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 THE GREAT TORCH RACE 
 
 An Address Delivered at the Dedication of 
 The Wrenn Library 
 
 By 
 
 REGINALD HARVEY GRIFFITH, Ph.D. 
 
 Professor of English and Curator of the Wrenn Library 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS 
 
 AUSTIN
 
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 A FOREWORD 
 
 In the Christmas holidays of 1917, Professor Griffith visited 
 Chicago for the especial object of examining certain rare books 
 by Alexander Pope in the library of the late Mr. John H. Wrenn. 
 He learned that the books, a portion of Mr. Wrenn's estate, were 
 to be sold, and that if, by the terms of the sale, the books could 
 be held in tact in a university library, the heirs of Mr. Wrenn 
 would contribute a noteworthy portion of the estimated price. 
 
 Returning to Austin, Professor Griffith placed the matter be- 
 fore President Vinson, and enthusiastically urged that the Uni- 
 versity of Texas acquire the collection. The President next 
 morning laid the matter in his turn with enthusiasm and dis- 
 patch before the attention of Major George W. Littlefield, a 
 member of the Board of Regents. The Major's reply was: 
 "If the library is as desirable as you say, we will have to find the 
 money." An investigation of the worth of the library, super- 
 vised by Mr. W. H. Burgess, a former Regent then resident in 
 Chicago, was entirely satisfactory; and Major Littlefield gave 
 his personal check to President Vinson to conclude the sale 
 with. 
 
 The books, approximately 6,000 in number, were boxed 
 under the care of Mr. Harold B. Wrenn, son of the collector, 
 who came to Austin and himself placed them on the shelves in 
 a room specially and beautifully fitted for their home. 
 
 The Wrenn room was opened for public use in June, 1919; 
 but the books were not formally dedicated to the service of the 
 University until March 26, 1920. The dedication ceremony 
 was held on the campus, in the shade of the Education Building, 
 which flanks the Library Building. The Librarian, Mr. Good- 
 win, presented to the audience President Vinson, who told the 
 story of how the Wrenn Library came to Texas and of what it 
 will mean to the University. Mr. Wroe, representing Major 
 Littlefield, who was ill at the time, spoke of the donor's happi- 
 
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 ness in adding this to his other benefactions to the University; 
 and Major Richard F. Burgess, representing his brother, who 
 was unable to be present, spoke of Mr. Burgess's belief in the 
 greatness of the Library and his pleasure in being associated 
 with its coming to the University of Texas. The dedicatory 
 address was delivered by Professor Griffith, Professor of Eng- 
 lish and Curator of the Wrenn Library. 
 
 More recently the Catalogue of the Wrenn Library has been 
 distributed. It is the gift of Mr. George W. Brackenridge, and 
 is a privately issued set of five volumes of about 300 pages 
 per volume, prepared by Mr. Harold B. Wrenn and Mr. Thomas 
 J. Wise and printed in England upon hand-made Whatman 
 paper. Only 1 2 1 sets of the Catalogue have been printed and 
 they are for presentation to the prominent libraries of the world.
 
 THE GREAT TORCH RACE
 
 THE GREAT TORCH RACE 
 
 IF I had ingenuity enough, I should try this afternoon to put 
 together for you an account of the contents of the Wrenn 
 Library. The task is impossible, and any attempt would be 
 unendurably cataloguy and dry. In its stead, you are cordially 
 invited to visit the Library, which is open daily from nme to five, 
 when Miss Ratchford or I will gladly outline for you what is 
 there, with the books before your eyes. 
 
 Let me ask you now to give your imagination play, and build 
 before your mind's eye a picture, which I shall call The Great 
 Torch Race. Let me sketch in three panels of it — something 
 concerning the founders of libraries, something of the greatness 
 of books, something of the place and opportunity of Texas; — 
 and you, if you please, in your imagination build the rest of the 
 picture. 
 
