We twain Discussed with buoyant hearts The various things that appertain To bibliomaniac arts.

A little peach in an orchard grew,- A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew It grew.

The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, And, like winged spirits, here and there The firelight shadows fluttering go.

Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other.

A blessed companion is a book,-a book that fitly chosen is a life-long friend.

My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom…

It is the friendship of books that has made me perfectly happy.