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are closely linked together. Mr. Rye, the keeper of the De- 

 partment, is Mr. Jones's most intimate friend ; Mr. Porter, 

 the second assistant-keeper, is Mr. Jones's cousin ; Mr. 

 Graves, who acts virtually as Mr. Rye's private secretary, 

 is Mr. Jones's godson. But ask Mr. C. T. Newton, M.A., 

 the great scholar, Keeper of the Greek and Roman Anti- 

 quities, or ask Mr. W. A. Franks, M.A., P.S.A., or Mr. E. 

 A. Bond, M.A., or Mr. P. H. Rieu, Ph. D., or Mr. George 

 Wm. Reid, F.S.A., or Professor Richard Owen, F.R.S., or 

 Professor Maskelyne, F.R.S., or Mr. Samuel Birch, LL.D., 

 all heads of Departments ; or ask Professor William Wright, 

 of Cambridge, or Mr. R. H. Holmes, the Queen's Librarian, 

 or Mr. Campbell Clarke, the able Correspondent of the Daily 

 Telegraph, or the Rev. McCaul, the Lord Mayor's Chaplain. 

 All of these gentlemen have been in the British Museum, 

 and all of them were, no doubt, thankful to shake the dust 

 of it off their feet on leaving. Or ask Mr. Bullen, the 

 senior assistant-keeper, whose knowledge of Literature and 

 Languages is altogether unrivalled here ; or ask among the 

 assistants any one whose name is at all known as that of a 

 scholar, Mr. Douglas, Professor of Chinese at King's 

 College ; W. R. S. Ralston, Ilchester Lecturer at Oxford ; 

 Dr. Haas, the Orientalist ; Mr. Russell Martineau, long a 

 Professor of Hebrew ; Mr. Granville, of the Reading- 

 Room ; Mr. Richard Garnett, a man of letters, who ought 

 to have been born in the time of Virgil — all officers of the 

 Printed Book Department — what they think of the manage- 

 ment of their Department. Any one or all of these would 

 probably answer that it is disastrously worked, that the 

 employes are ill-treated, and the public money wasted. 



In effect the rule of Jones is that of a kind of literary 

 Mrs. Squeers. He governs by a system of terrorism, 

 directed against subordinates, and by petty persecution 



