The Book Lovers' Anthology

friends, old times, old manners,

E CLUB, OR O

iends of Old Boo

e praises of

treasure of ol

age to print o

, my friends, o

old Banny for

an Ramsay was

s Hortus his br

le volumes (in

he task to print

lume m

ot ours, for he

ft out, or how

e reading he th

e age calls for

lume m

cious, then came

ery letter in

brief words, which

Banny in one

, my friends, o

nny's manhood in

next, and I'm

at worthy so ca

plaid and blasphe

the ears in his

, my friends, o

ll be pleased wit

all, and as sh

n herbs as a

acid, his tem

me out with his

, my friends,

st-beef and print

ic yeditur, ne

ke a brush, and a

steel that was

nd their hands each

lume m

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achieved by ou

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the Press join f

lume m

nd contraband bo

secure from Exc

ommittee and let

ntend in their th

olumes

ur King Jamie, the

umblane and her

aneous they'll a

year to print f

e, my friends, f

bscriptions for

W. S

SELLERS'

volumes, best fri

song as to ch

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ey chant, for th

ve drawn, so 'ti

d be drawn, if they

warble-I t

t valued when

ust finished wen

th plates, such a

professional f

count (not in spi

cut up, and by

cles all fit ins

f our boards, but

or use, and for

r pleasure alon

omes in our gi

our duty and

of need to a l

lost, and whose

nawed through, dust

he shelf our poo

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ck of life may perc

the old heavy p

we start him ag

dition revise

like this a com

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of volumes, neatly ranged within: what happiness did they suggest! And in the window were the spick-and-span new works from London, with the title-pages, and sometimes even the first page of the first chapter, laid wide open: tempting unwary men to begin to read the book, and then, in the impossibility of turning over, to rush blindly in, and buy it! Here too were the dainty frontisp

EL OR

y intended to use, the two worst trades in Europe would be a bookseller's and a sword-

N AND

, as Jerome writes to Vigilantius (Epist. 54): 'It is not for the same man to ascer

nd shall dare

art can wish

ayer cannot

epicure disd

nce, believe m

ks and hoarde

serve mammon and books.

OOR S

found shelter among books, which insult not; and studies, that ask no questions of a youth's finances.

EXPENDITU

book contains such food inexhaustibly; it is a provision for life, and for the best part of us; yet how long most people would look at the best book before they would give the price of a large turbot for it! Though there have been men who have pinched their stomachs and bared their backs to buy a book, whose libraries were cheaper to them, I think, in the end, than most men's dinners are. We are few of us put to such trial, and more the pity; for, indeed, a precious thing is all the more precious to us if it has been won by work or economy; and if public libraries were half as costly as public dinners, or books cost the tenth part of what bracelets do, even foolish men and women might sometimes suspect there was good in reading, as well as in munching and sparkling; whereas the very cheapness

OF BOOK

ractice was to borrow rather than buy, some sort of books, and to be always punctual in restoring them upon the day assigned, and in the interim to swallow of them as much as made for my turn. This obliged

NTS TO

e from its possession. Those students who, though they know much, still thirst to know m

p, the worms, and the rats; one not less common is that of the borrowers, n

ERS OF

ors more formidable than that which I have touched upon; I mean your borrowers of books-those mutilators of collections, spoi

lest of my folios, Opera Bonaventurae, choice and massy divinity, to which its two supporters (school divinity also, but of a lesser calibre,-Bellarmine, and Holy Thomas), showed but as dwarfs,-itself an Ascapart!-that Comberbatch abstracted upon the faith of a theory he holds, which is mo

s indeed the first (of the moderns) to discover its beauties-but so have I known a foolish lover to praise his mistress in the presence of a rival more qualified to carry her off than himself.-Just below, Dodsley's dramas want their fourth volume, where Vittoria Corombona is! The remainder nine

ious calls), picked up, he has forgotten at what odd places, and deposited with as little memory as mine. I take in these orphans, the twice-deserted. These proselytes of the gate are welcome as the true Hebrews. There they stand in conjunction; nat

portunate to carry off with thee, in spite of tears and adjurations to thee to forbear, the Letters of that princely woman, the thrice noble Margaret Newcastle?-knowing at the time, and knowing that I knew also, thou most assured

to harbour suc

ch all ennoblin

thoughts, high thoug

it was unkindly done of thee. Thy wife, too, that part-French, better-part Englishwoman!-that she could fix upon no other treatise to bear away in kindly token of remembering us, than the w

ted) with usury; enriched with annotations, tripling their value. I have had experience. Many are these precious MSS. of his-(in matter oftentimes, and almost in quantity not unfrequently, vying with the originals)-in no very clerky hand-leg

NG AND

n's shelf, without a wish to carry it off: but, I repeat, that I have been much more sinned against than sin

D TO

n vain; of the excitement nevertheless of being a little uneasy whenever we saw him approach it too nearly; of wishing that it could give him a cuff of the cheek with one of its beautiful boards, for presuming to like its beauties as well as ourselves; of liking other people's books, but not at all thinking it proper that they should like ours; of getting perhaps indifferent to it, and then comforting ourselves with the reflection that others are not so, though to no purpose; in short, of all the mixed transport and anxiety to which the exclusiveness of the book-wedded state would be liable; not to mention the impossibility of other people's having any literary offspring from our fair unique, and consequently of the danger of loving any compilations but our own. Really, if we could burn all other copies of our originals, as the Roman Emperor once thought of destroying Homer, this system would be worth thinking of. If we had a good library, we should be in the situation of the Turks with their seraglios, which are a great improvement upon our petty exclusivenesses.

