Excerpt from The Silver Age: And Other Dramatic Memories Often did I sneak down from my pedestal and surreptitiously steal a place in a game of marbles, and in pretence of seeing fair play demonstrate that my ancient skill was still with me. But the old intoxicating spirit of the Victory won was gone. It had evaporated with the freedom that had been denied me. I saw also that the boys took my en trance into their sacred circles as an intrusion. They seemed to be not at all put out when I won, taking it as a matter of course, and when I once played for the usual stakes they paid up with unconcealed ill grace and not at all in the proper spirit of the gambler who had lost a fair game fairly. I was made to feel that I had taken a mean advantage of them. But a few short days ago I was admired as a master, and now-well, now there was no special merit in a monitor winning. Indeed, I soon found there was grave danger in his losing. For when I met my match, as I did on one unhappy occasion, the tale of my defeat was twice told, and for days after I was met with grinning, triumphant faces. I had gained in rank, but I had lost my original greatness. Sic transit gloria mundi. From that time I kept my lonely seat high on the steps, and watched the boys at play with a broken heart. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.