And all the tales I would unfold

By them already have been told.

A PLEASING THOUGHT

They speak most truly who do say

They

We have no writing-folk to-day

Like those whose names, in days gone by,

Upon the scroll of fame stood high.

And when I think of Smollett’s tales,

Of waspish Pope’s ill-natured rails,

Of Fielding dull, of Sterne too free,

Of Swift’s uncurbed indecency,

Of Dr. Johnson’s bludgeon-wit,

I must confess I’m glad of it!

BOOKS vs. “BOOKS” BY A BIBLIOMANIAC

BY A BIBLIOMANIAC

A volume’s just received on vellum print.

A volume’s

The book is worth the vellum—no more in’t.

But, as I search my head for thoughts, I find

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