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BOOKS AND BOOKMEN BOOKS AND BOOK- MEN BY ANDREW ^^^.^^ LANG. A NEW EDI- TION 2_ TO THE VISCOUNTESS WOLSELEY Madame, it is no modish thing, The bookman's tribute that I bring; A talk of antiquaries grey, Dust unto dust this many a day, Gossip of texts and bindings old, Of faded type, and tarnish'd gold ! Ca7i ladies care for this to-do With Payne, Deroine, and Padeloup ? Can they resign the rout, the hall, For lonely joys of shelf and stall] The critic thus, serenely wise ; But you can read with other eyes, Whose books and bindings treasured are 'Midst mingled spoils of peace and war ; Shields from the fights the Mahdi lost, And trinkets from the Golden Coast, And many a thing divinely done By Chippendale and Sheraton, 1 870200 And trophies of Egyptian deeds, And fans, and plates, and Aggrey beads, Pomander boxes, assegais, And sword-hilts worn in Marlbro's days. In this abode of old and new, Of war and peace, my essays, too, For long in serials tempest-tost. Are landed now, and are not lost : Nay, on your shelf secure they lie, As in the amber sleeps the fly. Tis true, they are not *' rich nor rare ; " Knough, for me, that they are — there ! A. PREFACE The Essays in this volume have, for the most part, already appeared in an American edition (Combes, New York, 1886). The Essays on "Old French Title-Pages" and "Lady Book- Lovers " take the place of " Book Binding " and " Bookmen at Rome ; " " Elzevirs " and " Some Japanese Bogie-Books " are reprinted, with permission of Messrs. Cassell, from the Maga- zine of Art ; "Literary Forgeries" from the Contemporary Revieiv ; "Lady Book- Lovers" from the Fortnightly Reviezv ; "A Bookman's Purgatory " and two of the pieces of verse from Longman's Magazine — with the courteous per- mission of the various editors. All the chapters have been revised, and I have to thank Mr. H. Tedder for his kind care in reading the proof sheets. The Author learns, on the best authority, that the modern flat-backed bindings, referred to on p. 175, line 7, are well supplied with nerfs, though these do not show, and are perfectly permanent. The artistic and traditional objection to flat, still more to hollow backs, is another question. As the reference on p. 155 is intended to show, "A Book- man's Purgatory " is adapted from a little volume, now rather rare, "L'Enfer d'un Bibliophile," by the late M. Charles Asselincan. CONTENTS PACK Elzevirs i Ballade of the Real and Ideal 19 Rich and Poor 21 Doris's Books 40 The Rowfant Books 42 To F. L 44 Some Japanese Bogie-Books 46 Ghosts in the Library 69 Literary Forgeries 73 Bibliomania im France 102 Old French Title-Pages 127 A Bookman's Purgatory 142 Ballade of the Unattainable 157 Lady Book-Lovers 159 ILLUSTRATIONS I' AGE Klzevir SrnERKs 3 Elzevir Title-Page of the " Imitation " of Thomas a Kempis 7 Elzevir "Sage" ii Japanese Children. Drawn by Hokusai ... 47 A Storm Fiend 51 A Snow-Bogie 57 The Simulacrum Vulgare 61 A Well and Water Bogie 63 Raising the Wind 65 A Chink and Crevice Bogie 67 Fac-Simile of Binding from the Library of Grolier To face 116 Binding with the Arms of Madame de Pompa- dour To face 126 Old French Title-Pages 129, 130, 132, 133, 135, 137, 139 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. ELZEVIRS. TJie Countryman. " You know how much, for some time past, the editions of the Elzevirs have been in demand. The fancy for them has even penetrated into the country. I am acquainted with a man there who denies himself necessaries, for the sake of collecting into a library (where other books are scarce enough) as many little Elzevirs as he can lay his hands upon. He is dying of hunger, and his conso- lation is to be able to say, ' I have all the poets whom the Elzevirs printed. I have ten examples of each of them, all with red letters, and all of the right date.' This, no doubt, is a craze, for, good as the books are, if he kept them to read them, one example of each would be enough." TJie Parisian. "If he had wanted to read them, I would not have advised him to buy Elzevirs. The editions of minor authors which B 2 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. these booksellers published, even editions ' of the right date,' as you say, are not too correct. Nothing is good in the books but the type and the paper. Your friend would have done better to use the editions of Gryphius or Estienne." This fragment of a literary dialogue I translate from " Entretiens sur les Contes de Fees," a book which contains more of old talk about books and booksellers than about fairies and folk-lore. The "Entretiens " were published in 1699, about sixteen years after the Elzevirs ceased to be publishers. The fragment is valuable : first, because it shows us how early the taste for collecting Elzevirs was fully developed, and, secondly, because it contains very sound criticism of the mania. Already, in the seventeenth century, lovers of the tiny Elzevirian books waxed pathetic over dates, already they knew that a "Caesar" of 1635 was the right "Caesar," already they were fond of the red-lettered passages, as in the first edition of the " Virgil " of 1636. As early as 1699, too, the Parisian critic knew that the editions were not very correct, and that the paper, type, ornaments, and format were their main attractions. To these we must now add the rarity of really good Elzevirs. Though Elzevirs have been more fashionable than at present, they are still regarded by ELZEVIRS. 3 novelists as the great prize of the book collector. You read in novels about "priceless little Elzevirs," about books "as rare as an old Elzevir." I have met, in the works of a lady- novelist (but not elsewhere), with an Elzevir "Theocritus." The late Mr. Hepworth Dixon introduced into one of his romances a romantic Elzevir Greek Testament, " worth its weight in gold." Casual remaiks of this kind encourage a popular delusion that all Elzevirs are pearls of considerable price. When a man is first smitten with the pleasant fever of book-collect- ing, it is for Elzevirs that he searches. At first he thinks himself in amazing luck. Jn Book- sellers' Row and in Castle Street he " picks up," for a shilling or two, Elzevirs, real or supposed. To the beginner, any book with a sphere on the title-page is an Elzevir. For the beginner's instruction, two copies of spheres are printed 4 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. here. The first is a sphere, an ill-cut, ill- drawn sphere, which is not Elzevirian at all. The mark was used in the seventeenth century by many other booksellers and printers. The second, on the other hand, is a true Elzevirian sphere, from a play of IMolicre's, printed in 1675. Observe the comparatively neat drawing of the second sphere, and be not led away after spurious imitations. Beware, too, of the vulgar error of fancying that little duodecimos with the mark of the fox and the bee's nest, and the motto " Ouaerendo," come from the press of the Elzevirs. The mark is that of Abraham Wolfgang, which name is not a pseudonym for Elzevir. There are three sorts of Elzevir pseudonyms. First, they occa- sionally reprinted the full title-page, publisher's name and all, of the book they pirated. Secondly, when they printed books of a " dangerous " sort, Jansenist pamphlets and so forth, they used pseudonyms like "Nic, Schouten," on the "Lettres Provinciales" of Pascal. Thirdly, there are real pseudonyms employed by the Elzevirs. John and Daniel, printing at Leyden (1652-165 5), used the false name " Jean Sambix." The Elzevirs of Amsterdam often placed the name "Jacques le Jeune" on their title-pages. The collector who remembers these things must ELZEVIRS. S also see that his purchases have the right orna- ments at the heads of chapters, the right tail- pieces at the ends. Two of the most frequently recurring ornaments are the so-called " Tete de Buffle " and the " Sirene." More or less clumsy copies of these and the other Elzevirian orna- ments are common enough in books of the period, even among those printed out of the Low Countries ; for example, in books published in Paris. A brief sketch of the history of the Elzevirs may here be useful. The founder of the family, a Flemish bookbinder, Louis, left Louvain and settled in Leyden in 1580. He bought a house opposite the University, and opened a book- shop. Another shop, on college ground, was opened in 1587. Louis was a good bookseller, a very ordinary publisher. It was not till shortly before his death, in 161 7, that his grandson Isaac bought a set of types and other material. Louis left six sons. Two of these, Matthew and Bonaventure, kept on the business, dating ex officina Elzeviriana. In 1625 Bona- venture and Abraham (son of Matthew) became partners. The " good dates " of Elzevirian books begin from 1626. The two Elzevirs chose excellent types, and after nine years' endeavours turned out the beautiful "Caesar " of 1635. 6 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Their classical scries in petit format was opened with "Horace" and "Ovid" in 1629. In 1 64 1 they began their elegant piracies of French plays and poetry with " Le Cid." It was worth while being pirated by the Elzevirs, who turned you out like a gentleman, with jleurons and red letters, and a pretty frontispiece. The modern pirate dresses you in rags, prints you murderously, and binds you, if he binds you at all, in some hideous example of " cloth extra," all gilt, like archaic gingerbread. Bonaventure and Abraham both died in 1652, They did not depart before publishing (1628), in grand format, a desirable work on fencing, Thibault's " Academic de I'Espee." This Tibbald also killed by the book. John and Daniel Elzevir came next. They brought out the " Imitation " (Thomae a Kempis canonici regularis ord. S. Augustini De Imitatione Christi, libri iv.) ; I wish by taking thought I could add eight milli- metres to the stature of my copy. In 1655 Daniel joined a cousin, Louis, in Amsterdam, and John stayed in Leyden. John died in 1661 ; his widow struggled on, but her son Abraham (1681) let all fall into ruins. Abraham died 17 12. The Elzevirs of Amsterdam lasted till 1680, when Daniel died, and the business was wound up. The type, by Christopher Van 8 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Dyck, was sold in i68r, by Daniel's widow. Sic transit gloria. After he has learned all these matters the amateur has still a great deal to acquire. He may now know a real Elzevir from a book which is not an Elzevir at all. But there are enormous differences of value, rarity, and excellence among the productions of the Elzevirian press. The bookstalls teem with small, "cropped," dingy, dirty, battered Elzevirian editions of the classics. not " of the good date." On these it is not worth while to expend a couple of shillings, especially as Elzevirian type is too small to be read with comfort by most modern eyes. No, let the collector save his money ; avoid littering his shelves with what he will soon find to be rubbish, and let him wait the chance of acquiring a really beautiful and rare Elzevir. Meantime, and before we come to describe Elzevirs of the first flight, let it be remembered that the " taller " the copy, the less harmed and nipped by the binder's shears, the better. " Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is," sa}'S Shelley ; and we may say that most men hardly know how beautiful an Elzevir was in its uncut and original form. The Elzevirs we have may be " dear," but they are certainly " dumpy twelves." Their fair proportions have been docked by the ELZEVIRS. 9 binder. At the Beckford sale there was a pearl of a book, a " Marot ; " not an Elzevir, indeed, but a book published by Wetstein, a follower of the Elzevirs. This exquisite pair of volumes, bound in blue morocco, was absolutely un- impaired, and was a sight to bring happy tears into the eyes of the amateur of Elzevirs. There was a gracious svelte elegance about these tomes, an appealing and exquisite delicacy of propor- tion, that linger like sweet music in the memory. I have a copy of the Wetstein " Marot " myself, not a bad copy, though murderously bound in that ecclesiastical sort of brown calf antique, which goes well with hymn books, and reminds one of cakes of chocolate. But my copy is only some 128 millimetres in height, whereas the uncut Beckford copy (it had belonged to the great Pixerecourt) was at least 130 millimetres high. Beside the uncut example mine looks like Cinderella's plain sister beside the beauty of the family. Now the moral is that only tall Elzevirs are beautiful, only tall Elzevirs preserve their ancient proportions, only tall Elzevirs are worth collecting. Dr. Lemuel Gulliver remarks that the King of Lilliput was taller than any of his court by almost the breadth of a nail, and that his altitude filled the minds of all with awe. 10 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Well, the Philistine may think a few millimetres, more or less, in the height of an Elzevir are of little importance. When he comes to sell, he will discover the difference. An uncut, or almost uncut, copy of a good Elzevir may be worth fifty or sixty pounds or more ; an ordinary copy may bring fewer pence. The binders usually pare down the top and bottom more than the sides. I have a " Rabelais " of the good date, with the red title (1663), and some of the pages have never been opened, at the sides. But the height is only some 122 millimetres, a mere dwarf Anything over 130 millimetres is very rare. Therefore the collector of Elzevirs should have one of those useful ivory-handled knives on which the French measures are marked, and thus he will at once be able to satisfy himself as to the exact height of any example which he encounters. Let us now assume that the amateur quite understands what a proper Elzevir should be : tall, clean, well bound if possible, and of the good date. But we have still to learn what the good dates are, and this is matter for the study and practice of a well-spent life. We may gossip about a few of the more famous Elzevirs, those without which no collection is complete. Of all Elzevirs the most famous and the most ELZEVIRS. ti expensive is an old cookery book, " ' Le Pastissier Francois.' Wherein is taught the way to make all sorts of pastry, useful to all sorts of persons. Also the manner of preparing all manner of eggs, for fast-days, and other days, in more than sixty fashions. Amsterdam, Louys, and Daniel Elsevier. 1665." The mark is not the old " Sage," but the " Minerva " with her owl. Now this book has no intrinsic value any more than a Tauchnitz reprint of any modern volume on cooking. The " Pastissier " is cherished because it is so very rare. The tract passed into the hands of cooks, and the hands of cooks are detrimental to literature. Just as nursery books, fairy tales, and the like are destroyed from generation to generation, so it happens with books used in the kitchen. The "Pastissier," to be sure, has a good frontispiece, a scene in a Low Country kitchen, among the dead game 12 BOOK'S AND BOOKMEN. and the dainties. The buxom cook is making a game pie ; a pheasant pie, decorated with the bird's head and tail-feathers, is already made.-^ Not for these charms, but for its rarity, is the " Pastissier " coveted. In an early edition of the "Manuel" (1821) Brunet says, with a feigned brutality (for he dearly loved an Elzevir), "Till now I have disdained to admit this book into my work, but I have yielded to the prayers of amateurs. Besides, how could I keep out a volume which was sold for one hundred and one francs in 1819?" One hundred and one francs ! If I could only get a " Pastissier " for one hundred and one francs ! But our grandfathers lived in the Bookman's Paradise. " II n'est pas jusqu'aux Anglais," adds Brunet — "the very English themselves — have a taste for the * Pas- tissier.' " The Duke of Marlborough's copy was actually sold for £1 4.S. It would have been money in the ducal pockets of the house of Marlborough to have kept this volume till the general sale of all their portable property at which our generation was privileged to assist. No wonder the " Pastissier " was thought rare. Bcrard only knew two copies. Pietiers, writing on the Elzevirs in 1843, could cite only five " Pastissiers," and in his "Annales" he had ' See illustrations, pp. 133, 135. ELZEVIRS. 13 found out but five more. Willems, on the other hand, enumerates some thirty, not including Motteley's. Motteley was an uncultivated, un- taught enthusiast. He knew no Latin, but he had a flair for uncut Elzevirs. "Incomptis capillis," he would cry (it was all his lore) as he gloated over his treasures. They were all burnt by the Commune in the Louvre Library. A {q.\n examples may be given of the prices brought by " Le Pastissier " in later days. Sensier's copy was but 128 millimetres in height, and had the old ordinary vellum bind- ing, — in fact, it closely resembled a copy which Messrs. Ellis and White had for sale in Bond Street in 1883. The English booksellers asked, I think, about 1500 francs for their copy. Sensier's was sold for 128 francs in April, 1828 ; for 201 francs in 1837. Then the book was gloriously bound by Trautz-Bauzonnet, and was sold with Potier's books in 1870, when it fetched 2910 francs. At the Benzon sale (1875) it fetched 3255 francs, and, falling dreadfully in price, was sold again in 1877 for 2200 francs. M. Dutuit, at Rouen, has a taller copy, bound by Bauzonnet. Last time it was sold (185 1) it brought 251 francs. The Due de Chartres has now the copy of Pieters, the historian of the Elzevirs, valued at 3000 francs. 14 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. About thirty years ago no fewer than three copies were sold at Brighton, of all places. M. Quentin Bauchart had a copy only 127 millimetres in height, which he swopped to M. Paillet. M. Chartener, of Metz, had a copy now bound by Bauzonnet which was sold for four francs in 1780. We call this the age of cheap books, but before the Revolution books were cheaper. It is fair to say, however, that this example of the " Pastissier " was then bound up with another book, Vlacq's edition of " Le Cuisinier Francois," and so went cheaper than it would otherwise have done. M. de Fontaine de Resbecq declares that a friend of his bought six original pieces of Moliere's bound up with an old French translation of Garth's " Dispensary." The one faint hope left to the poor book collector is that he may find a valuable tract lurking in the leaves of some bound collection of trash. I have an original copy of Moliere's " Les Fascheux " bound up with a treatise on precious stones, but the bookseller from whom I bought it knew it was there ! That made all the difference. But, to return to our " Pastissier," here is M. de Fontaine de Resbecq's account of how he wooed and won his own copy of this illustrious Elzevir. " I began my walk to-day," says this ELZEVIRS. IS haunter of ancient stalls, "by the Pont Marie and the Quai de la Greve, the pillars of Hercules of the book-hunting world. After having viewed and reviewed these remote books, I was going away, when my attention was caught by a small naked volume, without a stitch of binding. I seized it, and what was my delight when I recognised one of the rarest of that famed Elzevir collection whose height is measured as minutely as the carats of the diamond. There was no indication of price on the box where this jewel was lying ; the book, though unbound, was perfectly clean within. ' How much .'' ' said I to the bookseller. ' You can have it for six sous,' he answered ; ' is it too much ? ' * No,' said I, and, trembling a little, I handed him the thirty centimes he asked for the * Pastissier Frangois.' You may believe, my friend, that after such a piece of luck at the start, one goes home fondly embracing the beloved object of one's search. That is exactly what I did." Can this tale be true ? Is such luck given by the jealous fates mortalibus cegris? M. de Resbecq's find was made apparently in 1856, when trout were plenty in the streams, and rare books not so very rare. To my own know- ledge an English collector has bought an l6 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. original play of Moli^re's, in the original vellum, for eighteenpence. But no one has such luck any longer. Not, at least, in London. A more expensive " Pastissicr " than that which brought six sous was priced in Bachelin-Deflorenne's catalogue at ;^240. A curious thing occurred when two uncut " Pastissiers " turned up simul- taneously in Paris. One of them Morgand and Fatout sold for ^^400. Clever people argued that one of the twin uncut " Pastissiers " must be an imitation, a fac-simile by means of photo- gravure, or some other process. But it was triumphantly established that both were genuine ; they had minute points of difference in the ornaments. M. Willems, the learned historian of the Elzevirs, is indignant at the successes of a book which, as Brunet declares, is badly printed. There must be at least forty known "Pastissiers" in the world. Yes ; but there are at least 4000 people who would greatly rejoice to possess a " Pastissier," and some of these de- sirous ones are very wealthy. While this state of the market endures, the "Pastissier" will fetch higher prices than the other varieties. Another extremely rare Elzevir is " L'lllustre Theatre de Mons. Corneille " (Leyden, 1644). This contains " Le Cid," " Les Horaces," " Le ELZEVIRS. 