"Do you remember?" "Is my name Cassandra?" "Have you forgotten that, too?" "I remember the rain.

I look in at the familiar print-shopsI meet many a long-forgotten faceI hear many a long-forgotten voiceI am twenty years of age and a student again!

Forgot were Lycia's chiefs, and Hector's hair Of gold, and Cycnus femininely fair; But that bards bring old battles back to mind.

They sang of love, and not of fame, Forgot was Britain's glory, Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie.

When, with the baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran: Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying man.

SHE HAVING FORGOT HER GOD-MOTHER'S INSTRUCTIONS, IS ALARMED, FLIES OUT OF THE BALL-ROOMHER GORGEOUS APPAREL IS CHANGED INTO THE DRESS OF A CINDER-WENCH, AND HER SPLENDID EQUIPAGE INTO A PUMPKIN, RATS, MICE AND LIZARDS.]

But when approached the period of repose, All, prompt and mindful, from the banquet rose; A couch was spread well worthy such a guest, Perfumed with rose and musk; and whilst at rest, In deep sound sleep, the wearied Champion lay, Forgot were all the sorrows of the way.

The concert-hall tune echoes down the dark street, The mothers lean out from the windows to see, While soft sounds the pat of the dancers' bare feet, And tenement babies crow loud in their glee; And labor-worn fathers are laughing and chatting, Forgot for an hour is grim poverty's thrall; There's joy here to-night, 'neath the swinging arc-light, In "Finnegan's Court," at the hand-organ ball.