IT is the writer's firm conviction, in these days when the most enthusiastic bookworm cannot even keep up with the titles of the book output, that an earnest, sensible reason should be given for adding another to the already endless list of books. We have enough books to-day, good, bad, indifferent, with which, if they were collected, to build another Cyclops pyramid. The sage of the Old Testament declared in his day, concerning the endless making of books such a statement, compared with modern writing and publishing Of books, sounds amusing.