17 Cinna," "La Mort de Pompee," " Le Polyeucte." The name, "L'lllustre Theatre," appearing at that date has an interest of its own. In 1643-44, Moliere and Madeleine Bejart had just started the company which they called " L'lllustre Theatre." Only six or seven copies of the book are actually known, though three or four are believed to exist in England, probably all covered with dust in the library of some lord. " He has a very good library," I once heard some one say to a noble earl, whose own library was famous. " And what can a fellow do with a very good library ? " answered the descendant of the Crusaders, who probably (being a youth light-hearted and content) was ignorant of his own great possessions. An expensive copy of " L'lllustre Theatre," bound by Trautz-Bau- zonnet, was sold for ^300. Among Elzevirs desirable, yet not hopelessly rare, is the " Virgil " of 1636. Heinsius w^as the editor of this beautiful volume, prettily printed, but incorrect. Probably it is hard to correct with absolute accuracy works in the clear but minute type which the Elzevirs affected. They have won fame by the elegance of their books, but their intention was to sell good books cheap, like Michel Levy. The small type was required to get plenty of " copy " into little bulk. Nicholas c i8 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Hcinsius, the son of the editor of the "Virgil," when he came to correct his father's edition, found that it contained so many coqnillcs, or misprints, as to be nearly the most incorrect copy in the world. Heyne says, "Let the 'Virgil' be one of the rare Elzevirs, if you please, but within it has scarcely a trace of any good quality." Yet the first edition of this beautiful little book, with its two passages of red letters, is so desirable that, till he could possess it, Charles Nodier would not profane his shelves by any " Virgil " at all. Equally fine is the "Caesar" of 1635, which, with the "Virgil" of 1636 and the " Imitation " without date, M. Willems thinks the most suc- cessful work of the Elzevirs, " one of the most enviable jewels in the casket of the bibliophile." It may be recognised by the page 149, which is erroneously printed 153. A good average height is from 125 to 128 millimetres. The highest known is 130 millimetres. This book, like the " Imitation," has one of the pretty and in- genious frontispieces which the Elzevirs pre- fixed to their books. So farewell, and good speed in your sport, ye hunters of Elzevirs, and may you find perhaps the rarest Elzevir of all, " L'Aimable Mere de Jesus." ( 19 ) BALLADE OF THE REAL AND IDEAL. (double refrain.) O VISIONS of salmon tremendous' Of trout of unusual weight, Of waters that wander as Ken does, Ye come through the Ivory Gate ! But the skies that bring never a " spate," But the flies that catch up in a thorn, But the creel that is barren of freight, Through the portals of horn ! O dreams of the Fates that attend us With prints in the earliest state, O bargains in books that they send us, Ye come through the Ivory Gate ! But the tome that has never a mate, But the quarto that's tattered and torn, And bereft of a title and date, Through the portals of horn ! 20 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. O dreams of the tongues that commend us, Of crowns for the laureate pate, Of a public to buy and befriend us, Ye come through the Ivory Gate ! But the critics that slash us and slate,^ But the people that hold us in scorn, But the sorrow, the scathe, and the hate. Through the portals of horn ! ENVOY. Fair dreams of things golden and great, Ye come through the Ivory Gate ; But the facts that are bleak and forlorn, Through the portals of horn ! ' "Slate" is a professional term for a severe criticism. Clearly the word is originally " slat," a narrow board of wood, with which a person might be beaten. This was the note in earlier editions, but, in the Atheii by the bargain ? Why, M. Rouquette published new engravings of the designs, and the profit was about ;^36oo, of which M. Paillet got £1200. Indeed we may say, Habenti dabitii}'. When had a poor collector such luck ? Such are the successes of Wealth. These brilliant books, all so fresh, so fair in morocco raiment, are the results of taste and labour as well as of money. M. Beraldi describes M. Paillet seated in his library, with the sheets of five unbound copies of one volume before him, comparing, selecting, examining with a micro- scope, page by page. The result is one perfect copy, to be perfectly bound, by Cuzin perhaps, and to be le phis bel exeniplaire connu. These are not, after all, the enjoyments the poor collector envies most. He really wants to read his books, not that he could not have modern reprints, but he likes to see the famous masterpieces of old as Shakespeare saw them, when his quartos were cried at the doors of the Globe, as " book o' the Play." Well, the poor collector can never have that pleasure, unless he visits Mr. Locker's library and wonderful array of Shakspeare quartos. But, here and there, a cropped, maimed relic reaches us. " Lucasta," RICH AND POOR. 35 without the illustrations ; Herrick, minus his portrait ; " Steps to the Temple," with a page missing.' How many of these twopenny trea- sures one possesses, relics a trifle apocryphal.^ The poor collector is apt to burden himself with these dilapidated relics out of pure senti- ' The Steps to the Temple (London, 1646) I found in a box outside a shop in Holywell Street. It had belonged, apparently, to Collet, Crashaw's friend, and certainly to Collet's son, who had adorned the fly-leaf with an inscription in a beautiful hand, but in veiy bad Latin. As for Lucasta (1649), ^^y Richard Love- lace, the second edition, perfect, is almost not to be found. The date is 1659. Li Mr. Locker's catalogue the Rowfant copy is said to have an "old facsimile of Frontispiece by Hollar, after Francis Lovelace." But Mr. Locker has now supplied the genuine Hollar print, which he purchased, for a ransom, at the Addinglon sale, in 1S86. Hollar collectors and other wild men liave cut the portraits and prints out of most of the books of the Cavalier poets. - I believe no man. Rich or Poor, has a library so rich in Imperfect works as the author of these pages. Two of my mutilated friends give me such concern, that I make bold to lay the case before the benevolent public. I possess (in green morocco by W. Pratt) an ttncut copy of The Angler's Delight, by William Gilbert, Gent. London, 1676. But this copy has the Title page of the second portion of the same book, namely " The Method of Fishing in Hackney River, with the Names of all the best Stands there." The only Stands there, now, are cab-stands : but no matter. If any bibliophile has the other part of the book, I will toss him for the whole ; and the same offer is made to the owner of volumes iv.-vii. of Les CEuvres de Monsieur de Moliere. Paris, 1676. These volumes, of which I have i. ii. iii. must be soinnvhere : the name Onncstonn is written in an old hand on the title-pages. 36 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. mcnf. lie can scarcely expect to buy an un- harmed example of a rare first edition, but he lives in hope of completing his own. Vain hope, pleasing aspirations ! The two halves of the imperfect work, like the two lovers that once were one body and soul, in the apologue of Aristophanes, wander round the world, and never meet again. And I think of these poor sundered volumes pained with a nostalgic, like that of the two obelisks in Thcophile Gautier's poem ; or afflicted with "an intense yearning for something which the Soul desires and cannot tell, and of which she has only a dark and doubtful presenti- ment." 1 The tomes are divided for ever. One moiety may be in Paris, one on a stall in Cairo, like the monoliths estranged, and no more to be united than these obelisques d^pareillcs. It is easy to give the poor collector good advice, to bid him never waste his substance on imperfections, never spend his coppers on boiiqidns, but wait, and " lie low " (like the would-be purchaser of Mark Twain's "celebrated Mexican plug "), till he has a chance of getting a real prize. This was the method of Balzac's fabled collector, Le Cousin Pons, but the wonderful story of his treasures is as great a ' Aristophanes in the Symposium, p. 102. RICH AND POOR. 37 myth as Poe's " Gold Beetle." It is one of Balzac's golden dreams. Moreover, the Poor collector has rarely the patience and self-denial for the task. He revels in brown shabby bo2iq?nns, for a reason the Rich Man would not suspect, namely for love of their contents. They are full of odd scraps of information, waifs of lore, sometimes, from the dead Court life of Moliere's time. I have mislaid — for they lightly come and lightly go — a volume of courtly dialogues of 1670, in which an Abbe and a philosopher discourse on ghosts with a lady of Quality. This woman has had "an insolent person " beaten to death by her valets. She believes that she is always seeing his ghost, a belief out of which the Abbe and philosopher try to reason her, with arguments drawn from Science and Religion. No other punishment save what the Ghost inflicted, has dared to approach the grande dame de par le monde. What a world it was, when this kind of conversa- tion was not only possible, but probably was based on current gossip. It was the little black bouqtiin that gave one this peep into the age of Moli^re, the age of Alceste, who might well despise his kind, and of pretty Celimene, who never, surely, would have acted like the cruel lady of Quality. 38. BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. The Poor Man, if he only wants to read, may actually enjoy the books which the wicked Rich keep idle in gilded saloons. For example, here is a volume for the student of Primitive Marriage : it is De veteri ritu NUPTIARUM & jure CONNUBIORUM. Barnabas Bris- sonius, Antonius i,^ FranciscusJ Apiid Francisciun Hackiiivi LVG. BATAVOR You buy it for fourpence, nay, for twopence, with its frontispiece of Adam flirting with Eve in Paradise. But, let it be in a morocco jacket, and the Bookseller shall charge you fifteen pounds, and attribute its binding to Padeloup. Surely better is sheepskin, for twopence, and content therewith, than, for £\^, Padeloup, — without his ticket ! So we might illustrate the joys of the trumpery collector. But Charles Lamb has made these things immortal in his prose, and Thackeray in his verse. This snug little chamber is crammed in all nooks ]Vith 'worthless old knickuacks, and silly old books, And foolish old odds and foolish old ends. Crack' d bargains from brokers, cheap keepsakes from friends. RICH AND POOR. 39. Old armour, prints, pictures, pipes, china {all crack'' d). Old rickety tables, and chairs broken hacked, A twopentty treasury, ivondrous to see. What matter ? ' Tis pleasant to you, friend, and me. * " All cracked " indeed, the cynic may cry, we and our treasures. But men may have their toys, like children ; and the Rich Man boasts his wax doll with moveable eyes, and the Poor Man has his fetish of rags tied up with a string, and is as happy as his opulent neighbour. The price of the original edition of Perrault's Tales is no longer far above rubies. A copy was sold by auction in Paris (March, 1872) for ;^85. Still the book is very rare. The public libraries of Paris possess but one example. ' Ballads, by \V. M. Thackeray. London : Bradbury and Evans, Bouverie Street. 1856. In the Original Wrapper ! 40 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. DORIS'S BOOKS. Doris, on your shelves I note Many a grave ancestral tome. These, perhaps, you have by rote ; These are constantly at home. Ah, but many a gap I spy Where Miss Broughton's novels lie ! Doris, there, behind the glass, On your Sheratonian shelves — Oft I see them as I pass — Stubbs and Freeman sun themselves. All unread I watch them stand ; That's Belinda in your hand ! Doris, I, as you may know, Am myself a Man of Letters, But my learned volumes go To the top shelf, like my betters, High — so high that Doris could Scarce cret at them if she would ! DORIS'S BOOKS. 41 Doris, there be books of mine, That I gave you, wrote your name in, Tooled and gilded, fair and fine : Don't you ever peep the same in ? Yes, I see you've kept them — but, Doris, they are " Quite Uncut ! " Quite uncut, " unopened " rather Are mine edifying pages, From this circumstance I gather That some other Muse engages, Doris, your misguided fancy: Yes, I thought so — reading Nancy. Well, when you are older, Doris, Wiser, too, you'll love my verses ; Celia likes them, and, what more is, Oft — to me — their praise rehearses. " Celia' s Thirty;' did I hear ? Doris, too, can be severe ! 42. BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. THE ROWFANT BOOKS. BALLADE EN GUISE DE RONDEAU. The Rowfant books, how fair they shew, The Quarto quaint, the Aldine tall, Print, autograph, portfolio ! Back from the outer air they call, The athletes from the Tennis ball, This Rhymer from his rod and hooks. Would I could sing them one and all, The Rowfant books ! The Rowfant books ! In sun and snow They're dear, but most when tempests fall ; The folio towers above the row As once, o'er minor prophets, — Saul ! What jolly jest books and what small " Dear dumpy Twelves " to fill the nooks. You do not find on every stall The Rowfant books ! THE ROWFANT BOOKS. 43. The Rowfant books ! These long ago Were chained within some College hall ; These manuscripts retain the glow Of many a coloured capital ; While yet the Satires keep their gall, While the Pastissier puzzles cooks, Theirs is a joy that does not pall, The Rowfant books ! ENVOI. The Rowfant books, — ah magical As famed Armida's " golden looks," They hold the rhymer for their thrall. The Rowfant books. 44 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. TO F. L. I MIND that Forest Shepherd's saw, For, when men preached of Heaven, quoth he, " It's a' that's bricht, and a' that's braw, But Bourhope's guid eneuch for me ! " Beneath the green deep-bosomed hills That guard Saint Mary's Loch it lies, The silence of the pastures fills That shepherd's homely paradise. Enough for him his mountain lake, His glen the burn went singing through, And Rowfant, when the thrushes wake, May well seem good enough for you. For all is old, and tried, and dear, And all is fair, and round about The brook that murmurs from the mere Is dimpled with the rising trout. TO F. L. 45 But when the skies of shorter days Are dark and all the ways are mire, How bright upon your books the blaze Gleams from the cheerful study fire. On quartos where our fathers read, Enthralled, the book of Shakespeare's play, On all that Poe could dream of dread. And all that Herrick sang of gay ! Fair first editions, duly prized, Above them all, methinks, I rate The tome where Walton's hand revised His wonderful receipts for bait ! Happy, who rich in toys like these Forgets a weary nation's ills, Who from his study window sees The circle of the Sussex hills ! 46 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. SOME JAPANESE BOGIE-BOOKS. There is, or used to be, a poem for infant minds of a rather Pharisaical character, which was popular in the nursery when I was a youngster. It ran something like this : — I thank my stars that I was born A little British child. Perhaps these were not the very words, but that was decidedly the sentiment. Look at the Japanese infants, from the pencil of the famous Hokusai. Though they are not British, were there ever two jollier, happier small creatures? Did Leech, or Mr. Du Maurier, or Andrea della Robbia ever present a more delightful view of innocent, well-pleased childhood .-' Well, these Japanese children, if they are in the least in- clined to be timid or nervous, must have an awful time of it at night in the dark, and when they make that eerie " northwest passage " bed- 48 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. wards through the darkling house of which Mr. Stevenson sings the perils and the emotions. All of us who did not suffer under parents brought up on the views of Mr. Herbert Spencer have endured, in childhood, a good deal from ghosts. But it is nothing to what Japanese children bear ; for our ghosts are to the spectres of Japan as moonlight is to sunlight, or as water unto whisky. Personally I may say that few people have been plagued by the terror that walketh in darkness more than myself. At the early age of ten I had the talcs of the ingenious Mr. Edgar Poe and of Charlotte Bronte " put into my hands " by a cousin who had served as a Bashi Bazouk, and knew not the meaning of fear. But I did, and perhaps even Nelson would have found out "what fear was," or the boy in the German tale would have " learned to shiver," if he had been left alone to peruse "Jane Eyre," and the "Black Cat," and the " Fall of the House of Usher," as I was. Every night I expected to wake up in my coffin, having been prematurely buried ; or to hear sighs in the area, followed by light, un- steady footsteps on the stairs, and then to see a lady all in a white shroud, stained with blood and clay, stagger into my room, the victim of too rapid interment. As to the notion that my SOME JAPANESE BOGIE-BOOKS. 49 respected kinsman had a mad wife concealed on the premises, and that a lunatic aunt, black in the face with suppressed mania, would burst into my chamber, it was comparatively a harm- less fancy, and not particularly disturbing. Between these and the "Yellow Dwarf," who (though only the invention of the Countess D'Aulnoy) might frighten a nervous infant into hysterics, I personally had as bad a time of it in the night watches as any happy British child has survived. But our ogres are nothing to the bogies which make not only night but day terrible to the studious infants of Japan and China. Chinese ghosts are probably much the same as Japanese ghosts. The Japanese have borrowed most things, including apparitions and awesome sprites and grisly fiends, from the Chinese, and then have improved on the original model. Now we have a very full, complete, and horror- striking account of Chinese Jianits (as the country people in Tennessee call them) from Mr. Herbert Giles, who has translated scores of Chinese ghost stories in his "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio " (De la Rue, 1880). Mr. Giles's volumes prove that China is the place for learned and active secretaries of the Psychical Society. so BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Ghosts do not live a hole-and-corner life in China, but boldly come out and take their part in the pleasures and business of life. It has always been a question with me whether ghosts, in a haunted house, appear when there is no audience. What does the spectre in the tapes- tried chamber do when the house is not full, and no guest is put in the room to bury strangers in, the haunted room ? Does the ghost sulk and complain that there is " no house," and refuse to rehearse his little performance, in a con- scientious and disinterestedly artistic spirit, when deprived of the artist's true pleasure, the awaken- ing of sympathetic emotion in the mind of the spectator .'' We give too little thought and sympathy to ghosts, who in our old castles and country houses often find no one to appear to from year's end to year's end. Only now and then is a guest placed in the " haunted room." Then I like to fancy the glee of the lady in green, or the radiant boy, or the headless man, or the old gentleman in snufif-coloured clothes, as he, or she, recognises the presence of a spectator, and prepares to give his or her best effects in the familiar style. Now in China and Japan certainly a ghost does not wait till people enter the haunted room : a ghost, like a person of fashion, " goes A STORM-FIEND. 52 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. everywhere." Moreover, he has this artistic excellence, that very often you don't know him from an embodied person. He counterfeits mortality so cleverly that he (the ghost) has been known to personate a candidate for honours, and pass an examination for him. A pleasing example of this kind, illustrating the limitations of ghosts, is told in Mr. Giles's book. A gentleman of Huai Shang, named Chou-t'ien-i, had arrived at the age of fifty, but his family consisted of but one son, a fine boy, " strangely averse from study," as if there were anything strange in that. One day the son disappeared mysteriously, as people do from West Ham. In a year he came back, said he had been detained in a Taoist monastery, and, to all men's amaze- ment, took to his books. Next year he obtained his B.A. degree, a First Class. All the neigh- bourhood was overjoyed, for Huai Shang was like Pembroke College (Oxford), where, accord- ing to the poet, " First Class men are few and far between." It was who should have the honour of giving his daughter as bride to this intellectual marvel. A very nice girl was selected, but most unexpectedly the B.A. would not marry. This nearly broke his father's heart. The old gentleman knew, according to Chinese belief, that if he had no grandchild there would SOME JAPANESE BOGIE-BOOKS. 53 be no one in the next generation to feed his own ghost, and pay it all the little needful attentions. " Picture, then, the father naming and insisting on the day ; " till K'o-ch'ang, B.A., got up and ran away. His mother tried to detain him, when his clothes " came off in her hand," and the bachelor vanished ! Next day appeared the real flesh-and-blood son, who had been kidnapped and enslaved. The genuine K'o-ch'ang was overjoyed to hear of his ap- proaching nuptials. The rites were duly cele- brated, and in less than a year the old gentle- man welcomed his much-longed-for grandchild. But, oddly enough, K'o-ch'ang, though very jolly and universally beloved, was as stupid as ever, and read nothing but the sporting intelligence in the newspapers. It was now universally admitted that the learned K'o-ch'ang had been an impostor, a clever ghost. It follows that ghosts can take a very good degree ; but ladies need not be afraid of marrying ghosts, owing to the inveterate shyness of these learned spectres. The Chinese ghost is by no means always a malevolent person, as, indeed, has already been made clear from the affecting narrative of the ghost who passed an examination. Even the spectre which answers in China to the statue in " Don Juan," the statue which accepts invita- 54 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. tions to dinner, is anything but a malevolent guest. So much may be gathered from the story of Chu and Lu. Chu was an under- graduate of great courage and bodily vigour, but dull of wit. He was a married man, and his children (as in the old Oxford legend) often rushed into their mother's presence, shout- ing, " Mamma ! mamma ! papa's been plucked again!" Once it chanced that Chu was at a wine party, and the negus (a favourite beverage of the Celestials) had done its work. His young friends betted Chu a bird's-nest dinner that he would not go to the nearest temple, enter the room devoted to coloured sculptures representing the torments of Purgatory, and carry off the image of the Chinese judge of the dead, their Osiris or Rhadamanthus. Off went old Chu, and soon returned with the august effigy (which wore " a green face, a red beard, and a hideous expression ") in his arms. The other men were frightened, and begged Chu to restore his worship to his place on the infernal bench. Before carrying back the worthy magistrate, Chu poured a libation on the ground and said, " Whenever your excellency feels so disposed, I shall be glad to take a cup of wine with you in a friendly way." That very night, as Chu was taking a stirrup cup before going to SOME JAPANESE BOGIE-BOOKS. 