But art it is long and time it doth fly,
Says I to myself, says I,
And three or four years have already passed by,
Says I to myself, says I;
And yet on those systems I'm not at all clear,
While new combinations forever appear,
To master them all is a life-work, I fear,
Says I to myself, says I.
Classification in a Library in Western New York: Gail Hamilton's "Woolgathering," under Agriculture.
Book asked for. "An attack philosopher in Paris."
A changed title. A young woman went into a library the other day and asked for the novel entitled "She combeth not her head," but she finally concluded to take "He cometh not, she said."
Labor-saving devices. The economical catalogue-maker who thus set down two titles—
"Mill on the Floss,
do. Political economy."