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A BRONZE INKSTAND, PRESENTED FROM ROME WITH THE FOLLOWINO LINES
To the Editor.
No more the praises of their Vesta's name
The tuneful voices of her maids inspire-
And watch with pious zeal the deathless fire-
Like flow’rs that grow on some forgotten grave;
Bat for the clue their summer fragrance gave!
This Second Volume of the Table Book concludes my endeavours of this nature. My engagement was to continue the work so long as the public continued to be pleased. I have gone a little further in justice to my readers, who might have felt disappointed had the volume not been concluded. I have cause to regret its commencement.
The Table Book, like the Every-Day Book, is undeformed by blemishes that would render it unfit for the Family Table. This, its praise in particular, is, to the public in general, a defect, in a work of low price and humble pretension. It has likewise the disadvantage of containing some things of higher reach, and more literary merit than usually fall to such a publication: it “flies too much over men's heads”—is a little too much in advance of the “march of intellect." I supposed that a sheet so filled, “ with engravings—every Saturday -price threepence,” would sell to an extent that would leave something weekly to its conductor: I erred.