word by
the servant to know what might be the cause of such an interruption.
The reader will readily forgive this trait of harshness and
precipitancy, on my part, when he is informed that I was then just
enjoying the "honey dew" of sleep, after many wakeful and restless
hours.

Lisardo's name was announced: and his voice, conveyed in the sound of
song-singing, from the bottom of the garden, left the name of the
visitor no longer in doubt. I made an effort, and sprung from my bed;
and, on looking through the venetian blinds, I discovered our young
bibliomaniacal convert with a book sticking out of his pocket, another
half opened in his hand (upon which his eyes were occasionally cast),
and a third kept firmly under his left arm. I thrust my head,
"night-cap, tassel and all," out of window, and hailed him; not,
however, before a delicious breeze, wafted over a bed of mignonette,
had electrified me in a manner the most agreeable imaginable.

Lisardo heard, and hailed me in return. His eyes sparkled with joy;
his step was quick and elastic; and an unusual degree of animation
seemed to pervade his whole frame. "Here," says he, "here is _The
British Bibliographer_[414] in my hand, a volume of Mr. Beloe's
_Anecdotes of Literature and Scarce Books_ in my pocket, while
another, of Mr. D'Israeli's _Curiosities of Literature_, is kept
snugly under my arm, as a corps de reserve, or rallying point. If
these things savour not of bibliography, I must despair of ever
attaining to the exalted character of a Bibliomaniac!"

[Footnote 414: _The British Bibliographer_ is a periodical
publication; being a continuation of a similar work under
the less popular title of _The Censura Literaria_;
concerning which see p. 52, ante. It is a pity that Mr.
Savage does not continue his _British Librarian_; (of which
18 numbers are already published) as it forms a creditable
supplement to Oldys's work under a similar title; vide p.
51, ante. A few of the ensuing numbers might be well devoted
to an analysis of _Sir William Dugdale's_ works, with
correct lists of the plates in the same.]

"You are up betimes," said I. "What dream has disturbed your rest?"
"None" replied he; "but the most delightful visions have appeared to
me during my sleep. Since you left Lorenzo's, I have sipt nectar with
Leland, and drunk punch with Bagford. Richard Murray has given me a
copy of Rastell's _Pastime of People_,[41