The expense of this great undertaking was of course very great; and

partly to reduce the cost of production, and partly to place copies of

the books he printed within the reach of poor scholars, Aldus employed

the artist Giovanni de Bologna to design for him a new and compressed

type which would enable him to print nearly two pages in the same space

as one. From the country of its birth this letter has ever since been

known as _Italic_. Its elegant shape has been much, perhaps too much,

admired. The appearance is somewhat marred by the invariable use of

Roman capitals, which, throughout a page of Italic, is certainly not

agreeable to the eye.

[Illustration: THE MEDAL OF ALDUS.]

The fame of Aldus’s printing-office soon spread throughout Europe,

and his little pocket editions of the Greek and Latin classics were

esteemed as much for the beauty of their dress as for the accuracy

of their text. The visits of the curious, as well as of the learned,

became at last so troublesome that Aldus placed the following notice

over the chief entrance: “Whoever you are that wish to see Aldus, be

brief; and when business is finished go away; unless indeed you are

able and willing to assist him as Hercules did Atlas in his need: and

even then remember that whoever gains here a footing must work hard and

with perseverance.”

Aldus himself took no relaxation; scarcely would he afford himself any

sleep until fatigue compelled him to rest. He died in 1515, the King of

Printers, with an immortal halo surrounding him.

Aldus adopted for his device an anchor, with a dolphin twisted round

it. This emblem is justly celebrated in the annals of typography under

the name of the Aldine anchor, and is very appropriate to the work of

a Printer. The dolphin is the emblem of swiftness, on account of the

rapidity with which it cleaves the waves. The anchor is the emblem of

stability and reliance. So the printer should be speedy at his work,

but consider his plans carefully and soberly. This was admirably

summarised in the motto adopted by Aldus--“Festina lente” (Hasten

slowly). On a rare contemporary medal the motto appears in Greek,

“ΣΠΕΥΔΕ ΒΡΑΔΕΩΣ.”

Another great Italian Printer was GIAMBATTISTA BODONI, whose name

certainly stands next to that of Aldus. He was the son of a Piedmontese

printer, and was born in 1740, the year when all Europe celebrated

the Jubilee of Printing. At the age of eighteen he was working as a

compositor at the Propaganda Printing-office, Rome, where he did good

service by studying hard to learn the Oriental languages, and then

restoring to a proper condition for use the fine collection of Oriental

types in that office, which had long been in a state of confusion.

It was about this time that he turned his attention to the art of

engraving new types, in which he soon showed great talent. In 1768 he

was placed by the Duke of Parma at the head of his new printing-office,

which he soon rendered the most famous in Europe. He devoted great

attention to the shape of his Greek types, for which he took as a model

the most beautiful manuscripts obtainable. His “Homer” is perhaps

the work which gained him more renown among scholars than any other.

In his “Manuale Tipografico,” which is a specimen book of all his

types, some copies of which were printed on pure vellum, the lover

of typographical excellence as presented by elegantly-shaped letters,

glossy ink, and faultless press-work, may revel to his heart’s content.

Bodoni died in 1813.

As a curious freak of fickle fashion, we must notice the recent fate

of a most interesting collection of books, all from the press of

Bodoni, collected during many years by the Marquis Saporiti della

Sforzesca. These were sent to London and sold publicly in December,

1886. The number of separate works was over 500, including, with hardly

an exception, specimens of the whole produce of the Parmese Press.

No such a collection has ever before been brought to the hammer, and

had it been sold in Dr. Dibdin’s time, when Bodoni’s fame was at its

height, there can be little doubt that £2,000 at least would have been

realised. Today, when “black-letter” governs the market, and sentiment

rules over taste, Bodoni’s master-pieces of typography are of less

money-value than a Seven Dials ballad. The whole of the Marquis’s

collection realised in the gross but £50 7_s._, a sum far below the

prime cost of two or three volumes, and hardly enough to pay for

printing the sale catalogue.

Italy may well be proud of still another typographical son. G.

