Chapter 69
The Old Street LampDID you ever hear the story of the old street lamp? It is
not remarkably interesting, but for once in a way you may as well
listen to it. It was a most respectable old lamp, which had seen
many, many years of service, and now was to retire with a pension.
It was this evening at its post for the last time, giving light to
the street. His feelings were something like those of an old dancer
at the theatre, who is dancing for the last time, and knows that on
the morrow she will be in her garret, alone and forgotten. The lamp
had very great anxiety about the next day, for he knew that he had
to appear for the first time at the town hall, to be inspected by
the mayor and the council, who were to decide if he were fit for
further service or not;—whether t