55 bed, the ghost of the awful judge came to the door and entered. Chu promptly put the kettle on, mixed the negus, and made a night of it with the festive fiend. Their friendship was never interrupted from that moment. The judge even gave Chu a new heart (literally) w^hereby he was enabled to pass examinations ; for the heart, in China, is the seat of all the intellectual faculties. For Mrs. Chu, a plain woman with a fine figure, the ghost provided a new head, of a handsome girl recently slain by a robber. Even after Chu's death the genial spectre did not neglect him, but obtained for him an appointment as registrar in the next world, with a certain rank attached. The next world, among the Chinese, seems to be a paradise of bureaucracy, patent places, jobs, mandarins' buttons and tails, and, in short, the heaven of officialism. All civilised readers are acquainted with Mr. Stockton's humorous story of " The Transferred Ghost." In Mr. Stockton's view a man does not always get his own ghostship ; there is a vigorous competition among spirits for good ghostships, and a great deal of intrigue and party feeling. It may be long before a disembodied spectre gets any ghostship at all, and then, if he has little influence, he may be glad to take a chance of 56 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. haunting the Board of Trade, or the Post Office, instead of "walking" in the Foreign Office. One spirit may win a post as White Lady in the imperial palace, while another is put off with a position in an old college library, or perhaps has to follow the fortunes of some seedy " medium " through boarding-houses and third-rate hotels. Now this is precisely the Chinese view of the fates and fortunes of ghost.s. Quisque siios patimur manes. In China, to be brief, and to quote a ghost (who ought to know what he was speaking about), "supernaturals arc to be found every- where." This is the fact that makes life so puzzling and terrible to a child of a believing and trustful character. These Oriental bogies do not appear in the dark alone, or only in haunted houses, or at cross-roads, or in gloomy woods. They are everywhere : every man has his own ghost, every place has its peculiar haunt- ing fiend, every natural phenomenon has its in- forming spirit ; every quality, as hunger, greed, envy, malice, has an embodied visible shape prowling about seeking what it may devour. Where our science, for example, sees (or rather smells) sewer gas, the Japanese behold a slimy, meagre, insatiate wrath, crawling to devour the lives of men. Where we see a storm of snow. A SNOW BOGIE, 58 J? 00 AS A. YD BOOKMEN. their livelier fancy beholds a comic snow-ghost, a queer, grinning old man under a vast umbrella. The illustrations in this paper are only a few specimens chosen out of many volumes of Japanese bogies. We have not ventured to copy the very most awful spectres, nor dared to be as horrid as we can. These native draw- ings, too, are generally coloured regardless of expense, and the colouring is often horribly lurid and satisfactory. This embellishment, fortunately perhaps, we cannot reproduce. Meanwhile, if any child looks into this essay, let him (or her) not be alarmed by the pictures he beholds. Japanese ghosts do not live in this country ; there are none of them even at the Japanese Legation. Just as bears, lions, and rattlesnakes are not to be seriously dreaded in our woods and commons, so the Japanese ghost cannot breathe (any more than a slave can) in the air of England or America. We do not yet even keep any ghostly zoological garden in which the bogies of Japanese, Australians, Red Indians, and other distant peoples may be accommodated. Such an establishment is per- haps to be desired in the interests of psychical research, but that form of research has not yet been endowed by a cultivated and progressive government. SOME JAPANESE BOGIE-BOOKS. 59 The first to attract our attention represents, as I understand, the common ghost, or siniu- lacriim vulgarc of psychical science. To this complexion must we all come, according to the best Japanese opinion. Each of us contains within him "somewhat of a shadowy being," like the spectre described by Dr. Johnson : something like the Egyptian " Ka," for which the curious may consult the works of Miss Amelia B. Edwards and other learned Oriental- ists. The most recent French student of these matters, the author of "L'Homme Posthume," is of opinion that we do not all possess this double, with its power of surviving our bodily death. He thinks, too, that our ghost, when it does survive, has but rarely the energy and enterprise to make itself visible to or audible by "shadow-casting men." In some extreme cases the ghost (according to our French authority, that of a disciple of M. Comte) feeds fearsomely on the bodies of the living. In no event does he believe that a ghost lasts much longer than a hundred years. After that it mizzles into spectre, and is resolved into its elements, whatever they may be. A somewhat similar and (to my own mind) probably sound theory of ghosts prevails among savage tribes, and among such peoples as the 6o BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. ancient Greeks, the modern Hindoos, and other ancestor worsliippcrs. When feeding, as they all do, or used to do, the ghosts of the ancestral dead, they gave special attention to the claims of the dead of the last three generations, leaving ghosts older than the century to look after their own supplies of meat and drink. The negli- gence testifies to a notion that very old ghosts are of little account, for good or evil. On the other hand, as regards the longevity of spectres, we must not shut our eyes to the example of the bogie in ancient armour which appears in Glamis Castle, or to the Jesuit of Queen Elizabeth's date that haunts the library (and a very nice place to haunt : I ask no better, as a ghost in the Pavilion at Lord's might cause a scandal) of an English nobleman. With these instanticB contradictories, as Bacon calls them, present to our minds, we must not (in the present condition of psychical research) dogma- tise too hastily about the span of life allotted to the siuiulacriiin viilgare. Very probably his chances of a prolonged existence are in inverse ratio to the square of the distance of time which severs him from our modern days. No one has ever even pretended to see the ghost of an ancient Roman buried in these islands, still less of a Pict or Scot, or a Palaeolithic man, THE SI.MVLACRl'.M Vl'LOARE. 62 BOOK'S A\D BOOKMEX. welcome as such an apparition would be to many of us. Thus the evidence does certainly look as if there were a kind of statute of limita- tions among ghosts, which, from many points of view, is not an arrangement at which we should repine. The Japanese artist expresses his own sense of the casual and fluctuating nature of ghosts by drawing his spectre in shaky lines, as if the model had given the artist the horrors. This sivmlacriim rises out of the earth like an exha- lation, and groups itself into shape above the spade with which all that is corporeal of its late owner has been interred. Please remark the uncomforted and dismal expression of the sinin- lacrum. We must remember that the ghost or " Ka " is not the " soul," which has other destinies in the future world, good or evil, but is only a shadowy resemblance, condemned, as in the Egyptian creed, to dwell in the tomb and hover near it. The Chinese and Japanese have their own definite theor}' of the next world, and we must by no means confuse the eternal fortunes of the permanent, conscious, and responsible self, already inhabit- ing other worlds than ours, with the eccentric vagaries of the semi-material tomb-haunting larva, which so often develops a noisy and bear- A WELL AND WATER BOGIE. 64 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. fighting disposition quite unlike the character of its proprietor in life. The next bogie, so limp and washed-out as he seems, with his white, drooping dripping arms and hands, reminds us of that horrid French species of apparition, "la lavandiere de la nuit," who washes dead men's linen in the moonlit pools and rivers. Whether this siniulacnini be meant for the spirit of the well (for everything has its spirit in Japan), or whether it be the ghost of some mortal drowned in the well, I cannot say with absolute certainty ; but the opinion of the learned tends to the former con- clusion. Naturally a Japanese child, when sent in the dusk to draw water, will do so with fear and trembling, for this limp, floppy apparition might scare the boldest. Another bogie, a terrible creation of fancy, I take to be a vampire, about which the curious can read in Dom Calmet, who will tell them how whole villages in Hungary have been depopulated by vam- pires ; or he may study in Fauriel's " Chansons de la Grecc Moderne" the vampires of modern Hellas. Another plan, and perhaps even more satis- factory to a timid or superstitious mind, is to read in a lonely house at midnight a story named " Carmilla," printed in Mr. Sheridan Le KSBsaz jM, '•M, as ' I 'f n i f. RAISING THE WIND. 66 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Fanu's " In a Glass Darkly." That work will give you the peculiar sentiment of vampirism, will produce a gelid perspiration, and reduce the patient to a condition in which he will be afraid to look round the room. If, while in this mood, some one tells him Mr. Augustus Hare's story of Crooglin Grange, his education in the practice and theory of vampires will be complete, and he will be a very proper and well-qualified inmate of Earlsvvood Asylum. The most awful Japanese vampire, caught red-handed in the act, a hideous, bestial incarnation of ghoulishness, we have carefully refrained from reproducing. Scarcely more agreeable is the bogie, or witch, blowing from her mouth a malevolent exhala- tion, an embodiment of malignant and maleficent sorcery. The vapour which flies and curls from the mouth constitutes " a sending," in the technical language of Icelandic wizards, and is capable (in Iceland, at all events) of assuming the form of some detestable supernatural animal, to destroy the life of a hated rival. In the case of our last example it is very hard indeed to make head or tail of the spectre represented. Chinks and crannies are his domain ; through these he drops upon you. He is a merry but not an attractive or genial ghost. Where there arc such "visions about" it may be admitted A CHINK AXD CREVICE BOGIE. 68 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. that children, apt to believe in all such fancies, have a youth of variegated and intense misery, recurring with special vigour at bed-time. But we look again at our first picture, and hope and trust that Japanese boys and girls are as happy as these jolly little creatures appear. ( 69 ) GHOSTS IN THE LIBRARY. Suppose, when now the house is dumb, When lights are out, and ashes fall — Suppose their ancient owners come To claim our spoils of shop and stall, Ah me ! within the narrow hall How strange a mob would meet and go, What famous folk would haunt them all, Octavo, quarto, folio ! The great Napoleon lays his hand Upon this eagle-headed N, That marks for his a pamphlet banned By all but scandal-loving men, — A libel from some nameless den Of Frankfort, — Arnaiid a la Sphere, Wherein one spilt, with venal pen. Lies o'er the loves of Moliere.^ ' Histoire des Intrigues Ainoiireuses de Aloliere, et de cclles de safeinme. {A la Sphire.) A Francfort, chez Frederic Arnaud, MDCXCVii. This anonymous tract has actually been attributed to Racine. The copy referred to is marked with a large N in red, with an eagle's head. 70 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Another shade — he does not see " Boney," the foeman of his race — The great Sir Walter, this is he With that grave homely Border face. He claims his poem of the chase That rang Benvoirlich's valley through ; And thiSy that doth the lineage trace And fortunes of the bold Buccleuch ; ' For these were his, and these he gave To one who dwelt beside the Peel, That murmurs with its tiny wave To join the Tweed at Ashestiel. Now thick as motes the shadows wheel. And find their own, and claim a share Of books wherein Ribou did deal, Or Roulland sold to wise Colbert.^ What famous folk of old are here ! A royal duke comes down to us, And greatly wants his Elzevir, His Pagan tutor, Lucius.^ ' The Lady of the Lake, iSio. The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1806. "To Mrs. Robert Laidlaw, Peel. From the Author." * Dictys Cretensis. Apud Lambertum Roulland. Lut. Paris., 1680. In red morocco, with the arms of Colbert, ' Z. Aniiivi Seneccc Opera Omnia. Lug. Bat., apud Elzevirios. 1649. AVith book-plate of the Duke of Sussex. GHOSTS IN THE LIBRARY. 71 And Beckford claims an amorous Old heathen in morocco blue ;^ And who demands Eobanus But stately Jacques Auguste de Thou ! ^ They come, the wise, the great, the true, They jostle on the narrow stair, The frolic Countess de Verrue, Lamoignon, ay, and Longepierre, The new and elder dead are there — The lords of speech, and song, and pen, Gambetta,^ Schlegel,* and the rare Drummond of haunted Hawthcrnden. ^ Ah, and with those, a hundred more. Whose names, whose deeds, are quite forgot : Brave "Smiths" and "Thompsons" by the score, Scrawled upon many a shabby " lot." ^ Stratonis Epigratnmata. Altenburgi, 1764. Stiaton bound up in one volume with Epictetus ! From the Beckford library. * Opera Hclii Eobani Hessi. Yellow morocco, with the first arms of De Thou. Includes a poem addressed "Lange, deciis meiitn." Quantity of penultimate "Eobanus" taken for granted, metri gratia. ' La Jotirnce die Chrilien. Coutances, 1 83 1. With inscrip- tion, " Leon Gambetta. Rue St. Honore. Janvier i, 1848." * Villoison's Ho7ner. Venice, 1788. With Tessier's ticket and Schlegel's book-plate. * Les Essais de Mic/iel, Seigneur de Montaigne. " Pour Fran- 5ois le Febvre de Lyon, 1695." With autograph of Gul. Drummond, and cipresso e palma. 72 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. This playbook was the joy of Pott ^ — Pott, for whom now no mortal grieves. Our names, like his, remembered not, Like his, shall flutter on fly-leaves ! At least in pleasant company We bookish ghosts, perchance, may flit ; A man may turn a page, and sigh. Seeing one's name, to think of it. Beauty, or Poet, Sage, or Wit, May ope our book, and muse awhile. And fall into a dreaming fit, As now we dream, and wake, and smile ! ' "The little old foxed Moliere," once the property of \Yilliam Pott, unknown to fame. ( 73 ) LITERARY FORGERIES. In the whole amusing history of impostures, there is no more diverting chapter than that which deals with literary frauds. None contains a more grotesque revelation of the smallness and the complexity of human nature, and none — not even the records of the Tichborne trial, nor of general elections — displays more plea- santly the depths of mortal credulity. The literary forger is usually a clever man, and it is necessary for him to be at least on a level with the literary knowledge and critical science of his time. But how low that level commonly appears to be ! Think of the success of Ireland, a boy of eighteen ; think of Chatterton ; think of Surtees of Mainsforth, who took in the great Sir Walter himself, the father of all them that are skilled in ballad lore. How simple were the artifices of these ingenious impostors, their 74 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. resources how scanty ; how hand-to-mouth and improvised was their whole procedure ! Times have altered a little. Jo Smith's revelation and famed " Golden Bible " only carried captive the polygamous /(j////?/^ qui vult decipi, reasoners a little lower than even the believers in Anglo- Israel. The Moabite Ireland, who once gave Mr. Shapira the famous MS. of Deuteronomy, but did not delude M. Clermont-Ganneau, was doubtless a smart man ; he was, however, a little too indolent, a little too easily satisfied. He might have procured better and less recog- nisable materials than his old " synagogue rolls ; " in short, he took rather too little trouble, anti came to the wrong market. A literary forgery ought first, perhaps, to appeal to the credulous, and only slowly should it come, with the prestige of having already won many believers, before the learned world. The in- scriber of the Phcenician inscriptions in Brazil (of all places) was a clever man. His account of the voyage of Hiram to South America probably gained some credence in Brazil, while in England it only carried captive Mr. Day, author of " The Prehistoric Use of Iron and Steel." But the Brazilians, from lack of energy, have dropped the subject, and the Phoenician inscriptions of Brazil are less successful, after LITERARY FORGERIES. 75 all, than the Moabite stone, about which one begins to entertain disagreeable doubts. The motives of the literary forger are curiously mixed ; but they may, perhaps, be analysed roughly into piety, greed, " push," and love of fun. Many literary forgeries have been pious frauds, perpetrated in the interests of a church, a priesthood, or a dogma. Then we have frauds of greed, as if, for example, a forger should offer his wares for a million of money to the British Museum ; or when he tries to palm off his Samaritan Gospel on the " Bad Samaritan " of the Bodleian. Next we come to playful frauds, or frauds in their origin playful, like (perhaps) the Shakespearian forgeries of Ireland, the siipcr- cheries of Prosper Merimee, the sham antique ballads (very spirited poems in their way) of Surtees, and many other examples. Occasionally it has happened that forgeries, begun for the mere sake of exerting the imitative faculty, and of raising a laugh against the learned, have been persevered with in earnest. The humorous deceits are, of course, the most pardonable, though it is difficult to forgive the young archaeologist who took in his own father with false Greek inscrip- tions. But this story may be a mere fable amongst archseologists, who are constantly ac- cusing each other of all manner of crimes. Then 76 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. there are forgeries by " pushing " men, who hope to get a reading for poems which, if put forth as new, would be neglected. There remain forgeries of which the motives are so complex as to remain for ever obscure. We may generally ascribe them to love of notoriety in the forger ; such notoriety as Macpherson won by his dubious pinchbeck Ossian. More difficult still to understand arc the forgeries which real scholars have committed or connived at for the purpose of supporting some opinion which they held with earnestness. There is a vein of mad- ness and self-deceit in the character of the man who half-persuades himself that his own false facts are true. The Payne Collier case is thus one of the most difficult in the world to explain, for it is equally hard to suppose that Mr. Payne Collier was taken in by the notes on the folio he gave the world, and to hold that he was himself guilty of forgery to support his own opinions. The further we go back in the history of literary forgeries, the more (as is natural) do we find them to be of a pious or priestly character. When the clergy alone can write, only the clergy can forge. In such ages people are interested chiefly in prophecies and warnings, or, if they are careful about literature, it is only when LITERARY FORGERIES. 77 literature contains some kind of title-deeds. Thus Solon is said to have forged a line in the Homeric catalogue of the ships for the purpose of proving that Salamis belonged to Athens. But the great antique forger, the " Ionian father of the rest," is, doubtless, Onomacritus. There exists, to be sure, an Egyptian inscription pro- fessing to be of the fourth, but probably of the twenty-sixth, dynasty. The Germans hold the latter view ; the French, from patriotic motives, maintain the opposite opinion. But this forgery is scarcely " literary." I never can think of Onomacritus without a certain respect : he began the forging business so very early, and was (apart from this failing) such an imposing and magnificently respectable character. The scene of the error and the detection of Onomacritus presents itself always to me in a kind of pictorial vision. It is night, the clear, windless night of Athens ; not of the Athens whose ruins remain, but of the ancient city that sank in ashes during the invasion of Xerxes. The time is the time of Pisistratus the successful tyrant ; the scene is the ancient temple, the stately house of Athene, the fane where the sacred serpent was fed on cakes, and the primeval olive-tree grew beside the well of Posidon. The darkness of the temple's inmost shrine is lit by 78 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. the ray of one earthen lamp. You dimly dis- cern the majestic form of a venerable man stooping above a coffer of cedar and ivory, carved with the exploits of the goddess, and with boustropJicdou inscriptions. In his hair this archaic Athenian wears the badge of the golden grasshopper. He is Onomacritus, the famous poet, and the trusted guardian of the ancient oracles of Musaeus and Bacis. What is he doing ? Why, he takes from the fragrant cedar coffer certain thin stained sheets of lead, whereon are scratched the words of doom, the prophecies of the Greek Thomas the Rhymer. From his bosom he draws another thin sheet of lead, also stained and corroded. On this he scratches, in imitation of the old " Cadmeian letters," a prophecy that " the Isles near Lemnos shall disappear under the sea." So busy is he in this task, that he does not hear the rustle of a chiton behind, and suddenly a man's hand is on his shoulder ! Onomacritus turns in horror. Has the goddess punished him for tampering with the oracles ? No ; it is Lasus, of Hermione, a rival poet, who has caught the keeper of the oracles in the very act of a pious forgery. (Herodotus, vii. 6.) Pisistratus expelled the learned Onomacritus LITERARY FORGERIES. 79 from Athens, but his conduct proved, in the long run, highly profitable to the reputations of Musaeus and Bacis. Whenever one of their oracles was not fulfilled, people said, " Oh, that is merely one of the interpolations of Onoma- critus ! " and the matter was passed over. This Onomacritus is said to have been among the original editors of Homer under Pisistratus.