A. Loisette, Assimilative Memory; or, How to Attend and Never Forget
“ Hear the sledges with the bells—silver bells— What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, in a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. ”
