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BOOK-COLLECTOR

A General Survey of the Pursuit and of those who

have engaged in it at Home and Abroad from

the Earliest Period to the Present Time

WITH AN ACCOUNT OF PUBLIC AND PRIVATE LIBRARIES

AND ANECDOTES OF THEIR FOUNDERS OR OWNERS

AND REMARKS ON BOOKBINDING AND ON

SPECIAL COPIES OF BOOKS

BY

W. CAREW HAZLITT

JOHN GRANT

LONDON

1904

[Illustration: Key to the Characters in the 'Field-day at Sotheby's.']

1 Mr. G. S. Snowden 11 Lord Brabourne 21 Mr. Dykes Campbell

2 Mr. E. Daniell 12 Mr. W. Ward 22 Palmer's boy

3 Mr. Railton 13 Mr. Leighton 23 Dr. Neligan

4 Mr. J. Rimell 14 Mr. E. W. Stibbs 24 Mr. C. Hindley

5 Mr. E. G. Hodge 15 Mr. H. Sotheran 25 Earl of Warwick

6 Mr. J. Toovey 16 Mr. Westell 26 Mr. Molini

7 Mr. B. Quaritch 17 Mr. Walford 27 Mr. H. Stevens

8 Mr. G. J. Ellis 18 Henry 28 Mr. F. Locker-Sampson

9 Mr. J. Roche 19 Mr. Dobell 29 Mr. E. Walford

10 Mr. Reeves 20 Mr. Robson

[Illustration: BOOK SALE AT SOTHEBY'S AUCTION ROOMS.

FROM THE ORIGINAL WASH DRAWING BY H.M. PAGET IN

POSSESSION OF MESS^RS SOTHEBY, WILKINSON & HODGE, LONDON.

CARL HENTSCHEL PH. SC.]

PREFACE

SEVERAL monographs by contemporary scholars on the inexhaustible theme

of Book-Collecting have made their appearance during the last twenty

years. All such undertakings have more or less their independent value

and merit from the fact that each is apt to reflect and preserve the

special experiences and predilections of the immediate author; and so

it happens in the present case. A succession of Essays on the same

subject is bound to traverse the same ground, yet no two of them,

perhaps, work from the same seeing point, and there may be beyond the

topic substantially little in common between them and the rest of the

literature, which has steadily accumulated round this attractive and

fruitful subject for bookman and artist.

During a very long course of years I have had occasion to study books

in all their branches, in almost all tongues, of almost all periods,

personally and closely. No early English volumes, while I have been on

the track, have, if I could help it, escaped my scrutiny; and I have

not let them pass from my hands without noting every particular which

seemed to me important and interesting in a historical, literary,

biographical, and bibliographical respect. The result of these

protracted and laborious investigations is partly manifest in my

_Bibliographical Collections_, 1867-1903, extending to eight octavo

volumes; but a good deal of matter remained, which could not be

utilised in that series or in my other miscellaneous contributions to

_belles lettres_.

So it happened that I found myself the possessor of a considerable

body of information, covering the entire field of Book-Collecting in

Great Britain and Ireland and on the European continent, and

incidentally illustrating such cognate features as Printing Materials,

Binding, and Inscriptions or Autographs, some enhancing the interest

of an already interesting item, others conferring on an otherwise

valueless one a peculiar claim to notice.

My collections insensibly assumed the proportions of the volume now

submitted to the public; and in the process of seeing the sheets

through the press certain supplementary Notes suggested themselves,

and form an Appendix. It has been my endeavour to render the Index as

complete a clue as possible to the whole of the matter within the

covers.

As my thoughts carry me back to the time--it is fifty years--when I

commenced my inquiries into literary antiquities, I see that I have

lived to witness a new Hegira: New Ideas, New Tastes, New Authors. The

American Market and the Shakespear movement[1] have turned everything

and everybody upside down. But Time will prove the friend of some of

us.

In the following pages I have avoided the repetition of particulars to

be found in my _Four Generations of a Literary Family_, 1897, and in

my _Confessions of a Collector_, 1897, so far as they concern the

immediate subject-matter.

W. C. H.

BARNES COMMON, SURREY,

_October 1904_.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] See the writer's _Shakespear, Himself and his Work: A Study from

New Points of View_, second edition, revised, with important

additions, and several facsimiles, 8vo, 1903.

