ncy of which
was not only shown in its name, but in its possessing among its earliest
adherents the Rev. E.B. Pusey and the Rev. John Keble. The same party
strengthened themselves by a series of volumes called the "Library of
the Fathers of the Holy Catholic Church anterior to the Division of the
East and West, translated by Members of the English Church." In
Scotland, the two branches which deny the supremacy of Rome (it would
give offence to call them both Protestant) are well represented by the
Spottiswoode, already referred to as the organ of Episcopacy; and the
more prolific Wodrow, which, named after the zealous historian of the
Troubles, was devoted to the history of Presbyterianism, and the works
of the Presbyterian fathers.

Thus are the book clubs eminently the republic of letters, in which no
party or class has an absolute predominance, but each enjoys a fair
hearing. And whereas if we saw people for other purposes than literature
combining together according to ecclesiastical divisions, as High Church
or Low, Episcopalian or Presbyterian, we should probably find that each
excluded from its circle all that do not spiritually belong to it, we
are assured it is quite otherwise in the book clubs--that High Churchmen
or Romanists have not been excluded from the Parker, or Evangelical
divines prohibited from investing in the Library of Anglo-Catholic
Theology. Nay, the most zealous would incline to encourage the
communication of their own peculiar literary treasures to their avowed
theological opponents, as being likely to soften their hearts, and turn
them towards the truth. Some adherents of these theological clubs there
also are of slightly latitudinarian propensities, to whom the
aspirations of honest religious zeal, and the records of endurance and
martyrdom for conscience' sake, can never be void of interest, or fail
in summoning up feelings of respectful sympathy, whatever be the
denominational banner under which they have been exhibited. Some of
these clubs now rest from their labours, the literary strata in which
they were employed having been in fact worked out. Whether dead or
living, however, their books are now a considerable and varied
intellectual garden, in which the literary busy bee may gather honey all
the day and many a day.

It will be readily supposed from the different and utterly separate
grooves in which they run, and is very well known to the prowler among
club books, that although thes