VIESSIEUX, of Milan, who lived 1779 to 1863, if not remarkable for

excellence of workmanship, was successful, notwithstanding great

opposition from the ruling classes, in obtaining for his native country

that inestimable boon--freedom of the press.

FRANCE.

We have already noticed the introduction of the art to Paris, where

it spread with rapidity even in the lifetime of Ulric Gering. ANTOINE

VERARD is celebrated for beautiful editions, many of them with splendid

illuminations; but space would fail to speak of SIMON VOSTRE, of

PIGOUCHET, of DUPRÉ, of the artistic and learned GEOFFREY TORY, of the

martyred DOLET, MOEL, and many other worthy printers.

But of all the great printers that France has produced, there are none

of whom their countrymen may feel more proud than the family of the

ESTIENNES, who flourished from 1502-1664. The two most celebrated were

Robert I and Henri I, father and son. They both printed, not for lucre,

but from real love of their work and classic literature. So intimately

indeed is the biography of these two great men associated with the

mental growth of the nation that, as Feugère says, “it rises to the

dignity of history.”

HENRI I was the founder of the family. He printed and published at

Paris for twenty years, and laid the foundation of the family fame

during the period 1502-1522.

ROBERT I, his eldest son, succeeded in 1526 to his father’s

printing-office, placing over his door a printer’s mark, afterwards

of world-wide fame. It was an olive-tree, with the motto “_Noli altum

sapere sed time_” (“Be not high-minded, but fear”). He married a

daughter of another famous Parisian printer, BADIUS ASCENSIUS, he

whose printer’s mark--a printing-press, two pressmen, and a woman

composing types--is well known to all lovers of old books. (_See_ p.

54.) It is curious to note that all three of the daughters of Badius

married printers. For thirty-three years Robert Estienne worked hard as

author, collator, corrector, printer, and publisher, producing volumes

which for beauty of workmanship and accuracy of text may vie with the

productions of any other press. So important were the Greek authors

which he for the first time collated and printed, that the publication

of those classics may be almost said to have begun with him. It was to

some extent the same with Latin authors. Thus with Greek, with Latin,

with Bibles, with dictionaries and grammars, Robert Estienne was the

father of such a series of works as have never been equalled before or

since. Patronised and favoured by Francis I, it was the high opinion

of his capabilities, added to the desire to outshine the efforts of

other countries, which induced the King to defray out of the public

purse the expenses of a new series of specially cast Greek types. With

this view Angelo Vergecio, the most artistic penman of his time, was

engaged to design the models for the letters; and the cutting of the

punches was entrusted to Garamond, one of the most skilful engravers of

his day, who himself was a good scholar, and had taught Greek to Henri

Estienne when a boy.

The production of beautiful and correct editions of the Bible formed a

special feature of the labours of Robert Estienne; and this, thanks to

the hatred of the priests, whose stronghold was in Sorbonne, brought

upon him the bitterest persecution. To print the Latin Vulgate for

every one to read was bad enough, but when Robert Estienne published

his three-column Polyglot, with Hebrew on one side and Greek on the

other--Christ between two thieves, as they called it--their rage

knew no bounds. So fierce was the persecution that had our printer

stayed in Paris, he would probably have been, like Dolet, burnt

alive. So in 1551, having under various pretences sent away his

family, he despatched his types also, and quietly followed to Geneva,

where, although subjected to many annoyances, chiefly due to his own

ill-considered opposition to the civil government, he was allowed to

print without hindrance. Here he embraced the Protestant faith; and

in 1559, after a life of manly and unselfish labour, embittered by

the persecution of those who ought to have been his best friends, but

sweetened by the knowledge that his toils and sufferings were for the

benefit of mankind, he died.

HENRI II succeeded his father at an early age, and followed in his

footsteps. He travelled extensively in all the chief countries of

Europe, returning laden with new MSS. and new ideas, which were soon

apparent in his books. At one time he worked for about a year in the

printing-office of Paulus Manutius, after which he returned to Geneva,

devoting himself with fresh energy to his work. His father left him

the Genevan printing-office on condition of his carrying it on in

that city. This restriction was very irksome to him, and what with

quarrelling with the authorities and constant journeyings, his business

greatly declined, and in 1570 he was insolvent, dying some years later.

