Volume 156 — PAST AND PRESENT.

I remember, I remember. The line where I was borne, The little platform where the train Came rushing in at morn; I used to take a little seat Upon the little train, But now before I get at it It rushes out again. I remember, I remember The 'buses red and white, The corner where they used to stop And take me home at night; They never gave a wink at me And shouted, "Full to-day," But now I often wish that one Would carry me away. I remember, I remember The cabs we used to get, The growler from the "Adam Arms" (The horse is living yet); My spirit was impatient then, That is so meek to-day, And now I often think that that Would be the quickest way. I remember, I remember The lights against the sky; I used to think that London would Be closer by-and-by; It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther from the Strand Than when I was a boy.