OF BOO

en those who

at's lose,

y anglers-fo

iterar

take some f

read it

mplete their

ng one

bookshelf

ows-neve

n twenty vo

to twenty

nd novels y

-'tis all

nd though the

er 'come

ts lent I l

my tears

take a book

ely extr

lating

y birds a

odd volume

the res

penser qui

er sore w

ve but a q

d I save

Hill were le

was stil

though I thr

llowed u

thing, how

d some air

my Hogg and

eted my

saw my Crab

et's, bac

tide was e

e I lost

d into wh

heir cours

h all my mar

my Marve

erved to kn

es me thu

hile I was

n proved

ng o'er the

amidst t

my Colman

ied off

my Locke, to

ah's pate

y losses

a Home o

ook you let

they c

caught them s

ly went

t now upon

e he stoo

strange, my

ommuni

Suckling i

to swell

as Crusoe's

e to lose

r's works

en hand

since I lo

n has be

h Cotton wen

r too mu

Goldsmith f

I offere

ght, but co

so late

turned to h

was my L

augh, old ca

not Tick

las! I miss

ly mickl

nough my gri

ows to

cannot re

n use m

South, I t

like to o

y Roger Asc

m for my

Horne-and Hor

my treasu

I would Ha

s that it

th little, Wo

rvive i

a bard I

off-with

s would no

so fondl

Primrose,

y has e

s wasting

from thes

've fixed a

rey upon

m young-am

my But

hey ask ab

rton! I

ave made me s

my grie

've cured me

ed my A

think I sh

my ang

y never fo

not left

an Bla

OK OF

olume which we

and leaves coul

corrects, an

read the art

er which wildest

ce extending

ch proud rebels

e, no, perio

like foolish

h coloured vellu

ribands, leavi

iter's sense ne

e our minds do

cture on the

rumm

infinite boo

le I c

re. Antony a

E

God! Mak

d here since t

f Ages! in

seen when he

t this pape

nd after tha

dressed or

who did we

lives, their tho

corn, or fr

his tree, when

, since a

lourished, gre

ever shoul

this harmless

nd feed by

thing; then sl

is skin, which

o'er this

me wisely we

dust; mere

dry and cle

nd saw'st them

d thus, dost

glorious

store trees,

halt make a

only deat

ongst thy w

loved and so

Vau

OOK O

Comedy oft ha

tality's chang

a Volume its a

s a Page and eac

t Time shall ful

Letter shaded, or

youth, glitters

as dark-as the g

els of Wisdom eng

e Heart be her l

stands first it c

ch the Pages ens

first day of L

ents which shall

s next, and, de

beauty, a Gut

we gaze with as

ike a Volume im

els of Wisdom eng

e Heart be her l

mperfect, compl

e Printer is st

bend us early in

f our Author is

on lines is the

hat age and what

Device of the

Founder, whose

els of Wisdom eng

e Heart be her l

mpleted its Boar

e bright and more

, when Life's Vi

ds of Death shall

umed with fresh sp

y Angels, and re

s Author, revi

Edition to f

els of Wisdom eng

e Heart be her l

Tho

OVER TH

fire is s

d the em

e them sti

oment mor

lock, with l

ond the mi

blackened

some forg

ool-boy at

oth were yo

uth and sum

ll their

ght-wind r

there in

dnight an

r, fiercer

rumpets of

oisy chim

ering tong

urmur some

say to me

ht-wind ans

sions that

ess sinks

flicker o

volumes of

masters o

h whose maj

e melody

rp-strings o

the tongue

lting and

rophets, bar

roscope o

dant const

ol the com

ht-wind cri

walk with

long-endu

forges in

mers beat

but the fl

l the hands

sepulchres

laurels o

or a mom

thered leav

at some pa

he flame s

rumours o

the night-

uder, wilde

brand of

he hearth-

wer,-'Tho

that disc

vour is

d is in t

apture of

e the vanqu

gfellow.

old are honoured tombs.-G.

T NECR

great Necromancer, for that he used to ask counsel of the

FOR

doctors, Baco

Boreas thunder

Luna to a d

h-ruler, pote

Bacon bids him,

force of hi

ork, the froli

will I turn

ut Necromanc

ed and framed

phon hammer o

art shall re

engthen Englan

sars lived and

legions Europ

touch a grasse o

t Ninus rear

alls framed

ke to the por

ch as rings the

o the market

he Honourabl

on and Fr

RET OF

custom

o sleep: there tho

eized his book

l, or paunch hi

and with thy k

ss his books;

ot, as I am,

command: they

as I. Burn b

peare. Th

ERS AND

atham: he can write an

O mons

him setting o

ere's a

in his pocket with

then, he is

econd Part of Kin

IN'S

book, my pr

s but twent

ge having an

rge enclosin

xt that looks

rger than the

are of text a

guage that ha

mountains ha

their flanks-yo

n scribbled, cr

densest cond

; but the long

fe have made

read the text

read the comm

mment did I f

Idylls of the

AND

find: my Bible

ast, and loose

loose at once?

him, although 't

Tay

HE SCR

m well adds, 'those boughs and leaves of trees which are plashed for cattle to stand under, in the heat of the day, in summer, so much refresh them with their acceptable shade, as the reading of the Scripture doth recreate and comfort a distressed soul, in sorrow and affliction.' Paul bids us 'pray continually'; quod cibus corpori, lectio animae facit, saith Seneca, 'as mea

E HOL

s guide! how

long seized

st kiss; and

to thee be

he first pu

could not

idst my you

till I lea

uths, when onc

ir nurses to

w consorts ch

ll either h

irst light ga

chase o

or gold, and

ap book had

his vogue; and

mb looks dids

t open woul

nd most se

, with whose

ill, I stru

d art of lo

m'st my sin

ought me home

pearl I sough

peace, and h

favours o

kindness, smi

sures, crown

union, g

ad to, and st

wert my sou

ak'st me go

ects no tong

Book of Go

Vau

ING TH

olly to rejo

e thy well-bough

th thou shalt

rchase be good

y, believe 't,

ely cheap, ex

s. Divine

ONLY T

constantly. Steadily spend all the morning in this

hat is the fruit? Why, now he neither reads the Bible, nor anything else. This is rank enthusiasm.' If you need no book but the Bible, you are got above St. Paul. He wanted others too. 'Bring the books,' s

OF O

h written it down in a book. O give me the book! At any price, give me the book of God. I have it: here is knowledge enough for me. Let me be homo unius libri. Here then I am, f

