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Glean not in barren soil these offal ears,
That which we garnered in our eager youth
Becomes a long delight in after years.--ETHEL CHURCHILL. Io the man of robust and healthy intellect, who gathers the harvest of literature into his barn, thrashes the straw, winnows the grain, grinds it in his own mili, bakes it in his own oven, and then eats the true bread of knowledge, we bid a cordial welcome.
A hope has crossed me, in the course
Why are not more gems from our great authors scattered over the country? Great books are not in everybody's reach; and though it is better to know them thoroughly than to know them only here and there, yet it is a good work to give a little to those who have neither time nor means to get more. Let every book-worm, when in any fragrant scarce old tome he discovers a sentence, a story, an illustration, that does his heart good, hasten to give it.--COLERIDGE.
Mislike me not that I've essayed to please ye :
Some things herein may not offend.-FLETCHER. What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.—SiR THOMAS BROWNE.
E fontibus eorum, judicio arbitrioque nostro, quantum quoque modo videbitur, hauriemus:--CICERO.
Quidquid agunt homines votum, timor, ira, voluptas,