A BOY OF YE OLDEN TIME.
I HAVE heard of a boy who lived long ago—
For such boys are not found now-a-days, you know—
Whose friends were as troubled as they could be
Because of a hole in his memory.
A charge from his mother went in one day,
And the boy said, "Yes," and hurried away;
But he met a man with a musical top,
And his mother's words through that hole did drop.
A lesson went in—but, ah me! Ah me!
For a boy with a hole in his memory!
When he rose to recite, he was all in doubt;
Every word of that lesson had fallen out.
And at last, at last—oh, terrible lot!
He could speak but two words: "I forgot."
Would it not be sad indeed to be
A boy with a hole in his memory?
W. N. Burr.