The work he got through in his prime was immense, and often prolonged

for so many hours at a time as seriously to injure both mind and body.

His mental attainments and general knowledge were very great, but

employed fitfully.

The old typographical fame of France has been well maintained in

more modern times by the Didot family, whose history from 1713 to

the present time is the history of French printing for that period.

PIERRE DIDOT (1761-1853) not only emulated Bodoni in the beauty

of his workmanship, but took extreme care--more, indeed, than the

great Italian Printer--to have accuracy of text. He was an excellent

classical scholar, and himself read for press the works of which he was

most proud.

Nor must we omit to mention his nephew, AMBROSE FIRMIN DIDOT, who, in

addition to his intimate knowledge of classic literature, was a good

antiquarian, learned in bibliography, a first-rate connoisseur of old

engravings, and a weighty writer upon all subjects connected with his

own art.

France indeed may well be proud of her position in typographical

history. Other cities may boast of individual celebrities, an Aldus,

or the Elseviers, a Plantin, a Bodoni, or a Baskerville. But at Paris,

from Gering, through Verard, Badius, Ascensius, Kerver, the Estiennes,

Dolet, the great Didot family, and numerous others, there has been such

an unbroken succession of great and famous printers as must always

command the wonder and admiration of posterity.

It should be added that several French printers, in modern times, have

laboured for the mental improvement of the men and boys employed by

them, and with considerable success. The efforts of M. A. CHAIX, of

Paris, in this direction have received emphatic acknowledgment from the

State and all philanthropists.

SEBASTIAN CRAMOISY, who by the order of Louis XIII founded the Royal

Printing-office, must not be overlooked; nor must ANTOINE VITRÉ, who

combined excellence of typefounding with excellence of printing. He was

the first in all France to print with Syriac types. His famous Polyglot

Bible of 1645 keeps his memory green among bibliophiles.

SWITZERLAND

May justly pride herself on being the mother of Parisian, and therefore

of French, typography. To one of her sons, ULRIC GERING, who, with two

companions left Basle, and began printing at the Sorbonne, France owes

her first press. At Basle, too, JEAN AMERBACH gained great reputation

in the beginning of the sixteenth century, as also did OPERINUS. But

the most famous printer was JOHN FROBEN, of Basle, who was justly

proud of his accuracy. Competition, and consequent reduction in price,

were evils strongly felt and resented by Froben. In his Preface to the

Concordance of 1525 appears the following dialogue, which is somewhat

curtailed from the original:--

“CUSTOMER.--Well, Froben, what book have you there?

FROBEN.--One which is equally your interest to buy as mine to

sell.

CUSTOMER.--Something quite new, then?

FROBEN.--Neither new nor old, for it is both.

CUSTOMER.--You talk in riddles.

FROBEN.--It is a book called ‘The Concordance to the Sacred

Scriptures.’

CUSTOMER.--Why, that has been printed ever so many times.

FROBEN.--True! but if I have reprinted it, it is for the good

of all. The sun itself does not appear every day, when it

does shine it is just the same sun, while my book here is a

decided improvement on the usual text.

CUSTOMER.--You can assure me of its correctness.

FROBEN.--You know that it is almost an impossibility to ensure

positive freedom from error, but if the care I have

bestowed upon it has not been thrown away you will find it

very correct. Moreover, there is more in it than in the

previous edition.

CUSTOMER.--I congratulate you, but I fear you will get but

little credit for all your labour; besides, do you not find

so much toil hastens old age?

FROBEN.--What matters it? ’Tis my destiny. And if she does

bring me old age and its troubles, you have the power to

ease them.

CUSTOMER.--Indeed, how?

FROBEN.--By purchasing this volume at once, and thanking me for

offering it to you.

CUSTOMER.--But have you no compunction in thus selling your own

child?