^ He lived long, never repented, and, many years later, deceived Xerxes into attempting his dis- astrous expedition. This he did by " keeping back the oracles unfavourable to the barbarians," and putting forward any that seemed favourable. The children of Pisistratus believed in him as spiritualists go on giving credit to exposed and exploded " mediums." Having once practised deceit, it is to be feared that Onomacritus acquired a liking for the art of literary forger}', which, as will be seen in the case of Ireland, grows on a man like dram-drinking. Onomacritus is generally charged with the authorship of the poems which the ancients usually attributed to Orpheus, the companion of Jason. Perhaps the most interest- ing of the poems of Orpheus to us would have been his " Inferno," or Y^oru^^uaiq iq a^ov, in ' That there ever were such editors is much disputed. The story may be a fiction of the age of the Ptolemies. 8o BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. which the poet gave his own account of his descent to Hades in search of Eurydice. But only a dubious reference to one adventure in the journey is quoted by Plutarch. Whatever the exact truth about the Orphic poems may be (the reader may pursue the hard and fruitless quest in Lobeck's " Aglaophamus " ^), it seems certain that the period between Pisistratus and Pericles, like the Alexandrian time, was a great age for literary forgeries. But of all these frauds the greatest (according to the most " advanced " theory on the subject) is the " Forgery of the Iliad and Odyssey ! " The opinions of the scholars who hold that the Iliad and Odyssey, which we know and which Plato knew, are not the epics known to Herodotus, but later compositions, are far from being clear or consistent. But it seems to be vaguely held that about the time of Pericles there arose a kind of Greek Macpherson. This ingenious impostor worked on old epic materials, but added many new ideas of his own about the gods, converting the Iliad (the poem which we now possess) into a kind of mocking romance, a Greek Don Quixote. He also forged a number of pseudo-archaic words, tenses, and expressions, and added the numerous references ' Or, more easily, in Maury's Religions de la Grcce, LITERARY FORGERIES. 8r to iron, a metal practically unknown, it is asserted, to Greece before the sixth century. If we are to believe, with Professor Paley, that the chief incidents of the Iliad and Odyssey were unknown to Sophocles, yEschylus, and the con- temporary vase-painters, we must also suppose that the Greek Macpherson invented most of the situations in the Odyssey and Iliad. Ac- cording to this theory the "cooker" of the extant epics was far the greatest and most successful of all literary impostors, for he de- ceived the whole world, from Plato downwards, till he was exposed by Mr. Paley. There are times when one is inclined to believe that Plato must have been the forger himself, as Bacon, (according to the other hypothesis) was the author of Shakespeare's plays. Thus " Plato the wise, and large-browed Verulam," would be " the first of those who " forge ! Next to this prodigious imposture, no doubt, the false " Letters of Phalaris " are the most important of classical forgeries. And these illustrate, like most literary forgeries, the extreme worthless- ness of literary taste as a criterion of the authenticity of writings. For what man ever was more a man of taste than Sir William Temple, "the most accomplished writer of the age," whom Mr. Boyle never thought of G 82 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. without calling to mind those happy lines of Lucretius — Quern tu, dea, tempore in omni Omnibus ornatum voluisti cxcellerc rebus. Well, the ornate and excellent Temple held that " the Epistles of Phalaris have more race, more spirit, more force of wit and genius, than any others he had ever seen, either ancient or modern." So much for what Bentley calls Temple's " Nicety of Tast." The greatest of English scholars readily proved that Phalaris used (in the spirit of prophecy) an idiom which did not exist to write about matters in his time not invented, but " many centuries younger than he." So let the Nicety of Temple's Tast and its absolute failure be a warning to us when we read (if read we must) German critics who deny Homer's claim to this or that passage, and Plato's right to half his accepted dialogues, on grounds of literary taste. And farewell, as Herodotus would have said, to the Letters of Phalaris, of Socrates, of Plato ; to the Lives of Pythagoras and of Homer, and to all the other uncounted literary forgeries of the classical world, from the Sibylline prophecies to the Battle of the Frogs and Mice. Early Christian frauds were, naturally, pious. We have the apocryphal Gospels, and the works LITERARY FORGERIES. 83 of Dionysius the Areopagite, which were not exposed till Erasmus's time. Perhaps the most important of pious forgeries (if forgery be exactly the right word in this case) was that of " The False Decretals." " Of a sudden," says Milman, speaking of the pontificate f Nicholas I. {pb. 867 A.D.), " Of a sudden was promulgated, unannounced, without preparation, not ab- solutely unquestioned, but apparently over- awing at once all doubt, a new Code, which to the former authentic documents added fifty-nine letters and decrees of the twenty oldest Popes from Clement to Melchiades, and the donation of Constantine, and in the third part, among the decrees of the Popes and of the Councils from Sylvester to Gregory II., thirty-nine false decrees, and the acts of several unauthentic Councils." "The whole is composed," Milman adds, "with an air of profound piety and reverence." The False Decretals naturally assert the supremacy of the Bishop of Rome. " They are full and minute on Church Property " (they were sure to be that) ; in fact, they remind one of another forgery, pious and Aryan, "The Institutes of Vishnu." " Let him not levy any tax upon Brahmans," says the Brahman forger of the Institutes, which "came from the mouths of Vishnu," as he sat "clad in a yellow robe, im- 84 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. perturbablc, decorated with all kinds of gems, while Lakshmi was stroking his feet with her soft palms." The Institutes took excellent care of Brahmans and cows, as the Decretals did of the Pope and the clergy, and the earliest Popes had about as much hand in the Decretals as Vishnu had in his Institutes. Hommenay, in " Pantagruel," did well to have the praise of the Decretals sung by filles belles^ bloiidelettes, doiil- cettes, et de bonne grace. And then Hommenay drank to the Decretals and their very good health. " O dives Decretales, tant par vous est le vin bon bon trouve " — " O divine Decretals, how good you make good wine taste ! " " The miracle would be greater," said Pantagruel, " if they made bad wine taste good." The most that can now be done by the devout for the Decretals is " to palliate the guilt of their forger," whose name, like that of the Greek Macpherson, is unknown. If the early Christian centuries, and the Middle Ages, were chiefly occupied with pious frauds, with forgeries of gospels, epistles, and Decretals, the impostors of the Renaissance were busy, as an Oxford scholar said, when he heard of a new MS. of the Greek Testament, " with something really important," that is with classical imitations. After the Turks took Constantinople, LITERARY FORGERIES. 8$ when the learned Greeks were scattered all over Southern Europe, when many genuine classical manuscripts were recovered by the zeal of scholars, when the plays of Menander were seen once, and then lost for ever, it was natural that literary forgery should thrive. As yet scholars were eager rather than critical ; they were col- lecting and unearthing, rather than minutely examining the remains of classic literature. They had found so much, and every year were finding so much more, that no discovery seemed impossible. The lost books of Livy and Cicero, the songs of Sappho, the perished plays of Sophocles and yEschylus might any day be brought to light. This was the very moment for the literary forger ; but it is improbable that any forgery of the period has escaped detection. Three or four years ago some one published a book to show that the " Annals of Tacitus " were written by Poggio Bracciolini. This paradox gained no more converts than the bolder hypo- thesis of Hardouin. The theory of Hardouin was that all the ancient classics were produc- tions of a learned company which worked, in the thirteenth century, under Severus Archontius. Hardouin made some exceptions to his sweeping general theory. Cicero's writings were genuine, he admitted, so were Pliny's, of Virgil the 86 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Georgics ; the satires and epistles of Horace ; Herodotus, and Homer. All the rest of the classics were a magnificent forgery of the illite- rate thirteenth century, which had scarce any Greek, and whose Latin, abundant in quantity, in quality left much to be desired. Among literary forgers, or passers of false literary coin, at the time of the Renaissance, Annius is the most notorious. Annius (his real vernacular name was Nanni) was born at Viterbo, in 1432. He became a Dominican, and (after publishing his forged classics) rose to the position of Maitre du Palais to the Pope, Alexander Borgia. With Csesar Borgia it is said that Annius was never on good terms. He persisted in preaching " the sacred truth " to his highness, and this (according to the detractors of Annius) was the only use he made of the sacred truth. There is a legend that Csesar Borgia poisoned the preacher (1502), but people usually brought that charge against Caesar when any one in any way connected with him happened to die. Annius wrote on the History and Empire of the Turks, who took Constantinople in his time ; but he is better remembered by his " Antiqui- tatum Variarum Volumina XVH. cum comment. Fr. Jo. Annii." These fragments of antiquity included, among many other desirable things, LITERARY FORGERIES. 87 the historical writings of Fabius Pictor, the pre- decessor of Livy. One is surprised that Annius, when he had his hand in, did not publish choice extracts from the " Libri Lintei," the ancient Roman annals, written on linen and preserved in the temple of Juno Moneta. Among the other discoveries of Annius were treatises by Berosus, Manetho, Cato, and poems by Archi- lochus. Opinion has been divided as to whether Annius was wholly a knave, or whether he was himself imposed upon. Or, again, whether he had some genuine fragments, and eked them out with his own inventions. It is observed that he did not dovetail the really genuine relics of Berosus and Manetho into the works attributed to them. This may be explained as the result of ignorance or of cunning ; there can be no certain inference. " Even the Dominicans," as Bayle says, admit that Annius's discoveries are false, though they excuse them by averring that the pious man was the dupe of others. But a learned Lutheran has been found to defend the " Antiquitates" of the Dominican. It is amusing to remember that the great and erudite Rabelais was taken in by some pseudo- classical fragments. The joker of jokes was hoaxed. He published, says Mr. Besant, "a couple of Latin forgeries, which he proudly 88 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. called " Ex reliquiis venerandae antiquitatis,' consisting of a pretended will and a contract." The name of the book is "Ex reliquiis vene- randae antiquitatis. Lucii Cuspidii Testamentum. Item contractus venditionis antiquis Romanorum temporibus initus. Liigdimi apud GrypJihun (1532)." Pomponius Laetus and Jovianus Pon- tanus were apparently authors of the hoax. Socrates said that he " would never lift up his hand against his father Parmenides." The fathers of the Church have not been so respect- fully treated by literary forgers during the Renaissance. The " Flowers of Theology " of St. Bernard, which were to be a primrose path ad gaiidia Paradisi (Strasburg, 1478), were really, it seems, the production of Jean de Garlande. Athanasius, his " Eleven Books con- cerning the Trinity," are attributed to Virgilius, a colonial Bishop in Northern Africa. Among false classics were two comic Latin fragments with which Muretus beguiled Scaliger. Meursius has suffered, posthumously, from the attribution to him of a very disreputable volume indeed. In 1583, a book on " Consolations," by Cicero, was published at Venice, containing the reflec- tions with which Cicero consoled himself for the death of Tullia. It might as well have been attributed to Mrs. Blimber, and described as LITERARY FORGERIES. 89 replete with the thoughts by which that lady supported herself under the affliction of never having seen Cicero in his Tusculan villa. The real author was Charles Sigonius, of Modena. Sigonius actually did discover some Ciceronian fragments, and, if he was not the builder, at least he was the restorer of Tully's lofty theme. In 1693, Francois Nodot, conceiving the world had not already enough of Petronius Arbiter, published an edition, in which he added to the works of that lax though accomplished author, Nodot's story was that he had found a whole MS. of Petronius at Belgrade, and he published it with a translation of his own Latin into French. Still dissatisfied with the existing supply of Petronius's humour was Marchena, a writer of Spanish books, who printed at Bale a translation and edition of a new fragment. This fragment was very cleverly inserted in a presumed lacuna. In spite of the ironical style of the preface many scholars were taken in by this fragment, and their credulity led Marchena to find a new morsel (of Catullus this time) at Herculaneum. Eichstadt, a Jena professor, gravely announced that the same fragment existed in a MS. in the university library, and, under pretence of giving various readings, cor- rected Marchena's faults in prosody. Another 90 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. sham Catullus, by Corradino, a Venetian, was published in 1738. The most famous forgeries of the eighteenth century were those of Macpherson, Chatterton, and Ireland. Space (fortunately) does not permit a discussion of the Ossianic question. That fragments of Ossianic legend (if not of Ossianic poetry) survive in oral Gaelic traditions, seems certain. How much Macpherson knew of these, and how little he used them in the bombastic prose which Napoleon loved (and spelled " Ocean "), it is next to impossible to discover. The case of Chatterton is too well known to need much more than mention. The most extraordinary poet for his years who ever lived began with the forgery of a sham feudal pedigree for Mr. Bergum, a pewterer. Ireland started on his career in much the same way, unless Ireland's " Confessions " be themselves a fraud, based on what he knew about Chatter- ton. Once launched in his career, Chatterton drew endless stores of poetry from " Rowley's MS." and the muniment chest in St. Mary Redcliffe's, Jacob Bryant believed in them and wrote an " Apology " for the credulous. Bryant, who believed in his own system of mythology, might have believed in anything. When Chat- terton sent his " discoveries " to Walpole (him- LITERARY FORGERIES. 91 self somewhat of a mediaeval imitator), Gray and Mason detected the imposture, and Walpole, his feelings as an antiquary injured, took no more notice of the boy. Chatterton's death was due to his precocity. Had his genius come to him later, it would have found him wiser, and better able to command the fatal demon of intellect, for which he had to find work, like Michael Scott in the legend. The end of the eighteenth century, which had been puzzled or diverted by the Chatterton and Macpherson frauds, witnessed also the great and famous Shakespearian forgeries. We shall never know the exact truth about the fabrica- tion of the Shakespearian documents, and " Vortigern " and the other plays. We have, indeed, the confession of the culprit : habenms confitentcni reiim^ but Mr. W. H. Ireland was a liar and a solicitor's clerk, so versatile and accomplished that we cannot always trust him, even when he is narrating the tale of his own iniquities. The temporary but wide and turbu- lent success of the Ireland forgeries suggests the disagreeable reflection that criticism and learning arc (or a hundred years ago were) worth very little as literary touchstones. A polished and learned society, a society devoted to Shakespeare and to the stage, was taken in 92 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. by a boy of eighteen. Young Ireland not only palmed off his sham prose documents, most makeshift imitations of the antique, but even his ridiculous verses on the experts. James Boswell went down on his knees and thanked Heaven for the sight of them, and, feeling thirsty after these devotions, drank hot brandy and water. Dr. Parr was not less readily gulled, and probably the experts, like Malone, who held aloof, were as much influenced by jealousy as by science. The whole story of young Ireland's forgeries is not only too long to be told here, but forms the topic of a novel (" The Talk of the Town ") by Mr. James Payn. The frauds in his hands lose neither their humour nor their complicated interest of plot. To be brief, then, Mr. Samuel Ireland was a gentleman extremely fond of old literature and old books. If we may trust the "Confessions " (1805) of his candid son, Mr. W. H. Ireland, a more harmless and confiding old person than Samuel never collected early English tracts. Living in his learned society, his son, Mr. W. H. Ireland, acquired not only a passion for black letters, but a desire to emulate Chatterton. His first step in guilt was the forgery of an autograph on an old pamphlet, with which he gratified Samuel Ireland. He also wrote a sham inscription on LITERARY FORGERIES. 93 a modern bust of Cromwell, which he represented as an authentic antique. Finding that the critics were taken in, and attributed this new bust to the old sculptor Simeon, Ireland con- ceived a very low and not unjustifiable opinion of critical tact. Critics would find merit in anything which seemed old enough. Ireland's next achievement was the forgery of some legal documents concerning Shakespeare. Just as the bad man who deceived the guileless Mr. Shapira forged his " Deuteronomy " on the blank spaces of old synagogue rolls, so young Ireland used the cut-off ends of old rent rolls. He next bought up quantities of old fly-leaves of books, and on this ancient paper he indicted a sham confession of faith, which he attributed to Shakespeare. Being a strong " evangelical," young Mr. Ireland gave a very Protestant com- plexion to this edifying document. And still the critics gaped and wondered and believed. Ireland's method was to write in an ink made by blending various liquids used in the marbling of paper for bookbinding. This stuff was supplied to him by a bookbinder's apprentice. When people asked questions as to whence all the new Shakespeare manuscripts came, he said they were presented to him by a gentleman who wished to remain anonymous. Finally, the 94 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. impossibility of producing this gentleman was one of the causes of the detection of the fraud. According to himself, Ireland performed pro- digies of acuteness. Once he had forged, at random, the name of a contemporary of Shake- speare. He was confronted with a genuine signature, which, of course, was quite different. He obtained leave to consult his " anonymous gentleman," rushed home, forged the name again on the model of what had been shown to him, and returned with this signature as a new gift from his benefactor. That nameless friend had informed him (he swore) that there were two persons of the same name, and that both signatures were genuine. Ireland's impudence went the length of introducing an ancestor of his own, with the same name as himself, among the companions of Shakespeare. If " Vortigern " had succeeded (and it was actually put on the stage with all possible pomp), Ireland meant to have produced a series of pseudo-Shakespearian plays from William the Conqueror to Queen Elizabeth. When busy with "Vortigern," he was detected by a friend of his own age, who pounced on him while he was at work, as Lasus pounced on Onomacritus. The discoverer, how- ever, consented to " stand in " with Ireland, and did not divulge his secret. At last, after the LITERARY FORGERIES. 95 fiasco of " Vortigern," suspicion waxed so strong, and disagreeable inquiries for the anonymous benefactor were so numerous, that Ireland fled from his father's house. He confessed all, and, according to his own account, fell under the un- dying wrath of Samuel Ireland. Any reader of Ireland's confessions will be likely to sympathise with old Samuel as the dupe of his son. The whole story is told with a curious mixture of impudence and humour, and with great plausi- bility. Young Ireland admits that his " desire for laughter " was almost irresistible, when people — learned, pompous, sagacious people — listened attentively to the papers. One feels half inclined to forgive the rogue for the sake of his youth, his cleverness, his humour. But the " Confessions " are, not improbably, almost as apocryphal as the original documents. They were written for the sake of money, and it is impossible to say how far the same mercenary motive actuated Ireland in his forgeries. Dr. Ingleby, in his " Shakespeare Fabrications," takes a very rigid view of the conduct, not only of William, but of old Samuel Ireland. Sam, according to Dr. Ingleby, was a partner in the whole imposture, and the confession was only one element in the scheme of fraud. Old Samuel was the Fagin of a band of young 96 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. literary Dodgers. He "positively trained his whole family to trade in forgery," and as for Mr. W. H. Ireland, he was "the most ac- complished liar that ever lived," which is certainly a distinction in its way. The point of the joke is that, after the whole conspiracy exploded, people were anxious to buy examples of the forgeries. Mr. W. H. Ireland was' equal to the occasion. He actually forged his own, or (according to Dr. Ingleby) his father's forgeries, and, by thus increasing the supply, he deluged the market with sham shams, with imitations of imitations. If this accusation be correct, it is impossible not to admire the colossal impudence of Mr. W. H. Ireland. Dr. Ingleby, in the ardour of his honest indignation, pursues William into his private life, which, it appears, was far from exemplary. But literary criticism should be content with a man's works ; his domestic life is matter, as Aristotle often says, " for a separate kind of investigation." Old Ritson used to say that "every literary impostor deserved hanging as much as a common thief." W. H. Ireland's merits were never recognised by the law. How old Ritson would have punished " the old corrector," it is " better only guessing," as the wicked say, according to Clough, in regard LITERARY FORGERIES. 