Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, First of your kind! society divine ! Still visit thus my nights, for you reserved, And mount my soaring soul, to thoughts like yours, JOHN WESLEY. The Seasons: "Winter." 1703-1791. Read the most useful books, and that regularly, and constantly. Steadily spend all the morning in this employ, or, at least, five hours in four-and-twenty. "But I read only the Bible." Then you ought to teach others to read only the Bible, and, by parity of reason, to hear only the Bible. But if so, you need preach no more. "Just so," said George Bell. "And what is the fruit? Why, now he neither reads the 472 C. F. DIBDIN-JAMES MONTGOMERY. Bible, nor anything else. This is rank enthusiasm." If you need no book but the Bible, you are got above St. Paul. He wanted others too. "Bring the books," says he, "but especially the parchments," those wrote on parchment. "But I have no taste for reading." Contract a taste for it by use, or return to your trade. The Works of the Rev. John Wesley, 1830, vol. viii., p. 315, "Minutes of Some Late Conversations;" &c. C. FROGNALL DIBDIN. 1776-1847. From beginning to end I have not been unmindful of the professed view, or title, of this work. Unless I have greatly deceived myself, it will afford comfort to those who at the close of a long and actively spent life, will find a communion with their books one of the safest and surest methods of holding a communion with their God. The library of a good man is one of his most constant, cheerful, and instructive companions; and as it has delighted him in youth, so will it solace him in old age. The Library Companion; or the Young Man's Guide and the Old Man's Comfort in the Choice of a Library. JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854. Breakfast dispatch'd, I sometimes read, When art and nature both combine, But books there are with nothing fraught,— That fall to climb, and climb to fall; JOHN KENYON. Poems: "Imprisonment." 1783-1856. How oft, at evening, when the mind, o'erwrought, Finds, in dim reverie, repose from thought, Just at that hour when soft subsiding day With them, no dread of joys that fade from view; When lore was bliss, and power was in its prime. And sweet 'twill be, or hope would so believe, And love them then, because we've loved before; "The Poems: For the Most Part Occasional. "Pretence: a Satire," part ii., Library." As to daily social readings-continued from year to year, while a family is running through its course of changes they constitute a bright continuity of its intellectual and moral existence. This communion of intelligence, and these recollections of books, that have left an impression upon the memories of the listenersthey readily coalesce with the remembrance of family events. I have said the same as to the connection of the seasons with family history. The book, and the events that marked the time of its perusal, weld into one; and especially it will be so if, in any instance, the heavy hammer of suffering and sorrow has come, stroke upon stroke, so as to make all one in the memory. Taking a glance round at my own shelves, I see books, never to be forgotten-for they were in course of reading at such and such a time.-Personal Recollections in "Good Words," 1865. HUGH MILLER. 1802-1856. How pleasant it is, after one has been shut up for months, mayhap, in some country solitude, or engaged in some over-busy scene, without intelligent companionship, to meet with an accomplished, well-read man, with whom to beat over all the literary topics, and settle the merits of the various schools and authors. It is not less pleasant to turn to one's books after some period of close engrossing enjoyment, and to clear off, among the masters of thought and language, all trace of the homely cares and narrow thinking which the season of hard labour had imperatively demanded.— Essays: "The Amenities of Literature." JOHN CAMERON. [Living.] But now-What of books as instruments for the evolution of latent mental power? Books abound— they over-abound; there is nothing of which we have so unmanageable a superfluity; their distracting variety makes it difficult to choose, and hard to hold to those even that we have chosen till we have inwardly digested them. Education is in the ratio of difficulty overcome. The best book, therefore, in this regard, is that which puts the utmost strain upon your faculty of meditation. |