Buying and selling old books is a most delightful occupation. Let poets sing of the pleasures of hope, the pleasures of the imagination, the pleasures of memory, or essayists write of the pleasures of litera ture, 'tis mine to praise the pleasures of bookselling. The bookseller lives in a bygone world. He is daily in close communion with the good and wise of all ages; he has Shake speare, Milton, Dante, Homer, as his com panions, and he is ever and anon coming across some rare treasure, and being introduced to new friends.
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