It is gratifying to us, as we glance over our exchanges, to read in almost every one that "Harvard has the largest college library in the United States." The statement is a very simple one, and is made with but few words, but it certainly has a good deal of meaning. It is also gratifying to us to turn to the reports of the library for different years and find how largely the library is used by college men and how each year has shown an extension of this use. We hardly need to expatiate on the value of a library to college students, nor do we need to declare what an impetus a large collection of books must give to the intellectual life of any institution of learning. It is enough to say that whoever neglects to use these books gets from his course in college only a small portion of the profit that he might get. A certain member of a class now graduated once boasted that he had never taken a book from the Harvard library, although he had roomed four years in Weld. Such a boast is not one that many of us would care to make, and it is certainly for a man's good to see that he is not even able to make it. The library is used, and we regret to say, abused also, - but here we are getting on to old theme of complaints, and as visions of petitions, of selfish and noisy men in the reading-room, and of electric lights, et cetera, et cetera, come upon us, we lay aside our pen, and permit ourselves for once, at least, to think of what the library is, not of what it might be.