CHANCE READINGS

Interdum speciosa locis morataque recte

Fabula nullius veneris, sine pondere et arte,

Valdius oblectat populum meliusque moratur

Quam versus inopes rerum nugaeque canorae.--HOR.

It is the custom of the Mahometans, if they see any printed or written

paper upon the ground, to take it up and lay it aside carefully, as not

knowing but it may contain some piece of their Alcoran. I must confess I

have so much of the Mussulman in me, that I cannot forbear looking into

every printed paper which comes in my way, under whatsoever despicable

circumstances it may appear; for as no mortal author, in the ordinary

fate and vicissitude of things, knows to what use his works may some

time or other be applied, a man may often meet with very celebrated

names in a paper of tobacco. I have lighted my pipe more than once with

the writings of a prelate; and know a friend of mine, who, for these

several years, has converted the essays of a man of quality into a kind

of fringe for his candlesticks. I remember in particular, after having

read over a poem of an eminent author on a victory, I met with several

fragments of it upon the next rejoicing day, which had been employed in

squibs and crackers, and by that means celebrated its subject in a

double capacity. I once met with a page of Mr. Baxter under a Christmas

pie. Whether or no the pastry-cook had made use of it through chance or

waggery, for the defence of that superstitious _viande_, I know not; but

upon the perusal of it, I conceived so good an idea of the author's

piety, that I bought the whole book. I have often profited by these

accidental readings, and have sometimes found very curious pieces, that

are either out of print, or not to be met with in the shops of our

London booksellers. For this reason, when my friends take a survey of my

library, they are very much surprised to find, upon the shelf of folios,

two long band-boxes standing upright among my books, till I let them see

that they are both of them lined with deep erudition and abstruse

literature.--J. ADDISON. _Spectator_, 85.

The Book-Lovers' Anthology · 第 311 / 714 题