HISTORY OF BOOK-COLLECTING

CHAPTER I

The plan--The writer's practical career--Deficiency of a general

knowledge of the subject--The Printed Book and the Manuscript

independent branches of study--The rich and the poor

collector--Their relative systems and advantages--Great results

achieved by persons of moderate fortune--The Rev. Thomas

Corser--Lamb and Coleridge--Human interest resident in

collections formed by such men, and the genuine pleasure

experienced by the owners--A case or two stated--The Chevalier

D'Eon--The contrary practice--Comparatively early culture in the

provinces and interchange of books--Lady collectors--Rarity of

hereditary libraries--The alterations in the aspect of books--The

Mill a fellow-labourer with the Press--A word about values and

prices--Our social institutions answerable for the difference of

feeling about book-collecting--Districts formerly rich in

libraries--Distributing centres--Possibility of yet unexplored

ground--The Universities and Inns of Court--Successful

book-hunting in Scotland and Ireland--Present gravitation of all

valuable books to London.

A MANUAL for the more immediate and especial use of English-speaking

inquirers is bound to limit itself, in the first place, mainly to the

literary products of the three kingdoms and the colonies; and,

secondly, to a broad and general indication of the various paths which

it is open to any one to pursue according to his tastes or

possibilities, with clues to the best sources of intelligence and

guidance. The English collector, where he crosses the border, as it

were, and admits works of foreign origin into his bookcase, does not

often do so on a large scale; but he may be naturally tempted to make

exceptions in favour of certain _chefs-d'oeuvre_ irrespective of

nationality. There are books and tracts which commend themselves by

their typographical importance, by their direct bearing on maritime

discovery, by their momentous relation to the fine arts, or by their

link with some great personality. These stand out in relief from the

normal category of foreign literature; they speak a language which

should be intelligible to all.

It must be obvious that in a restricted space a writer has no scope

for anecdote and gossip, if they are not actually out of place in a

technical undertaking. Yet we have endeavoured to lay before our

readers, in as legible a form as possible, a view of the subject and

counsel as to the various methods and lines of Collecting.

Such an enterprise as we offer, in the face of several which have

already appeared under various titles and auspices, may at first sight

seem redundant; but perhaps it is not really the case. A book of this

class is, as a rule, written by a scholar for scholars; that is all

very well, and very charming the result is capable of proving. Or,

again, the book is addressed by a bibliographer to bibliographers; and

here there may be, with a vast deal that is highly instructive, a

tendency to bare _technique_, which does not commend itself to many

outside the professional or special lines. It was thought, under these

circumstances, that a new volume, combining readability and a fair

proportion of general interest with practical information and advice,

was entitled to favourable consideration; and the peculiar training of

the present writer during his whole life, at once as a _litterateur_

and a practical bookman, encouraged the idea on his part that it might

well be feasible for him to carry the plan into execution, and produce

a view of a permanently interesting and important subject in all its

branches and aspects, appealing not only to actual book-collectors,

but to those who may naturally desire to learn to what the science and

pursuit amount.

One of the best apologies for book-collecting, and even for the

accumulation of fine books, is that offered by McCulloch in the

preface to his own catalogue. The writer takes occasion to observe,

among other points and arguments: "It is no doubt very easy to

ridicule the taste for fine books and their accumulation in extensive

libraries. But it is not more easy than to ridicule the taste for

whatever is most desirable, as superior clothes, houses, furniture,

and accommodation of every sort. A taste for improved or fine books is

one of the least equivocal marks of the progress of civilisation, and

it is as much to be preferred to a taste for those that are coarse and

ill got up, as a taste for the pictures of Reynolds or Turner is to be

preferred to a taste for the daubs that satisfy the vulgar. A man

acts foolishly, if he spend more money on books or anything else than

he can afford; but the folly will be increased, not diminished, by his

spending it on mean and common rather than on fine and uncommon works.

The latter when sold invariably bring a good price, more perhaps than

was paid for them, whereas the former either bring nothing or next to

nothing."

McCulloch's maternal grandfather was possibly the book-lover from whom

the eminent political economist inherited his taste.

In common with the Manuscript Document and the Autograph Letter, the

Written Book forms such a vast department of inquiry and study, that

it would be undesirable, and indeed almost impracticable, in a volume

of limited extent on book-collecting, to include the consideration of

any collateral subject.

The broad facts regarding our national collections of MSS. are

sufficiently well known, no less than the principal repositories in

which they are to be found and consulted, and the individuals who have

signalised themselves from time to time as owners of this class of

property on various scales or on various principles. Nearly everybody

with any claim to culture is familiar with the names of Cotton,

Arundel, Harley, Lansdowne, Birch, Burney, Egerton, Hardwicke, and

Stowe, in connection with precious assemblages of monuments in the

National Library; Parker, Tanner, Fairfax, Ashmole and others at

Oxford or Cambridge; Carew at Lambeth, and a succession of private

enthusiasts in this direction, either independently or in conjunction

with the printed side--Dering of Surrenden, Le Neve, Martin of

Palgrave, Duke of Buckingham, Sir Thomas Phillipps, Libri, Lord

Ashburnham, Heber, and Bright.