FROBEN.--Not the least. It was for you and not myself that I

begot it.

CUSTOMER.--What is its price?

FROBEN.--Stoop, and I will whisper it in your ear.

CUSTOMER.--Oh! goodness; much too dear.

FROBEN.--There! take it home and look at it. If you then repent

your bargain I will return your money.

CUSTOMER.--You could not say fairer.

FROBEN.--Everyone can be prodigal of words, but Froben holds to

what he promises.

CUSTOMER.--Here, then, is the purchase-money in full tale.

FROBEN.--And here is the book in good condition, and I hope we

shall both be pleased.”

THE NETHERLANDS.

J. BELLAERT, of Haarlem, 1483, is the first printer whose name we find

in Dutch typographical annals; and of the numerous other names in the

fifteenth and sixteenth century, but few call for special notice.

Perhaps the most celebrated printer who flourished in Holland was

ABRAHAM ELSEVIER, who was born at Leyden in 1592. Baillet calls him

“the Prince of Printers, not only in Holland, but throughout all

Europe,” and no doubt for many years that character was true. The

family flourished for more than one hundred and thirty years as

printers, and to this day some of the books which issued from their

presses are among the chief treasures of the bibliophile.

W. J. BLAEU, in the early part of the seventeenth century, was not

only remarkable for the excellence and diminutive size of the books he

issued, but deserves honourable mention for greatly improving the old

wooden presses used in his day.

The “Pensioners” of Holland and the “Doges” of Venice were important

persons in their day; that day has passed, and now who thinks much

about them? But our Elseviers and Aldines live still, not in name only,

but as vital realities; and their books continue to be prized not only

for their beauty and rarity, but for the standard accuracy of the text.

BELGIUM.

After the printers who first brought the art to Belgium we meet with no

one of special note until the time of CHRISTOPHER PLANTIN, (_Portrait

on_ p. 76.) who founded a family of printers of world-wide fame. His

great Polyglot Bible of eight folio volumes, published in 1569-72, is

a wonder of erudition and good workmanship. The last descendant of the

family, ED. MORETUS, has lately disposed of the old house and all its

contents to the town of Antwerp, who have opened it to the public as

a museum, where may be seen five portraits of the family painted by

Rubens, and many other noteworthy objects of art and typography. No one

should visit Antwerp without paying a visit to this most interesting

museum.

[Illustration: THE PLANTIN MUSEUM, AT ANTWERP.]

[Illustration: PORTRAIT OF CHRISTOPHER PLANTIN.]

SPAIN.

The only name of great repute in this country is that of IBARRA, who

printed some excellent books at Madrid in the Bodoni style. He died in

1785.

ENGLAND.

After the death of Caxton, in 1491, his workmen set up for themselves.

WYNKEN DE WORDE, who succeeded his master, was the most celebrated,

and issued many hundreds of books. Dibdin, some seventy years ago,

quoted over 400, and there are probably now more than 600 known to

bibliographers, the whole sadly in want of an enthusiast who would

devote a few years to their study. PYNSON and WOLFFE were prolific

typographers, and JOHN DAY, the printer of the Reformation, gave

to the world over 350 books. In the 16th century, however, the

Government interfered and placed the Press under severe restrictions,

upon pretence of stopping treasonable and heretical publications. A

series of barbarous enactments soon reduced printing to a dangerous

and unremunerative employment. The effects were seen at once by the

degraded condition to which both master printers and their workmen were

reduced; ignorance and incapacity being the leading characteristics of

the craft, instead of learning and intelligence. Thus, while in France

and Germany the printer held an honourable position, above that of

the trader, in England he was a mere slave to the Stationers, to whom

Government deputed tyrannical powers of oppression and suppression.

[Illustration: PORTRAIT OF JOHN DAY. 1562.]

[Illustration: JOHN DAY’S TRADE MARK.]

