In the plate of John Herbert Corning, of Washington, Atlas, with strained muscles, supports the world of letters. Litterae is inscribed upon the immense globe which rests upon his shoulders.
Two children of the forest, a boy and a girl, with flowing hair and meagre garments, come towards us in the plate of A. L. Hollingsworth, of Boston, bearing between them a panel on which is carved the motto Un bon livre est un bon ami. The dense forest is close behind them, and were it not for the reader, one feels as if no person would pass their way to see their lofty sentiment. So thick, indeed, is the tangle of brush, that the loss of their clothes must be laid to their passage through it.
In the plate of Dr. George L. Parmelee, of Hartford, a herald in court costume is proclaiming, through his long trumpet, the loss of a book. The banner hanging from the horn shows the words he uses: Verloren! Verloren! ein Buch.