The Enemies of Books eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about The Enemies of Books.

The Enemies of Books eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about The Enemies of Books.

Some centuries ago a valuable collection of books was left to the Guildford Endowed Grammar School.  The schoolmaster was to be held personally responsible for the safety of every volume, which, if lost, he was bound to replace.  I am told that one master, to minimize his risk as much as possible, took the following barbarous course:—­As soon as he was in possession, he raised the boards of the schoolroom floor, and, having carefully packed all the books between the joists, had the boards nailed down again.  Little recked he how many rats and mice made their nests there; he was bound to account some day for every single volume, and he saw no way so safe as rigid imprisonment.

The late Sir Thomas Phillipps, of Middle Hill, was a remarkable instance of a bibliotaph.  He bought bibliographical treasures simply to bury them.  His mansion was crammed with books; he purchased whole libraries, and never even saw what he had bought.  Among some of his purchases was the first book printed in the English language, “The Recuyell of the Histories of Troye,” translated and printed by William Caxton, for the Duchess of Burgundy, sister to our Edward IV.  It is true, though almost incredible, that Sir Thomas could never find this volume, although it is doubtless still in the collection, and no wonder, when cases of books bought twenty years before his death were never opened, and the only knowledge of their contents which he possessed was the Sale Catalogue or the bookseller’s invoice.

CHAPTER X.

SERVANTS AND CHILDREN.

READER! are you married?  Have you offspring, boys especially I mean, say between six and twelve years of age?  Have you also a literary workshop, supplied with choice tools, some for use, some for ornament, where you pass pleasant hours? and is—­ ah! there’s the rub!—­is there a special hand-maid, whose special duty it is to keep your den daily dusted and in order?  Plead you guilty to these indictments? then am I sure of a sympathetic co-sufferer.

Dust! it is all a delusion.  It is not the dust that makes women anxious to invade the inmost recesses of your Sanctum—­ it is an ingrained curiosity.  And this feminine weakness, which dates from Eve, is a common motive in the stories of our oldest literature and Folk-lore.  What made Fatima so anxious to know the contents of the room forbidden her by Bluebeard?  It was positively nothing to her, and its contents caused not the slightest annoyance to anybody.  That story has a bad moral, and it would, in many ways, have been more satisfactory had the heroine been left to take her place in the blood-stained chamber, side by side with her peccant predecessors.  Why need the women-folk (God forgive me!) bother themselves about the inside of a man’s library, and whether it wants dusting or not?  My boys’ playroom, in which is a carpenter’s bench, a lathe, and no end of litter, is never tidied—­perhaps

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