In the case of MSS. it is equally true with printed literature that

the interest and value depend on circumstances, and are liable to

changes and vicissitudes. They may be classified into countries,

periods, and subjects, and their appreciation depends on their

character even more than on their mere rarity. An unique MS. may

possibly be quite worthless. A comparatively common one may command a

good price. How numerous soever the ancient copies of Chaucer's

_Canterbury Tales_ might be, another coming into the open market would

still be an object of keen competition; and where importance is

coupled with scarcity or uniqueness, of course the latter feature

lends a high additional weight to the matter, and multiplies

inquirers.

We must, however, in justice to this branch of the topic and to our

readers, refrain from further pursuit of the discussion of it, as its

adequate treatment would absorb a monograph to the full extent as

ample as the present, and such a Manual is in point of fact a

desideratum--one, too, which the improved state of bibliographical

knowledge would assist in rendering much more satisfactory than was

formerly possible.

The _Rolls of Collectors_ by the present writer afford a convenient

view of the different classes of society in the now United Kingdom,

which from the outset to the present day have created, during unequal

periods of duration, more or less noteworthy centres of literary or

bibliographical gatherings, from the Harley, Roxburghe, Heber, or Huth

level to that of the owner--often not less to be admired or

commended--of the humble shelf-ful of volumes. Here names occur

associated with the most widely varied aims in respect to scope and

compass, yet all in a certain measure participating in the credit of

admitting to their homes products of intellectual industry and

ingenuity beyond such matter as Family Bibles, Directories, Railway

Guides, Charles Lamb's _Biblia-a-Biblia_, and sixpenny or threepenny

editions of popular authors, which constitute the staple decorations

of the average British middle-class household in this nonagenarian

nineteenth century.

So early as the time of the later Stuarts, a movement seems to have

commenced both in England and Scotland, not only in the chief centres,

but in provincial towns, for the education of the middle class, and

even of the higher grade of agriculturists, who sent their children to

schools, and at the same time, in the absence of circulating

libraries, improved their own minds by the exchange of books, as we

perceive in contemporary diaries and correspondence; and Macaulay

doubtless overcolours the ignorance and debasement of the bulk of

society about the period of the Revolution of 1688, apparently in

order to maintain a cue with which he had started. The Diary of John

Richards, a farmer at Warmwell in Dorsetshire, 1697-1702, is an

unimpeachable witness on the other side; it is printed in the

_Retrospective Review_, 1853.

It was about the same date that we find even in Scotland a project for

establishing throughout the country, in every parish, Reference or

Lending Libraries, and some pamphlets on the subject have come down to

us; but we hear nothing more about it. This was in 1699-1702, just

when the indefatigable John Dunton was sending from the press his

multifarious periodical news-books for the benefit of the more

literary sort in South Britain.

The Circulating Library in the United Kingdom in its inception was

intended more particularly for the better-to-do class, and even to-day

its tariff is hardly compatible with very narrow resources. Perhaps

the earliest effort to bring literature within the reach of the

working-man was Charles Knight's scheme of "Book-Clubs for all

Readers," mentioned in a letter to him of 1844 from Dickens.

A remarkable change in the fortunes and tactics of the collector has

arisen from one in our social institutions. The book-hunter of times

past, if he was a resident in the provinces, and worked on a more or less

systematic and ambitious scale--nay, if he merely picked up articles from

year to year which struck his fancy, relied, as he was able to do, on

his country town. Thither gravitated, as a rule, the products of public

and private sales from the surrounding neighbourhood within a fairly wide

radius. If a library was placed in the market, the sale took place on the

premises or at the nearest centre; there was no thought of sending

anything short of a known collection up to London. The transit in the

absence of railways was too inconvenient and costly. These conditions,

which long survived better possibilities, naturally made certain

headquarters throughout the kingdom a perfect Eldorado and Elysium, first

of all for local enthusiasts miles round, and later on for metropolitan

bargain-seekers, who made periodical tours in certain localities at

present as barren as Arabia Petraea.

The principal points appear, so far as existing information goes, to

have been in the North: Newcastle, York, Sheffield, Leeds; in the

Midlands: Birmingham and Manchester; in the West: Plymouth, Exeter,

and Bristol; in the South: Chichester; in the East: Norwich, Yarmouth,

Colchester, Bury, and Ipswich. It was at Chichester that the poet

Collins brought together a certain number of early books, some of the

first rarity; his name is found, too, in the sale catalogues of the

last century as a buyer of such; and the strange and regrettable fact

is, that two or three items, which Thomas Warton actually saw in his

hands, and of which there are no known duplicates, have not so far

been recovered.

