ces will be justified by the principles of the craft in
following up the chase, and picking up any woodcuts or engravings
referring to the death of the false Bourbon, or any other scene in the
career of the knight without fear or reproach. Here, by a fortunate and
interesting coincidence, through the Bourbons the collector gets at the
swarms of bees which distinguish the insignia of royalty in France.
When the illustrator comes to the last line, which invites him to add to
what he has already collected a representation of "every opening
flower," it is easy to see that he has indeed a rich garden of delights
before him.

In a classification of book-hunters, the aspirants after large-paper
copies deserve special notice, were it only for the purpose of guarding
against a common fallacy which confounds them with the lovers of tall
copies. The difference is fundamental, large-paper copies being created
by system, while tall copies are merely the creatures of accident; and
Dibdin bestows due castigation in a celebrated instance in which a mere
tall copy had, whether from ignorance or design, been spoken of as a
large-paper copy. This high development of the desirable book is the
result of an arrangement to print so many copies of a volume on paper of
larger size than that of the bulk of the impression. The tall copy is
the result of careful cutting by the binder, or of no cutting at all. In
this primitive shape a book has separate charms for a distinct class of
collectors who esteem rough edges, and are willing, for the sake of this
excellence, to endure the martyrdom of consulting books in that
condition.[33]

[Footnote 33:

"But devious oft, from ev'ry classic muse,
The keen collector meaner paths will choose:
And first the margin's breadth his soul employs,
Pure, snowy, broad, the type of nobler joys.
In vain might Homer roll the tide of song,
Or Horace smile, or Tully charm the throng;
If, crost by Pallas' ire, the trenchant blade,
Or too oblique, or near the edge, invade,
The Bibliomane exclaims, with haggard eye,
'No margin!'--turns in haste, and scorns to buy."

--Ferriar's Bibliomania, v. 34-43.]

The historian of the private libraries of New York makes us acquainted
with a sect well known in the actually sporting world, but not
heretofore familiar in the bibliological. Here is a description of the
Waltonian library of the Reverend Dr Bethune. In the sunshine he is a