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.

A.P.H.