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exceed belief. They are so large, that we 

 will not dare even to hint at their supposed 

 aggregate amount, lest we be charged with 

 drawing the long bow. Many weeks since, 

 small rooms with two windows (a second 

 floor) produced from sixty to eighty guineas 

 each.* This will afford some clue for ar- 

 riving at correct data. In our article on 

 u Human Reason, and Sanity " (see p. 257), 

 we expressed our willingness to believe the 

 assertion of a certain clever medical man, 

 who says that " everybody in the world is 

 ' mad ' in degree ; and at certain seasons 

 more particularly so." If any clear evidence 

 of this could be needed, behold it in the 

 " Funeral of the'Duke of Wellington." High 

 and low, rich and poor, Englishmen and 

 Foreigners, young and old, healthy and feeble, 

 — all are influenced by one feeling. They will 

 be there at any cost. If they can see any- 

 thing, they will ; if seeing be impossible, they 

 can hear the noise at all events. If they 

 can't get a seat, they can stand. If they 

 can't ride, they can walk. And as for being 

 crushed in the crowd — what is that, in com- 

 parison with the pleasure of being there, and 

 talking of it afterwards ? 



Such are the elements of which our world 

 is composed. Can it be a matter for wonder 

 if its machinery be now and then out of 

 order ? We think not. 



* Tradesmen, not a few, in the line of route, 

 would, ere Christmas, have become " insolvent." 

 This pageant, we hear, has saved tbem! Men 

 who a very few weeks since would have given 

 both their ears for £20, have since insolently 

 demanded from £250 — and have clutched it! 

 Facts are stubborn things. "Fortune favors 

 the bold!" — Ed. K. J. 



The intimation we gave in our forty - 

 fourth number of our labors being under 

 the necessity of terminating at Christmas — 

 unless some extraordinary exertions were 

 made by our friends to keep the " Grood Ship 

 ■ Honesty ' " under a heavier strain of canvas, 

 is already having its effect. 



A friend of ours in Liverpool, unknown 

 save by his constant acts of true brotherly 

 kindness, is again agitating that part of the 

 country ; and in a manner that proves the 

 sincerity of his heart to be commensurate 

 with his energies. These last were indeed 

 worthy of Hercules. He says — " he has done 

 nothing yet ! " Among the agents he has 

 ferreted out for us, is one— Alexander 

 Dewar by name, residing at 35, Dale Street, 

 Liverpool. This gentleman is a philosophical 

 bookseller, and a rara avis — i.e. "an honest 

 bookseller." As such, we delight to do him 

 honor, and are proud to have such an agent. 



Mr. Dewar, unlike his brethren generally, 

 positively refuses to sell the cheap immoral 

 weekly periodicals. No prospect of gain 



from such polluted streams (and the profit 

 is enormous), can tempt him to swerve from 

 his duty to God and man. In him, there- 

 fore, we have an ally on whom Ave can 

 depend. With the others we must take our 

 chance ; for we cannot and will not sacrifice 

 our conscience, to please their corrupt taste. 

 We owe a duty to society whilst we hold the 

 pen, which we shall unflinchingly perform. 



To the honor of this worthy bookseller, 

 we print a part of his " address," prefixed to 

 his general Catalogue of Books. It will be 

 seen that he stands " alone " among his 

 order. He says — 



History informs us that the first general 

 library in the world had placed over its entrance 

 the appropriate motto, " Medicine for the Mind." 

 How important for the everlasting well-being of 

 mankind, had nothing else ever been published 

 in books but what might truly be designated 

 mental medicine ! But believing as I do, that a 

 large number of books are full of mental poison, I 

 have been careful, whilst arranging the following 

 catalogue, not to admit (so far as I can judge) 

 any book that will have an immoral tendency. 



I believe in the growing power of books. They 

 are " half-almighty things," containing " the 

 might and moral of mankind." Books are made 

 up of thoughts, which are the fruit and wealth of 

 mighty minds : — 



" Forth to its work the printed thought proceeds, 

 And who shall track it as it rounds the world? 

 Who can imagine, when 'tis once abroad, 

 (However humble was its natal home,) 

 The work it dares, the wonder it achieves! 



like an angel bright, 



That thought in action may itself approve : 

 For printing, like an omnipresence gives 

 Its power expansion ; far and wide it moves ; 

 Beaches all hearts ; a host of minds affects, — 

 And executes what none but God 

 controls." 



Books are far mightier than armies ; and are 

 destined, let us hope, to supersede the sword, 

 and usher in the smiling morn of the " good time 

 coming." 



If our booksellers generally, could disabuse 

 their minds of the idea that money and gain 

 are the only objects we ought to live for, how 

 happy might we not all yet be ! But while 

 they so delight in contaminating the human 

 mind, we can hope for no better state of 

 things than at present exists. 



A fearful responsibility attaches to all 

 persons who assist in debasing the human 

 mind. They laugh at us for saying so ; but 

 we nevertheless emphatically _ repeat it. 

 Punishment, too, awaits them — if not here, 

 hereafter. 



THE POWER OF LOVE. 



To bid some people not to love, 

 Is to forbid their pulse to move. 



Butler. 