 The ancient Greeks had an athletic contest which they 
 called a torch race. Each contestant carried a torch, and the 
 winner was the first to reach the goal with his torch still alight. 
 A variation of the game was the relay race, in which a compan- 
 ion seized the lighted torch from the spent runner and continued 
 the race. This ancient game has more than once done serv- 
 ice as a figure of speech to symbolize the progress of civili- 
 zation through the world's history. In the great march up- 
 ward from the night of ignorance, the leaders of men have 
 been thought of as each lighting a torch, carrying it high in 
 life, and at death entrusting it to the hands of a younger 
 companion, to be borne by successive hands forever onward 
 towards the goal. Such leaders have been many — as num- 
 berless as are ideas among men. And their torches in the 
 pageant have flamed with colors innumerable. 
 
 It is of only a very few such bearers of torches in the great
 
 and lucent race that I ask you to allow me to speak — especially 
 of book-collectors, founders of libraries. 
 
 The library at Oxford University boasts two very early 
 friends. But their benefactions, alas! perished in the savagery 
 of subsequent wars. Richard de Bury was the author of the 
 PHILOBIBLON, the "Book Lover." His ambition was to assure 
 assistance to the whole University out of his books. He provided 
 the ordinary texts and commentaries for the students, and was 
 extremely anxious that they should be instructed in Greek and 
 the languages of the East. Rules for the use of the books were 
 strict. A raw student, he said, would treat a book as roughly as 
 if it were a pair of shoes, would stick in straws to keep his place, 
 and would very likely eat fruit or cheese over one page and set a 
 cup of ale on the other, or impudently scribble across the text, 
 or try his pen on a blank space; "and all these negligences,' he 
 adds, "are wonderfully injurious to books." 
 
 Duke Humphrey, third son of King Henry IV and brother to 
 King Henry V, Falstaff's "Prince Hal," is often spoken of as the 
 founder of the library. His whole family cared for books, and 
 were generous to the University, but Humphrey, called the Good 
 Duke Humphrey, was especially so. His gifts were acknowl- 
 edged to be "an almost unspeakable blessing." When his books 
 arrived, "the general joy knew no bounds"; and the name 
 "Duke Humphrey's Library " was given to the general assem- 
 blage of the University's books. 
 
 Sir Thomas Bodley did more than either or both of these. He 
 won a great reputation as an ambassador, and Queen Elizabeth 
 would gladly have retained him in political service. But in 1 597 
 he had grown weary of affairs of state. He determined then to 
 give his means and himself for the rest of his life to the service 
 of books. He would make the library at Oxford one of the 
 world's greatest. Here are his own quaint words: "I con- 
 cluded at the last to set up my staff at the library door in Oxon. 
 I found myself furnished with such four kinds of aids as, unless 
 I had them all, I had no hope of success. For without some kind 
 of knowledge, without some purse-ability to go through with the 
 charge, without good store of friends to further the design, and 
 without specicJ good leisure to follow such a work, it could not
 
 but have proved a vain attempt." He supplied funds and had 
 agents buying books in all parts of Europe. He refitted the cham- 
 ber for the library, supplying cases and tables and chains — he 
 w^as extraordinarily careful about the chains, with which the 
 books were chained to the shelves. His enthusiasm was so great 
 that friends were glad to assist him with gifts of precious vol- 
 umes. From his home county of Devon, Dudley Carleton wrote 
 in a gossipy letter: "Every man bethinks himself how by some 
 good book or other he may be written in the scroll of the bene- 
 factors." When King James I visited Bodley at the library, he 
 said: "If I were not a King 1 would be an University-man, and 
 if it were so that 1 must be a prisoner I would desne no other 
 durance than to be chained in that library with so many noble 
 authors." Sir Thomas lived and wrought on till 1613. The 
 wonderful library, the Bodleian, exists at Oxford now; and to 
 this time the University offers public thanks for Bodley's gener- 
 osity yearly upon his calendar-day. 
 
 The greatness of the library at Cambridge University dates 
 from the year 1715, when Dr. Richard Bentiey, greatest of all 
 English scholars, prevailed upon King George I to donate to 
 Cambridge, at a cost of 6,000 guineas (equivalent to about 
 $300,000 now), the books of Bishop Moore of the diocese of 
 Ely. Bishop Burnet writes that the hbrary was a treasure be- 
 yond what any one would think the lite and labor of a man 
 could compass. 
 
