Above all thy rarities, old Oxenford, what do most arride and solace me, are thy repositories of mouldering learning, thy shelves—­

What a place to be in is an old library!  It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory, or middle state.  I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets.  I could as soon dislodge a shade.  I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odour of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of those sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.

Still less have I curiosity to disturb the elder repose of MSS.  Those variae lectiones, so tempting to the more erudite palates, do but disturb and unsettle my faith.  I am no Herculanean raker.  The credit of the three witnesses might have slept unimpeached for me.  I leave these curiosities to Porson, and to G.D.—­whom, by the way, I found busy as a moth over some rotten archive, rummaged out of some seldom-explored press, in a nook at Oriel.  With long poring, he is grown almost into a book.  He stood as passive as one by the side of the old shelves.  I longed to new-coat him in Russia, and assign him his place.  He might have mustered for a tall Scapula.

D. is assiduous in his visits to these seats of learning.  No inconsiderable portion of his moderate fortune, I apprehend, is consumed in journeys between them and Clifford’s-inn—­where, like a dove on the asp’s nest, he has long taken up his unconscious abode, amid an incongruous assembly of attorneys, attorneys’ clerks, apparitors, promoters, vermin of the law, among whom he sits, “in calm and sinless peace.”  The fangs of the law pierce him not—­the winds of litigation blow over his humble chambers—­the hard sheriffs officer moves his hat as he passes—­legal nor illegal discourtesy touches him—­none thinks of offering violence or injustice to him—­you would as soon “strike an abstract idea.”

D. has been engaged, he tells me, through a course of laborious years, in an investigation into all curious matter connected with the two Universities; and has lately lit upon a MS. collection of charters, relative to C——­, by which he hopes to settle some disputed points—­particularly that long controversy between them as to priority of foundation.  The ardor with which he engages in these liberal pursuits, I am afraid, has not met with all the encouragement it deserved, either here, or at C——.  Your caputs, and heads of colleges, care less than any body else about these questions.—­Contented to suck the milky fountains of their Alma Maters, without inquiring into the venerable gentlewomen’s years, they rather hold such curiosities to be impertinent—­unreverend.  They have their good glebe lands in manu, and care not much to rake into the title-deeds.  I gather at least so much from other sources, for D. is not a man to complain.