97 to their own possible chastisement. The diffi- culty is to ascertain who the apocryphal old corrector really was. The story of his misdeeds was recently brought back to mind by the death, at an advanced age, of the learned Shakespearian, Mr. J. Payne Collier. Mr. Collier was, to put it mildly, the Shapira of the old corrector. He brought that artist's works before the public ; but wJiy ? how de- ceived, or how influenced, it is once more " better only guessing." Mr. Collier first in- troduced to the public notice his singular copy of a folio Shakespeare (second edition), loaded with ancient manuscript emendations, in 1849. His account of this book was simple and plausible. He chanced, one day, to be in the shop of Mr. Rudd, the bookseller, in Great Newport Street, when a parcel of second-hand volumes arrived from the country. When the parcel was opened, the heart of the Bibliophile began to sing, for the packet contained two old folios, one of them an old folio Shakespeare of the second edition (1632). The volume (mark this) was " much cropped," greasy, and imper- fect. Now the student of Mr. Hamilton's " Inquiry " into the whole affair is already puzzled. In later days, Mr. Collier said that his folio had previously been in the possession H 98 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. of a Mr. Parry. On the other hand, Mr. Parry (then a very aged man) failed to recognise his folio in Mr. Collier's, for Jiis copy was " cropped," whereas the leaves of Mr. Collier's example were not mutilated. Here, then ("Inquiry," pp. 12, 61), we have two descriptions of the outward aspect of Mr. Collier's dubious treasure. In one account it is " much cropped " by the book- binder's cruel shears ; in the other, its un- mutilated condition is contrasted with that of a copy which has been " cropped." In any case, Mr. Collier hoped, he says, to complete an im- perfect folio he possessed, with leaves taken from the folio newly acquired for thirty shillings. But the volumes happened to have the same defects, and the healing process was impossible. Mr. Collier chanced to be going into the country, when in packing the folio he had bought of Rudd he saw it was covered with manuscript corrections in an old hand. These he was in- clined to attribute to one Thomas Perkins, whose name was written on the fly-leaf, and who might have been a connection of Richard Perkins, the actor {flor. 1633). The notes con- tained many various readings, and very numer- ous changes in punctuation. Some of these Mr. Collier published in his "Notes and Emendations" (1852), and in an edition of the LITERARY FORGERIES. 99 " Plays," There was much discussion, much doubt, and the folio of the old corrector (who was presumed to have marked the book in the theatre during early performances) was ex- hibited to the Society of Antiquaries. Then Mr. Collier presented the treasure to the Duke of Devonshire, who again lent it for examination to the British Museum. Mr. Hamilton published in the Times (July, 1859) the results of his examination of the old corrector. It turned out that the old corrector was a modern myth. He had first made his corrections in pencil and in a modern hand, and then he had copied them over in ink, and in a forged ancient hand. The same word sometimes recurred in both handwritings. The ink, which looked old, was really no English ink at all, not even Ireland's mixture. It seemed to be sepia, sometimes mixed with a little Indian ink. Mr. Hamilton made many other sad discoveries. He pointed out that Mr. Collier had published, from a Dulwich MS., a letter of Mrs. Alleyne's (the actor's wife), referring to Shakespeare as " Mr. Shakespeare of the Globe." Now the Dulwich MS. was mutilated and blank in the very place where this interesting refer- ence should have occurred. Such is a skeleton history of the old corrector, his works and ways. It is probable that — thanks to his assiduities — 100 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. new Shakespearian documents will in future be received with extreme scepticism; and this is all the fruit, except acres of newspaper correspon- dence, which the world has derived from Mr. Collier's greasy and imperfect but unique "cor- rected folio." The recency and (to a Shakespearian critic) the importance of these forgeries obscures the humble merits of Surtees, with his ballads of the " Slaying of Antony Featherstonhaugh," and of "Bartram's Dirge." Surtees left clever lacuncB in these songs, "collected from oral tradition," and furnished notes so learned that they took in Sir Walter Scott. There are moments when I half suspect "the Shirra him- sel " (who blamelessly forged so many extracts from " Old Plays ") of having composed " Kin- mont Willie." To compare old Scott of Satchell's account of Kinmont Willie with the ballad is to feel uncomfortable doubts. But this is a rank impiety. The last ballad forgery of much note was the set of sham Macedonian epics and popular songs (all about Alexander the Great, and other heroes) which a schoolmaster in the Rhodope imposed on M. Verkovitch. The trick was not badly done, and the imitation of " ballad slang " was excellent. The " Oera Linda " book, too, was successful enough to be translated into LITERARY FORGERIES. loi English, With this latest effort of the tenth muse, the crafty muse of Literary Forgery, we may leave a topic which could not be exhausted in a ponderous volume. We have not room even for the forged letters of Shelley, to which Mr. Browning, being taken in thereby, wrote a preface, nor for the forged letters of Mr. Ruskin, which occasionally hoax all the newspapers. Surtees apparently forged, not only ballads, but the Latin legend of the Spectre Knight which Scott wove into " Marmion." See the author's " Old Friends," appendix. 102 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. The love of books for their own sake, for their paper, print, binding, and for their associations, as distinct from the love of literature, is a stronger and more universal passion in France than elsewhere in Europe. In England pub- lishers are men of business ; in France they aspire to be artists. In England people borrow what they read from the libraries, and take what gaudy cloth-binding chance chooses to send them. In France people buy books, and bind them to their heart's desire with quaint and dainty devices on the morocco covers. Books are lifelong friends in that country ; in England they are the guests of a week or of a fortnight. The greatest French writers have been collectors of curious editions ; they have devoted whole treatises to the love of books. The literature and history of France are full of anecdotes of the good and bad fortunes of bibliophiles, of BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 103 their bargains, discoveries, disappointments. There lies before us at this moment a small library of books about books, — the " Bibliophile Fran^ais," in seven large volumes, " Les Sonnets d'un Bibliophile," "La Bibliomanie en 1878," " La Bibliotheque d'un Bibliophile" (1885) and a dozen other works of Janin, Nodier, Beraldi, Pieters, Didot, great collectors who have written for the instruction of beginners and the pleasure of every one who takes delight in printed paper. The passion for books, like other forms of desire, has its changes of fashion. It is not always easy to justify the caprices of taste. The presence or absence of half an inch of paper in the " uncut " margin of a book makes a difference of value that ranges from five shillings to a hundred pounds. Some books are run after because they are beautifully bound ; some are competed for with equal eagerness because they never have been bound at all. The uninitiated often make absurd mistakes about these distinctions. Some time ago the Daily Telegraph reproached a collector because his books were " uncut," whence, argued the journa- list, it was clear that he had never read them. " Uncut," of course, only means that the margins have not been curtailed by the binder's plough. It is a point of sentiment to like books just as • 104 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. they left the hands of the old printers, — of Estienne, Aldus, or Louis Elzevir. It is because the passion for books is a sentimental passion that people who have not felt it always fail to understand it, Sentiment is not an easy thing to explain. Englishmen especially find it impossible to understand tastes and emotions that are not their own, — the wrongs of Ireland, (till quite recently) the aspira- tions of Eastern Roumelia, the demands of Greece. If we are to understand the book- hunter, we must never forget that to him books are, in the first place, relics. He likes to think that the great writers whom he admires handled just such pages and saw such an arrangement of type as he now beholds. Moliere, for example, corrected the proofs for this edition of the " Fr^cieuses Ridicules," when he first discovered " what a labour it is to publish a book, and how green {neiif) an author is the first time they print him." Or it may be that Campanella turned over, with hands unstrung, and still broken by the torture, these leaves that contain his passionate sonnets. Here again is the copy of Theocritus from which some pretty page may have read aloud to charm the pagan and pontifical leisure of Leo X. This Gargantua is the counterpart of that which the martyred BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 105 Dolet printed for (or pirated from, alas !) Maitre Frangois Rabelais. This woeful ballade^ with the woodcut of three thieves hanging from one gallows, came near being the " Last Dying Speech and Confession of Frangois Villon." This shabby copy of " The Eve of St. Agnes " is precisely like that which Shelley doubled up and thrust into his pocket when the prow of the piratical felucca crashed into the timbers of the Don Juan. Some rare books have these associa- tions, and they bring you nearer to the authors than do the modern reprints. Bibliophiles will tell you that it is the early readings they care for, — the author's first fancies, and those more hurried expressions which he afterwards cor- rected. These readings have their literary value, especially in the masterpieces of the great ; but the sentiment after all is the main thing. Other books come to be relics in another way. They are the copies which belonged to illustrious people, — to the famous collectors who make a kind of catena (a golden chain of bibliophiles) through the centuries since printing was in- vented. There are Grolier (1479-1565), — not a bookbinder, as an English newspaper supposed (probably when Mr. Sala was on his travels), — De Thou (i 553-1617), the great Colbert, the Due de la Vallit:re (i 708-1 780), Charles Nodier, I06 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. a man of yesterday, M. Didot, and the rest, too numerous to name. Again, there arc the books of kings, like Francis I., Henri III., and Louis XIV. These princes had their favourite devices. Nicolas Eve, Padeloup, Deromc, and other artists arrayed their books in morocco, — tooled with skulls, cross-bones, and crucifixions for the voluptuous pietist Henri III,, with the salamander for Francis I., and powdered with fleurs de lys for the monarch who " was the State." There are relics also of noble beauties. The volumes of Marguerite d'Angouleme are covered with golden daisies. The cipher of Marie Antoinette adorns too many books that Madame du Barry might have welcomed to her hastily improvised library. The three daughters of Louis XV. had their favourite colours of morocco, citron, red, and olive, and their books are valued as much as if they bore the bees of De Thou, or the interwined Cs of the illustrious and ridiculous Abbe Cotin, the Trissotin of the comedy. Surely in all these things there is a human interest, and our fingers are faintly thrilled, as we touch these books, with the far- off contact of the hands of kings and cardinals, scholars and coquettes, pedants, poets, and /;r- cieuses, the people who are unforgottcn in the mob that inhabited dead centuries. BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 107 So universal and ardent has the love of magnificent books been in France, that it would be possible to write a kind of bibliomaniac history of that country. All her rulers, kings, cardinals, and ladies have had time to spare for collecting. Without going too far back, to the time when Bertha span and Charlemagne was an amateur, we may give a few specimens of an anecdotical history of French bibliolatry, be- ginning, as is courteous, with a lady. " Can a woman be a bibliophile ? " is a question which was once discussed at the weekly breakfast party of Guilbert de Pixerecourt, the famous book- lover and playwright, the " Corneille of the Boulevards." The controversy glided into a dis- cussion as to " how many books a man can love at a time ; " but historical examples prove that French women (and Italian, witness the Princess d'Este) may be bibliophiles of the true strain. Diane de Poictiers was their illustrious patroness. The mistress of Henri II. possessed, in the Chateau d'Anet, a library of the first triumphs of typography. Her taste was wide in range, including songs, plays, romances, divinity ; her copies of the Fathers were bound in citron morocco, stamped with her arms and devices, and closed with clasps of silver. In the love of books, as in everj^thing else, Diane and Henri II. lo8 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. were inseparable. The interlaced H and D arc scattered over the covers of their volumes ; the lily of France is twined round the crescents of Diane, or round the quiver, the arrows, and the bow which she adopted as her cognisance, in honour of the maiden goddess. The books of Henri and of Diane remained in the Chateau d'Anet till the death of the Princesse de Conde in 1723, when they were dispersed. The son of the famous Madame de Guyon bought the greater part of the library, which has since been scattered again and again. M. Leopold Double, a well-known bibliophile, possessed several examples.-^ Henri HI. scarcely deserves, perhaps, the name of a book-lover, for he probably never read the works which were bound for him in the most elaborate way. But that great historian, Alexandre Dumas, takes a far more friendly view of the king's studies, and, in " La Dame de Monsoreau," introduces us to a learned monarch. Whether he cared for the contents of his books or not, his books are among the most singular relics of a character which excites even morbid curiosity. No more debauched and worthless wretch ever filled a throne ; but, like the bad man in Aristotle, Henri HI. was " full of repent- ' See Essay on "Lady Book-Lovers." BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 109 ance." When he was not danchig in an un- seemly revel, he was on his knees in his chapel. The board of one of his books, of which an engraving lies before me, bears his cipher and crown in the corners ; but the centre is occupied in front with a picture of the Annunciation, while on the back is the crucifixion and the bleeding heart through which the swords have pierced. His favourite device was the death's- head, with the motto Memento Mori, or Spes tnea Dens. While he was still only Due d'Anjou, Henri loved Marie de Cleves, Princesse de Conde. On her sudden death he expressed his grief, as he had done his piety, by aid of the petits fers of the bookbinder. Marie's initials were stamped on his book-covers in a chaplet of laurels. In one corner a skull and cross- bones were figured ; in the other the motto Mort in' est vie; while two curly objects, which did duty for tears, filled up the lower corners. The books of Henri IH., even when they are abso- lutely worthless as literature, sell for high prices ; and an inane treatise on theology, decorated with his sacred emblems, lately brought about iJ"i20 in a London sale. Francis L, as a patron of all the arts, was naturally an amateur of bindings. The fates of books were curiously illustrated by the story of no BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. the copy of Homer, on large paper, which Aldus, the great Venetian printer, presented to Francis I. After the death of the late Marquis of Hastings, better known as an owner of horses than of books, his possessions were brought to the hammer. With the instinct, ihe. flair, as the French say, of the bibliophile, M. Ambroise Firmin Didot, the biographer of Aldus, guessed that the marquis might have owned something in his line. He sent his agent over to England, to the country town where the sale was to be held. M. Didot had his reward. Among the books which were dragged out of some mouldy store-room was the very Aldine Homer of Francis I., with part of the original binding still clinging to the leaves. M. Didot purchased the precious relic, and sent it to what M. Fertiault (who has written a century of sonnets on biblio- mania) calls the hospital for books. Le dos humide, je I'eponge ; Ou manque un coin, vite une allonge. Pour tous j'ai maison de sante. M. Didot, of course, did not practise this amateur surgery himself, but had the arms and devices of Francis I. restored by one of those famous binders who only work for dukes, millionaires, and Rothschilds. During the religious wars and the troubles of BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. iir the Fronde, it is probable that few people gave much time to the collection of books. The illustrious exceptions are Richelieu and Cardinal Mazarin, who possessed a " snuffy Davy" of his own, an indefatigable'prowler among book-stalls and dingy purlieus, in Gabriel Naude. In 1664, Naude, who was a learned and ingenious writer, the apologist for "great men suspected of magic," published the second edition of his "Avis pour dresser une Bibliotheque," and proved himself to be a true lover of the chase, a mighty hunter (of books) before the Lord. Naude's advice to the collector is rather amusing. He pretends not to care much for bindings, and quotes Seneca's rebuke of the Roman biblio- maniacs, Qiios voltiniimim suorum f routes inaxime placent tifnlique, — who chiefly care for the backs and lettering of their volumes. The fact is that Naude had the wealth of Mazarin at his back, and we know very well, from the remains of the Cardinal's library which exist, that he liked as well as any manto see his cardinal's hat glittering on red or olive morocco in the midst of the beautiful tooling of the early seventeenth cen- tury. When once he got a book, he would not spare to give it a worthy jacket. Naude's ideas about buying were peculiar. Perhaps he sailed rather nearer the wind than even Monkbarns H2 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. would have cared to do. His favourite plan was to buy up whole libraries in the gross, " specula- tive lots" as the dealers call them. In the second place, he advised the book-lover to haunt the retreats of Libraires fripiers, et les vieux fonds et inagasins. Here he truly observes that you may find rare books, brocli^s, — that is, un- bound and uncut, — just as Mr. Symonds bought two uncut copies of " Laon and Cythna " in a Bristol stall for a crown. " You may get things for four or five crowns that would cost you forty or fifty elsewhere," says Naude, Thus a few years ago M. Paul Lacroix bought for two francs, in a Paris shop, the very copy of " Tar- tuffe " which had belonged to Louis XIV. The example may now be worth perhaps ;^2oo. But we are digressing into the pleasures of the modern sportsman. It was not only in second-hand bookshops that Naude hunted, but among the dealers in waste paper. " Thus did Poggio find Ouintilian on the counter of a wood-merchant, and Masson picked up * Agobardus ' at the shop of a binder, who was going to use the MS. to patch his books withal." Rossi, who may have seen Naude at work, tells us how he would enter a shop with a yard-measure in his hand, buying books, we are sorry to say, by the ell. " The BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 113 stalls where he had passed were like the towns through which Attila or the Tartars had swept, with ruin in their train, — tit non Jiominis tinins sediilitas, sed calamitas quaedam per omnes biblio- polanim tahernas pervasisse videatur I " Naude had sorrows of his own. In 1652 the Parliament decreed the confiscation of the splendid library of Mazarin, which was perhaps the first free library in Europe, — the first that was open to all who were worthy of right of entrance. There is a painful description of the sale, from which the book-lover will avert his eyes. On Mazarin's return to power he managed to collect again and enrich his stores, which form the germ of the existing BibliotJibque Mazarin. Among princes and popes it is pleasant to m.eet one man of letters, and he the greatest of the great age, who was a bibliophile. The enemies and rivals of Moliere — De Vise, De Villiers, and the rest — are always reproaching him with his love of boiiquins. There is some difference of opinion among philologists about the derivation of bouqui?i, but all book-hunters know the meaning of the word. The boiiquin is the " small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold," which lies among the wares of the stall- keeper, patient in rain and dust, till the hunter comes who can appreciate the quarry. We like I 114 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN, to think of Moli^re lounging through the narrow streets in the evening, returning, perhaps, from some noble house where he has been reading the proscribed "Tartu fife," or giving an imitation of the rival actors at the Hotel Bourgogne. Absent as the contcmplateiir is, a dingy book- stall wakens him from his reverie. His lace ruffles are soiled in a moment with the learned dust of ancient volumes. Perhaps he picks up the only work out of all his library that is known to exist, — tm ravissant petit Elzevir, " De Imperio Magni Mogolis " (Lugd. Bat. 1651). On the title-page of this tiny volume, one of the minute series of " Republics " which the Elzevirs pub- lished, the poet has written his rare