Having sold my "Alastor" by means of an advertisement in the Sunday
_Times_ for two hundred and twenty-five dollars, I experienced a
sensation of richer blood in my veins by that accession of wealth.
"Alastor" has clothed all my family. I am sorry for the old woman who
lived in a shoe. She possessed no library. The moral is obvious. What
though I parted with a little bit of myself when I parted with that
book, I have engrafted something else in its place. For the children
also are myself.