evive. Yet further
intelligence?"

[Footnote 209: The reader may peruse the affecting death of
this beautiful youth, by the merciless Achilles, from the
407 to 418th verso of the xxth book of _Homer's Iliad_.
Fortunately for Lisardo, he survives the contest, and even
threatens revenge.]

LIS. My good Mercurius, for whom a knife and fork shall always be laid
at my table, has just informed me that Clement's _Bibliotheque
Curieuse_, and Panzer's _Typographical Annals_, are knocked down to
me, after Mustapha had picked me out for single combat, and battered
my breast-plate with a thousand furious strokes!

"You must always," said I, "expect tough work from such an enemy, who
is frequently both wanton and wild. But I congratulate you heartily on
the event of this day's contest. Let us now pack up and pay for our
treasures. Your servant has just entered the room, and the chaise is
most probably at the door."

LIS. I am perfectly ready. Mercurius tells me that the whole amounts
to----

PHIL. Upwards of thirty guineas?

LIS. Hard upon forty pounds. Here is the draft upon my banker: and
then for my precious tomes of bibliography! A thousand thanks, my
friend. I love this place of all things; and, after your minute
account of the characters of those who frequent it, I feel a strong
propensity to become a deserving member of so respectable a
fraternity. Leaving them all to return to their homes as satisfied as
myself, I wish them a hearty good day.

Upon saying this, we followed Lisardo and his bibliographical
treasures into the chaise; and instantly set off, at a sharp trot, for
the quiet and comfort of green fields and running streams. As we
rolled over Westminster-bridge, we bade farewell, like the historian
of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, to the

"Fumum et opes strepitumque Romae."

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[Illustration: CHISWICK HOUSE as in 1740.]

PART IV.

=The Library.=

DR. HENRY'S HISTORY OF GREAT BRITAIN.
A GAME AT CHESS.--OF MONACHISM AND CHIVALRY.
DINNER AT LORENZO'S.
SOME ACCOUNT OF BOOK-COLLECTORS IN ENGLAND.

----Wisdom loves
This seat serene, and Virtue's self approves:--
Here come the griev'd, a change of thought to find;
The curious here, to feed a craving mind:
Here the devout, their peaceful temple chuse;
And here, the poet meets his favouring Muse.

CRABBE'S POEMS. (_The Library._)

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