AMONG MY BOOKS. 321 
Oh! to be in England 
Now that April’s there, 
And whoever wakes in England 
Sees, some morning, unaware, 
That the lowest boughs and the brush.wood sheaf 
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, 
While the chaffinch sings in the orchard bough 
In England—now! 
“To mind the inside of a book,” says Lord FOPPING- 
TON in the Relapse, “is to entertain oneself with the 
forced product of another man’s brain. Now, I thinka 
man of quality and breeding may be much amused with 
the natural sprouts of his own.” 
Doubtless there are, at the present moment. many 
men ‘fof quality and breeding” who derive an immense 
amount of amusement from “the natural sprouts” of 
their own brains. To those of us, however, who turn to 
our books for our entertainment, BARROW’S words will 
appeal more forcibly than “this bright sally of His 
Lordship.” 
“‘He that loveth a book,” says BARROW, “ will never 
want a faithful friend, a wholesome counsellor, a cheerful 
companion, an effectual comforter. By study, by read- 
ing, by thinking, one may innocently divert and flea- 
santly entertain himself; as in all weathers, so in all 
fortunes.” 