UNIUS

rned, he answered, 'By reading one book.' The homo unius libri is indeed pro

URES: WHAT

er, of three or four shillings price. Alas! What is the scripture? Give me a ballad, a news-book, George on horseback, or Bevis of Southampto

GRIM'S P

recommend as teaching and enforcing the whole saving truth according to the mind that was in Christ Jesus, as the Pilgrim's Progres

asure. I read it once as a theologian-and let me assure you that there is great theological acumen in the work-once with devotional fee

polish it, you would at once destroy the reality of the vision. For works of imagination should be written in ve

LIKE T

up in your memory and make it the direction of your life: it will make you a wise and a good man. I have been acquainted somewhat with men and books, and have had long experience in learning, and in the world: there

FAMIL

oughts around the

ly!-of anxious

yes, upon thy

bent-her accen

love: whilst I,

reeze-like fa

t of gleaming sp

overed nook for

st: yet would

kindlings of yo

akened spiri

t:-for which,

n! I pour, with

s on the holy

a D. H

OOK O

Bible. He valued it for the beauty of some of its contents, for the dignity of others, and the curiosity of all; though the philosophy of Solomon he thought too Epicurean, and the inconsistencies of other parts afflicted him. His favourite part was the book of Job, which he thought the grandest of tragedies. He projected fou

PRICELE

ned for it, at the Hampton-Court Conference, long since; and now, in 1611, by labour of Reynolds, Chadderton, Dr. Abbot, and other prodigiously learned and earnest persons, 'forty-seven in number,' it comes out beautifully printed; dedicated to the Dread Sovereign; really in part a benefit of his to us. And so we have it here to read, that Book of Books: 'barbarous enough to rouse, tender enough to assuage, and possessing how many other properties,' says Goethe;-possessing this property, inclusive of all, add we, That it is writ

AL FOR

athan more worthy celebration than that of Theseus and Pirithous? Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas? Are the obsolete, threadbare tales of Thebes and Troy half so stored with great, heroical, a

ND PROFA

will, hang r

eloquence of

ashing eye, the

erse as with a

list, ask Tu

high-wrought pe

rhetoric; o

Seneca's sen

Judah's hallo

Isaiah's n

rief of Job; th

astoral Amos;

the tale of Jo

etic, eloqu

brey d

ARD FOR

hose books, being perpetually read in churches, have proved a kind of standard for language, especially to the common people.... As to the greatest parts of our liturgy, compiled long before the translation of the Bible now in use, and lit

D MINE O

implicity,' he says, 'is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scripture and Homer': yet even with Pope a woman is a 'fair', a father is a 'sire', and an old man a 'reverend sage', and so on through all the phrases of that pseudo-Augustan, and most unbiblical, vocabulary

ISH OF T

ousness.... Nay, it is worshipped with a positive idolatry, in extenuation of whose grotesque fanaticism its intrinsic beauty pleads availingly with the man of letters and the scholar. The memory of the dead passes into it. The potent traditions of childhood are stereotyped in its verses. The power of all the griefs and trials of a man is hidden beneath its words. It is the representative of his best moments, and all that there

BLE AN

e old faith and the old virtues? I believe he that knows the most of the country will be the readiest to answer all these questions, as every lover of genius and virtue would desire to hear them answered.... Extraordinary ... has been the unanimity of his critics. While differing widely in their estimates of his character and morale, they have, without a single exception, expressed a lofty idea of his p

IG HA

upper done, wi

e ingle form

o'er, wi' pat

ble, ance his

father reads t

the friend o

de eternal

's ungracio

oyal Bard di

roke of Heaven

tic plaint, an

ah's wild, s

eers that tune

e Cotter's S

MITATION

ht forming plans of self-humiliation and entire devotedness; and, in the ardour of first discovery, renunciation seemed to her the entrance into that satisfaction which she had so long been craving in vain. She had not perceived-how could she until she had lived longer?-the inmost truth of the old monk's outpourings, that renunciation remains sorrow, tho

mpting; it is the chronicle of a solitary, hidden anguish, struggle, trust and triumph-not written on velvet cushions to teach endurance to those who are treading with bleeding feet on the stones. And so it remains to all time a lasting record of human needs and human consolations: the voice of a brother who, ages ago, felt and suff

RY GEO

tla

s and the lasses, and the places which he has recorded in song; we know the scene of 'Tam o' Shanter's' exploit; we know the pastoral landscapes ... and the scenes immortalized in Walter Scott and the old ballads; and, therefore, the book-map of Scotland would present us with the most prominent of these. We should have the Border, with its banditti, towns, and woods; Tweedside, Melrose, and Roslin, 'Edina,' otherwise called Edinburgh and Auld Reekie, or the town of Hume, Robertson, and others; Woodhouselee, and other classical and haunted places; the bower built by the fair hands of 'Bessie Bell' and 'Mary Gray'; the farm-houses of Burns's friends; the scenes of his loves and sorrows; the land of 'Old Mortality', of the 'Gentle Shepherd', and of 'Ossian'. The Highlands, and the great blue billowy domains of heather, would be distinctly marked out, in their most poetical regions; and we should have the tracks of Ben Jonson to Hawthornden, of 'Rob Roy' to his hiding-places, and of 'Jeanie Deans' towards England. Abbotsford, be sure, would not be left out; nor the house of the 'Antiquary'-almost

gl

Comus, of Chaucer and Spenser, of the poets of the Globe and the Mermaid, the wits of Twickenham and Hampton Court. Fleet Street would be Johnson's Fleet Street; the Tower would belong to Julius Caesar; and Blackfriars to Suckling, Vandyke, and the Dunciad. Chronology and the mixture of truth and fiction, that is to say, of one sort of truth and another, would come

el

s of maps,

ants for wa

l venomous creatures (what a pity that the most venomous retain a property as absentees!); and there would be the old Irish kings, and O'Donoghue with his White Horse, and the lady of the 'gold wand' who made the miraculous virgin pilgrimage, and all the other marvels of lakes and ladies, and the Round Towers still remaining to perplex the antiquary, and Goldsmith's 'Deserted Village', and Goldsmith himself, a

