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Written on the opening of the Session, 1847. "For him was lever han at his beddes hed Twenty bokes clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie." CHAUCER "Me, poor man! my library Was dukedom large enough."—SHAKSPEARE. Farewell, my trusty leathern-coated friends! 'Tis fitting, for a while, that we should part; For I, as duty points, must shape my ends, Obey what reason bids, and not my heart. What though 'tis mine to listen in that Hall Where England's peers, "grave, rev'rend, potent," sit, To hear the classic words of STANLEY fall, BROUGHA…