essence--the breath of reason itself; slays an immortality rather than a life.--J. MILTON. _Areopagitica._ SHAKESPEARE IN HEAVEN BOSWELL. 'There is a strange unwillingness to part with life, independent of serious fears as to futurity. A reverend friend of ours (naming him) tells me, that he feels an uneasiness at the thoughts of leaving his house, his study, his books.' JOHNSON. 'This is foolish in ---- [Percy?]. A man need not be uneasy on these grounds; for, as he will retain his consciousness, he may say with the philosopher, _Omnia mea mecum porto_.' BOSWELL. 'True, Sir: we may carry our books in our heads; but still there is something painful in the thought of leaving for ever what has given us pleasure. I remember, many years ago, when my imagination was warm, and I happened to be in a melancholy mood, it distressed me to think of going into a state of being in which Shakespeare's poetry did not exist. A lady whom I then much admired, a very amiable woman, humoured my fancy, and relieved me by saying, "The first thing you will meet in the other world will be an elegant copy of Shakespeare's works presented to you."' Dr. Johnson smiled benignantly at this, and did not appear to disapprove of the notion.--J. BOSWELL. _Life of Johnson._ THE LIBRARIES OF HEAVEN I cannot think the glorious world of mind, Embalmed in books, which I can only see In patches, though I read my moments blind, Is to be lost to me. I have a thought that, as we live elsewhere, So will these dear creations of the brain; That what I lose unread, I'll find, and there Take up my joy again. O then the bliss of blisses, to be freed From all the wants by which the world is driven; With liberty and endless time to read The libraries of Heaven! R. LEIGHTON. THE ONLY THINGS THAT LAST FOR EVER