YAT'S C

I have seen

very strangel

d patch toget

thee, ill-favo

es I see th

e fit to be

iling brain-pa

grinding jaws w

tomach close

ourt and Count

sdom's eye th

ree that ve

y so full e

sly by fools

gall's ama

full of pulc

rite, but to

wisdom to co

he World's E

FOR DESOL

ry often 'twoul

ollections of b

elf, like the seas

re suited to de

such books as co

proofs, forced to

s wrecked on in sm

might mortify

f printing had t

oe, would to Job

ht dip in, althoug

rnered by fate

shut up every

e books, for such t

n such cases ma

ou wise legis

l. A Fable

ut it has been my fortune to have much oftener seen

FOR TH

and if persons don't know how to use the material, they will suggest nothing. I imagine Madame de Sablé would have the volumes she herself was reading, or those which, being new, contained any matter of present interest, left about, as they would naturally be. I could also fancy that her guests would not feel bound to talk continually, whether they had anything to say or not, but that there might be pauses of not unpleasant silence-a quiet darkness out of which they might be certain that the little stars would glimmer soon. I can believe that in such pauses of repose, some one might open a book, and catch on a suggestive sentence,

ave thy study full of books, than thy

ARY AND

ir H

ts in my study (which your books make a pretty library) and now I find that that room hath a wholesome emblematic use: for having under it a v

RY A GLOR

e, that d

best compani

urt, where ho

sages and p

s, for varie

mperors, and wei

victories, i

account: and

ll-planned sta

constant pleasu

ities? No: be

heap of wealth;

owledge. Lights t

r. The Eld

BRARY

books at all-nothing but a chair or a table, like Epictetus; but I should say that these were philosophers, not lovers of books, if I did not recollect that Montaigne was both. He had a study in a round tower, walled as af

Gentleman in black, or brown, who is, perhaps, half a trustee; with a variety of other jarrings between privacy and publicity, prevent one's settling heartily to work.... A grand private library, which the master of the house also makes his study, never looks to me like a real place of books, much less of authorship. I cannot take kindly to it. It is certainly not out of envy; for three parts of the books are generally trash, and I can seldom think of the rest and the proprietor

rest in the bookcases as well as the books of my friends. I long to me

e choice of a

are. Titus

properly informed, might bring forth something for or

ST

ight-wind wreaked

cean and the r

topsail from it

k a thousand sto

walls the peac

th to slant its

ssed the mild

rtain spread its

task the lonely

evening only

ir its leathern

lcome to som

ts bosom with

plastic, to its

lging, if of g

alter's dream-

ll, the evening

table its e

-bowl's sounding de

rubs, smiling

ld open, as at

primrose frees

ife this dim re

ted when its gu

h friends, an u

alls and cards

wer, never k

rvice, prompt

elves no housewi

iles the monarc

the wreck of c

ngues and breath

lace, and each m

corner of his

tal, won from

s-cornered, ribbed

patriarch of t

century narrow

d, but glorious

letters wrought

tagira's all-e

nchor on his

births of Plato'

mb by jealous

s (dare I ca

Head and Killi

sheets the son

es of smooth-le

, in close, c

wealth the Elz

ions of the

e volumes of a

rgeons all their

ctures, or in

ler, fresh fro

dreamers of a

ber, and the

talk of all th

est,-those name

e, and all ag

itles, where a

lines of par

ance, the chose

re and none can

eatures, whose

copy, or a s

udy,-on the

osaic portra

months the tranq

ads of these min

offspring of

table with its

ve each dull

miss it from the

ok, along whose

eb our wild r

d Hester's fier

ia must be st

. Ho

ING ROOM OF

and he comes in the kindest way, he listens to my doubts and tells me his convictions. So that a library may be regarded as the solemn chamber in which a man can take counsel with all that have been wise and great and good and glorious amongst the men that have gone before him. If we come down for a moment and look at the bare and immediate utilities of a library we find that here a man gets himself ready for his callin

Y A KEY TO

ary, is to look at his books. One gets a notion very speedily of his

e as important to stylish establishments as servants in livery, who sit with folded arms, are to stylish equipages. I suppose those wonderful statues with the folded arms do sometimes chan

ill find a family of readers and almost no library. Some of the most indefatigable devourers of literature have very few books. They belong to book clubs, they haunt the public librari

ENT OF

again for more than thirty years-never do I open it but the scent of the noble pages restores to me all the exultant happiness of that moment when I received it as a prize. Or my Shakespeare, the great Cambridge Shakespeare-it has an odour which carries me yet further back in life; for these volumes belonged to my father, and before I was old enough to read them with under

gentl

d my books, he

library with

above my

peare. Th

SCOPAL

aced on conse

rks of many an

Fathers' rev

which freed a wo

w passed from

, and gained a

Israel drank in s

s, soft as th

cu

ERN L

with hims

much the sa

eemed a won

leaf and Tu

egard at a

homely ru

g he must

t wore with

s thoughts wer

e was not y

to devot

cs or els

ould best hi

ls or a du

ontending ch

y which ne

are oft in

sue, when n

now the sh

d authors sw

man could

e fixed, the s

e eye, the h

ooden volu

r authors

some that b

Mater ne

rees to wri

thus just

l brotherh

eir rivals

d real bloc

hed then i

e Verse and th

h Britannia

is not so

ns of each

ns all ass

rival chie

s still, no

en first in

lumber rou

ment their w

or more con

ne each of w

shelves as we

h him were th

before they f

wisely tau

r merit, but

method

writers by

st needs his

g filled each

a station on

ch sot who foo

(?) Bib

ND UNT

r some protecting King, like Hiero, should preserve them in his library.' 'Prudently have you considered how to preserve all valuable authors.

