I saw all the stars, and wondered which was mine,--which should light to fame and fortune the manhood about to commence.

Hope and Ambition were high within me; and yet, behind them stood Melancholy.

Ah! who amongst you, readers, can now summon back all those thoughts, sweet and sad,--all that untold, half-conscious regret for the past,--all those vague longings for the future, which made a poet of the dullest on the last night before leaving boyhood and school forever?
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