The San Francisco call., 1895-07-28

woodcuts and engravings OF her own col
lecting have been pasted by herself on the
blank pages or placed in the books in their
proper places. And there are notes on the
margins of the books and titles written on
the loose pictures in her own handwriting,
and two autograph letters are attached to
the hyleaves, which were received by Mrs.
Jameson after the publication, the one
from Walther Won Goethe, the nephew of
Germany's great poet, and the other from
DIR. Wellesley, master of New Hall Col
lege, speaking in highest terms of apprec1-
alton of the author and her work. No
doubt Mrs. Jameson priced these letters
that she attached them to these volumes,
and they may have been great encourage
ment to her in her work. And now for
time these priced volumes rest In the hands
of one who greatly values them on these
far Pacific shores.
AS beautiful bookroom as there is in
the City-beautiful in its appointments
and appurtenances, is the library of Miss
Mary Lake. The large, long room ends in
bow-window of stained glass on the
west. 1t is finished in redwood, and the
walls are a soft gray. The shelves extend
around three sides of the room, and are
about six feet high, built from the floor
up. Astronomical pictures hang on the
wall above the shelves. There is long
library table, and easy-chairs that invite
to their deep seats the reader with her
book. A large fireplace gives cheer and
warmth. Miss Lake, in her selection of
books, has considered herself and the
young ladies under her care. There are
the novels of Dickens, Thackeray, Bull
wer Lytton, Howells and Hawthorne;
histories, books of poems, a long line of
French works-Rousseau, Moliere, Racine
and Maupassant; many books of reference,
and, dearer yet to the schoolgirls heart,
the stories of Mrs. Austen, Louise Alcott
and, still better, the water Babies"
"Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice
Through the Looking-glass." For who
has not loved to linger in fairylands and
wonderful Aladdin scenes. and wander in
realms of fancy2 And Miss Lake thor
oughly believes in the cultivation of the
Imagination of children-not alone for
pleasure, but for the development of the
mind-and who would not, even though
grown to womanhood, gladly yield to the
sweet influence, the atmosphere, the rooms
throw about one, and gather ones self up
into a corner of the sofa In the freight
and quietly slip out into unexplored coun-
tries to dance with the fairies in wonder
full groves lit by firefies or the pale moons
rays, shudder at COLLINS or keep company
with princes and princesses? These named
constitute but few of the large collection
of books in Miss Lakes library, but to
mention more W0uld De OUT 10 repeat the
list of titles to be found in every we'll
selected collection of books, the books
which have been the product of all the
ages, the refined nuggets of thought from
the crucible of time.
.sYou, o books, are the golden urns in
which mama is laid up; rocks flowing
with honey, or rather, indeed, honey
combs; udders most copiously yielding the
milk of life, storerooms ever full; the
four-streamed river of Paradise, where the
human mind is fed and the arid intellect
moistened and watered; fruitful olives,
vines of Engaddi. fig trees knowing no
sterility; burning lamps to be ever held
in the hand" KATHERINE DURHAM.