R'S L

books his eyes

memory of

ed, how there he

o'er, like an i

etcher's half-ea

y of crucif

hakespeare, yet

blotted for

outside meri

other fools)

shelves as due

arents dressed

pictures for

saved by beauti

e shelf with O

th arms, Newcastl

uffering broth

martyrdom of

rary! of Gre

worthy Settle,

e, more solid

f an age that

lept, with Wyn

ood, and one in

pice, like mummi

of Divini

a dreadful f

oaning shelves

volumes, twelve

tapers and d

eizes; these

of pure un

rowns; a fol

pile, of all hi

os, shape the

hday ode compl

. The D

ANDY'S

every book and treatise which had been systematically wrote upon noses, with as much care as my honest uncle Toby had done those upon military architecture.... My father's collection was not great, but, to make amends, it was curious; and consequently he was some time in making it ... he got hold of Prignitz-purchased Scroderus, Andrea Paraeus, Bouchet's Evening Conferences, and above all, the great and learned Hafen Slawkenbergius.... To do justice to Slawkenbergius, he has entered the list with a stronger lance, and taken a much larger career in it than any one man who had ever entered it before him-and indeed, in many respects, deserves to be en-niched as a prototype for all writers, of voluminous works at lea

ho with infinite learning, and from the most candid and scholar-like examination of above four thousand different skulls, in upwards of twenty charnel-houses in Silesia, which he had rummaged--has informed us, that the mensuration and configuration of the

MPSON IN T

e sails of a windmill, shouted 'Prodigious' till the roof rung to his raptures. 'He had never,' he said, 'seen so many books together, except in the College Library;' and now his dignity and delight in being superintendent of the collection, raised him, in his own opinion, almost to the rank of the academical librarian, whom he had always regarded as the greatest and happiest man on earth. Neither were his transports diminished upon a hasty examinati

ood, with leathe

lasps, of sol

d leaves unoped

dging of the w

ck the stubborn

itle stands in

best running hand, forming each letter with the accuracy of a lover writing a valentine, and placed each individually on the destined shelf with all the reverence which I have seen a lady pay to a jar of old china. With all this zeal his labours advanced slowly. He often opened a volume when half-way up the library-steps, fell upon some interesting passage, and, without shifting his inconvenient posture, continued

ppily

laba w

ott. Guy

man,-my

dom larg

peare. Th

SANT'S

eal beside th

ding rests the

ck, not books,

ants, a meat

onder and the

ermon and the h

ssing; each wi

inger in the

corner, farthest

les, and they s

ks for Sunday's

or the Bible

ught by sixpen

ints by famous

notes by many

ubt have rust

stop to reaso

y once agreed,

ive me comme

ep researches

ark and doubtf

glimmering ta

th with nine-f

e point no e

Pilgrim rests

but rude was

early by the

r well the wa

owly gained th

pped and litt

bbled in the s

muddy, mixed wi

ret dreams we

! and never tau

ecks we Fortune

will from Nature'

rle we read,

nd and seeming

want, and soun

he, and there w

ped, these valu

ks, the pedlar'

since, have all

Jew has found

ied to many a

great and Hickert

he, by wizard

rm the giant-bro

iftness on his

rkness on his

harpness in hi

ads of doughty

eyes beheld

eet alarmed t

d their pagan s

headlong, wonder

asant's joy, whe

ted offspring m

The Paris

ARY IN T

books

he secret of

h cases in my

d large,-where, c

iant fossil

nimble mouse b

, I nibbled h

box, pulling t

rror, haste, v

first. And ho

ow, in the mo

e the sun wou

boo

wning. Au

hing, if it were only on the history of pin-head

GNE'S

net, able and large enough to receive fire in winter, and very pleasantly windowen. And if I feared not care more than cost (care which drives and diverts me from all business), I might easily join a convenient gallery of a hundred paces long and twelve broad on each side of it, and upon one floor; having already, for some other purpose, found all the walls raised unto a convenient height. Each retired place requireth a walk. My thoughts are prone to sleep if I sit long. My mind goes not alone, as if ledges did move it. Those that study without books are all in the same case. The form of it is round, and hath no flat side, but what serveth for my table and chair: in which bending or circling manner, at one look it offereth me the full sight of all my books, set round about upon shelves or desks, five ranks one upon another. It hath three bay-windows, of a far-extending, rich a

QUY IN

cuous station others which were of less value and in worse dress, when Sir Thomas entered. You are employed, said he, to your heart

tes

.. except

homas

lgens sibi, d

tes

diseased desire! If I covet more, it is for the wa

e for use.' These books of mine, as you well know, are not drawn up here for display, however much the pride of the eye may be gratified in beholding them; they are on actual service. Whenever they may be dispersed, there is not one amo

ht is a mel

ald, and speeds t

ther in retrospect or in anticipatio

homas

ave made it possible that these books should thus be

tes

Bridget's Revelations, in which not only all the initial letters are illuminated, but every capital throughout the volume was coloured, came from the Carmelite Nunnery at Bruges. That copy of Alain Chartier, from the Jesuits' College at Louvain; that Imago

homas

n the fly-leaf, as carefully as the p

tes

terated in a book, or the plate of his arms defaced. Poor memorials though they be, yet they are something saved for awhile from oblivion; and I should be almos

homas

together,-Papists and P

tes

ighting their old battles, silently now, upon the same shelf: Fernand Lopez and Pedro de Ayala; John de Laet and Barlaeus, with the historians of Joam Fernandes Vieira; Foxe's Martyrs and t

onduits, grave d

ecretary, the

sman, which te

of a city's

chroniclers: an

stic poets

I enjoy; ... health of mind and activity of mind, contentment, cheerfulness, continual employments, and therewith continual pleasure. Suavissima vita indies sentire se fieri meliorem; and this, as Bacon has said, and Clarendon repeated, is the benefit that a studious man enjoys in retirement. To the studies which I have faithfully pursued, I am indebted for friends with whom, hereafter, it will be deemed an honour to have lived in friendship; and as for the enemies which they have procured to me in sufficient numbers, ... happily I am not of the thin-

