Antiquities 



who buys to do more than thank heaven for a 

 bargain. A story is going the rounds of a 

 young lady buying a pewter jug from an old 

 woman in Suffolk for a shilling, and finding 

 screwed up in paper within it a black pearl 

 necklace, said to be of great historic interest, 

 and of enormous value. This is not quite a 

 case in point, as I suppose the necklace still 

 belongs, not only morally, but legally, to the 

 old woman. 



Book-lovers will deplore the booklessness of 

 the town — which does not boast a bookseller 

 of any sort. A few English eighteenth-century 

 calf-bound volumes occasionally appear at sales, 

 having presumably arrived with the Chippen- 

 dale chairs. I have long nourished a vain 

 hope that among them I may some day 

 discover such a treasure as the first edition 

 of the " Vicar of Wakefield," published at 

 Salisbury ; but so far I have found little but 

 the customary theology, and odd volumes of 

 " Sir Charles Grandison," and Young s '' Night 

 Thoughts." By the way, one of my most 

 treasured literary curiosities is a bookseller's 

 catalogue, in which the last-named work is 

 described as Young's "Night Thoughts on 



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