THE POETICAL MEMORY
AN ESSAY
I am one of those silly people (there are a lot of them—quite
enough to make it pay) who are so irritated at the arrival of a
bill that I nearly always throw it on the fire. For all that, I
had been humbly proud of my memory, and it was an awful
shock to me one morning when I received this bill,
‘Teactarmne Abort, “WGCUMBOB.LONOONTM TeLernon N° 388%, CERRO
J W BENSON,
Lt
JEWELLERS, GOLDSMITHS, SILVERSMITHS AND WATCH & CLOCK MAKERS.
25.OLD BOND St
(Steam Factortes Luooate Hive.) RES
21 Warwick fork, - (odlitob. altars. 1H:
filed bho te pide shendart> — F fo-
2b
Z g fo -
for I had a very clear impression in my mind that the contract
was for £5.
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