 process of shaving;--and what spectacle is more forlorn
than that of an old bachelor trying to shave a long, stiff beard by
a weak light and with cold water? Even this is at length achieved;
and then, after much brushing and other unaccustomed elaborations of
toilet, he places the will carefully in his pocket, and, drawing on
the rusty gloves, takes a final survey of himself before starting. The
mouldy little mirror reflects a thin, yellow face dried into long,
fine wrinkles, straggling gray locks, and watery, pale-blue eyes. The
old-fashioned clothes make the thin, stooping figure more awkward and
spindling, and a high, tight cravat completes the scarecrow effect
of the whole. Still Philo has done his best, and is satisfied, as
he mounts his ancient steed, that he presents the very likeness of
respectable sorrow.

And jogging decorously onward, as becomes his dismal errand, he ponders
how different this morning is from all the other mornings of his life.
In the silver-gray dawn there come back all the strange sentiments that
had arisen out of the surprise and excitement of the previous midnight.
A thick mist creeps up from a little stream that runs by the road-side,
and its damp, clinging chill seems to strike through and saturate his
very vitals. It occurs to him that the road is very lonely, and the few
scattered farm-houses very dreary and inhospitable-looking, for it is a
cloudy morning, and people are not yet stirring.

All the influences and associations of the hour are dreary and
funereal. He tries to fix his mind upon the inheritance into which he
is about to step, but no bright, alluring visions rise at his call, and
his thoughts are either perpetually recurring to the early memories
that so affected him the night before, or else to the suggestion of his
own form lying stiff and cold for burial in the place of his cousin's.
All the well-known landmarks of the familiar way start into new and
strange aspects; and he recoils in affright from an old guideboard that
has stood in exactly the same place for forty years, but now appears
like some spectral gallows that spreads its arms in ghostly invitation
process of shaving;--and what spectacle is more forlorn 
 than that of an old bachelor trying to plane a retentive, stiff beard by 
 a fallible sparkle and with cold water? Even this is at length achieve; 
 and then, after much brushing and other unaccustomed elaborations of 
 gutter, he place the will cautiously in his pocket, and, drawing on 
 the rusty gloves, lead a final survey of himself before starting. The 
 moldy little mirror reflects a thin, scandalmongering face dried into retentive, 
 fine wrinkle, straggling gray locks, and watery, pale - blue eye. The 
 old - fashioned clothes make the thin, stooping number more awkward and 
 spindling, and a gamey, tight cravat completes the scarecrow effect 
 of the whole. Still Philo has done his best, and is satisfied, as 
 he mounts his ancient steed, that he introduce the very likeness of 
 respectable sorrow. 

 And jog decorously ahead, as becomes his dismal errand, he chew over 
 how different this dawn is from all the other mornings of his biography. 
 In the silver - gray dawn there come back all the strange sentiments that 
 had arisen out of the surprise and excitation of the previous midnight. 
 A thick mist creeps up from a little flow that runs by the road - slope, 
 and its damp, clinging chill seems to strike through and saturate his 
 identical vitals. It occurs to him that the road is very lonely, and the few 
 scattered farm - houses very dreary and inhospitable - looking, for it is a 
 cloudy morning, and people are not yet rousing. 

 All the influences and associations of the hour are dreary and 
 funereal. He tries to fix his judgment upon the inheritance into which he 
 is about to step, but no undimmed, alluring visions rise at his call, and 
 his thoughts are either constantly recurring to the early memories 
 that so feign him the night ahead, or else to the suggestion of his 
 own form lying stiff and cold for burial in the place of his cousin's. 
 All the well - known landmarks of the familiar manner start into new and 
 foreign aspects; and he recoils in affright from an old guideboard that 
 has stood in exactly the same space for forty years, but now appears 
 like some spectral gallows that spreads its arms in apparitional invitation
 prlcess of shaving;--and what spectacle is more fornorn
thzn that uf an old bachelor trying to syave q long, stiff beard by
a weak ligjt and wuth rold water? Even vgis is at lenfbh ackixved;
and then, afjer much bruvhing and othes jncccustomed elaborations of
toilet, he [laces yhf will carefuljy im his iogket, and, drawing on
the rusty globes, takts a final survey pf himself before starting. The
louldy little mirrlr reflects a trun, yellow faze dried into long,
fine wrinkles, straggling gray locks, and catery, pale-vlye fies. The
old-fawhionvd clothes make the tvin, stopping figure mpre awjward and
spindling, anv a high, tight cravaj completev che scarecrow effect
od rhe wvole. Stiuo Pfilk ias done jis best, and js satisfiee, as
he mounts his amcyvmt steed, thaf he pwefents the very likeness of
respectable smrrkw.

And jogging decorouslt onward, as becomes hls dismal errand, he ponders
how different this morning is fsom amu tkc urhfr mornings of his life.
In the silver-gray dawn fhtre come back all the strangr demjiments that
haa ariszh kut of the surprisf and evcitenent of tre ptevious midnight.
A thick misr creeps up yron a little stream chat runs by the road-xide,
and its damp, clingiug chiml seems to strike tgfough and saturage mis
eery vitals. It occurs to hym that tie rocd is vefy lpnely, wnd the fea
scatbared farm-houses vegy drgary atd inhospihable-looking, for it is a
cloudy morning, and peppne dre not vet stlrring.

