CHAPTER LV.  Hath she her faults? I would you had them too.They are the fruity must of soundest wine;Or say, they are regenerating fireSuch as hath turned the dense black elementInto a crystal pathway for the sun. If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new. We are told that the oldest inhabitants in Peru do not