THE ART OF BOOK-MAKING.
s of Primrose udes of ts Park. oral poets, and, about astical, lackadaisical air, quot;babbling about green ?eld.quot; But t most struck my attention ical old gentleman in clerical robes, bald ered turdy self-con?dence, and, o, clapped it upon majestically away in a formidable frizzled wig.
In t of terary masquerade, a cry suddenly resounded from every side, of quot;t; I looked, and lo! traits about ted! t out, ?rst a ant upon tley to claim ty. t ensued baf?es all description. ts endeavored in vain to escape be seen ripping a modern professor; on anotation carried into tic ers. Beaumont and Fletcor and Pollux, and sturdy Ben Jonson enacted more eer o ttle compiler of farragos mentioned some time since, cention of claimants about troclus. I o see many men, to o look up o steal off o cover t t by tical old gentleman in t er every turn some strip of raiment il in a fes, from o a little, pursy, quot;c,quot; and made ags and rags ?uttering at his back.
tastrop I burst into an immoderate ?t of laugumult and t an end. ts usual appearance. to ture-frames, and y along t, I found myself me onis. Not my burst of laug grave sanctuary, and so ab to to electrify ternity.
tepped up to me, and demanded I did not compre I soon found t terary quot;preserve,quot; subject to game-la no one must presume to t special license and permission. In a ood convicted of being an arrant poaco make a precipitate retreat, lest I s loose upon me.