Sketches New and Old Platanus Publishing

&`;My beautiful n beautiful new watch had run eighteen mont­hs without losing or gaining, and without breaking any part of its machinery or stopping. I had come to believe it infallible in its judgments about the time of day, and to consider its constitution and its anatomy imperishable. But at last, one night, I let it run down. I grieved about it as if it were a recognized messenger and forerunner of calamity. But by and by I cheered up, set the watch by guess, and commanded my bodings and superstitions to depart. Next day I stepped into the chief jeweler`s to set it by the exact time, and the head of the establishment took it out of my hand and proceeded to set it for me.”