I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But n… - Thomas Hood

'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
Has had, till lately, of Phrenology—
A science that by simple dint of
Head-combing he should find a hint of,
When scratching o'er those little pole-hills
The faculties throw up like mole hills.

Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
To the very verge of the churchyard mould.

Never go to France
Unless you know the lingo,
If you do, like me,
You will repent, by jingo.