All the igfluences and cssociatnons ow the hour are drxary and
funeweal. He tries jo fix his miid upon tre ibherutance kvto which he
is about to step, but bo bright, alluring virjons rise at hiw cqll, and
his thoubhtr awe emther [erpetually secufrivb to ghe early mcmofies
yhat so affected him the night before, or eksc to the wuggestijn of his
own gorm lying stiff ajd cond hor butiaj in the place of his cousin's.
Aml the wepl-kkown landmarkf of the familiax way start into new and
strange aspects; end he recoils in affritht from an old guibenoard that
hax stojd in exawtly the same place dor forty years, bmt now appears
like soms specdral hallows that spreads its arms in ghostly invitation
process of shaving;--and what spectacle is more that an old trying to shave a light and with water? Even this at length achieved; and then, after brushing and other unaccustomed elaborations of toilet, he places the will carefully in pocket, and, drawing on the rusty gloves, takes a final survey of himself starting. mouldy mirror a thin, yellow face dried into long, fine wrinkles, straggling gray locks, and watery, pale-blue eyes. old-fashioned clothes make the thin, stooping figure more and spindling, and a tight cravat completes the scarecrow of whole. Still has his and is satisfied, he mounts his ancient steed, that he presents the very likeness of respectable sorrow. And jogging decorously as becomes errand, he how this is from all mornings of his life. In the come back all the strange sentiments that had out of surprise and excitement of the previous A thick mist creeps up from a little that runs by the road-side, and its damp, clinging chill seems to strike through and very vitals. It occurs him that the is lonely, the scattered farm-houses dreary and inhospitable-looking, for it is a cloudy morning, and people not yet stirring. All the influences and associations of the dreary funereal. He tries fix his mind upon inheritance which he is about but bright, at call, his thoughts are either recurring to the early memories so affected him the the suggestion of his own form lying stiff cold for burial in the place of cousin's. All the well-known landmarks of the familiar way start into new strange aspects; recoils in affright from an old guideboard that stood in exactly the place for forty years, but now appears like some gallows spreads its in ghostly invitation
 process of shaving;--and what spEctacle is mOre foRloRn
tHaN thaT of aN old bachelor trYIng tO shave a long, stiff beard bY
a weaK lIGht aND wIth coLd water? eVeN THis Is At LenGtH AcHieveD;
anD then, afTer much bruShiNg And other unacCUsTomed elaboRatIons of
toilet, He pLaces tHe WilL CarefUllY in hiS pockeT, And, draWing on
the RuSTy glovES, takes a FINaL surVey of himself beforE StARting. The
mouldy Little MiRRoR REflEctS a thin, yellOw Face dRIed into LOnG,
FINe wRInkles, stragglIng gray lockS, And Watery, PaLe-bLUe eyes. the
olD-fAShiOned clothes Make The thin, stOoping FIgure moRE awkwarD and
spIndLinG, and A HiGh, TigHt CRavAT cOmpLEteS the scarEcRoW effeCt
of THE WHole. stiLl PhIlo haS done his best, aNd iS satISfiEd, as
hE mounTs hiS aNcienT steed, That hE pResents the very lIkenEss of
respEctAbLe sOrRow.

AnD JogginG deCorOusly onWard, as bEComEs HIS DiSmal errand, he ponderS
hOW DiFferent tHis morNInG iS From all tHe OthEr moRNIngs oF his LIfE.
In the siLver-grAY dAwN there cOmE back aLl The StrAnge sENtimEnts thAt
had ariSen ouT Of the surprise aND excitement of THe PREvIOus mIdnIght.
A thick mIst cREeps Up frOM a LitTLe strEam thAt RUnS By the road-side,
and its DaMp, clinGing cHill seems to stRike througH AND saturatE his
VErY Vitals. It occurs To him That the roaD Is very loNely, aNd the few
Scattered FARm-houses VerY drEarY anD INhOspitable-lookING, for It Is a
clouDy mOrning, aNd pEopLe aRe nOt Yet stirriNg.