 One of the most interesting collections at Ccimbridge is the 
 gift of Samuel Pepys. Of the garrulous Pepys it is hard to say 
 whether he will live longest because he wrote the most delight- 
 ful diary in the world, or because he was founder of the British 
 navy, the wall first of wood, now of steel, around the liberties of 
 England, or because he collected books. His penchant was for 
 plays, street-ballads, and the ephemeral literature of his day. 
 He willed his books to Magdalene College, Cambridge, and there 
 they are now, in the same cases that stood in Pepys's own home 
 and placed on the shelves in the very order he himself chose, the 
 tall books at the back showing over the tops of the small books 
 in front. He made a catalogue, which he called "titleing" his 
 volumes. One of the pleasant pictures of the DIARY is of how
 
 he himself, and the very young and pretty Mistress Pepys, and 
 Deb Willett, the young serving-maid (also pretty, he naively 
 relates) were busy one evening until midnight "titleing" the 
 books. 
 
 Robert Harley, Earl of Oxford, and intimate friend of Pope 
 and Swift and Prior, was a prince among collectors. The Harleian 
 library contained 50,000 books, a huge body of manuscripts, 
 and an incredible number of pamphlets. Dr. Johnson has de- 
 scribed the contents. The Earl had the rarest books of all 
 countries, languages, and sciences; thousands of fragments, 
 some a thousand years old ; vellum books ; a great collection of 
 Bibles, and editions of all the first printed books, classics and 
 those of English writers printed by Caxton, Wynkyn de Worde, 
 Pynson, Berthelet, Rastell, and Grafton; and the greatest num- 
 ber of pamphlets and English portraits of any other person; 
 original letters of eminent persons as many as would fill 200 
 volumes; all the collections of Humphrey Wanley, Stow, Sir 
 Simonds D'Ewes, Prynne, Bishop Stillingfleet, John Bagford, Le 
 Neve, and the flower of a hundred other libraries. Most of the 
 library was scattered. But the manuscripts were purchased by 
 the nation in 1753; and they, with the scientific collection and 
 the books of Dr. Hans Sloane, bought at the same tin^.e, were 
 the beginning of the British Museum. 
 
 Book collecting might well seem to be one of the best guar- 
 antees of long life, for most collectors have lived to a ripe old 
 age. Better still, it may be said of them as a class what Dr. 
 Johnson said of one of them: He lived more in the broad sun 
 of life than any other man 1 ever knew. But doubtless the found- 
 ers who have left libraries to be sources of knowledge and wis- 
 dom and joy to after-comers will rejoice most in the ineffable 
 pleasure they bestow. The eminent scholar Heinsius said, 
 when entering the library at the University of Leyden: "In the 
 very bosom of eternity among all these illustrious souls I take 
 my seat." 
 
 What are the books to be desired for a library? First, of 
 course, those the world generally agrees upon as its great books. 
 Is there any underlying principle, any quality shared in common 
 by them? Here is a partial answer for consideration.
 
 Humanity thinks most highly of those men who give the 
 best reasons for thinking highly of humanity. The human race 
 wishes to believe in itself — in its own dignity, worth, and impor- 
 tance. The thinker who bears credible testimony to such worth 
 is acclaimed. And those authors are reckoned greatest whose 
 testimony does most to convince us of the superlative impor- 
 tance of man. 
 
 Test this answer for a few moments. 
 
 The Bible let us put aside, for it is the thinking of a people, 
 not of one man ; and by most Christians it is held to be of divine 
 origin, not human. The sum of its whole message, however, is 
 the worth and eternal importance of every individual soul. 
 
 Homer writes of the ten-years war that racked Greece and 
 ruined Troy, of the passions and ambitions, the greatness and 
 littleness of man. He tells of the deities who left high Olympus 
 to come down and help in the battle of man. You do not be- 
 lieve in those gods and goddesses. Perhaps Homer himself did 
 not wholly believe in them. Yet they represented to him and 
 to the listeners to his story the highest forces they could con- 
 ceive in the whole realm of the universe. If, then, these greatest 
 of all forces assisted m the affairs of men, some on the one side, 
 some on the other, how great, how important, how dignified 
 and worthy must Man be ! 
 