signature, " J. B. P. Moliere," with the price the book cost him, " I livre, 10 sols." " II n'est pas de bouquin qui s'echappe de ses mains," says the author of " La Guerre Comique," the last of the pamphlets which flew about during the great literary quarrel about " L'Ecole des Femmes." Thanks to M. Soulie the catalogue of Moliere's library has been found, though the books themselves have passed out of view. There are about three hundred and fifty volumes in the inventory, but Moliere's widow may have omitted as valueless (it is the foible of her sex) many rusty boiiqui?is, now worth far more than their weight in gold. BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 115 MoHere owned no fewer than two hundred and forty volumes of French and Italian comedies. From these he took what suited him wherever he found it. He had plenty of classics, histories, philosophic treatises, the essays of Montaigne, a Plutarch, and a Bible, We know nothing, to the regret of bibliophiles, of Moli^rc's taste in bindings. Did he have a comic mask stamped on the leather (that device was chased on his plate), or did he display his cognizance and arms, the two apes that support a shield charged with three mirrors of Truth ? It is certain — La Bruyere tells us as much — that the sillier sort of book-lover in the seventeenth century Avas much the same sort of person as his successor in our own time. " A man tells me he has a library," says La Bruyere {De la Mode) ; " I ask permission to see it. I go to visit my friend, and he receives me in a house where, even on the stairs, the smell of the black morocco with which his books are covered is so strong that I nearly faint. He does his best to revive me ; shouts in my ear that the volumes ' have gilt edges,' that they are ' elegantly tooled,' that they are ' of the good edition,' . . . and informs me that * he never reads,' that ' he never sets foot in this part of his house,' that he 'will come to oblige mc ! ' I thank him for all his kindness, Il6 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. and have no more desire than himself to see the tanner's shop that he calls his library." Colbert, the great minister of Louis XIV., was a bibliophile at whom perhaps La Bruy^re would have sneered. He was a collector who did not read, but who amassed beautiful books, and looked forward, as business men do, to the day when he should have time to study them. After Grolier, De Thou, and Mazarin, Colbert pos- sessed probably the richest private library in Europe. The ambassadors of France were charged to procure him rare books and manu- scripts, and it is said that in a commercial treaty with the Porte he inserted a clause demanding a certain quantity of Levant morocco for the use of the royal bookbinders. England, in those days, had no literature with which France deigned to be acquainted. Even into England, however, valuable books had been imported ; and we find Colbert pressing the French ambas- sador at St. James's to bid for him at a certain sale of rare heretical writings. People who wanted to gain his favour approached him with presents of books, and the city of Metz gave him two real curiosities — the famous " Metz Bible " and the Missal of Charles the Bald. The Elzevirs sent him their best examples, and though Colbert probably saw more of the gilt VENETIIS, ALDUS, 1559. AC-SIMIT.I! OF' KINDING l-UOM IIIE I.lliRAKY (IF CROMER. BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 'x\^ covers of his books than of their contents, at least he preserved and handed down many valuable works. As much may be said for the reprobate Cardinal Dubois, who, with all his faults, was a collector. Bossuet, on the other hand, left little or nothing of interest except a copy of the 1682 edition of Moliere, whom he detested and condemned to " the punishment of those who laugh." Even this book, which has a curious interest, has slipped out of sight, and may have ceased to exist. If Colbert and Dubois preserved books from destruction, there are collectors enough who have been rescued from oblivion by books. The diplomacy of D'Hoym is forgotten ; the plays of Longepierre, and his quarrels with J. B. Rousseau, are known only to the literary his- torian. These great amateurs have secured an eternity of gilt edges, an immortality of morocco. Absurd prices are given for any trash that belonged to them, and the writer of this notice has bought for four shillings an Elzevir classic, which when it bears the golden fleece of Longe- pierre is worth about ;^ioo. Longepierre, D'Hoym, McCarthy, and the Due de la Valliere, with all their treasures, are less interesting to us than Graille, Coche and Loque, the neglected daughters of Louis XV. They found some pale Ii8 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. consolation in their little cabinets of books, in their various liveries of olive, citron, and red morocco. A lady amateur of high (book-collecting) reputation, the Comtesse de Verruc, was repre- sented in the Beckford sale by one of three copies of "L'Histoire de Mclusine," of Melusinc, the twy-formed fairy, and ancestress of the house of Lusignan. The Comtesse de Verrue, one of the few women Avho have really understood book-collecting,^ was born January i8, 1670, and died November 18, 1736. She was the daughter of Charles de Luynes and of his second wife, Anne de Rohan. When only thirteen she married the Comte de Verrue, who somewhat injudiciously presented her, ayf^/zr de qiiinr^e ans, as Ronsard says, at the court of Victor Amadeus of Savoy. It is thought that the countess was less cruel than the Jleur Aiigevine of Ronsard. For some reason the young matron fled from the court of Turin and returned to Paris, where she built a magnificent hotel, and received the most distinguished company. According to her biographer, the countess loved science and art jusqu'mi de'lire, and she collected the furniture of the period, without neglecting the blue china of the glowing Orient. In ebony bookcases ' See Essay on "Lady Book-Lovers." BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 119 she possessed about eighteen thousand volumes, bound by the greatest artists of the day. "Without care for the present, without fear of the future, doing good, pursuing the beautiful, protecting the arts, with a tender heart and open hand, the countess passed through life, calm, happy, beloved, and admired." She left an epitaph on herself, thus rudely translated : — Here lies, in sleep secure, A dame inclined to mirth, Who, by way of making sure, Chose her Paradise on earth. During the Revolution, to like well-bound books was as much as to proclaim one an aristocrat. Condorcet might have escaped the scaffold if he had only thrown away the neat little Horace from the royal press, which betrayed him for no true Republican, but an educated man. The great libraries from the chateaux of the nobles were scattered among all the book-stalls. True sons of freedom tore off the bindings, with their gilded crests and scutcheons. One revolutionary writer declared, and perhaps he was not far wrong, that the art of binding was the worst enemy of reading. He always began his studies by breaking the backs of the volumes he was about to attack. The art of bookbinding in these sad years took 120 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. flight to England, and was kept alive by artists robust rather than refined, like Thompson and Roger Payne. These were evil days, when the binder had to cut the aristocratic coat of arms out of a book cover, and glue in a gilt cap of liberty, as in a volume in an Oxford amateur's collection. When Napoleon became Emperor, he strove in vain to make the troubled and feverish years of his power produce a literature. He himself was one of the most voracious readers of novels that ever lived. He was always asking for the newest of the new, and, unfortunately, even the new romances of his period were hopelessly bad. Barbier, his librarian, had orders to send parcels of fresh fiction to his majesty wherever he might happen to be, and great loads of novels followed Napoleon to Germany, Spain, Italy, Russia. The conqueror was very hard to please. He read in his travelling carriage, and, after skimming a few pages, would throw a volume that bored him out of the window into the highway. He might have been tracked by his trail of romances, as was Hop-o'-my-Thumb, in the fairy tale, by the white stones he dropped behind him. Poor Barbier, who ministered to a passion for novels that demanded twenty volumes a day, was at his wit's end. He tried BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 121 to foist Oil the Emperor the romances of the year before last ; but these Napoleon had generally read, and he refused, with imperial scorn, to look at them again. He ordered a travelling library of three thousand volumes to be made for him, but it was proved that the task could not be accomplished in less than six years. The expense, if only fifty copies of each example had been printed, would have amounted to more than six million francs. A Roman emperor would not have allowed these con- siderations to stand in his way ; but Napoleon, after all, was a modern. He contented himself with a selection of books conveniently small in shape, and packed in sumptuous cases. The classical writers of France could never content Napoleon, and even from Moscow, in 18 12, he wrote to Barbier clamorous for new books, and good ones. Long before they could have reached Moscow, Napoleon was flying home- ward before Kotousofif and Bennigsen. Napoleon was the last of the book-lovers who governed France. The Due d'Aumale, a famous bibliophile, has never " come to his own," and of M. Gambetta it is only known that his devotional library, at least, has found its way into the market. We have reached the era of private book-fanciers : of Nodier who had three libraries 122 BOO/CS AND BOOKMEN. in his time, but never a Virgil ; and of Pixcrc- court, the dramatist, who founded the Societe des Bibh'ophiles Frangais. The Romantic move- ment in French literature brought in some new fashions in book-hunting. The original editions of Ronsard, Des Fortes, Belleau, and Du Bellay became invaluable ; while the writings of Gautier, Petrus Borel, and others excited the passion of collectors. Pixerecourt was a be- liever in the works of the Elzevirs. On one occasion, when he was outbid by a friend at an auction, he cried passionately, " I shall have that book at your sale ! " and, the other poor bibliophile soon falling into a decline and dying, Pixerecourt got the volume which he so much desired. The superstitious might have been excused for crediting him with the gift oijttta- Uira, — of the evil eye. On Pixerecourt himself the evil eye fell at last ; his theatre, the Gaiete, was burned down in 1835, and his creditors intended to impound his beloved books. The bibliophile hastily packed them in boxes, and conveyed them in two cabs, and under cover of night, to the house of M. Paul Lacroix. There they languished in exile till the affairs of the manager were settled. Pixerecourt and Nodier, the most reckless of men, were the leaders of the older school of BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 123 bibliomaniacs. The former was not a rich man ; the second was poor, but he never hesitated in face of a price that he could not afford. He would literally ruin himself in the accumulation of a library, and then would recover his fortunes by selling his books. Nodier passed through life without a Virgil, because he never succeeded in finding the ideal Virgil of his dreams, — a clean, uncut copy of the right Elzevir edition, with the misprint, and the two passages in red letters. Perhaps this failure was a judgment on him for the trick by which he beguiled a certain collector of Bibles. He invented d.w edition, and put the collector on the scent, which he followed vainly, till he died of the sickness of hope de- ferred. One has more sympathy with the eccentrici- ties of Nodier than with the mere extravagance of the new Jiaiite ecole of bibliomaniacs, the school of millionaires, royal dukes, and Roths- childs. These amateurs are reckless of prices, and by their competition have made it almost impossible for a poor man to buy a precious book. The dukes, the Americans, the public libraries, snap them all up in the auctions. A glance at M. Gustave Brunet's little volume, **La Bibliomanie en 1878," will prove the ex- cesses which these people commit. The funeral 124 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. oration of Bossuct over Hcnrictte Marie of France (1669), and Henrictte Anne of England (1670), quarto, in the original binding, are sold for iJ"200. It is true that this copy had possibly belonged to Bossuet himself, and certainly to his nephew. There is an example, as we have seen, of the 1682 edition of Molicre, — of Moli^re whom Bossuet detested, — which also belonged to the eagle of Meaux. The manuscript notes of the divine on the work of the poor player must be edifying, and in the interests of science it is to be hoped that this book may soon come into the market. While pamphlets of Bossuet are sold so dear, the first edition of Homer — the beautiful edition of 1488, which the three young Florentine gentlemen published — may be had for ;^ioo. Yet even that seems expensive, when we remember that the copy in the library of George III. cost only seven shillings. This exquisite Homer, sacred to the memory of learned friendships, the chief offering of early printing at the altar of ancient poetry, is really one of the most interesting books in the world. Yet this Homer is less valued than the tiny octavo which contains the ballades and huitains of the scamp Francois Villon (1533). " The History of the Holy Grail " {LHystoire dii Sainct Grt^aal : Paris, 1523), in a binding BIBLIOMANIA IN FRANCE. 125 stamped with the four crowns of Louis XIV., is valued at about ^^500. A chivalric romance of the old days, which was treasured even in the time of the grand monarque, when old French literature was so much despised, is certainly a curiosity. The Rabelais of Madame de Pompadour (in morocco) seems comparatively cheap at £60. There is something piquant in the idea of inheriting from that famous beauty the work of the colossal genius of Rabelais.^ The natural sympathy of collectors "to middle fortune born " is not with the rich men whose sport in book-hunting resembles the ^«////^. \Vc side with the poor hunters of the wild game, who hang over the fourpenny stalls on the qiiais, and dive into the dusty boxes after literary pearls. These devoted men rise betimes, and hurry to the stalls before the common tide of passengers goes by. Early morning is the best moment in this, as in other sports. At half-past seven, in summer, the botiquijiiste, the dealer in cheap volumes at second-hand, arrays the books which he purchased over night, the stray posses- sions of ruined families, the outcasts of libraries. The old-fashioned bookseller knew little of the * For a specimen of Madame Pompadour's binding see over- leaf. She had another Rabelais in calf, lately to be seen in a shop in Pall Mall. 126 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. value of his wares ; it was his object to turn a small certain profit on his expenditure. It is reckoned that an energetic, business-like old bookseller will turn over 150,000 volumes in a year. In this vast number there must be pick- ings for the humble collector who cannot afford to encounter the children of Israel at Sotheby's or at the Hotel Drouot. Let the enthusiast, in conclusion, throw a handful of lilies on the grave of the martyr of the love of books, — the poet Albert Glatigny. Poor Glatigny was the son of a garde chanipetre ; his education was accidental, and his poetic taste and skill extraordinarily fine and delicate. In his life of starvation (he had often to sleep in omnibuses and railway stations), he frequently spent the price of a dinner on a new book. He lived to read and to dream, and if he bought books he had not the wherewithal to live. Still, he bought them, — and he died ! His own poems were beautifully printed by Lemerre, and it may be a joy to him, if he knows it, that they are now so highly valued that the price of a copy would have kept the author alive and happy for a month. ( 127 ) OLD FRENCH TITLE-PAGES. Nothing can be plainer, as a rule, than a modern English title-page. Its only beauty (if beauty it possesses) consists in the arrangement and " massing " of lines of type in various sizes. We have returned almost to the primitive sim- plicity of the oldest printed books, which had no title-pages, properly speaking, at all, or merely gave, with extreme brevity, the name of the work, without printer's mark, or date, or place. These were reserved for the colophon, if it was thought desirable to mention them at all. Thus, in the black-letter example of Guido de Columna's " History of Troy," written about 1283, and printed at Strasburg in 1489, the title- page is blank, except for the words, l^nstoria ^roinna (ffiuiUonis, standing alone at the top of the leaf. The colophon contains all the rest of the information, 128 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. " happily completed in the City of Strasburg, in the year of Grace Mcccclxxxix, about the Feast of St. Urban." The printer and publisher give no name at all. This early simplicity is succeeded, in French books, from, say, 1510, and afterwards, by the insertion either of the printer's trade mark, or, in black-letter books, of a rough woodcut, illustra- tive of the nature of the volume. The woodcuts have occasionally a rude kind of grace, with a touch of the classical taste of the early Renais- sance surviving in extreme decay. An excellent example is the title-page of " Les Demandes d'amours, avec les responses joyeuses," published by Jacques Moderne, at Lyon, 1540. There is a certain Pagan breadth and joyousness in the figure of Amor, and the man in the hood re- sembles traditional portraits of Dante. There is more humour, and a good deal of skill, in the title-page of a book on late marriages and their discomforts, " Les dictz et complainctes de trop Tard marie " (Jacques Moderne, Lyon, 1 540), where we see the elderly and comfortable couple sitting gravely under their own fig-tree. Jacques Moderne was a printer curious in these quaint devices, and used them in most of his books : for example, in " How Satan and the God Bacchus accuse the Publicans that spoil €0 tcmandes ctmtours auec lea nfpoks toy ewfea Remade refponfc* K BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. the wine," Bacchus and Satan (exactly like each other, as Sir Wilfrid Lawson will not be sur- prised to hear) are encouraging dishonest tavern- X^Uin^Xi^ be (top Car5 marie* keepers to stew in their own juice in a caldron over a huge fire. From the same popular pub- lisher came a little tract on various modes of sport, if the name of sport can be applied to the OLD FRENCH TITLE-PAGES. 131 netting of fish and birds. The work is styled "Livret nouveau auquel sent contenuz xxv receptes de prendre poissons et oiseaulx avec les mains." A countryman clad in a goat's skin with the head and horns drawn over his head as a hood, is dragging ashore a net full of fishes. There is no more characteristic frontispiece of this black-letter sort than the woodcut repre- senting a gallows with three men hanging on it, which illustrates Villon's " Ballade des Pendus," and is reproduced in Mr. John Payne's " Poems of Master Francis Villon of Paris " (London, 1878).! Earlier in date than these vignettes of Jacques Moderne, but much more artistic and refined in design, are some frontispieces of small octavos printed ^;^ lettres rondes, about 1530. In these rubricated letters are used with brilliant effect. One of the best is the title-page of Galliot du Pr^'s edition of " Le Rommant de la Rose ") Paris, 1529).^ Galliot du Pre's artist, however, surpassed even the charming device of the Lover plucking the Rose, in his title-page, of the same date, for the small octavo edition of Alain Chartier's poems, which we reproduce here. ' Mr. Payne does not give the date of the edition from which he copies the cut. Apparently it is of the fifteenth century. - Reproduced in The Library, p. 94. 132 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. The arrangement of letters, and the use of red, make a charming frame, as it were, to the i^^LES OEVVRES^ feu maift^rc Alafn charticr en Ton viuant Scaetairc du feu roy Char* Ves fepcicrinc dunon. Nouuellc* mcntfmprimees leucuesfl^ coui'^^t s ouiir e les p re ccdctes fmprefTions . >i>On les vend a Paris en b grant failed u palaisaupremierpilTieTen laboutticquedeG alitor du pre Li^ brairc turedeLimiuerrirc drawing of the medieval ship, with the motto VOGUE LA GALEE. Title-pages like these, with designs appro- PASTISSIER FRANCOIS. OH e(l eMelgne b maniere de fajce couce (orte de PaftiCTe- rie, cres-utile a route force de perfonncs. lemojen ddprejier touted fortet ctaufs "Ur les jours iff/ti^res &aiirrcSf enplui de foixantef aeons. ■ Cliez Louys 8d Daniel. Elzevfer* A M DCJLV- 1.14 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. priate to the character of the text, were super- seded presently by the fashion of badges, devices, and mottoes. As courtiers and ladies had their private badges, not hereditary, like crests, but personal — the crescent of Diane, the salamander of Francis I., the skulls and crossbones of Henri III., the marguerites of Marguerite, with mottoes like the Le Banny de Hesse, Le traverseur des voies perillenses, To7it par Soulas, and the like, so printers and authors had their emblems, and their private literary slogans. These they changed, according to fancy, or the vicissitudes of their lives. Clement Marot's motto was La Mart Icy Mord. It is indicated by the letters L. M. N. M. in the curious title of an edition of Marot's works published at Lyons by Jean de Tournes in 1579. The portrait represents the poet when the tide of years had borne him far from his youth, far from L Adolescence Clemen- tine. The unfortunate Etienne Dolet, perhaps the only publisher who was ever burned, used an ominous device, a trunk of a tree, with the axe struck into it. In publishing " Les Marguerites de la Marguerite des Princesses, tres illustre Royne de Navarre," Jean de Tournes employed a pretty allegorical fancy. Love, with the bandage thrust back from his eyes, and with Pajstissier A AmTteniaiTU Chez Lcir/sietJ)ant£l Elzevter *^.j6^^. 