East Anglia during a prolonged period was peculiarly rich in holders

and seekers of the Old Book, both manuscript and printed. It formerly

abounded in monastic institutions, affluent county families, and

literary archaeologists. We may mention Lord Petre, the Hanmers of

Mildenhall, the Herveys of Ickworth, the Bunburys of Bury, the

Tollemaches, the Freres, the Fountaines, Sir John Fenn, Martin of

Palgrave, Dawson Turner, and the Rev. John Mitford. It was the same,

as we take elsewhere occasion to show, in the West of England, in the

Midlands, in the Northern counties, and in the South of Scotland. The

absence of ready communication with the metropolis and the relative

insignificance of provincial centres kept libraries together. Their

owners, while the agricultural interest was flourishing, had no motive

for sale, and the inducement to part with such property was far less

powerful, while the competition remained limited.

In Kent: Canterbury and Maidstone; in Surrey: Guildford, Croydon,

Kingston, and even Richmond, may have helped to supply local

requirements to a certain extent. But the Sydneys of Penshurst, the

Oxindens of Barham, the Lee-Warlys, the Barretts of Lee, the Evelyns

of Sayes-Court and Wootton, and others among the gentry of these and

the adjacent shires, probably filled their shelves in principal

measure from the London shops during their periodical visits to the

metropolis for various purposes.

Even in later times the suburbs of London, and now and then such

localities as Woolwich, Reading, Manchester, Shrewsbury, Salisbury,

Wrexham, Conway, Keswick, and Dublin have yielded a prize or so, owing

to the dispersion of some small library in the neighbourhood on the

premises. Otherwise one may prospect the country towns all over the

three kingdoms nowadays, and not see anything save new stock and

penny-box ware. Even the provincial centres are, in general, sterile

enough; but the rural districts are dried up. Every species of

property seems to drift to London.

The Bristol houses, Kerslake, Jefferies, George, Lasbury, often came

across rarities; but it is so no longer. The West has been threaded

through. If there is a section of England where some good things may

yet linger, it is, we should say, in Staffordshire, Lancashire, and

Shropshire, to which might perhaps be added Worcestershire.

The seats of our two ancient Universities, and cathedral cities

generally, have not yielded such ample fruit to the explorer, perhaps

because there has always been a species of magnetic attraction, by

which any spoils of the kind are drawn into the local libraries and

museums. A graduate of Oxford or Cambridge, a canon of this or that

church, a loyal dweller in Winchester or Lincoln, possesses or

discovers a rare volume, and his impulse, if he does not keep it

himself, is to bestow it on his place of residence or education.

Whatever happens, the stranger coming to hunt in these preserves

arrives only in time to learn that the stall or the shop has given up

some unique desideratum a day or two before, and is referred to the

librarian of the college, or to the buyer at such an address, if he

desires to inspect it, which, if his aims are simply commercial, be

sure he does not. The aggravation is already sufficient!

At the same time, the Universities and Inns of Court have been from

time to time the homes of many famous book-collections. Robert Burton,

Anthony Wood, John Selden, Sir David Dundas, Mr. Dyce, Dr. Bliss, Dr.

Bandinel, Dr. Coxe, Mr. Bradshaw, are only a few select names.

In the same way there was a time, and not so distant, when Edinburgh,

and even Dublin, yielded their proportion of finds, and the Duke of

Roxburghe and General Swinton, David Laing and James Maidment,

obtained no insignificant share of their extremely curious and

valuable stores from their own ground. Now the Scotish amateur and

bookseller equally look to the great metropolis for the supply of

their wants, and the North Country libraries are sent up to London for

sale. The capital of Scotland has lost its ancient prestige as a cover

for this sort of sport, and is as unproductive as an ordinary English

provincial town.

From an acquisitive standpoint the locality signifies no longer. The

game is up. The three kingdoms have been well-nigh ransacked and

exhausted. The country town is as bare as a bird's tail of anything

but common-place stuff, bought in the London market, and (if any

dweller in a distant city is simple enough to order it from the

unsophisticated vendor) charged with a good profit and the freight up.

Naturally the provincial dealer, if he stumbles on a gem or two in an

accidental way, takes care that it is sold in no corner, unless it be

at the corner of Wellington Street in the Strand. He considers that

the value may be a matter of doubt, and he leaves it to gentlemen to

decide between them how much it is worth. Do you blame him?

It is a frequently debated point whether at home in Great Britain the

feeling for books, in the collector's sense, is not on the decline;

and, indeed, the causes of such a change are not far to seek. The

acute pressure of business among the wealthy mercantile class, which

principally contributes to the ranks of book-buyers, and the decrease

of resources for such luxuries among the nobility and clergy, might be

sufficient to explain a shrinkage in the demand for the older and

rarer literature in our own and other languages; but there is another

and even more powerful agency at work which operates in the same

direction, and is adverse to the investment of money in objects which

do not appeal directly to the eye. The _bibliophile_ discovers, when

he has expended a small fortune (or perhaps a large one) in the

formation of a library, that his friends evince no interest in it,

have no desire to enter the room where the cases are kept, do not

understand what they are told about this or that precious

acquisition, and turn on their heel to look at the pictures, the

antique furniture, or the china. This undoubtedly wide-spread

sentiment strikes a very serious blow at a pursuit in which the

enthusiast meets with slight sympathy or encouragement, unless it is

at the hands of the dealers, naturally bound for their own sakes to

keep him in heart by sympathy and flattery. Doubtless the present

aspect of the question might have become ere now more serious, had it

not been for the American market and the extension of the system of

public and free libraries.