 Dante journeyed through hell and purgatory and heaven, 
 seeing in those vast confines the fates of men. For him they rep- 
 resented all that is at all after the end of this short life. But 
 Eternal Might and Love created these regions for men's souls. 
 How great, then, how worthy the souls of men ! 
 
 Shakespeare presents his evidence of the majesty, the ex- 
 cellence, and the weakness too of man in a different way. He 
 conceives of the passions of men, — the fears, hates, jealousies, 
 envies, the loyalties, self-sacrifices, loves, — on an enormous 
 scale, tempestuous, mountainous, and puts them in movement 
 within the soul of man. Like a tropical storm they pass through. 
 How immense in its capacity for suffering, for joy, is the soul in 
 which such forces have room to move! And then, wonderful 
 to contemplate! at the end of each great play, when the storm
 
 has blown upon and dissipated the miasmas of a sick and stag- 
 nant moral atmosphere, the great dramatist shows the breaking 
 through of a sweetness of light, Hke a sunset, giving promise of a 
 fairer day to follow, when justice and right shall more nearly rule 
 the world so late disturbed. Do we believe him? Does not his 
 evidence persuade us to a belief in the worth and dignity of the 
 humcui soul? 
 
 Milton tells the story of the Loss of Eden and the conse- 
 quent sin and sickness and evil besetting us all around. You 
 may not believe in the dire dungeons ot darkness made visible 
 that he paints, or in the conclaves of fallen angels, or the other 
 means by which he weaves his ideas into a story. But here is 
 the heart and core of his conception. He thinks of God and his 
 angels as embodying the infinite forces of Good, and Satan and 
 his cohorts as embodying, personifying, the infinite forces of 
 Evil. These infinite forces are in constant conflict. And the 
 reward of victory in the ever-renewed battle is the soul of 
 Adam, the soul of every man, your soul, my soul. But not alone 
 is man's soul the reward, the guerdon of this battle ; each indi- 
 viducil soul is the battle ground where the contest is fought out. 
 If, then, each soul is both ground of battle between the greatest 
 thinkable forces in the universe, and the prize of victory, how 
 worthy, how dignified, how great that soul must be ! 
 
 You nor cuiy other person will cavil at the gathering together 
 of the great books. But some may ask. Why add the books of 
 little men, the more commonplace writers? Such persons are 
 not so thorough-goingly drastic as the Caliph Omar, who de- 
 stroyed the library of Alexandria, reasoning thus: If the books 
 here agree with the Koran, they are useless, and should be de- 
 stroyed; if they disagree, they are wicked and ought to be de- 
 stroyed. No, — but still, — Why the lesser authors? whose 
 books have not been reprinted and consequently can be come at 
 only in the great libraries? To understand the world, to know 
 ourselves, we need the lesser as well as the greater ones. By as 
 much as the great man has personality, individuality, genius, by 
 so much does he rise above the general level and fail to repre- 
 sent the average man. The eighteenth century discovered the
 
 common man. Out of the throes of its revolutions democracy 
 was born. And democracy is today the world's great throbbing 
 YES to the ancient question, Am I my brother's keeper? In this 
 brotherhood of man, which lifts all men up, not drags any down, 
 how can one keep his brother or be kept, except he knows the 
 moods, the thoughts, the needs, the weakness, the latent great- 
 ness too in the commonalty, in the hearts of common men ! 
 
 The ideal library should have Terence's words for its motto: 
 Nothing that concerns men is alien to me. 
 
 Now a library is not all of a university. Far from it ! Yet 
 the library, and the use made of it — the study of the thoughts 
 and habits and deeds of men, of the spirits of nations, of the soul 
 of man — are the surest index to the excellence of the institution. 
 
 What of Texas? What have we? How do we compare with 
 others? What is fitting and becoming? What may we expect 
 and try to have? 
 
