ad happened, so I came over to the other side.
Oh, the rascals, if I could but see them hanged.'

'For what?'

'Why, for stealing my book.'

'I thought you didn't dislike stealing,--that you were ready to buy
things--there was your son, you know--'

'Yes, to be sure.'

'He took things.'

'To be sure he did.'

'But you don't like a thing of yours to be taken.'

'No, that's quite a different thing; what's stealing handkerchiefs, and
that kind of thing, to do with taking my book? there's a wide
difference--don't you see?'

'Yes, I see.'

'Do you, dear? well, bless your heart, I'm glad you do. Would you like
to look at the book?'

'Well, I think I should.'

'Honour bright?' said the apple-woman, looking me in the eyes.

'Honour bright,' said I, looking the apple-woman in the eyes.

'Well then, dear, here it is,' said she, taking it from under her cloak;
'read it as long as you like, only get a little farther into the
booth--Don't sit so near the edge--you might--'

I went deep into the booth, and the apple-woman, bringing her chair
round, almost confronted me. I commenced reading the book, and was soon
engrossed by it; hours passed away, once or twice I lifted up my eyes,
the apple-woman was still confronting me: at last my eyes began to ache,
whereupon I returned the book to the apple-woman, and, giving her another
tanner, walked away.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

DECEASE OF THE REVIEW--HOMER HIMSELF--BREAD AND CHEESE--FINGER AND
THUMB--IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND--SOMETHING GRAND--UNIVERSAL MIXTURE--PUBLISHER

Time passed away, and with it the Review, which, contrary to the
publisher's expectation, did not prove a successful speculation. About
four months after the period of its birth it expired, as all Reviews must
for which there is no demand. Authors had ceased to send their
publications to it, and, consequently, to purchase it; for I have already
hinted that it was almost entirely supported by authors of a particular
class, who expected to see their publications foredoomed to immortality
in its pages. The behaviour of these authors towards this unfortunate
publication I can attribute to no other cause than to a report which was
industriously circulated, namely, that the Review was low, and that to be
reviewed in it was an infallible sign that one was a low person, who
could be reviewed nowhere else. So authors took fright; and no wonder,
for it will never do for an author to be considered low. Hom