But, on the other hand, while enormous numbers of books are sold under

the hammer year by year, there must be an approximately proportionate

demand and an inexhaustible market, or the book trade could not keep

pace with the auctioneers; and, moreover, we may be in a transitional

state in some respects, and may be succeeded by those whose appetite

for the older literature will be keener than it ever was.

The complaint of a superabundance of books of all kinds is not a new

one. It goes back at least to the reign of Elizabeth and the age of

Shakespeare, for in 1594, in a sermon preached at Paul's Cross, a

divine says:--

"There is no ende of making Bookes, and much reading is a

wearinesse to the flesh, and in our carelesse daies bookes may

rather seeme to want readers, than readers to want bookes."

No one should be too positive whether it is to the rich or to the poor

book-collector that the romantic element chiefly or more powerfully

attaches itself. It has been our lot to enjoy the acquaintance of both

classes, and we hesitate to pronounce any decided opinion. There is

the unquestionable triumph of the man with a full purse or an

inexhaustible banking account, who has merely to resolve upon a

purchase or a series of purchases, and to write a cheque for the sum

total. He is no sooner recognised by the members of the trade as a

zealous enthusiast and a liberal paymaster, than offers arrive, and

continue to arrive, from all sides. He is not asked to take any

trouble; his library is an object of solicitude to everybody who has

anything to sell; the order on his bankers is all that his humble

servants desire. He finds himself, after the lapse of a decade or so,

the master of a splendid collection, without having once known what it

was to get disagreeably warm or anxious in the pursuit of a volume, to

deliberate whether he could afford to buy it, or to submit to the

ordeal of attending an auction, one of a motley throng in a fetid

atmosphere. All these trials he has been spared; he has collected with

kid gloves.

On the contrary, a good deal may be said in favour of the amateur of

moderate fortune, who by personal judgment slowly accumulates an

important and enviable assemblage of literary monuments, like the Rev.

Thomas Corser, who spent L9000 during a lifetime on books, which

realised L20,000, and would now bring thrice as much, and perhaps

even more; and in that of men such as Charles Lamb and Samuel Taylor

Coleridge, who had to pause before they laid out a few shillings in

this way. The history of Lamb's books is more humanly interesting than

the history of the Huth or Grenville library; as chattels or furniture

they were worthless; they were generally the poorest copies

imaginable; but if they did not cost money, they often cost thought;

they sometimes involved a sacrifice, if the price was in the high

altitude of a sovereign. In the case of Lamb, the sister's opinion was

sought, and the matter lay ever so long in abeyance before the final

decision was taken, and Lamb hastened to the shop, uncertain if he

might not be too late, if the person whom he saw emerging as he

entered might not have _his_ book in his pocket. Here was payment in

full for the prize; the coin handed to the vendor was nothing to it;

Lamb had laid out more than the value in many a sleepless night and

many an anxious calculation. Lamb, although he probably never bound a

volume of his own in his life, or purchased one for the sake of its

cover, could grow enthusiastic over his favourite _Duchess of

Newcastle_, and declare that no casket was rich enough, no casing

sufficiently durable, to honour and keep safe such a jewel.

Collectors of the abstract type looked, and still look, at the essence

or soul--at the object pure and simple. A book is a book for a' that.

