[134] [It was sold at the Sale of his Aldine Library for L68. 15s. 8d. and
    is now, I believe, in the fine Collection of Sir John Thorold, Bart,
    at Syston Park.  The Cicero did not come over for sale.]

[135] [In the previous edition I had supposed, erroneously, that it was the
    Father, M. Renouard himself, who had invoked his name on the occasion. 
    The verses are pretty enough, and may as well find a place here
    as in M. Crapelet’s performance.

      Je l’ai vu ce fameux bouquin
      Qui te fait un titre de gloire: 
      Tout Francois qui passe le Rhin
      Doit remporter une Victoire.]

[136] [M.  Renouard obtained it at a public sale in Paris, against a very
    stiff commission left for it by myself.  A copy of equal beauty is in
    the Library of the Right Hon. T. Grenville.]

[137] [The Theophrastus was sold for L12 1s. 6d. and the Aristotle for L40. 
    The latter is in the Library of the Rt.  Hon. T. Grenville, having been
    subsequently coated in red morocco by C. Lewis.]

[138] [It seems that I have committed a very grave error, in the preceding
    edition, by making Mons. Renouard “superintend the gathering in of his
    VINTAGE,” at his country-house (St. Valerie) whereas there are no
    Vineyards in Picardy.  France and Wine seemed such synonymes, that I
    almost naturally attached a vineyard to every country villa.]

[139] [It was published in 1820.]

[140] “The luxurious English Bibliographer is astonished at the publication
    of the “Manuel” without the accompaniment of Plates, Fac-similes,
    Vignettes, and other graphic attractions.  It is because intrinsic
    merit is preferable to form and ornament:  that at once establishes
    its worth and its success.”  CRAPELET, vol. iv. p. 88.  This amiable
    Translator and sharp-sighted Critic never loses an opportunity of a
    fling at the “luxurious English Bibliographer!”

[141] [My translator again brandishes his pen in order to draw
    good-natured comparisons.  “It would be lucky for him, if, to the
    qualities he possesses, M. Dibdin would unite those which he praises
    in M. Brunet:  his work and the public would be considerable gainers by
    it:  his books would not be so costly, and would be more profitable. 
    The English Author describes nothing in a sang-froid manner:  he is
    for ever charging:  and, as he does not want originality in his
    vivacity, he should seem to wish to be the CALLOT of Bibliography.” 
    CRAPELET. Ibid.  I accept the title with all my heart.]