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Whoever has acquired taste for reading. so fixed that it has settled into habit, has be- come in the highest sense independent of all other sources of amusement, and sufficient to himself. Fashion and society may set up their ephemeral idols, one day admitting. and another day excluding him, according to its unsettled caprices. They may throw the sun shine of their favor alternately upon the rich. witty, learned, the young and fortunate and gay, and he may not be able to claim either. But if we have learned really to love study ard books, and to hold converse with the mighty dead. he may set all their decisions at defiance. He can draw his supplies of inte- rest and amusement, and those of the highest order, which life can furnish, from his owa perennial and exhaustless fountains. Neither need he envy the possessor of the more mag nifcent apartments in which to deposit his splendid copies, with their gaudy engravinGs, gildings and bindings. To real lover of l books, a stall, so that it be amply furnished. is as good as the Vatican and nature offers him her universal ticket of admission to the grand apartments of her reading room; and seeing him enter satisfied with his book in his l hand, her composed visage will always greet him with ready welcome.-BOsI. Gag.