136 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. the bow and arrows in his hand, has flown up to the sun, which he seems to touch ; like Pro- metheus in the myth when he stole the fire, a shower of flowers and flames falls around him. Groueleau, of Paris, had for motto Nul 7ie s'y frotte, with the thistle for badge. These are beautifully combined in the title-page of his version of Apuleius, " L'Amour de Cupido et de Psyche" (Paris, 1557). There is probably no better date for frontispieces, both for ingenuity of device and for elegance of arrangement of title, than the years between 1530 and 1560. By 1562, when the first edition of the famous Fifth Book of Rabelais was published, the printers appear to have thought devices wasted on popular books, and the title of the Master's posthumous chapters is printed quite simply. In 1532-35 there was a more adventurous taste — witness the title of " Gargantua." This beautiful title decorates the first known edition, with a date of the First Book of Rabelais. It was sold, most ^.■\^'i^xoi^x\2A.t\Y,,devant nostre Dame de Confovt. Why should so glorious a relic of the Master have been carried out of England, at the Sunderland sale ? All the early titles of Francois Juste's Lyons editions of Rabelais are on this model. By 1542 he dropped the frame- work of architectural design. By 1565 Richard GARGANTVA, 138 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Breton, in Paris, was printing Rabelais with a frontispiece of a classical dame holding a heart to the sun, a figure which is almost in the taste of Stothard, or Flaxman. The taste for vignettes, engraved on copper, not on wood, was revived under the Elzevirs. Their pretty little frontispieces are not so well known but that we offer examples. In the essay on the Elzevirs in this volume will be found a copy of the vignette of the " Imitatio Christi," and of " Le Pastissier Francois " a reproduction is given here (pp. 133, 135). The artists they employed had plenty of fancy, not backed by very profound skill in design. In the same genre as the big-wigged classicism of the Elzevir vignettes, in an age when Louis XIV. and Moliere (in tragedy) wore laurel wreaths over vast perruques, are the early frontispieces of Moli^re's own collected works. Probably the most interesting of all French title-pages are those drawn by Chauveau for the two volumes " Les Oeuvres de M. de Moliere," published in 1666 by Guillaume de Luynes. The first shows Moliere in two characters, as Mascarille, and as Sganarelle, in " Le Cocu Imaginaire." Contrast the full-blown jollity of the fourhum imperator, in his hat, and feather, and wig, and vast canons, and tremendous shoe- I40 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. tie, with the lean melancholy of jealous Sgana- relle. These are two notable aspects of the genius of the great comedian. The apes below are the supporters of his scutcheon. The second volume shows the Muse of Comedy crowning Mile, de Moliere (Armande Bejart) in the dress of Agnes, while her husband is in the costume, apparently, of Tartuffe, or of Sganarelle in " L'Ecole des Femmes." " Tartuffe " had not yet been licensed for a public stage. The interest of the portraits and costumes makes these frontispieces precious, they are historical documents rather than mere curiosities. These title-pages of Moliere are the high- water mark of French taste in this branch of decoration. In the old quarto first editions of Corneille's early plays, such as " Le Cid " (Paris, 1637), the printers used lax and sprawling com- binations of flowers and fruit. These, a little better executed, were the staple of Ribou, de Luynes, Quinet, and the other Parisian book- sellers who, one after another, failed to satisfy Moliere as publishers. The basket of fruits on the title-page of " Iphig^nie," par M. Racine (Barbin, Paris, 1675), is almost, but not quite, identical with the similar ornament of De Visa's " La Cocue Imaginaire " (Ribou, Paris, OLD FRENCH TITLE-PAGES. 141 1662). Many of Moliere's plays appearing first, separately, in small octavo, were adorned with frontispieces, illustrative of some scene in the comedy. Thus, in the "Misanthrope" (Ribou, 1667) we see Alceste, green ribbons and all, discoursing with Philinte, or perhaps listening to the famous sonnet of Oronte ; it is not easy to be quite certain, but the expression of Alceste's face looks rather as if he were being baited with a sonnet. From the close of the seventeenth century onwards, the taste for frontispieces declined, except when Moreau or Gravelot drew vignettes on copper, with abun- dance of cupids and nymphs. These were designed for very luxurious and expensive books ; for others, men contented themselves with a bald simplicity, which has prevailed till our own time. In recent years the employment of publishers' devices has been less unusual and more agreeable. Thus Poulet Malassis had his amies parlantcs, a chicken very uncomfortably perched on a rail. In England we have the cipher and bees of Messrs. Macmillan, the Trees of Life and Knowledge of Messrs. Kegan Paul and Trench, the Ship, which was the sign of Messrs. Longman's early place of business, and doubtless other symbols, all capable of being quaintly treated in a title-page. 142 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. Thomas Blinton was a book-hunter. He had always been a book-hunter, ever since, at an extremely early age, he had awakened to the errors of his ways as a collector of stamps and monograms. In book-hunting he saw no harm ; nay, he would contrast its joys, in a rather pharisaical style, with the pleasures of shooting and fishing. He constantly declined to believe that the devil came for that renowned amateur of black letter, G. Steevens. Dibdin himself, who tells the story (with obvious anxiety and alarm), pretends to refuse credit to the ghastly narrative. " His language," says Dibdin, in his account of the book-hunter's end, " was, too frequently, the language of impreca- tion." This is rather good, as if Dibdin thought a gentleman might swear pretty often, but not " ioo frequently." *' Although I am not disposed to admit," Dibdin goes on, " the w/io/e of the A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. 143 testimony of the good woman who watched by Steevens's bedside, although my prejudices (as they may be called) will not allow me to believe that the windows shook, and that strange noises and deep groans were heard at midnight in his room, yet no creature of common sense (and this woman possessed the quality in an eminent degree) could mistake oaths for prayers ; " and so forth. In short, Dibdin clearly holds that the windows did shake " without a blast," like the banners in Branxholme Hall when some- body came for the Goblin Page. But Thomas Blinton would hear of none of these things. He said that his taste made him take exercise ; that he walked from the City to West Kensington every day, to beat the covers of the book-stalls, while other men travelled in the expensive cab or the unwholesome Metro- politan Railway. We are all apt to hold favourable views of our own amusements, and, for my own part, I believe that trout and salmon are incapable of feeling pain. But the flimsi- ness of Blinton's theories must be apparent to every unbiassed moralist. His " harmless taste " really involved most of the deadly sins, or at all events a fair working majority of them. He coveted his neighbours' books. When he got the chance he bought books in a cheap market 144 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. and sold them in a dear market, thereby de- grading literature to the level of trade. He took advantage of the ignorance of uneducated persons who kept book-stalls. He was envious, and grudged the good fortune of others, while he rejoiced in their failures. He turned a deaf ear to the appeals of poverty. He was lux- urious, and laid out more money than he should have done on his selfish pleasures, often adorn- ing a volume with a morocco binding when Mrs. Blinton sighed in vain for some old point d'Alen^on lace. Greedy, proud, envious, stingy, extravagant, and sharp in his dealings, Blinton was guilty of most of the sins which the Church recognises as "deadly." On the very day before that of which the affecting history is now to be told, Blinton had been running the usual round of crime. He had (as far as intentions went) defrauded a bookseller in Holywell Street by purchasing from him, for the sum of two shillings, what he took to be a very rare Elzevir. It is true that when he got home and consulted " VVillems," he found that he had got hold of the wrong copy, in which the figures denoting the numbers of pages are printed right, and which is therefore worth exactly "nuppence" to the collector. But the intention is the thing, and Blinton's A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. 145 intention was distinctly fraudulent. When he discovered his error, then "his language," as Dibdin says, " was that of imprecation." Worse (if possible) than this, Blinton had gone to a sale, begun to bid for " Les Essais de Michel, Seigneur de Montaigne" (Foppens, MDCLIX.), and, carried away by excitement, had " plunged " to the extent of £\^, which was precisely the amount of money he owed his plumber and gasfitter, a worthy man with a large family. Then, meeting a friend (if the book-hunter has friends), or rather an accomplice in lawless enterprise, Blinton had remarked the glee on the other's face. The poor man had purchased a little old Olaus Magnus, with woodcuts, repre- senting were-wolves, fire-drakes, and other fearful wild-fowl, and was happy in his bargain. But Blinton, with fiendish joy, pointed out to him that the index was imperfect, and left him sorrowing. Deeds more foul have yet to be told. Thomas Blinton had discovered a new sin, so to speak, in the collecting way. Aristophanes says of one of his favourite blackguards, " Not only is he a villain, but he has invented an original villainy." Blinton was like this. He maintained that every man who came to notoriety had, at some period, published a volume of poems which he L 146 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. had afterwards repented of and withdrawn. It was BHnton's hideous pleasure to collect stray copies of these unhappy volumes, these " Peches de Jeunesse," which, always and invariably, bear a gushing inscription from the author to a friend. He had all Lord John Manners's poems, and even Mr. Ruskin's, He had the " Ode to Despair " of Smith (presently a comic writer), and the " Love Lyrics " of Brown, who is now a permanent under-secretary, than which nothing can be less gay nor more permanent. He had the amatory songs which a dignitary of the Church published and withdrew from circu- lation. Blinton was wont to say he expected to come across " Triolets of a Tribune," by Mr. John Bright, and " Original Hymns for Infant Minds," by Mr. Henry Labouchere, if he only hunted long enough. On the day of which I speak he had secured a volume of love-poems which the author had done his best to destroy, and he had gone to his club and read all the funniest passages aloud to friends of the author, who was on the club -committee. Ah, was this a kind action ? In short, Blinton had filled up the cup of his iniquities, and nobody will be surprised to hear that he met the appropriate punishment of his offence. Blinton had passed, on the whole, a A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. 147 happy day, notwithstanding the error about the Elzevir. He dined well at his club, went home, slept well, and started next morning for his office in the City, walking, as usual, and intend- ing to pursue the pleasures of the chase at all the book-stalls. At the very first, in the Brompton Road, he saw a man turning over the rubbish in the cheap box. Blinton stared at him, fancied he knew him, thought he didn't, and then became a prey to the glittering eye of the other. The Stranger, who wore the con- ventional cloak and slouched soft hat of Strangers, was apparently an accomplished mesmerist, or thought-reader, or adept, or esoteric Buddhist. He resembled Mr. Isaacs, Zanoni (in the novel of that name), Mendoza (in " Codlingsby "), the soul-less man in "A Strange Story," Mr. Home, Mr, Irving Bishop, a Buddhist adept in the astral body, and most other mysterious characters of history and fiction. Before his Awful Will, Blinton's mere modern obstinacy shrank back like a child abashed. The Stranger glided to him and whispered, " Buy these." " These " were a complete set of Auerbach's novels, in English, which, I need not say, Blinton would never have dreamt of purchasing had he been left to his own devices. 148 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. " Buy these ! " repeated the Adept, or what- ever he was, in a cruel whisper. Paying the sum demanded, and trailing his vast load of German romance, poor Blinton followed the fiend. They reached a stall where, amongst much trash, Glatigny's "Jour de I'An d'un Vagabond" was exposed. " Look," said Blinton, " there is a book I have wanted some time. Glatignys are getting rather scarce, and it is an amusing trifle." " Nay, buy t/iat" said the implacable Stranger pointing with a hooked forefinger at Alison's " History of Europe," in an indefinite number of volumes. Blinton shuddered. "What, buy t/mt, and why? In heaven's name, what could I do with it ? " " Buy it," repeated the persecutor, " and ///«/ " (indicating the " Ilios " of Dr. Schliemann, a bulky work), "and these'" (pointing to all Mr. Theodore Alois Buckley's translations of the Classics), " and tJiese " (glancing at the collected writings of the late Mr. Hain Friswell, and at a " Life," in more than one volume, of Mr. Glad- stone). The miserable Blinton paid, and trudged along carrying the bargains under his arm. Now one book fell out, now another dropped A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. 149 by the way. Sometimes a portion of Alison came ponderously to earth ; sometimes the " Gentle Life " sunk resignedly to the ground. The Adept kept picking them up again, and packing them under the arms of the weary Blinton. The victim now attempted to put on an air of geniality, and tried to enter into conversation with his tormentor. " He does know about books," thought Blinton, "and he must have a weak spot somewhere." So the wretched amateur made play in his best conversational style. He talked of bind- ings, of Maioli, of Grolier, of De Thou, of Derome, of Clovis Eve, of Roger Payne, of Trautz, and eke of Bauzonnet. He discoursed of first editions, of black letter, and even of illustrations and vignettes. He approached the topic of Bibles, but here his tyrant, with a fierce yet timid glance, interrupted him. " Buy those ! " he hissed through his teeth. " Those " were the complete publications of the Folk Lore Society. Blinton did not care for folk lore (very bad men never do), but he had to act as he was told. Then, without pause or remorse, he was charged to acquire the " Ethics " of Aristotle, in the agreeable versions of Williams and Chase. I50 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Next he secured " Strathmore," " Chandos," " Under Two Flags," and " Two Little Wooden Shoes," and several dozens more of Ouida's novels. The next stall was entirely filled with school-books, old geographies, Livys, Delectuses, Arnold's "Greek Exercises," OllendorfTs, and what not. " Buy them all," hissed the fiend. He seized whole boxes, and piled them on Blinton's head. He tied up Ouida's novels in two parcels, with string, and fastened each to one of the buttons above the tails of Blinton's coat. " You are tired .-" " asked the tormentor. " Never mind, these books will soon be off your hands." So speaking, the Stranger, with amazing speed, hurried Blinton back through Holywell Street, along the Strand, and up to Piccadilly, stopping at last at the door of Blinton's famous and very expensive binder. The binder opened his eyes, as well he might, at the vision of Blinton's treasures. Then the miserable Blinton found himself, as it were automatically and without any exercise of his will, speaking thus : — " Here are some things I have picked up, — extremely rare, — and you will oblige me by binding them in your best manner, regardless of A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. 151 expense. Morocco, of course ; crushed levant morocco, doubU, every book of tho-vn, petiis fers, my crest and coat of arms, plenty of gilding. Spare no cost. Don't keep me waiting, as you generally do ; " for indeed bookbinders are the most dilatory of the human species. Before the astonished binder could ask the most necessary questions, Blinton's tormentor had hurried that amateur out of the room. " Come on to the sale," he cried. " What sale .? " said Blinton. " Why, the Beckford sale ; it is the thirteenth day, a lucky day." " But I have forgotten my catalogue." " Where is it ? " " In the third shelf from the top, on the right- hand side of the ebony book-case at home." The stranger stretched out his arm, which swiftly elongated itself till the hand disappeared from view round the corner. In a moment the hand returned with the catalogue. The pair sped on to Messrs. Sotheby's auction-rooms in Wel- lington Street. Every one knows the appearance of a great book-sale. The long table, surrounded by eager bidders, resembles from a little distance a roulette table, and communicates the same sort of excitement. The amateur is at a loss to know how to conduct himself. If he bids in his 15 J BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. own person, some bookseller will outbid him, partly because the bookseller knows that, after all, he knows little about books, and suspects that the amateur may, in this case, know more. Besides, professionals always dislike amateurs, and, in this game, they have a very great advantage. Blinton knew all this, and was in the habit of giving his commissions to a broker. But now he felt (and very naturally) as if a demon had entered into him. " Tirante il Bianco Valorosissimo Cavaliere " was being competed for, an excessively rare romance of chivalry, in magnificent red Venetian morocco, from Cane- vari's library. The book is one of the rarest of the Venetian Press, and beautifully adorned with Canevari's device, — a simple and elegant affair in gold and colours. " Apollo is driving his chariot across the green waves towards the rock, on which winged Pegasus is pawing the ground," though why this action of a horse should be called " pawing " (the animal notori- ously not possessing paws) it is hard to say. Round this graceful design is the inscription opens KAI MH AO^riQS ("straight not crooked "). In his ordinary mood Blinton could only have admired " Tirante il Bianco " from a distance. But now, the demon inspiring him, he rushed into the lists, and challenged the great A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. 153 Mr. , the Napoleon of bookselling. The price had already reached five hundred pounds. " Six hundred," cried Blinton. " Guineas," said the great Mr . " Seven hundred," screamed Blinton. " Guineas," replied the other. This arithmetical dialogue went on till even Mr. struck his flag, with a sigh, when the maddened Blinton had said "Six thousand." The cheers of the audience rewarded the largest bid ever made for any book. As if he had not done enough, the Stranger now impelled Blinton to contend with Mr. for every expensive work that appeared. The audience naturally fancied that Blinton was in the earlier stage of softening of the brain, when a man conceives himself to have inherited boundless wealth, and is determined to live up to it. The hammer fell for the last time. Blinton owed some fifty thousand pounds, and exclaimed audibly, as the influence of the fiend died out, " I am a ruined man." " Then your books must be sold," cried the Stranger, and, leaping on a chair, he addressed the audience : — " Gentlemen, I invite you to Mr. Blinton's sale, which will immediately take place. The collection contains some very remarkable early English poets, many first editions of the French 154 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. classics, most of the rarer Aldines, and a singular assortment of Americana." In a moment, as if by magic, the shelves round the room were filled with Blinton's books, all tied up in big lots of some thirty volumes each. His early Molieres were fastened to old French dictionaries and school-books. His Shakespeare quartos were in the same lot with tattered railway novels. His copy (almost unique) of Richard Barnfield's much too " Affec- tionate Shepheard " was coupled with odd volumes of " Chips from a German Workshop " and a cheap, imperfect example of " Tom Brown's School-Days." Hookes's " Amanda " was at the bottom of a lot of American devo- tional works, where it kept company with an Elzevir Tacitus and the Aldine " Hypneroto- machia." The auctioneer put up lot after lot, and Blinton plainly saw that the whole affair was a " knock-out." His most treasured spoils were parted with at the price of waste paper. It is an awful thing to be present at one's own sale. No man would bid above a few shillings. Well did Blinton know that after the knock-out the plunder would be shared among the grinning bidders. At last his "Adonais," uncut, bound by Lortic, went, in company with some old "Bradshaws," the "Court Guide" of 1881, and A BOOKMAN'S PURGATORY. 155 a Stray volume of the " Sunday at Home," for sixpence. The Stranger smiled a smile of peculiar malignity. Blinton leaped up to pro- test ; the room seemed to shake around him, but words would not come to his lips. Then he heard a familiar voice observe, as a familiar grasp shook his shoulder, — "Tom, Tom, what a nightmare you are en- joying 1 " He was in his own arm-chair, where he had fallen asleep after dinner, and Mrs. Blinton was doing her best to arouse him from his awful vision. Beside him lay " L'Enfer du Bibliophile, vu et d^crit par Charles Asselineau." (Paris : Tardieu, MDCCCLX.) If this were an ordinary tract, I should have to tell how Blinton's eyes were opened, how he gave up book-collecting, and took to gardening, or politics, or something of that sort. But truth compels me to admit that Blinton's repentance had vanished by the end of the week, when he was discovered marking M. Claudin's catalogue, surreptitiously, before breakfast. Thus, indeed, end all our remorses. " Lancelot falls to his own love again," as in the romance. Much, and justly, as theologians decry a death-bed repent- ance, it is, perhaps, the only repentance that we 156 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. do not repent of. All others leave us ready, when occasion comes, to fall to our old love again ; and may that love never be worse than the taste for old books ! Once a collector, always a collector. Moi qui parte, I have sinned, and struggled, and fallen. I have thrown cata- logues, unopened, into the waste-paper basket. 