4.  Simbirsk is a town of eastern Russia, on the Volga.

XLIV.  FORTY YEARS AGO.

1.  I’ve wandered to the village, Tom,
      I’ve sat beneath the tree,
   Upon the schoolhouse playground,
     That sheltered you and me;
   But none were left to greet me, Tom,
     And few were left to know,
   Who played with me upon the green,
     Just forty years ago.

2.  The grass was just as green, Tom,
     Barefooted boys at play
   Were sporting, just as we did then,
     With spirits just as gay. 
   But the master sleeps upon the hill,
     Which, coated o’er with snow,
   Afforded us a sliding place,
     Some forty years ago.

3.  The old schoolhouse is altered some;
     The benches are replaced
   By new ones very like the same
     Our jackknives had defaced. 
   But the same old bricks are in the wall,
     The bell swings to and fro;
   Its music’s just the same, dear Tom,
     ’T was forty years ago.

4.  The spring that bubbled ’neath the hill,
     Close by the spreading beech,
   Is very low; ’t was once so high
     That we could almost reach;
   And kneeling down to take a drink,
     Dear Tom, I started so,
   To think how very much I’ve changed
     Since forty years ago.

5.  Near by that spring, upon an elm,
     You know, I cut your name,
   Your sweetheart’s just beneath it, Tom;
     And you did mine the same. 
   Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark;
     ’T was dying sure, but slow,
   Just as that one whose name you cut
     Died forty years ago.

6.  My lids have long been dry, Tom,
     But tears came in my eyes: 
   I thought of her I loved so well,
     Those early broken ties. 
   I visited the old churchyard,
     And took some flowers to strew
   Upon the graves of those we loved
     Just forty years ago.

7.  Some are in the churchyard laid,
     Some sleep beneath the sea;
   And none are left of our old class
     Excepting you and me. 
   And when our time shall come, Tom,
     And we are called to go,
   I hope we’ll meet with those we loved
     Some forty years ago.

XLV.  MRS. CAUDLE’S LECTURE.

Douglas Jerrold (b. 1803, d. 1857) was born in London.  A midshipman’s appointment was obtained for him, but he quit the naval service in a few years.  He was then apprenticed to a printer.  By improving his leisure hours he made himself master of several languages, and formed the habit of expressing his thoughts in writing An essay on the opera of Der Freischutz was his first published literary production.  Before he was twenty-one years of age, he wrote “Black-eyed Susan,” one of the most popular dramas of modern times.  Several other popular plays followed this.  He was a regular contributor to the London “Punch,” from the second number, and edited, at different times, several papers and magazines.  As a humorist, he occupies the first rank.  The most noted of his works are his plays, and “Mrs Caudle’s Curtain Lectures,” “Saint Giles and Saint James,” “Bubbles of a Day,” and “Chronicles of Clovernook.”