 We are not without our torch-bearers, our own helpful col- 
 lectors. Written in "the scroll of the benefactors " are names 
 you are familiar with: the picturesque Sir Swante Palm, whose 
 name is on many a book housed here behind us; and Ashbel 
 Smith; Miss Florence Brooke; and Henry P. Hilliard, who has 
 done much for our collection of Southern authors. Major Little- 
 field has given with both hands, so to speak. His is the "purse- 
 ability" that is enabling his "good store of friends," Professors 
 Barker and Ramsdell and Mr. Winkler, to gather the Southern 
 historical collection, which is remarkable now and which prom- 
 ises to be marvelous later. That is his left hand. With his other 
 hcmd he has presented to us the Wrenn Library of English and 
 American literature from 1500 to 1900, — a collection of rare 
 and beautiful and great books which I know several other uni- 
 versities strove hard to secure, but which, thanks to the gener- 
 osity of Major Littlefield, we have. In the two years since its 
 purchase, its worth in mere dollars has increased, I believe, to 
 more than three times the purchase price. It is a superb do- 
 nation, one whose value will go on increasing. Three hundred 
 years from now the gift will still be lauded as an "unspeak- 
 able benefit," Men are not numerous ever who possess both the
 
 great wealth and the imaginative vision to give so nobly and so 
 well. To us of the present the gift is most grateful. It heartens 
 us. Doubtless we need criticism. Assuredly we have had it. 
 Even the criticism of ignorance and of malice is not without its 
 value. But approbation IS cheering, welcome as sunshine in 
 winter. And he who extends a hand to help, wins our love and 
 admiration. 
 
 The state by legislative appropriation has not been ungen- 
 erous. Funds supplied by it, expended as judiciously as they 
 have been, would have provided a library to compare favorably 
 with other Southern libraries — in Georgia, Kentucky, North 
 Carolina, Virginia. But with the additions from individual citi- 
 zens our library is placed far in advance of any other Southern 
 library. 
 
 Let me narrow the basis of comparison. It is not quite fair 
 to do so. It shows us perhaps fairer and brighter than we really 
 are. Take, however, one group of books as an index of the 
 rest, and discount the comparison as you may please — the books 
 printed in England up to the year 1 640. This group includes 
 Elizabethan literature. Rich as the Wrenn Library is in these 
 books, it is nevertheless still richer in the books of later years. 
 On Tuesday of this week I received a letter from the man in the 
 best position to make comparisons. This is the sum of what he 
 says: You fall considerably behind Yale and Harvard, but are 
 a good deal ahead of the universities of Michigan, Minnesota, 
 California, Chicago, Wellesley, Oberlin, and Vassar; in some 
 respects you are the equal of, in some fall behind, Columbia. 
 The Huntington Library of California, not a college library 
 at all, is in these books far superior to any other library what- 
 ever in America. 
 
 The East — Harvard and Yale considerably ahead of us. The 
 V^est — California far ahead of us. Now complete the geograph- 
 ical triangle — the South. Texas leads and represents the South. 
 The South asks no man's pity. Yet she was maimed, and has 
 been lame in the running. For long she has had to send the 
 flower of her youth from home for the needed higher learning. 
 Of late she begins to come more into her own. Now one of her
 
 sons gives into the hands of Texas as a trustee a treasure for the 
 use and enrichment of all her sons and daughters. 
 
 When I sit in the Wrenn Library, I, too, feel as did old Hein- 
 sius: "In the very bosom of Eternity among all these illustrious 
 souls I take my seat. ' Ihere is magic there and high romance. 
 To hold in your hand the very book that once belonged to f^n 
 Jonson, see his name written by his own pen, in his own ink; 
 or a book that Locke owned; or a manuscript of Izaak Walton, 
 or Charlotte Bronte, or Edgar Allan Poel Ihere is beauty 
 there. Many a binder has strained his art to clothe beautifully 
 the body of a great thought. And there is adventure there, the 
 greatest of all adventures — the discovering of something new, 
 unknown before to the world. Already scholars have begun 
 to seek us out. And they will come more and more. 
 
 Today we dedicate the Wrenn Library — this place of beauty, 
 of romance, of adventure. And we dedicate it to the increase 
 of knowledge, to research, the finest adventure, the discoveiy 
 of things new among men. 
 
 Am I too ambitious when I say that in this matter of books, 
 as in all other matters, I want Texas to be as good as the best ? 
 
