O happy be the day which gave that mind Learning's first tincture--blest thy fostering care, Thou most beloved of parents, worthiest sire! Which, taste-inspiring, made the lettered page My favourite companion: most esteemed, And most improving! Almost from the day Of earliest childhood to the present hour Of gloomy, black misfortune, books, dear books, Have been, and are, my comforts. Morn and night, Adversity, prosperity, at home, Abroad, health, sickness,--good or ill report, The same firm friends; the same refreshment rich And source of consolation. Nay, e'en here Their magic power they lose not; still the same, Of matchless influence in this prison-house, Unutterably horrid; in an hour Of woe, beyond all fancy's fictions drear. W. DODD. _Thoughts in Prison._ THE DEPOSITARY OF EVERYTHING HONOURABLE Books are the depositary of everything that is most honourable to man. Literature, taken in all its bearings, forms the grand line of demarcation between the human and the animal kingdoms. He that loves reading has everything within his reach. He has but to desire; and he may possess himself of every species of wisdom to judge and power to perform.... Books gratify and excite our curiosity in innumerable ways. They force us to reflect. They hurry us from point to point. They present direct ideas of various kinds, and they suggest indirect ones. In a well-written book we are presented with the maturest reflections, or the happiest flights, of a mind of uncommon excellence. It is impossible that we can be much accustomed to such companions, without attaining some resemblance of them. When I read Thomson, I become Thomson; when I read Milton, I become Milton. I find myself a sort of intellectual chameleon, assuming the colour of the substances on which I rest. He that revels in a well-chosen library has innumerable dishes, and all of admirable flavour. His taste is rendered so acute, as easily to distinguish the nicest shades of difference. His mind becomes ductile, susceptible to every impression, and gaining new refinement from them all. His varieties of thinking baffle calculation, and his powers, whether of reason or fancy, become eminently vigorous.--W. GODWIN. _The Inquirer: Of an Early Taste for Reading._ LOVE THAT IS LARGE