founder with a sentiment
like that uttered by Gray in reference to Eton:

'Where grateful science still adores
Her Henry's sacred shade.'

We understand that it has been recently decided to change this structure
into an oratory, and to build another library, and we presume that in
this also Mr. Lenox takes the initiative. We have referred to the fact
that Mr. Lenox only considers written applications, but lest this
statement should lead to their increase, we would add a word of
explanation. Their number has already become so large as to create a
great burden, and the daily task of reading these his begging letters is
very annoying. Mr. Lenox is greatly overladen, and we advise any one who
may think of his name as a _dernier resort_, to refrain from adding to
the labors of an overworked philanthropist. Rest assured, dear reader,
that Mr. Lenox will do all possible good with his money, and if it fails
to reach you, it may flow to a more deserving object.

Mr. Lenox is deeply interested in the Free Church of Scotland, and was
one of its most efficient helpers at the time of its exodus. A
correspondence between him and De. Chalmers conveyed his benefactions
through the noblest of instrumentalities, and a portrait of the great
Scottish theologian graces the mansion of his American friend. It was
painted by Henry Inman, during his sojourn abroad, and is the finest
picture of Chalmers we have ever seen. Mr. Lenox is a man of fine taste,
and finds recreation in gathering rare books, of which he has a valuable
collection, and he possesses, in addition, a splendid gallery of
pictures. Among them are two of Turner's landscapes, and we know of no
others in America.[6] We might say more of this estimable man, but will
not too soon anticipate the voice of fame. Our statements are made
mainly to correct some false impressions about one who, with all his
reticence, is one of the public men of his day, and who fulfills the
idea of the poet:

'Do good by stealth and blush to find it fame.'

Such a man was George Douglas, one of the same circle of wealthy
citizens of Scotch descent, who, though in a pecuniary view, hardly in
the same rank with Mr. Lenox, was still very rich. Mr. Douglas preserved
a studied retirement, and passed much of his time on his noble farm, but
was still active in philanthropy. His estate can not be far from a
half-million, yet it was used humbly in the service of his race.

'Though nursed in greatn