FIFTH INTERCALARY DAY. _Continuation of the Register of Extra-Sheets_. K. Cold.[227]--In our age decrease of _stoicism_ and increase of _egotism_ are found side by side. The former covers its treasures and germs with ice; the latter is itself ice. So, in physics, _mountains_ wear away, and _glaciers_ increase. L. Library (Circulating) for Reviewers and Young Ladies.--I still always adhere to my purpose of having it inserted in the Intelligence-leaf of the Literary Gazette, that I shall not destroy the purchase-money which I raise upon my _evening star_ [Hesperus], nor, like Musæus, fritter it away in the purchase of summer-houses, but shall lay out the whole capital upon a complete collection of all German _prefaces_ and _titles_ that appear from fair to fair. I can carry out the plan, if I give out a preface a week, on the payment of a penny, to reviewers, who do not care to read the book itself when they review it. That not even the surplus of the aforesaid mintage may lie as dead capital in my house, I shall employ it--if I do not change my mind--in getting the bookbinder to publish the _heavier_ German masterpieces,--e. g. Frederick Jacobi's, Klinger's, Goethe's Tasso,--likewise the better satirical and philosophical ones, in a _lighter_ ladies' edition, which shall consist wholly of so-called _puzzle-volumes_, which have no book slid into them. I shall thereby, methinks, be playing something pithy into the hands of my fair readers, which shall be as well bound and as well titled as the booksellers' edition, and in which--because the hard stone-fruit is already _shelled out_, and there is nothing inside--they can lay not only just as much of silk threads and silk snippings as in the printed edition, but six ounces more. _Allwill's_ correspondence--a heavy, two-yolked ostrich's egg of the author's, which I have had _blown out_ by the bookbinder in this manner, because most of the fair readers are too _cold_ to hatch it--is now quite _light_. But of the German romances I shall never prepare such a work-box edition of empty state-carriages of the God of the Sun and the Muses, because I fear the trade would cry out about _piracy_.--A happy man were I, if the joint subscribers to my circulating-capsule-library had only been shown round as much as twice in some Italian and Portuguese bookeries:[228] they would there, where often only the titles of works--and of the stupidest, into the bargain--are daubed on the wall, be astonished to see what a miserable figure such useless libraries, beside my bookery of regular puzzle-books, which I select from so many departments and with some originality, cannot do otherwise than cut.