I readily admit that no trae bookman would ever phrase the title in this way, but certain concessions have, after all, to be made to the public who do' not share your enthusiasm and mine, writes J. H. B. in the "Glasgow Herald." You and invariably talk of books that we nail insignificant fraction of have "picked up" for so much, us-
their legitimate value. There is about the words a suggestion of esoteric knowledge, of special insight, skill, and subtlety; the vulgar throng had unnoticingly passed this treasure by, and it was left for the cognoscenti like you and me to pick up" the pearls which the Gadarenes had disdained. Aga, it must be confessed, there is, 100, 2 delicate suggestion that even that, Argus-eyed—stony-hearted chant, the bookseller, had not quite realized just what a treasure he was parting with for eighteen pence. Of all classes of dealers, booksellers have been most maligned; they practise with ardent and persistent devotion that merciless maxim which bids one buy in the cheapest anarket and sell in the dearest. More in sorrow than in anger one who had tried, as we all have done when demand exceeded supply, to barter tomes for lucre immortalized the within his musty ally tand and stare and stutter seme fond endearments mut have id¥er beet in the dock, noy have I ever visited a pawnshop, but I have had all the emotions that these experiences can bring to the sensitive but, driven soul; I have endored the "mournful exhibition, accepted the meagre dole, and shamefacedly slunk from the *musty halt" trying to look as if Thad been 4 lucky buyer and not a hapless seller.
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