LAMB'S

ls; now a Chaucer at nine and twopence; now a Montaigne or a Sir Thomas Browne at two shillings; now a Jeremy Taylor; a Spinoza; an old English Dramatist, Prior, and Sir Philip Sidney; and the books are 'neat as imported'. The very perusal of the backs is a 'discipline of humanity'. There Mr. Southey takes his place again with an old Radical friend: there Jeremy Collier is at peace with Dryden: th

IN THE REV. J.

ks could dw

ound capt

in such im

ting mome

o outward s

's most ele

birds, the

eetest m

ds, through t

der strai

broad magn

ale its spi

e eye enrap

of fresh

flowers, and b

of chang

glimpses, br

louds are pe

, in every p

each gif

e mind's amb

's brigh

communion h

the mighty

hose master

ess numbe

ks defy u

ll-surviv

which linger

y echo whi

nhance such h

in conve

boasts a sc

n of h

and talent g

an estimat

Bar

OF THE ANC

first, libraries which are as the shrines where all the relics of the ancient saints, full of true virtue, and that without delusion or imposture, are preserved and reposed; secondly, new editio

HORRIBL

horrible infamy among the grave seniors of other nations. A great number of them which purchased those superstitious mansions, reserved of those library-books, some to serve the jakes, some to scour their candlesticks, and some to rub their boots. Some they sold to the grocers and soap-sellers; some they sent over sea to the bookbinders, not in small number, but at times whole ships full, to the wondering of the foreign nations. Yea, the universities of this realm are not all clear of th

S FOR EV

for that national series in the most perfect way possible; their text printed all on leaves of equal size, broad of margin, and divided into pleasant volumes, light in the hand, beautiful, and strong, and thorough as examples o

LI

light!' God

chaos dar

he dead and f

life and

light at fir

fern and

d plant and b

rude and wi

ge, like wa

uplifting b

length, in

traced on s

lm, on sedge-

lay and leat

thoughts; th

Press was fo

ls woke; the

were dust re

's silence f

s spake, ol

-day, the de

f mind agai

e voices l

word, the s

nd Roman fin

these crow

re treads aga

r paints a

Pantheon's

rance, and li

along the a

thought awa

Whit

ERENCE

institution like this and here is the telescope, here is the microscope, and here the skeleton of the whale. Here are the great picture, the mighty book, the ponderous atlas, the great histories of the world. They are here always ready for the use of every man without his being put to the cost of purchase or the discomfort of giving them house-room. Here are books that we only want to cons

ITISH MUS

built walls, the beams lose their elasticity, and the ripple ceases in the motionless pool. The eyes, responding, forget to turn quickly, and only partially see. Deeper thought and inspiration quit the heart, for they can only exist where the light vibrates and communicates its tone to the soul. If any imagine they shall find thought in many books, certainly they will be disappointed. Thought dwells by the stream and sea, by the hill and in the woodland, in the sunlight a

e eye; the eye grows weary of pictures, but looks again. The mind wearies of books, yet cannot forget that once when they were first opened in youth they gave it hope of knowledge. Those first books exhausted, there is nothing left but words and covers. It seems as if all t

RARY AN

brary of the Museum close at hand. My father spends his mornings in those lata silentia, as Virgil calls the wo

re him, and rubbed his spectacles. 'Pisistratus, a great library is an a

uoth my Uncle Roland, who

raclea!' sai

words,' said the Capt

s old?-I write down my charm on a slip of paper, and a grave magician calls me up Aristophanes.... But it is not that which is awful. It is the presuming to vie with these "spirits elect": to sa

IN A N

hift with the next thing to it; true, there are no desks in the reading-room, but, as I once heard a visitor from the country say, 'it contains a large number of very interesting works.' I know it was not right, and hope the Museum authorities will no

hat a book should be.... On finding myself asked for a contribution to the Universal Review, I went, as I have explained, to the Museum, and presently repaired to bookcase No. 2008 to get my favourite volume. Alas! it was in the room no longer. It was not in use, for its place was filled up already; besides, no one ever used it but myself.... Till I have found a substitute I can write no more, and I do not know how to find even a tolerable one. I should try a volume of Migne's Complete Course of Patrology, but I do not like books in more than one volume, for the volumes vary in thickness, and one never can remember which one took; the four volumes, however, of Bede in Giles's Anglican Fathers are not open to this objection, and I have reserved them for favourable consideration. Mather's Magnalia mi

HT OF A GR

to mankind, whose minds like unto so many candles should be kindled by each other. The thoughts of our deliberation are most accurate: these we vent into our papers. What a happiness is it, that, without all offence of necromancy, I may here call up any of the ancient worthies of learning, whether human or divine, and confer with them of all my doubts! that I can, at pleasure, summon whole synods of reverend fathers and acute doctors from all the coasts of the earth, to give their well-studied judgements, in all points of question, which I propose! Neither can I cast my eye casually upon

ONS IN A

, by natural or casual association, will sometimes suggest themselves to a reflective and imaginative reader, and divert him into secondary trains of ideas.

authors, in long miscellaneous array of ancients and moderns. And that musing may become shaped into ideas like these:-What a number of our busy race have deemed themselves capable of informing and directing the rest of mankind! What a vast amount is collected here of the results of the most strenuous and protracted exertions of so many minds! What were in each o

place beside each other the works of two noted authors, who maintain for truth directly opposite doctrines, or systems of doctrine; and then add a third book which explodes them both? I can take some one book in which the prime spirits of the world, through all time, are brought to

es, and a considerable portion of them old, will sometimes be led into a train of conjectural questions:-Who were they that, in various times and places, have had these in their possession? Perhaps many hands have turned over the leaves, many eyes have passed along the lines. With what measure of intelligence, and of approval or dissent, did those persons respectively follow the train of thoughts? How many of them were

S IN A

uman misery is here commemorated!

