Had I been asked to repeat the psalm thirty minutes afterwards the attempt would, I fear, have ended in disastrous failure.
The first penny I ever earned or ever received from any person beyond the family circle was one from my school-teacher, Mr.Martin, for repeating before the school Burns's poem, "Man was made to Mourn." In writing this I am reminded that in later years, dining with Mr.John Morley in London, the conversation turned upon the life of Wordsworth, and Mr.Morley said he had been searching his Burns for the poem to "Old Age," so much extolled by him, which he had not been able to find under that title.

I had the pleasure of repeating part of it to him.
He promptly handed me a second penny.

Ah, great as Morley is, he wasn't my school-teacher, Mr.Martin--the first "great" man I ever knew.

Truly great was he to me.

But a hero surely is "Honest John" Morley.
In religious matters we were not much hampered.