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doubled in number, because one man can do the work of ten. But 

 the printers are not alone benefited by it. The paper-makers, type- 

 founders, bookbinders, and booksellers have increased employment, 

 and that in a greater proportion than the printers. The printers, \ve 

 have supposed, are increased twofold, but then their productions are 

 increased twentyfold. Therefore, the increased employment for book- 

 binders, type-founders, paper-makers, &c. is twenty times what it 

 was before. Think how many idle hands this takes out of the mar- 

 ket of labour, many of whom would have offered themselves to the 

 printing business amongst others, but have now found employment 

 elsewhere and, by leaving the printer's labour-market less glutted, 

 have left the prices of labour better than they otherwise have been. 



Society at large benefits yet more strikingly. Wretches who for- 

 merly went about with uncovered heads and feet, can now afford the 

 luxury of hat and stockings ; and those who had formerly enough to 

 do to cover the outsides of their heads, can now afford to store the 

 insides of them with useful and pleasurable instruction. This 

 growth of knowledge in return nourishes and stimulates the genius 

 of invention, and thereby improves the power of production. It is 

 tli us that the fields for consumption and the fields for production are 

 alike inexhaustible. It is thus that luxuries are day by day added to 

 necessaries, and that the productiveness, the wants, and the comforts 

 of the whole community are continually increasing. 



SONNET: ON THE DEATH OF * * * * 



BY SIR BGERTON BRYDGES, BART. 



IN man's strange fickle destiny perchance 

 Crosses befall that suddenly o'ercloud 

 A brilliant course, and bring on black despair ; 

 Then comes the weariness of life, and prayer 

 . To have it ended : eyes that wont to glance 

 O'er a career with lofty glory proud. 

 Shrink, wither, pine, and faint with grief and care, 

 Then seek the calm of the inclosing shroud. 

 Neglect dishonour the averted sight 

 The voice that hailed with cheerfulness, grown mute, 

 Turn the gay beams of day to chilling night, 

 And crush the joy of every fond pursuit. 



If some slight ray a moment's warmth impart, 

 It turns the sickness back redoubled to the heart. 



Geneva, 



