1 I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory.
2 Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.
3 It had slipped my memory that you have good reasons to be indisposed for joining in my chatter.
4 All these relics gave to the third storey of Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine of memory.
5 The saying might have worn out of my memory, had not a circumstance immediately followed which served indelibly to fix it there.
6 The new face, too, was like a new picture introduced to the gallery of memory; and it was dissimilar to all the others hanging there: firstly, because it was masculine; and, secondly, because it was dark, strong, and stern.
7 I am only bound to invoke Memory where I know her responses will possess some degree of interest; therefore I now pass a space of eight years almost in silence: a few lines only are necessary to keep up the links of connection.
8 In those days I was young, and all sorts of fancies bright and dark tenanted my mind: the memories of nursery stories were there amongst other rubbish; and when they recurred, maturing youth added to them a vigour and vividness beyond what childhood could give.
9 , and there were sundry questions about tonnage and poundage and ship-money, which most of them appeared unable to answer; still, every little difficulty was solved instantly when it reached Burns: her memory seemed to have retained the substance of the whole lesson, and she was ready with answers on every point.
10 Thus relieved of a grievous load, I from that hour set to work afresh, resolved to pioneer my way through every difficulty: I toiled hard, and my success was proportionate to my efforts; my memory, not naturally tenacious, improved with practice; exercise sharpened my wits; in a few weeks I was promoted to a higher class; in less than two months I was allowed to commence French and drawing.