Books, too, with the names of old college-students in them,—­family names;—­you will find them at the head of their respective classes in the days when students took rank on the catalogue from their parents’ condition.  Elzevirs, with the Latinized appellations of youthful progenitors, and Hic liber est meus on the title-page.  A set of Hogarth’s original plates.  Pope, original edition, 15 volumes, London, 1717.  Barrow on the lower shelves, in folio.  Tillotson on the upper, in a little dark platoon of octo-decimos.

Some family silver; a string of wedding and funeral rings; the arms of the family curiously blazoned; the same in worsted, by a maiden aunt.

If the man of family has an old place to keep these things in, furnished with claw-footed chairs and black mahogany tables, and tall bevel-edged mirrors, and stately upright cabinets, his outfit is complete.

No, my friends, I go (always, other things being equal) for the man who inherits family traditions and the cumulative humanities of at least four or five generations.  Above all things, as a child, he should have tumbled about in a library.  All men are afraid of books, who have not handled them from infancy.  Do you suppose our dear didascalos over there ever read Poli Synopsis, or consulted Castelli Lexicon, while he was growing up to their stature?  Not he; but virtue passed through the hem of their parchment and leather garments whenever he touched them, as the precious drugs sweated through the bat’s handle in the Arabian story.  I tell you he is at home wherever he smells the invigorating fragrance of Russia leather.  No self-made man feels so.  One may, it is true, have all the antecedents I have spoken of, and yet be a boor or a shabby fellow.  One may have none of them, and yet be fit for councils and courts.  Then let them change places.  Our social arrangement has this great beauty, that its strata shift up and down as they change specific gravity, without being clogged by layers of prescription.  But I still insist on my democratic liberty of choice, and I go for the man with the gallery of family portraits against the one with the twenty-five-cent daguerreotype, unless I find out that the last is the better of the two.

—­I should have felt more nervous about the late comet, if I had thought the world was ripe.  But it is very green yet, if I am not mistaken; and besides, there is a great deal of coal to use up, which I cannot bring myself to think was made for nothing.  If certain things, which seem to me essential to a millennium, had come to pass, I should have been frightened; but they haven’t.  Perhaps you would like to hear my

LATTER-DAY WARNINGS.

When legislators keep the law,
When banks dispense with bolts and locks,
When berries, whortle—­rasp—­and straw—­
Grow bigger downwards through the box,—­

When he that selleth house or land
Shows leak in roof or flaw in right,—­
When haberdashers choose the stand
Whose window hath the broadest light,—­