1 have withheld my feet from the paths that lead to Sotheby's and to Puttick's. I have crossed the street to avoid a book-stall. In fact, like the prophet Nicholas, " I have been known to be steady for weeks at a time." And then the fatal moment of temptation has arrived, and I have succumbed to the soft seductions of Eisen, or Cochin, or an old book on Angling. Probably Grolier was thinking of such weaknesses when he chose his devices Taiiqiiam Ventus, and giiisgiie suos patimiir Mafies. Like the wind we are blown about, and, like the people in the i^neid, we are obliged to suffer the consequences of our own extravas^ance. ( 157 ) BALLADE OF THE UNATTAINABLE. The Books I cannot hope to buy, Their phantoms round me waltz and wheel, They pass before the dreaming eye, Ere Sleep the dreaming eye can seal. A kind of literary reel They dance ; how fair the bindings shine ! Prose cannot tell them what I feel, — The Books that never can be mine ! There frisk Editions rare and shy, Morocco clad from head to heel ; Shakespearian quartos ; Comedy As first she flashed from Richard Steele ; And quaint De Foe on Mrs. Veal ; And, lord of landing net and line, Old Izaak with his fishing creel, — The Books that never can be mine ! 158 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Incunables ! for you I sigh, Black letter, at thy founts I kneel, Old tales of Perrault's nursery, For you I'd go without a meal ! For Books wherein did Aldus deal And rare Galliot du Pre I pine. The watches of the night reveal The Books that never can be mine ! ENVOY. Prince, hear a hopeless Bard's appeal ; Reverse the rules of Mine and Thine ; Make it legitimate to steal The Books that never can be mine ! ( 159 ) LADY BOOK-LOVERS. The biographer of Mrs. Aphra Behn refutes the vulgar error that " a Dutchman cannot love." Whether or not a lady can love books is a question that may not be so readily settled. Mr. Ernest Quentin Bauchart has contributed to the discussion of this problem by publishing a bibliography, in two quarto volumes, of books which have been in the libraries of famous beauties of old, queens and princesses of France. There can be no doubt that these ladies were possessors of exquisite printed books and manu- scripts wonderfully bound, but it remains un- certain whether the owners, as a rule, were bibliophiles ; whether their hearts were with their treasures. Incredible as it may seem to us now, literature was highly respected in the past, and was even fashionable. Poets were in favour at court, and Fashion decided that the great must possess books, and not only books, l6o BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. but books produced in the utmost perfection of art, and bound with all the skill at the disposal of Clovis Eve, and Padeloup, and Duseuil. Therefore, as Fashion gave her commands, we cannot hastily affirm that the ladies who obeyed were really book-lovers. In our more polite age, Fashion has decreed that ladies shall smoke, and bet, and romp, but it would be premature to assert that all ladies who do their duty in these matters are born romps, or have an un- affected liking for cigarettes. History, however, maintains that many of the renowned dames whose books are now the most treasured of literary relics were actually inclined to study as well as to pleasure, like Marguerite de Valois and the Comtesse de Verrue, and even Madame de Pompadour. Probably books and arts were more to this lady's liking than the diversions by which she beguiled the tedium of Louis XV. ; and many a time she would rather have been quiet with her plays and novels than engaged in conscientiously conducted but distasteful revels. Like a true Frenchman, M. Bauchart has only written about French lady book-lovers, or about women who, like Mary Stuart, were more than half French. Nor would it be easy for an English author to name, outside the ranks of crowned heads, like Elizabeth, any English- LADY BOOK-LOVERS. l6i women of distinction who had a passion for the material side of literature, for binding, and first editions, and large paper, and engravings in early " states." The practical sex, when studious, is like the same sex when fond of equestrian exercise. "A lady says, 'My heyes, he's an 'orse, and he must go,' " according to Leech's groom. In the same way, a studious girl or matron says, " This is a book," and reads it, if read she does, without caring about the date, or the state, or the publisher's name, or even very often about the author's. I remember, before the publication of a novel now celebrated, seeing a privately printed vellum-bound copy on large paper in the hands of a literary lady. She was holding it over the fire, and had already made the vellum covers curl wide open like the shells of an afflicted oyster. When I asked what the volume was, she explained that " It is a book which a poor man has written, and he's had it printed to see whether some one won't be kind enough to publish it." I ventured, perhaps pedantically, to point out that the poor man could not be so very poor, or he would not have made so costly an experiment on Dutch paper. But the lady said she did not know how that might be, and she went on toasting the experi- ment. In all this there is a fine contempt for M \62 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. everything but the spiritual aspect of literature ; there is an aversion to the mere coquetry and display of morocco and red letters, and the toys which amuse the minds of men. Where ladies have caught " the Bibliomania," I fancy they have taken this pretty fever from the other sex. But it must be owned that the books they have possessed, being rarer and more romantic, are even more highly prized by amateurs than examples from the libraries of Grolier, and Longepierre, and D'Hoym. M. Bauchart's book is a complete guide to the collector of these expensive relics. He begins his dream of fair women who have owned books with the pearl of the Valois, Marguerite d'Angouleme, the sister of Francis I. The remains of her library are chiefly devotional manuscripts. Indeed, it is to be noted that all these ladies, however frivolous, possessed the most devout and pious books, and whole collections of prayers copied out by the pen, and decorated with miniatures. Mar- guerite's library was bound in morocco, stamped with a crowned M in intcrlacs sown with daisies, or, at least, with conventional flowers which may have been meant for daisies. If one could choose, perhaps the most desirable of the speci- mens extant is " Le Premier Livre du Prince 3es Poetes, Homere," in Salel's translation. For LADY BOOK-LOVERS. 163 this translation Ronsard writes a prologue, ad- dressed to the manes of Salel, in which he complains that he is ridiculed for his poetry. He draws a characteristic picture of Homer and Salel in Elysium, among the learned lovers : qui parmi les fleurs devisent All giron de leur dame. Marguerite's manuscript copy of the First Book of the Iliad is a small quarto, adorned with daisies, fleurs de-lis, and the crowned M. It is in the Due d'Aumale's collection at Chantilly. The books of Diane de Poitiers are more numerous and more famous. When first a widow she stamped her volumes with a laurel springing from a tomb, and the motto, " Sola vivit in illo." But when she consoled herself with Henri II. she suppressed the tomb, and made the motto meaningless. Her crescent shone not only on her books, but on the palace walls of France, in the Louvre, Fontainebleau, and Anet, and her initial D. is inextricably interlaced with the H. of her royal lover. Indeed, Henri added the D to his own cypher, and this must have been so embarrassing for his wife Catherine, that people have good-naturedly tried to read the curves of the D's as C's. The D's and the crescents, and the bows of his Diana are impressed even on the covers of Henri's 1 64 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Book of Hours. Catherine's own cypher is a double C enlaced with an H, or double K's (Katherine) combined in the same manner. These, unlike the D.H., are surmounted with a crown — the one advantage which the wife possessed over the favourite. Among Diane's books are various treatises on medicines and on surgery, and plenty of poetry and Italian novels. Among the books exhibited at the British Museum in glass cases is Diane's copy of Bembo's "History of Venice." An American collector, Mr. Barlow, of New York, is happy enough to possess her "Singularitez de la France Antarctique" (Antwerp, 1558). Catherine de Medicis got splendid books on the same terms as foreign pirates procure English novels — she stole them. The Marshal Strozzi, dying in the French service, left a noble collection, on which Catherine laid her hands. Brantome says that Strozzi's son often expressed to him a candid opinion about this transaction. What with her own collection and what with the Marshal's, Catherine possessed about four thousand volumes. On her death they were in peril of being s-eized by her creditors, but her almoner carried them to his own house, and De Thou had them placed in the royal library. Unluckily it was thought wiser to strip the LADY BOOK-LOVERS. 165 books of the coats with Catherine's compromis- ing device, lest her creditors should single them out, and take them away in their pockets. Hence, books with her arms and cypher are exceedingly rare. At the sale of the collections of the Duchesse de Berry, a Book of Hours of Catherine's was sold for ;^2400. Mary Stuart of Scotland was one of the lady book-lovers whose taste was more than a mere following of the fashion. Some of her books, like one of Marie Antoinette's, were the com- panions of her captivity, and still bear the sad complaints which she entrusted to these last friends of fallen royalty. Her note-book, in which she wrote her Latin prose exercises when a girl, still survives, bound in red morocco, witli the arms of France. In a Book of Hours, now the property of the Czar, may be partly de- ciphered the quatrains which she composed in her sorrowful years, but many of them are mutilated by the binder's shears. The Queen used the volume as a kind of album : it contains the signatures of the "Countess of Schrewsbury" (as M. Bauchart has it), of Walsingham, of the Earl of Sussex, and of Charles Howard, Earl of Nottingham. There is also the signature, "Your most infortunat, Arbella SEYMOUR ; " and " Fr. Bacon." i66 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. This remarkable manuscript was purchased in Paris, during the Revolution, by Peter Du- browsky, who carried it to Russia. Another Book of Hours of the Queen's bears this in- scription, in a sixteenth-century hand : " Ce sont les Heures de Marie Setuart Renne. Mar- guerite de Blacuod de Rosay." In De Blacuod it is not very easy to recognise "Blackwood." Marguerite was probably the daughter of Adam Blackwood, who wrote a volume on Mary Stuart's sufferings (Edinburgh, 1587). The famous Marguerite de Valois, the wife of Henri IV., had certainly a noble library, and many beautifully bound books stamped with daisies are attributed to her collection. They bear the motto, " Expectata non eludet," which appears to refer, first to the daisy (" Margarita "), which is punctual in the spring, or rather is " the constellated flower that never sets," and next, to the lady, who will " keep tryst." But is the lady Marguerite de Valois } Though the books have been sold at very high prices as relics of the leman of La Mole, it seems im- possible to demonstrate that they were ever on her shelves, that they were bound by Clovis Eve from her own design. "No mention is made of them in any contemporary document, and the judicious are reduced to conjectures." LADY BOOK-LOVERS. 167 Yet they form a most important collection, systematically bound, science and philosophy in citron morocco, the poets in green, and history and theology in red. In any case it is absurd to explain "Expectata non eludet " as a reference to the lily of the royal arms, which appears on the centre of the daisy-pied volumes. The motto, in that case, would run, " Expectata (lilia) non eludent." As it stands, the feminine adjective, "expectata," in the singular, must apply either to the lady who owned the volumes, or to the " Margarita," her emblem, or to both. Yet the ungrammatical rendering is that which M. Bauchart suggests. IMany of the books. Marguerite's or not, were sold at prices over ;^ioo in London, in 1884 and 1883. The Macrobius, and Theocritus, and Homer are in the Cracherode collection at the British Museum. The daisy-crowned Ronsard went for ^^430 at the Beckford sale. These prices will probably never be reached again. If Anne of Austria, the mother of Louis XIV., was a bibliophile, she may be suspected of acting on the motive, " Love me, love my books." About her affection for Cardinal Mazarin there seems to be no doubt : the Cardinal had a famous library, and his royal friend probably imitated his tastes. In her time, and on her l68 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. volumes, the originality and taste of the skilled binder, Le Gascon, begin to declare themselves. The fashionable passion for lace, to which La Fontaine made such sacrifices, affected the art of book decoration, and Le Gascon's beautiful patterns of gold points and dots are copies of the productions of Venice. The Queen-Mother's books include many devotional treatises, for, whatever other fashions might come and go, piety was always constant before the Revolu- tion. Anne of Austria seems to have been particularly fond of the lives and works of Saint Theresa, and Saint Frangois de Sales, and John of the Cross. But she was not unread in the old French poets, such as Coquillart ; she con- descended to Ariosto ; she had that dubious character, Theophile de Viaud, beautifully bound; she owned the Rabelais of 1553; and, what is particularly interesting, M. de Lignerolles possesses her copy of " L'Eschole des Femmes, Comedie par J. B. P. Moliere. Paris : Guillaume de Luynes, 1663." In 12'', red morocco, gilt edges, and the Queen's arms on the covers. This relic is especially valuable when we re- member that " L'Ecole des Femmes " and Arnolphe's sermon to Agnes, and his comic threats of future punishment first made envy take the form of religious persecution. The LADY BOOK-LOVERS. 169 devout Queen-Mother was often appealed to by the enemies of Moliere, yet Anne of Austria had not only seen his comedy, but possessed this beautiful example of the first edition. M. Paul Lacroix supposes that this copy was offered to the Queen-Mother by Moliere himself. The frontispiece (Arnolphe preaching to Agnes) is thought to be a portrait of Moliere, but in the reproduction in M. Louis Lacour's edition it is not easy to see any resemblance. Apparently Anne did not share the views, even in her later years, of the converted Prince de Conty, for several comedies and novels remain stamped with her arms and device. The learned Marquise de Rambouillet, the parent of all the " Precieuses," must have owned a good library, but nothing is chronicled save her celebrated book of prayers and meditations, written out and decorated by Jarry. It is bound in red morocco, double with green, and covered with V's in gold. The Marquise composed the prayers for her own use, and Jarry was so much struck with their beauty that he asked leave to introduce them into the Book of Hours which he had to copy, "for the prayers are often so silly," said he, "that I am ashamed to write them out." Here is an example of the devotions which 170 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. Jarry admired, a prayer to Saint Louis, It was published in " Miscellanies Bibliographiques " by M. Prosper Blanchemain. PRIERE A SAINT-LOUIS, Roy de France. Grand Roy, bien que votre couronne ayt este des plus esclatantes de la Terre, celle que vous portez dans le ciel est incomparablement plus precieuse. L'une estoit perissable I'autre est immortelle et ces lys dont la blancheur se pouvoit ternir, sont maintenant incorruptibles. Vostre obeissance envers vostre mere ; vostre justice envers vos sujets ; et vos guerres contre les infideles, vous ont acquis la veneration de tous les peuples ; et la France doit a vos travaux et a vostre piete I'inestimable tresor de la sanglante et glorieuse couronne du Sauveur du monde. Priez-le incomparable Saint qu'il donne une paix perpetuelle au Royaume dont vous avez porte le sceptre ; qu'il le preserve d'heresie ; qu'il y face toujours regner saintement vostre illustre Sang ; et que tous ceux qui ont I'honneur d'en descendre soient pour jamais fideles a son Eglise. The daughter of the Marquise, the fair Julie, heroine of that " long courting " by M. de Montausier, survives in those records as the possessor of " La Guirlande de Julie," the manu- script book of poems by eminent hands. But this manuscript seems to have been all the library of Julie ; therein she could constantly read of her own perfections. To be sure she had also " L'Histoire de Gustave Adolphe," a hero for whom, like Major Dugald Dalgetty, she LADY BOOK-LOVERS. 171 cherished a supreme devotion. In the " Guir- lande " Chapelain's verses turn on the pleasing fancy that the Protestant Lion of the North, changed into a flower (Hke Paul Limayrac in M. Banville's ode), requests Julie to take pity on his altered estate : Sois pitoyable a ma langueur ; Et si je n'ay place en ton coeur Que je I'aye au moins sur ta teste. These verses were reckoned consummate. The " Guirlande " is still, with happier fate than attends most books, in the hands of the successors of the Due and Duchesse de Mon- tausier. Like Julie, Madame de Maintenon was a prkietise, but she never had time to form a regular library. Her books, however, were bound by Duseuil, a binder immortal in the verse of Pope ; or it might be more correct to say that Madame de Maintenon's own books are seldom distinguishable from those of her favourite foundation, St. Cyr. The most in- teresting is a copy of the first edition of " Esther," in quarto (1689), bound in red morocco, and bearing, in Racine's hand, "yi Madame la Marquise de Maintenon^ offert avec respect, — Racine." Doubtless Racine had the book bound before 172 BOOKS AND BOOKMEN. he presented it. " People are discontented," writes his son Louis, " if you offer them a book in a simple marbled paper cover." I could wish that this worthy 'custom were restored, for the sake of the art of binding, and also because amateur poets would be more chary of their presentation copies. It is, no doubt, wise to turn these gifts with their sides against the inner walls of bookcases, to be bulwarks against the damp, but the trouble of acknowledging worthless presents from strangers is con- siderable.^ Another interesting example of Madame de Maintenon's collections is Dacier's " Remarques Critiques sur les QEuvres d'Horace," bearing the arms of Louis XIV., but with his wife's signature on the fly-leaf (1 68 1). Of Madame de Montespan, ousted from the royal favour by Madame de Maintenon, who " married into the family where she had been governess," there survives one bookish relic of interest. This is " CEuvres Diverses par un auteur de sept ans," in quarto, red moroccoi printed on vellum, and with the arms of the mother of the little Due du Maine (1678). When Madame de Maintenon was still playing ' Country papers, please copy. Poets at a distance will kindly accept this intimation. LADY BOOK-LOVERS. 173 mother to the children of the king and of Madame de Montespan, she printed those "works " of her eldest pupil. These ladies were only bibliophiles by accident, and were devoted, in the first place, to pleasure, piety, or ambition. With the Comtesse de Verrue, whose epitaph will be found on an earlier page, we come to a genuine and even fanatical collector. Madame de Verrue (1670- 1736) got every kind of diversion out of life, and when she ceased to be young and fair, she turned to the joys of " shopping." In early years, " pleine de cceur, elle le donna sans comptes." In later life, she purchased, or obtained on credit, everything that caught her fancy, also sans comptes, " My aunt," says the Due de Luynes, " was always buying, and never baulked her fancy." Pictures, books, coins, jewels, engravings, gems (over 8,000), tapestries, and furniture were all alike precious to Madame de Verrue. Her snuff-boxes defied computa- tion ; she had them in gold, in tortoise-shell, in porcelain, in lacquer, and in jasper, and she enjoyed the delicate fragrance of sixty different sorts of snuff. Without applauding the smoking of cigarettes in drawing-rooms, we may admit that it is less repulsive than steady applications to tobacco in Madame de Verrue's favourite manner. 174 BOOK'S AND BOOKMEN. The Countess had a noble library, for old tastes survived in her commodious heart, and new tastes she anticipated. She possessed " The Romance of the Rose," and " Villon," in editions of Galliot du Pre (1529-1533) undeterred by the satire of Boilcau. She had examples of the " Pleiade," though they were not again admired in France till 1830. She was also in the most modern fashion of to-day, for she had the beautiful quarto of La Fontaine's " Contes," and Bouchier's illustrated Moliere (large paper). And, what I envy her more, she had Perrault's " Fairy Tales," in blue morocco — the blue rose of the folklorist who is also a book-hunter. It must also be confessed that Madame de Verrue had a large number of books such as are usually kept under lock and key, books which her heirs did not care to expose at the sale of her library. Once I myself (w Bibliothlque (Tun Bibliophile. Lille, 1S85. LADY BOOK-LOVERS. 177 in the Temple and the Conciergerie. The book is "Office de la Divine Providence" (Paris, 1757, green morocco). On the fly-leaf the Queen wrote, some hours before her death, these touch- ing lines -, " Ce 16 Octobre, a 4 h. \ du matin. Moil Dieii ! ayez pi tie de vioi ! Mes yeux nont plus de lay Dies pour prier pour vous, vies pauvres enfants. Adieu, adieu ! — MARIE ANTOINETTE." There can be no sadder relic of a greater sorrow, and the last consolation of the Queen did not escape the French popular genius for cruelty and insult. 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