kind. His biographers are now disputing whether at one period of his life he was not o

s life, expressed his fear of death, and called upon the Cause of causes to pity him. His slightest thoughts continued to domineer over the world for ages, until they were in some measure sile

ightest, meanes

m has embalme

h, and listened to with submission by all who approached him, his life can scarcely be called a happy one; yet he must have enjoyed some moments of triumph, if not of happiness, in contemplating the severe but well-merited

ere the burni

d into poet

ffering what he

ght into odious prominence, for he was the favourite aut

was one to whom those cares would have been dearest joys, who loved

deep's untr

nd purple se

waves upon

olv'd in star-s

n the san

g of the noo

g round me

m its meas

ny heart now sha

and are said to have been the means of hurrying its author to that world of dream

outh, for deeds

hisper to the

odbines, breathi

uteous passion

authors did not suffer from the severity of the critic or the judge, but were only neglected. If Mephistopheles ever requires rest and seclusion-But, ha

POEM ON T

aders are moving to their pages, in joy or agony, as to the sound of martial instruments-their awaking, as from deep slumber, to speak with miraculous organ, like the shell which has only to be lifted, and 'pleased it remembers its august abodes, and murmurs as the ocean murmurs there'-their power of drawing tears, kindling blushes, awakening laughter, calming or quickening the motions of the life's-blood, lulling to repose, or rousing to restlessness-the meaning which radiates from their quiet countenances-the tale of shame or glory which their title-pages tell-the memories suggested by the character of their authors, and of the readers who have throughout successive centuries perused them-the thrilling thoughts excited by the sight of names and notes inscribed on their margins or blank pages by hands long since mouldered in the dust, or by th

LI

ul, by care and

world, but looks

ject that app

loom and seems

fliction from

way and plac

to silent s

honours of the

louds the sun's

e grove and murm

oul is labouri

body breathe

sailor sighs for

empest, but inv

mirror of th

, and o'er un

every former

calms of life

image of

les and gentl

ad reflections

ghts and litt

nd, when rest

hought, by no d

past, or suffe

w in every f

arted furnis

f, with all her

tubborn sicknes

ins each comfo

earches for c

res, which, with

tions ease the

ef away and leave

f! which feeli

t, nor e'en d

ge art, what m

ind to change

lling from ou

etched, more u

do;-nor this a

ife, and teach

rieved, the stubb

onish, and con

yield to all:

rrow, nor the

d, the selfish

llen from the s

rious people v

jects, what the

Care! to make t

easures of this

e, and, as the

cure, in all h

lth the poor in

ysic the dise

ms that passion'

