On Memory

"I remember, I remember, In the days of chill November, How the blackbird on the - " I forget the rest. It is the beginning of the first piece of poetry I ever learned; for

"Hey, diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle," I take no note of, it being of a frivolous character and lacking in the qualities of true poetry. I collected fourpence by the recital of "I remember, I remember." I knew it was fourpence, because they told...