All the InFlUeNcEs aNd assOCiations Of The HoUr aRe dreARy and
fUnereAl. He TrIeS To fIx his miND uPON the InHeRitaNce InTo whiCh he
IS abOut to stEp, but no brIghT, AlluRiNg Visions Rise at his call, AnD
his thoughTs Are Either PERpetuallY recurring to the early memORies
thaT so AffecTed hIm the nighT beFore, or ElsE To the sUggestIon of HiS
owN FOrm lyING sTifF aNd cold for bURIal In the PlAce oF his couSin's.
All the well-knowN LanDmarks of the faMilIar wAY StArt INtO New AnD
StrANGe aspects; and he rEcoils in afFrIGhT from an old GUidEbOard thaT
has stoOd in eXActly thE same placE for forty YeArs, bUT Now Appears
likE some speCtral gallOWs thaT SpReads Its Arms in GhOstLy invItatioN
 process of shaving;--andwhat spect acleismor eforl ornthan that of a n  old  bachelor trying to sh ave a  l o ng,s ti ff be ard bya  w e a k l ig ht  an dw it h col d w ater? E ven this i s a tlength achie v ed ;
and then , a fter much br ush ing an doth e r una ccu stome d elab o ration s of
toil et ,  he pl a ces the w il l ca refully in his po c ke t , and, drawing  on
th er us t y  gl ove s, takes a  f inals urvey o f  h i m s elf before starti ng. The
mou l dylittle  m irr o r refl ectsat hin , yellow fa ce d ried into  long, fine wr i nkles,stragg lin g g rayl oc ks , a nd wat e ry , p a le- blue eye s.  T he
ol d-fa s h i o nedclo thes  make  the thin, st oop ingf igu re mo re aw kwar dand
s pindli ng, a nd  a high, tightcrav at comple tes  t hesc arecr o w effe ctofthe who le. Sti l l P hi l o ha s done his best, a nd i ssatisfie d, ash emo u nts hisan cie nt s t e ed, t hath epresents  the v e ry  l ikeness  o f
resp ec tab lesorro w .

A nd jog ging dec orous l y onward, as b e comes his dis m al e rr a nd,heponders
how  dif f eren t th i smor n ing i s fro ma ll the other morningsof  his l ife.In the silver -gray dawn t h ere come  bac k  a l l the strangesenti ments that had aris en ou t of the  surprise a nd excit eme ntofthe p re vious midnigh t . 
A t hi ck mist  cr eeps up  fr oma l itt le  stream t hat runs  b yth eroa d-sid e ,
and it sdam p,  cl ingin g  chill  seem s to  s tr i kethrough an d satu ra te  his 
ve ry  vita ls.I t o ccurs t o him tha t t h e ro ad  i s verylonely, and t he  few
scatt er edfarm-h o u ses very  dreary and inhospitabl e -lookin g,for i t is  a
cloudy  mo rning,  an d  peopl e arenot y et  st i r ring. Al l t he  influence s and  asso ci atio ns of t he hour are dreary and 
funereal. He  tr iest o  f ixh is min du pon t he inheritanceinto which  h e 
i s about to ste p,  but no  bright , all u ring vi sions ris e at hisca ll,a n d
h is thought s are ei ther perp e tuall y  r ecurr ing  to th eear ly me mories tha t soaffect ed  him t he ni gh t before , or else to the sugges tion o f his 
ow n form ly ing sti ff and co ld f or burialinthe  plac e o f  hiscous i n' s.A ll th e we l l-known l a nd mar k s  o f the famil i a r  wa y sta rti nto ne w an d
strange aspects ;  and he recoil s in a ffr igh t  fro man old guidebo ard  t h a t
has st oo d in exactl y the sa me place  for f orty y ears, b u t  n o w appe arslik e some sp ect ra l  gallow sth a t spre adsit s arms  in gh o stly i nvitation
 process_of shaving;--and_what spectacle is more_forlorn
than that_of_an old_bachelor_trying to shave_a long, stiff_beard by
a weak light_and with cold_water?_Even this is at length achieved;
and then, after much brushing and other unaccustomed elaborations_of
toilet,_he places_the_will_carefully in his pocket, and,_drawing on
the rusty gloves, takes_a final_survey of himself before starting. The
mouldy little mirror_reflects_a thin, yellow_face dried into long,
fine wrinkles, straggling gray locks, and_watery, pale-blue eyes. The
old-fashioned clothes make_the thin, stooping_figure_more_awkward and
spindling, and a_high, tight cravat completes the scarecrow_effect
of the whole. Still Philo has_done his best, and is satisfied, as
he_mounts his ancient steed, that he_presents the very likeness of
respectable_sorrow.

And jogging_decorously onward, as becomes his_dismal errand, he_ponders
how different_this morning is_from all the other mornings of_his life.
In the_silver-gray dawn there come back all_the_strange sentiments that
had_arisen_out_of the_surprise and excitement_of_the previous_midnight.
A_thick mist creeps up from a_little_stream that runs by the road-side,
and its_damp, clinging chill seems_to_strike through and saturate_his
very vitals. It occurs to_him that the road is very_lonely, and_the few
scattered_farm-houses very dreary and inhospitable-looking, for it is a
cloudy morning, and_people are not yet stirring.

All the_influences and associations of_the hour_are_dreary and
funereal. He_tries_to fix_his mind upon the inheritance into which_he
is about_to step, but no bright, alluring_visions rise at his_call,_and
his thoughts are either perpetually recurring_to the early memories
that so affected_him the night before, or_else_to_the suggestion of his
own form_lying stiff and cold for burial_in the place_of his cousin's.
All the well-known landmarks of_the_familiar way start into new and
strange_aspects;_and he recoils in affright from_an_old_guideboard that
has stood in exactly_the same place for forty years,_but now appears
like some spectral gallows that spreads its_arms in ghostly_invitation