he greatness of human wisdom and
power!'

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EVERY-BODY has heard of the good old lady who purchased a family Bible at
a bookstore, and soon after returned it, being desirous to exchange it for
one of larger print. 'We have at present no Bible,' said the clerk, 'of a
larger-sized type than the one you have.' 'Well,' replied the lady, 'I
wish you would _print me one_, and I'll call in a day or two and get it!'
She thought a request so reasonable could readily be complied with. One of
our most prominent publishers mentions a clever anecdote of a poetess, who
in reading the proofs of her forthcoming volume, found passages of a page
or more in length enclosed in parenthetical pen-marks in the margin, with
'THOMSON,' 'GRAY,' 'MOORE,' 'BURNS,' 'WILSON,' etc., inscribed at the end.
One day a letter accompanied the return-proofs, in which the lady
remarked, that 'she had endured the repeated insinuations of the publisher
long enough; she was no _plagiarist_, whatever her other literary faults
might be; she had on each occasion looked over the works of MOORE,
THOMSON, BURNS, GRAY, etc., but with the exception perhaps of a passage in
WILSON'S 'Isle of Palms,' there was not even the slightest _pretext_ for a
charge of plagiarism. She would thank the publisher, therefore, to
discontinue in future his groundless hints upon the margins of the
proof-sheets.' The initiated will understand that the 'insinuations' of
which the poetess complained, were simply the names of the different
compositors, indicating the lines at which they severally began to place
her effusions in type! . . . MANY a reader will recall, as he peruses the
subjoined unpretending sketch, a kindred scene in his own experience,
'when life and hope were new:'

OUR OLD MEETING-HOUSE.

LORD, 'tis not ours to make the sea
And earth and sky a home for Thee;
But in Thy sight our off'ring stands,
A humble temple, 'made with hands.'

'MANY years ago, when 'the dew of the morning was fresh upon me,'
there stood, just in the edge of the village where I was born, an
old church edifice. The graves of many an early settler were round
about it; and often as the shadows of evening were settling upon
the valley, with half-averted face and hurried steps have I stole
noiselessly by to our rural home. O, how many associations crowd
upon the memory, in connection with that rude ol