A MAN OUGHT TO READ

his favorite portions of Shakspeare a thousand times--of the Bible a

million times. Reading is much more like painting than we think. Go into

a palace car. Do you think this polish was put on the wood with one

application of the brush--with two, three, four? No; it would possibly

be cheaper to cover it with silk plush than to go over it as the skilled

workmen have done. Let us buy less ephemeral stuff, to be set adrift

and stove in when we have skimmed over it. Let us season our reading,

polish it, grain it, varnish it, repolish it and revarnish it, until we

are just like it ourselves--clear, concise, intelligent. How enjoyable

it is to meet an intelligent person!

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