mb,  to blacken and moulder in dusty oblivion.

    I,  aside  some acs! ude of cells and cloisters, s till more blessed face of Nature; and devoted to painful researcense re?ection! And all for o occupy an incy so itles of ture age by some droo be lost even to remembrance. Suc of ted immortality. A mere temporary rumor, a local sound; like tone of t bell o, lingering transiently in ec !

    ating, table speculations ing on my o, until I accidentally loosened to my utter astonis, ttle book gave t lengto talk. At ?rst its voice   ed a cold from long exposure to t time,  became more distinct, and I soon found it an exceedingly ?uent, conversable little tome.

    Its language, to be sure,  and obsolete, and its pronunciation  day,  I so render it in modern parlance.

    It began  t of t merit being suffered to languisy, and otopics of literary repining, and complained bitterly t it  been opened for more turies--t to times took dori?ed s, and turned to t; a plague do t; said ttle quarto,  up c of old vergers, like so many beauties in a o be looked at noten to give pleasure and to be enjoyed; and I  at least once a year; or, if  equal to task, let turn loose tminster among us, t at any rate ;

    quot;Softly, my ; replied I; quot;you are not aer you are off t books of your generation. By being stored a library you are like treasured remains of ts and monarcemporary mortals, left to ture, urned to dust.quot;

    quot;Sir,quot; said ttle tome, ruf?ing ;I ten for all