e, that damp th

ves, by slow

habits of th

eart and o'er t

re their sober

ul man's busy

osed this sil

, but, though d

living lang

ive no more; pr

t open to th

racious Power, w

asting image

ey, and tuneful

elings, in the

has skill an

dictates to the

to please, in

and nations

, when labour's

ts to smile an

lumbers in the

uilt partake t

es the studio

od, who feels h

pe is his, tha

ose, and sleep's

ges may repe

meed be his, for

ospect! when

pring of the

ursed through man

labour, all

t these births

hildren of a

wisest should

ule us, and the

efforts taste

ubled source fro

riumphs, we his

akness in his

erfect all; ye

e, and virtue's

eved, a change of

ere, to feed

their peaceful

oet meets his

nd these silen

lasting mansio

hinks a thousan

tombs of such

ternal fame, t

ll the little

mortals! ye wh

sphere, the l

mmon people o

owd of namel

ours to lead t

's mazes, and t

led by scien

ldered in the

se invites you

placid brows wit

isdom teache

road to happ

nners prompt

flying folli

ye boast, th

ead and rect

ilence, all

lios first, a

eir well-ordere

avos fill a s

nged in more f

band of

uished trifles

play and frit

, where first the

mbly keep their

they fill the

ed, and are bu

xt, a middle r

tful pour their

ts are next thei

lgar tribes a c

ew the form, the

manners, nay t

ood, with leathe

lasps, of sol

leaves, unclosed

dging of the w

ck the stubborn

itle stands in

ge and laboure

ndidate for

no trifling v

osom of that

ghts degrade th

ntence claims a

times, untouch

out their

day, when, afte

tudy, and his

thor's ONE grea

, and length of

ons hailed it

prefixed each

gs received the

the work they

Folly's child, a

wisest, and in

courts to Wisdom

mphant o'er her

favourites of

cted like the

ow this weight

es, the once-lov

invade their

al them from th

eauties, they

nd locks, and li

thers trifling

laboured works t

age, the muc

deeps and shal

rmer note and

spacious margi

ons proved thei

ex, pointing,

emendation s

yond the rubr

ates lighter

folio-Number

ts and comments

ire is numbered

ies abroad, an

tudy, and fro

gements, please

lays, and polit

write be now a

ard by manly

weakness is e

judges are ou

rks, on which

ix, or glides

ed, their decen

first our early

inity! to th

tals, through th

n our hopes and

in, and to cont

pray; when inju

world in ch

these inspired t

bours fill thi

ice, where doub

the long-con

nings, learned

ith prevented

iscord far arou

h inflamed a

atient, peevish

usting and de

esign, in e

ooks, and vengea

e, and sicken

een from yonde

rompted every

ide and still-i

retch their glo

ious strokes the

ight, they murder

vengeance, in th

act the prophe

vil with a z

Jonas, is dis

nger, or wit

dormant fury

soundly by the

rage of con

ots rest like

an here, in

e fiercest of

re with Calv

itions angry

suits simple

e has rest at

for the churc

urch's peace, t

ide, a mystic

Comfort for the

foes Religio

hs, but often f

pride, if weak, th

weakness, who ha

fears the con

ife of dispu

Gospel's peace

against its

eats, behold yo

ed and marked wi

science ever s

genius, and no

rest, a still-i

widening wings t

ght their dubiou

lightly, fly a

ane, and im

me, though vario

igion came to

re then a firm

hen, to plunge

spel that a mo

on fled the g

ide, and visio

Reason has ass

urn, demands

that lies be

dge, will be

then leaves the

uth, without a

both in friend

rring man res

s, well stored w

ce, Philosop

uide, by whose

ral bounds of w

h nature, from t

orbs of yon

great, the golde

gh all, connecti

puzzling, stubb

rior light pur

virtue in the

ffer, yet how

passions war

, now melt the

s around the w

t slowly picks

emory, and the

nd by neither

vine Philoso

awe, she wonde

cending to the

its various f

eamy light with

ir, and weighs t

ightning from th

fiery mischief

olumes teach,-

awn from Nature

ribed, the torpi

e vegetable

bes, in valleys,

flame, and feed

rief, nor joy, no

eart or vex the

n blood moves a

ora on the br

passion, love i

ife, unconsciou

l in Nature's

rning plains,

tribes who on th

man, a master

scene, a world

that well dem

here; for, of

ing volumes rea

state of man

-man, poor, ign

ate improves, t

es, and all its

ld how inexp

ce, the wisdo

roubles of an

res and danger

iseries of th

wealth, and p

ason calms th

nding passion

irtue, glow wi

vice, indulge

, won by eith

se, now keep t

ed, with themse

zzled, vexed,

ice bequeaths a

virtue seeks t

ged, high views

draw, new prin

oul alone resi

tortured body

yonder sage

in, that not

lls the space,

e, her learned

aim-to ease the

ath, and stop

ce whence the fie

t lease on easi

renzy of the

ortures of im

owerful ills al

victim no de

stormy passag

nows no good u

ison where he

vers lodge thei

science they p

in, the solemn

torms, they cal

ide, and fires

ernal scourg

gh that each

ation round a

ill, and hardene

less kills throu

rch these recor

rks, to boast wh

real knowled

h there are) who

h impostor's

lunders pride

wild, what air

prompt a the

evalent, what

ince him his a

lids finds ea

passive fluid

nd some subtle

nnels, but conde

ves, that shun

ore his sub

that warms the

system to the

, a pure and

dation for an

ctor, and supp

favourite ills,

r branch that k

ut contracts

aging in the

evers all his

urking in the

me, by others

astic demons

ptom of the s

ystem of the

ibe, on whom

rs, and ne'er i

ducers of m

nowledge ye co

rs, truth's de

ction, clad i

eaders, who, you

fires, and send

spider round y

slow, her em

and lost in s

ve, and reverend

where the sett

m window, his

olumns, there,

dgements of t

ce the dread c

guardian terror

est that huma

error, oft w

eit, and pract

re, for whom thes

ainly each ex

es it, or whil

e,' the youth

nations knew no

lessed to share

oud of wealth, f

mults vexed ea

empire, no d

man, nor one wh

merit from it

nt climes woul

ights for lu

es which kept

liberty, and

h! each nation

heerless son

s of social li

re that was no

nguid clime h

ttle tyrant's

ves his monarch's

ong his ruder

es of life wer

easures, and h

low degrees t

akened from h

rising from t

land, and poin

on, born wit

ent their spur

e the numerous

l, and these to

insolence of

victim from th

, to yield the

poor with Lux

ood, unbounded, f

eads ungover

lwarks made to

rmed and placed

aks the bounds

se, and stronge

gentle grows t

trong the risin

miner working

s on, and ru

ks, the ample

abric shakes

t and ignora

exalts the savag

nks;-there full

ion her dread

as her doubts

ueries marks t

d nor later d

e, and these are

eals the object

passions and

volumes, see h

rtue from sur

st, and of thei

y sunk to s

er, of fame and

too glorious

e, she stands t

foes to triump

page that paints

ride, his glory

urse, that madd

mphant, and h

ed tyrants, offe

en nation's m

ate the Book o

ts, and Bibles

e taste of our

fane delusion

ns the Tragic

eans, moral

les all passion

som bleeds, an

ping eye surv

s, her terror c

vile to virtue

ptre while they

others is ab

iumph when the

sister Come

folly, for h

ess armed, elu

es the feathere

ds, applauds th

malice, and

se portrays in

stoop to, what p

ls the farce o

atches at the

riance of do

sband, the re

innocence, th

tongue's habi

virtues too o

assion, each

oy in life's

sure, its sub

ht that conscio

ght to live, an

hese? Methink

deur in their

: what though b

t o'er every

eath yon gilded

ervers pass

ame, forbid

rave, should no

en with reveren

ancient worthi

fane! I feel

sions float a

sts through empt

s with staring e

bridges, walls

, demons, dance

se inscribed

nd that becko

hou, thou litt

lord my Clar

ight, Sir Knight

ueen;-for Cla

; and now for

rmour, masks, an

; his recreant

orslet take th

d knights in lon

bondage with m

omes! in all the

ove and unsu

who thus, in

itched, in earl

antment waves h

eauties fill

objects strange

Ignorance a

ever lost, to

atters, and whi

ght: maturer j

d from tales

ants all are

ts, blue, green,

idnight fairy

rry moonshine

ingering fictio

d ghost, is no

wayward wander

wer and shun th

then does rea

eason the de

ht to dream th

ptured on the

nfant mind, to

e imagined pa

ections in t

vanish from t

mile, that onc

ed; the head an

ws to Wisdom's

rudence make a

power and fanci

houghts my min

laves, with tyra

pride that will n

d terrific t

tic sorrow f

yet my heart ad

itic army ra

ace! if ever

rs for offspri

iling o'er

e sudden sent

doubted, and the

udden dashed t

ring much and

the world you

crusty critic

eeble tribute

he fears that

ruth, let mercy

race are ours!

all around t

friends betray

eaten them!-yet

ibe! to ever

ate, and fools

y come, amid

largest portio

e, and cast mi

ught, returned

d to shake, and c

es and ancient

like mists cond

mmer from the

bes they now ap

ge members of

d, that swept h

e, that inward

ouds and darkness

heart: to one

med the Geniu

rian shores

de, and shrunk

, and wrapt in t

ing power broke fo

all; no rules,

woe, no fortit

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der the beginnings of the greatest libraries of Europe (as Democritus said of the world, that it was made up of atoms), we shall find them but small; for how great soever in their present perfection they are now, these Carthages were once Magalia. Libraries are as forests, in which not only tall cedars and oaks are to be found, but bushes too and dwarfis

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gentry esteem of libraries and books, how they neglect and contemn so great a treasure, so inestimable a benefit, as Aesop's cock di

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