OF MY BOYHOOD. "Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse To sweep them from our sight! Time rolls his ceaseless course." The Lady of the Lake LONDON: HOPE AND CO., PUBLISHERS, 16, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET. 1851. 249.4.405. REMINISCENCES OF MY BOYHOOD. I. I am just entering into what I can remember hearing people talk about when I was quite a child-the difficulties and trials of life; I could not, of course, comprehend the meaning of such terms then, and in fact, like all other children, I did not let them trouble me much, but I feel no backwardness in saying that I think I know now by experience that there are such obstacles to be encountered... I have been drawn by a chain of circumstances from the luxuriant country to reside in the very heart of our great metropolis, and yet I look upon myself as an almost |