It may be imperfect, soiled, wormed, cropped, shabbily bound--all

those things belong to its years; let it suffice that there is just

enough of the author to be got in glimpses here and there to enable

the proprietor of him in type to judge his quality and power. That is

what such men as Lamb wanted--all they wanted. A copy of Burton's

_Anatomy_, of Wither's _Emblems_, or Browne's _Urn-Burial_, in the

best and newest morocco, was apt to be a hinderance to their enjoyment

of the beauties of the text, was almost bound to strike them as an

intrusion and an impertinence--perchance as a sort of sacrilege--as

though the maker of the cover was seeking to place himself on a level

with the maker of the book. Nor are there wanting successive renewers

of this school of collector--of men who have bought books and other

literary property for their own sake, for their intrinsic worth,

irrespectively of rarity and price. A relative of the writer devoted a

long life--a very long one--to the acquisition of what struck him as

being curious and interesting in its way and fell within his

resources, which were never too ample; and in the end he succeeded in

gathering together, without much technical knowledge of the subject, a

fairly large assortment of volumes, not appealing for the most part to

the severer taste of the more fastidious and wealthier amateur, but

endeared to him at least, as Lamb's were, by the circumstances under

which they came to his hands. Each one had its _historiette_. This

gentleman represented, as I say, a type, and a very genuine and

laudable one, too. I admired, almost envied him, not in his

possession, but in his enjoyment of these treasures; they were to him

as the apple of his eye. When I speak of him as a type, I mean that

the same phenomenon still exists. In a letter of 1898 from the extreme

North of England there is the ensuing passage, which strongly

impressed my fancy: "Ever since I had a house of my own--nearly twenty

years--I have been a collector of books on a humble scale. . . .

Still, by being continually on the look-out for 'bargains,' I have

managed to gather between three and four thousand volumes together,

chiefly of a poetical nature." Now, to my apprehension, the present

aspect of the matter touches a higher or deeper chord than that

reached by the owner of the most splendid library in the universe; for

all this Heliconian harvest signified personal search and personal

sacrifice.

We do not always bear in mind that the rare books of to-day were the

current literature not merely of, but long posterior to, the period of

their appearance. They suffered two kinds and stages of deterioration

and waste. While they remained in vogue among readers and students,

they necessarily submitted to a succession of more or less indifferent

owners, who regarded without much concern objects which it was in

their power to replace without much difficulty. The worst day dawned,

however, for our ancient literature, especially that of a fugitive or

sentimental class, when it had ceased to be in demand for practical

purposes, and was not yet ripe for the men, in whose eyes it could

only possess archaeological attractions. Independently of destruction

by accidental fires, a century or two of neglect proved fatal to

millions of volumes or other literary records in pamphlet or

broadsheet form; and as tastes changed, the mill and the fire

successively consumed the discarded favourites of bygone generations,

just as at the present moment we pulp or burn from day to day

cartloads of old science, and theology, and law, and fiction, and ever

so much more, preparing to grow unique.

The Mill has been as busy as the Press all these centuries on which we

look back. It has neither eyes nor ears, nor has it compassion; it

unrelentingly grinds and consumes all that comes in its way; age after

age it has reduced to dust what the men of the time refuse in the

presence of something newer, and, as they hold, better. The printers

of each generation, from those of Mainz downward, lent themselves, not

unnaturally, not unwisely, to subjects in the first place (by way of

experiment) which were not costly, and secondly to such as appealed to

contemporary taste and patronage. We find under the former head

Indulgences, Proclamations, Broadsides, Ballads; under the second,

Church Service Books of all kinds, succeeded after a while by certain

of the Classics. The impressions long remained limited; and continual

use and subsequent neglect accomplished between them the task of

creating the modern bibliographical and bibliomaniacal schools.

Even in Anglo-Saxon times the ferocity of warfare and the ravages of

invasion on invasion, coupled with the scanty diffusion of literary

taste, destroyed many of the monastic libraries. But, which is

stranger and less excusable, even down to the second half of the

seventeenth century, down to Aubrey's day, the greatest havoc

continued to be made in this way alike among printed books and MSS.,

the latter being used for all sorts of utilitarian purposes--even as

bungs for beer-barrels. In our own period it is immeasurably sadder

and more astonishing to learn that, besides the losses arising from

casual conflagrations to public and private libraries, the old

vandalism is not extinct, and that nothing is sacred in its eyes, not

even the priceless muniments of a cathedral church.

What must the aggregate have become, if such a process had not been

steadily in operation all these centuries! And, even as it is, the

dispersion of old libraries, like those of Johnson of Spalding and

Skene of Skene, encourages the waste-paper dealer to believe that the

end is not yet reached. The frequenter of the auction-rooms of London

alone has perpetually under his eyes a mountain of illegible printed

matter sufficient to overload the shoulders of Atlas.

Bibliomania has as many heads as the famed Briareus; but it seldom

lifts more than two or three at once. Perhaps it would be impossible

to name any variety of fancy which has not at some time entered into

the pursuit which we are just now attempting to illustrate. The love

of the book without regard to the binding, or of the binding

irrespectively of the book; the fashion for works with woodcuts, of

certain printers, of certain places, of certain dates; the

establishment of a fixed rule as to a subject or a group of subjects,

taken up collectively or in succession; a limitation as to price or as

to size, for a candidate for admittance to some cabinets may not

exceed so many inches in altitude; it must go back to the century

which produced it, to be rewritten or reprinted, ere it may have a

place.

It is said of the elder Wertheimer that, when some one expressed his

astonishment at the price which he had given for an item, and even

insinuated his want of wisdom, he retorted pleasantly that he might be

a fool, but he thought that he knew greater ones than himself.