With the restoration of freedom a great improvement took place; and

the names of JOHN CAVE, who originated the _Gentleman’s Magazine_, the

WOODFALLS, JOHN NICHOLS, BENSLEY, BASKERVILLE, and others, raised the

fame of English printers to a great height. The SPOTTISWOODE family are

also celebrated in our typographical annals, and none more so than

the philosopher, the antiquarian, the great man of science, the hard

working printer, and the warm friend, WILLIAM SPOTTISWOODE, F.S.A.,

F.R.S., who died in 1881.

[Illustration: WILLIAM SPOTTISWOODE.]

AMERICA.

In the New World, the most famous name in the annals of printing is

that of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, who, as a lad, learned his trade in the

printing-office of Samuel Palmer, in London, in 1724. On his return

to his native country two years later, he entered into business as

a printer in Philadelphia. His literary and scientific tastes soon

made him a man of mark, and America to this day claims few more

distinguished sons than the philosopher and statesman, one of whose

chief boasts it was that he had served his time at the press. The

actual press at which he worked in London is still in existence, and is

preserved by his countrymen, as a precious relic, in the Smithsonian

Institute, at Washington. (_See a cut of this press on_ p. 56.)

In our own days, America has, in the person of THEO. L. DE VINNE, of

New York, a worthy type of the enlightened and artistic printer.

[Illustration: BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.]

[Illustration: Fac-simile Letter of Benjamin Franklin.]

[Illustration: STATIONERS’ HALL.]

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DEUTERONOMY.

“_They have sought out many inventions._”--

ECCLES.

[Illustration]

DEUTERONOMY.

In Leviticus we traced the laws which governed the earliest stage

of the printing-press. In Deuteronomy--which is the repetition and

development of the law--we see an expansion and a second birth of the

press, almost equal in importance to the first--viz., the invention

of the Steam Printing Machine. The advance then made towards rapid

and cheap printing has had almost as revolutionary an effect on the

education and opinions of the nineteenth century masses as had the

original invention of printing upon the sixteenth century middle-class.

And as at first the art of printing was developed and improved both in

excellence and speed for many a year after Gutenberg, so the modern

machine, which started in 1814, is still developing its wonderful

capacity for improvement and speed until the mind wonders if any limit

can be assigned to its powers.

In 1790 all printing was effected by hand-labour. The types were

hand-cast--the compositors’ hands were employed in arranging them--the

paper was hand-made--the pressman’s muscles were called into play to

handle the bar. Sheet by sheet he took up the paper and placed it

in position upon the tympan, brought down the frisket to keep it in

place, turned it over upon the ready-inked type, ran the whole by means

of a winch under the press, pulled the bar or lever which gave the

impression, turned the winch again, raised the tympan and frisket, and

released the now-printed sheet. This series of movements, all requisite

to print one side only, took really a shorter time in action than is

here taken in the description; but the strongest workman, with muscles

indurated by years of labour, could, with the help of a “fly-boy” to

take off the sheets, and a “partner” to beat the form, scarcely exceed

250 pulls per hour, and that only on one side of a sheet--a snail-pace

at which all _cheap_ printing was impossible.

In this same year, 1790, the shadow of a great change soon to be

effected in printing was thrown upon the scene. John Nicholson, a

clever mechanician, took out a patent for printing by machinery, in

which he specified those very principles of action which have been

the basis of every successful printing machine since made. Nicholson,

although clever in many ways, had none of the qualities which

ensure success in life. Improvident, without tenacity of purpose or

perseverance, his brains benefited others but not himself, and he died

in 1815 without seeing the success of any of his numerous inventions.

Until the year 1811, when Kœnig succeeded in the attempt, the

possibility of a machine being invented which could successfully

perform all the varied operations just described was considered by

all master printers as a scheme fit only for Utopia. Thus it happened

that Nicholson, bankrupt and disheartened by misfortune, let his plans

slumber in the Patent Office neglected and unnoticed, simply because no

one had sufficient faith in him to advance capital for the purposes of

experiment.

[Illustration: CENTENARY MEDAL OF THE WALTERS, OF “THE TIMES.” 1885.]

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