But I tear myself away from these thrilling reminiscences; and plunge amain into the Garden of the Golden Fruit, or the Hesperides of Robert Herrick, 1648, 8vo. a little out of chronological order, I admit . . but a desirable tome on many accounts: especially if it have a bright impression of the portrait of Herrick, by Marshall: and in such state it may be worth some five or six sovereigns. Mr. Campbell has judiciously referred his reader to the copious account of Herrick furnished by Mr. Nichols in his History of Leicestershire, where many of his poems are reprinted. Herrick will be as celebrated for his beautiful ballad of "Gather ye rose-buds while ye may" — as Marlow is for that which has been noticed at page 708, ante ["Come live with me, and be my love"]. Mr. William Combes of Henley, a gentleman who collects with considerable taste, and who loves what he collects with no inconsiderable ardour, is the fortunate owner of Joseph Warton's OWN COPY of Herrick's Hesperides — and he carries this book in his right hand coat pocket, and the first edition of Walton's Complete Angler in his left, when, with tapering rod and trembling float, he enjoys his favourite diversion of angling on the banks of the Thames. A halt — on a hay-cock, or by the side of a cluster of wild sweet-briars — with such volumes to recreate the flagging spirits, or to compensate for luckless sport! — but I am ruralising.