Do we not under existing conditions view with too uncharitable

sentiments the marvellous good fortune of the book-hunters of the last

century, at the very outset of a revival of the taste for our own

vernacular literature? Does it not seem tantalising to hear that

Warton the historian could pick up for sixpence a volume containing

_Venus and Adonis_, 1596, and seven other precious _morceaux_, off a

broker's counter in Salisbury, when the British Museum gave at the

Daniel sale L336 for the Shakespeare alone? What a thrill passes

through the veins, as we read of Rodd the bookseller meeting at a

marine store-shop on Saffron Hill, somewhere about the thirties, with

a volume of Elizabethan tracts, and having it weighed out to him at

threepence three-farthings! Our space is far more limited than such

anecdotes; but they all strike us as pointing the same moral. If one

happens on a Caxton or a quarto Shakespeare to-day for a trifle, it is

the isolated ignorance of the possessor which befriends one. But till

the market came for these things, the price for what very few wanted

was naturally low; and an acquirer like George Steevens, Edward

Capell, or Edmond Malone was scarcely apt to feel the keen

gratification on meeting with some unique find that a man would now

do, seeing that its rarity was yet unascertained, and even had it been

so, was not likely to awaken much sensation.

Low prices do not alone establish cheapness. Cheap books are those

which are obtained by accident under the current value. In the time of

the later Stuarts, Narcissus Luttrell found from one penny to sixpence

sufficient to satisfy the shopkeepers with whom he dealt for some of

the most precious volumes in our language; and a shilling commanded a

Caxton. The Huths of those days could not lay out their money in these

things; they had to take up the ancient typography in the form of the

classics, or large-paper copies of contemporary historians, or the

publications of Hearne.

We do not know that the celebrated Chevalier D'Eon was singular in his

views as a collector in the last century. He bought in chief measure,

if we may judge from a document before us, what we should now term

nondescripts, and in the aggregate gave a very handsome price at a

London auction in 1771 for an assemblage of items at present

procurable, if any one wanted them, at a far lower rate. There is not

a lot throughout which would recommend itself to modern taste, save

the _Cuisinier Francois_, and perhaps that was not in the old morocco

livery considered by judges as _de rigueur_. We append the

auctioneer's account entire, because it exhibits a fair example of the

class of book which not only Frenchmen, but ourselves, sought at that

time more than those for which we have long learned to compete, and

which were then offered under the hammer by the bundle, if not by the

basketful. For L8, 4s., a hundred and twenty-five years ago, how many

quarto Shakespears could one have acquired?

THE CHEVALIER D'EON,

_Bought of Baker & Leigh_.

L s. d.

