ester--and _myself_ to Bristol and Exeter.

LIS. Some bookseller,[418] I warrant, has published a thumping
catalogue at each of these places. Ha!--here I have you, sober-minded
Lysander! You are as arrant a book-madman as any of those renowned
bibliomaniacs whom you celebrated yesterday evening!--Yet, if you love
me, take me with you! My pistoles are not exhausted.

[Footnote 418: I ought to have noticed, under Lysander's
eulogy upon _London Booksellers_ (see p. 308, ante) the very
handsome manner in which Mr. Roscoe alludes to their
valuable catalogues--as having been of service to him in
directing his researches into foreign literature. His words
are these: "The rich and extensive Catalogues published by
EDWARDS, PAYNE, and other _London Booksellers_, who have of
late years diligently sought for, and imported into England,
whatever is curious or valuable in foreign literature, have
also contributed to the success of my inquiries." _Lorenzo
de Medici_: pref. p. XXVII., edit. 1800, 8vo.]

PHIL. Peace, Lisardo!--but you are, in truth, a bit of a prophet. It
is even as you surmise. We have each received a forwarded letter,
informing us of very choice and copious collections of books about to
be sold at these respective places. While I take my departure for Mr.
Ford of Manchester, Lorenzo is about to visit the book-treasures of
Mr. Dyer of Exeter, and Mr. Gutch of Bristol:--but, indeed, were not
this the case, our abode here must terminate on the morrow.

LIS. I suppose the names you have just mentioned describe the
principal booksellers at the several places you intend visiting.

LYSAND. Even so: yet I will make no disparaging comparisons.[419] We
speak only of what has come within our limited experience. There may
be many brave and sagacious bibliopolists whose fame has not reached
our ears, nor perhaps has any one of the present circle ever heard of
the late Mr. Miller of Bungay;[420] who, as I remember my father to
have said, in spite of blindness and multifarious occupations,
attached himself to the book-selling trade with inconceivable ardour
and success. But a word, Lisardo!

[Footnote 419: Lysander is right. Since the note upon Mr.
Ford's catalogue of 1810 was written (see p. 123, ante), the
same bookseller has put forth another voluminous catalogue,
of nine thousand and odd articles; forming, with the
preceding, 15,729 lots. Thi