physics! Here and there only do we behold the heaven-illuminated bards, elevated like beacons on their widely separate heights, to transmit the pure light of poetical intelligence from age to age."1

I was just about to launch forth into eulogiums upon the poets of the day, when the sudden opening of the door caused me to turn my head. It was the verger, who came to inform me that it was time to close the library. I sought to have a parting word with the quarto, but the worthy little tome was silent; the clasps were closed; and it looked perfectly unconscious of all that had passed. I have been to the library two or three times since, and have endeavored to draw it into further conversation, but in vain; and whether all 1 Thorow earth and waters deepe, The pen by skill doth passe ; And featly nyps the worldes abuse, And shoes us in a glasse

The vertu and the vice

Of every wight alyve:

The honey comb that bee doth make

Is not so sweet in hyve,

As are the golden leves

That drop from poet's head!

Which doth surmount our common talke

As farre as dross doth lead.

Churchyard.

this rambling colloquy actually took place, or whether it was another of those odd daydreams to which I am subject, I have never to this moment been able to discover.

LEIGH HUNT.

BORN 1784 DIED 1859.

THE WORLD OF BOOKS.

BY LEIGH HUNT.

Difficulty of Proving that a Man is not Actually in a Distant Place, by Dint of being there in Imagination-Visit of that Kind to Scotland-Suggestion of a Book-Geography; of Maps, in which None but Poetical or Otherwise Intellectually-Associated Places are Set Down-Scottish, English, French, and Italian Items for Such Maps-Local Literizations of Rousseau and Wordsworth Objected to-Actual Enrichment of the Commonest Places by Intellectual Associations.

SIR :

To the Editor of Tait's Magazine.

To write in your magazine makes me feel as if I, at length, had the pleasure of being personally in Scotland, a gratification which I have not yet enjoyed in any other way. I dive into my channel of communication, like another Alpheus, and reappear in the shop of Mr. Tait; not pursuing, I trust, any thing fugitive, but behaving very unlike a river-god, and helping to bring forth an Edinburgh periodical.

Nor will you, sir, who enter so much into the interests of your fellow-creatures, and know so well of what their faculties are capable, look