Catalogus Librorum MSS. Angl. et Hibern 0 7 6

Index Librorum Bibliothecae Barberinae, 2 vols. 0 10 6

Reading Catal. Lib. in Collegio Sionensi 0 4 0

Le Long, Bibliotheque Hist. de la France 0 9 0

Voyage Literaire de deux Religieux Benedictins 0 5 0

Histoire de Demelez de la Cour de France 0 2 6

Memoires sur le Rang entre les Souv. de l'Europe, &c. 0 2 6

Discours Politiques sur Tacite, par Josseval 0 2 0

Dictionnaire Mathematique, par Ozanam 0 5 0

Dictionnaire Practique du Bon Menager de Campagne,

par Liger, 2 vols. 0 6 0

Leland agt. Bolingbroke's Study of History 0 2 0

Mutel's Causes of the Corruption of Christians 0 1 0

Bindon on Commerce 0 2 6

Essay on Money, Trade, War, Banks, &c. 0 1 0

England's Gazetteer, 3 vols. 0 7 6

Halifax's Advice to a Daughter 0 1 0

Tresor de la Pratique de Medecine, 3 vols. 0 4 0

Seneque de la Consolation de la Mort 0 1 0

Tacite (la Morale de) par Houssaie 0 1 6

Tite Live reduit en Maximes 0 1 0

Gracien l'Homme Universel 0 1 6

L'Ecole de l'Homme 0 2 6

Memoire pour diminuer le nombre de Preces 0 1 6

Receuil des Edits 0 1 6

Le Secret des Cours, par Walsingham 0 1 6

Receuil de Maximes pour Institut. du Roy 0 1 0

Callieres de la Science du Monde 0 1 0

Traites des Interests des Princes' & Souverains de l'Europe 0 1 0

Sciences des Princes, par Naude, 3 vols. 0 5 0

Etat present du Royaume de Danemarc 0 2 0

Memoires de l'Empire Russien 0 1 6

Memoires & Negociations Secrettes de diverses Cours de

l'Europe par M. la Torre, 5 vols. 0 7 6

Memoires pour Servir a l'Histoire de Corse 0 1 6

Memoires Militaires sur les Anciens, 2 vols. 0 2 0

Histoire Generale de Suisse 0 2 0

Memoire du Card. Richelieu, 5 vols. 0 5 0

La Vie du Card. Richelieu, 2 vols. 0 4 0

La Vie de Mons. Colbert 0 1 6

Voyage de Grece, Egypte, &c. 0 2 0

Voyage du Mont du Levant 0 1 6

Lettres du Card. Richelieu 0 1 0

Lettres d'un Turque a Paris 0 1 6

Lettres Persanes, par Montesquieu 0 3 0

Le Passe Tems Agreable 0 1 6

Essai Politique sur le Commerce 0 2 0

Theorie de l'Impot 0 2 0

Histoire du Systeme des Finances, 1719 & 1720, 6 vols. 0 6 0

Histoire du Commerce, par Huet 0 2 0

Le Vrai Cuisinier Francois 0 1 6

Dictionnaire Neologique 0 2 0

Relations de quelques Religieux, 6 vols. 0 10 6

Reflexions sur l'Edit 0 1 0

Several lots of Pamphlets, 1s. each 0 4 0

Five Pamphlets, at 6d. each 0 2 6

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L8 4 0

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_Jan. 12th, 1771._

Recd. the contents

For Baker and Self,

GEO. LEIGH.

The neglect of our early literature continued, as we have said, down

to the second half of the eighteenth century. Prior to that time, all

the information at our command tends to show that collectors almost

uniformly restricted themselves to the books current in or about their

own time, as we find even Pepys asking Bagford to secure for him, not

Caxtons or Elizabethan books, but items which we should now regard

with comparative or absolute indifference. While some insignificant

trifle, which had happened to go out of print, was sought with

avidity, while editions of the classics and Continental writers, long

since converted to waste paper, were objects of keen rivalry, the most

precious examples of ancient English and Scotish typography and poetry

were obtainable for pence.

A very interesting side to the subject before us is the share

claimable in it by the fair sex. In our two _Rolls of Book-Collectors_

we have included the names of several ladies, who in the seventeenth

and eighteenth centuries, as well as in the earlier part of the

present, established a title to rank among possessors of libraries in

a larger or smaller measure. Two of the most prominent names are

probably those of Miss Richardson Currer, of Eshton Hall, Yorkshire,

and Mrs. Rylands of Manchester, the latter not only the acquirer of

the Althorp treasures, but of a most valuable body of books, ancient

and modern, in augmentation of them. This feature in the annals of

collecting is the more to be borne in mind, in that it has in recent

days declined almost to disappearance, and may be said to be limited

to a few gentlewomen, who pursue special studies, like the Hon. Alicia

Amherst and Mrs. Earle, and bring together for use or reference the

works illustrative of them.

A study of the writer's _Rolls of Book-Collectors_, which embrace over

two thousand names, will satisfy any one that the hereditary or

transmitted collections in this country are very few, if we limit

ourselves to libraries of note, and do not compensate for the long

catalogue of old libraries which have been dispersed even in our own

time. Are there really more than the Miller and the Huth, unless we

add the Spencer or Althorp, kept intact and amplified, yet in the

hands of a stranger? Book-collecting by individuals is, then, mainly a

personal affair, which begins and ends with a life. The continuance

even of the two libraries above mentioned in private hands cannot be

regarded as otherwise than precarious and terminable; the fourth

succession of Miller has just expired in an unexpected manner, and the

destiny of the Britwell treasures is problematical. Rumour has long

since pointed to the Advocates' Library at Edinburgh as the ultimate

reversioner.

In a volume of moderate compass, professedly addressing itself in a

special manner to English collectors, the consideration of foreign

literature must of necessity be a secondary and incidental feature and

element, although it may be quite true that our countrymen and

countrywomen look so frequently aside, as it were, from the literary

productions of their own soil to study those of other lands. In Great

Britain we may be said to be much more cosmopolitan in our

book-collecting tastes than many of our contemporaries on the

Continent of Europe, Germany perhaps excepted. In France, Spain,

Portugal, Italy, and elsewhere, the demand is almost exclusively for

native authors; but the Germans, Americans, and ourselves take a

pride, and a just one, in being more catholic and broad: we see the

advantage, no doubt, and no doubt we reap the fruit, of such a policy.

At the same time, in a monograph of limited scope it is obviously

impossible to embrace even a general view of the enormously wide range

which is before any one who crosses over from his own country to add

to his English possessions even a select collection of books in

foreign languages; and we have confined our efforts in this direction

to an indication of such typical or special works (principally French)

as are usually sought by people in these islands, who resort more or

less to the Continental market. Even prominent Anglo-French amateurs

like Mr. R. S. Turner and Lord Ashburton are found keeping within

certain classes of literature, and certain copies recommendable by

their _provenance_, binding, or graphic peculiarities.

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