 What is Texas? One hundred years ago Stephen F, Austin 
 founded the colony in a wilderness. Last year the state paid into 
 the national treasury in income and excess-profits taxes — just 
 these two items alone — the sum of 62 millions of dollars. A ter- 
 ritory stretching from El Paso to Texarkana, from Colorado to 
 the Gulf, imperial in its vastness. A population of five million 
 souls, where fifty millions yet will be. A soil and a sun pouring 
 wealth lavishly into the lap of its citizenry. A people that is fitted 
 to be and of right ought to be a leader among nations ! Can you 
 not see the state as a young giant, lithe and strong, deep-chested, 
 shaking his shoulders and girding himself for his part in the race 
 of the ages ! A state and a people to rejoice in, to be proud of ! 
 
 Hither from all quarters of the commonwealth, from all parts 
 of this Texas of our loyalty and pride, come the sons and daugh- 
 ters of the people. Come hither to the University in their youth
 
 to learn the best answer they may to the question, What is the 
 meaning of this life? Why is it given to us? What shall we do 
 with it, make of it? 
 
 They are the chosen spirits. They are the master minds. 
 Not the least among them but shall be a leader in his community 
 in subsequent years. Hither they come, and at the altar of Alma 
 Mater light and trim their torches and prepare to run their part 
 in the Great Race. They come hither to the University as to a 
 city that is set on a hill and cannot be hid; to the University, 
 whose function, whose life is to find more of light, to spread 
 among men the light which shall light the world onward; to the 
 University, which must and shall be both prepared and deter- 
 mined to encourage, to cheer onward, to help forward and up- 
 ward those who are "enflcimed with the study of learning and 
 the admiration of virtue; who are stirred up with high hopes of 
 living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God and 
 famous to all ages." 
 
 But a race for the mere running profits nothing. No race 
 without its gocd 1 And this, the Great Torch Race up from the 
 blackness ot the night of ignorance — what is its goal? What is 
 it but enlightenment? Enlightenment, which is Truth — that 
 Truth which shall make us free. "The first creature of God, in 
 the work of days, was the light of the sense; the last was the 
 light of reason. First he breathed light upon the face of matter ; 
 then he breathed light into the face of man; and still he 
 breatheth and inspireth light into the face of his chosen." 
 
 His "Chosen!" And may we not be his chosen if we so 
 choose? 
 
 "Breatheth and inspireth light." 
 
 Light! 
 
 If you will take a beam of sunlight and cause it to fall upon 
 a prism, you will have a very beautiful effect. The one ray will 
 become a ribbon cross-banded with — not white light any more, 
 but all the colors of the rainbow. White light, then, contains 
 within itself, or better still is composed of, all these colors, from 
 violet through all shades to red. For these separate colors re- 
 combined make white light again — the perfect light.
 
 In the Great Torch Race must be bearers of torches burning 
 with all colors, not the great primary colors alone, but all the in- 
 finite gradations between them in the scale, and above and be- 
 low them. Men are the bearers; the torches themselves are 
 ideas. All the inventions we now have, all the discoveries that 
 have been made, all the ideas we p>ossess, all phases of knowl- 
 edge, and all improvements upon them were once new, were 
 born in some human brain, and, like torches passed from hand 
 to hand, have been scattered aunong men. Saturn is fabled to 
 have invented agriculture, and Cadmus the alphabet. Prome- 
 theus was bringer of fire. Watts, Stephenson, Fulton, Morse, 
 Bell, have curtailed space. Marconi puts a girdle around the 
 earth more speedily than Puck in the play. Philosophers, musi- 
 cians, poets, actors, prophets, discoverers, inventors, novelists, 
 men who set law or government or business in a better way, 
 each cmd all contribute a color or shade or tint to the sum of the 
 whole. 
 
 When time shall come to its end, far yonder in the future, 
 when the race shall have been run and the goal reached, and 
 the number of torches shall be fulfilled, then the flames, the col- 
 ors of all the torches that humanity carries, shall blend; and 
 from them shall leap, shall be born, single and undivided, the 
 white light of truth. In that day, when days shall cease and time 
 shall be no more, then Man, freed from the shadows of dark- 
 ness, bathed in beams of ineffable light, shall see God, whose 
 dwelling from eternity to eternity is Light. In that Splendor may 
 it not be found that we have lagged in the running, have left to 
 any other hands the torches we might have borne.
 
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