The essays of Elia . eposinghere, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do notwant to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem toinhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and theodour of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrantas the first bloom of those sciential apples which grewamid the happy orchard. Still less have I curiosity to disturb the elder reposeof MSS. Those varice lectiones, so tempting to themore erudite palates, do but disturb and unsettle myfaith. I am no Herculean raker. The credit of thethree witnesses might hav
The essays of Elia . eposinghere, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do notwant to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem toinhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and theodour of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrantas the first bloom of those sciential apples which grewamid the happy orchard. Still less have I curiosity to disturb the elder reposeof MSS. Those varice lectiones, so tempting to themore erudite palates, do but disturb and unsettle myfaith. I am no Herculean raker. The credit of thethree witnesses might have slept unimpeached for leave these curiosities to Person, and to G. D.—whom, by the way, I found busy as a moth over somerotten archive, rummaged out of some seldom-exploredpress, in a nook at Oriel. With long poring, he isgrown almost into a book. He stood as passive us oneby the side of the old shelves. I longed to new-coathim in Russia, and assign him his place. He mighthave mustered for a tall Scapula. i6. IN CHRIST CHURCH REVERENO Q-JAOf** G LE ? OXFORD IN THE VACATION D. is assiduous in his visits to these seats of inconsiderable portion of his moderate fortune, Iapprehend, is consumed in journeys between them andCliffords Inn—where, hke a dove on the asps nest,he has long taken up his unconscious abode, amidan incongruous assembly of attorneys, attorneys clerks,apparitors, promoters, vermin of the law, among whomhe sits, in calm and sinless peace. The fangs of thelaw pierce him not—the winds of litigation blow over hishumble chambers—the hard sheriffs officer moveshis hat as he passes—^legal nor illegal discourtesy toucheshim—none thinks of offering violence or injustice tohim—^you would as soon strike an abstract idea. D. has been engaged, he tells me, through a courseof laborious years, in an investigation into all curiousmatter connected with the two Universities; and haslately lit upon a MS. collection of charters, relative to C , by w
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