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BACON announced some centuries
ago, that Nature had ceased to dispense novelties.
Nothing new can be either found or done, read or related : nothing new but as the moon is new, the old moon with her face turned the other way.” Time has endorsed this observation, and the truth of the venerable saw touching the superiority of “old books, old wine, old friends, and old (I forget the fourth, but don't think it is “old women,”) becomes daily more patent. The following pages consequently cannot be expected to contain anything new, otherwise than as an old picture in a fresh light is