em to bring us closer to his spirit。 Other volumes are relics； as we shall see later； of some famed collector； and there is a certain piety in the care we give to books once dear to Longepierre； or Harley； or d'Hoym； or Buckle； to Madame de Maintenon； or Walpole； to Grolier； or Askew； or De Thou； or Heber。 Such copies should be handed down from worthy owners to owners not unworthy； such servants of literature should never have careless masters。 A man may prefer to read for pleasure in a good clear reprint。 M。 Charpentier's 〃Montaigne〃 serves the turn； but it is natural to treasure more 〃Les Essais de Michel Seigneur de Montaigne；〃 that were printed by Francoise le Febre； of Lyon； in 1595。 It is not a beautiful book； the type is small； and rather blunt； but William Drummond of Hawthornden has written on the title page his name and his device； Cipresso e Palma。 There are a dozen modern editions of Moliere more easily read than the four little volumes of Wetstein （Amsterdam； 1698）； but these contain reduced copies of the original illustrations； and here you see Arnolphe and Agnes in their habits as they lived； Moliere and Mdlle。 de Brie as the public of Paris beheld them more than two hundred years ago。 Suckling's 〃Fragmenta Aurea〃 contain a good deal of dross； and most of the gold has been gathered into Miscellanies； but the original edition of 1646； 〃after his own copies；〃 with the portrait of the jolly cavalier who died aetatis suae 28； has its own allurement。 Theocritus is more easily read； perhaps； in Wordsworth's edition； or Ziegler's； but that which Zacharias Calliergi printed in Rome （1516）； with an exmunication from Leo X。 against infringement of copyright； will always be a beautiful and desirable book； especially when bound by Derome。 The gist of the pious Prince Conti's strictures on the wickedness of edy may be read in various literary histories； but it is natural to like his 〃Traite de la edie selon la tradition de l'Eglise； Tiree des Conciles et des saints Peres；〃 published by Lovys Billaine in 1660； especially when the tract is a clean copy； arrayed in a decorous black morocco。
These are but a few mon examples； chosen from a meagre little library； a 〃twopenny treasurehouse；〃 but they illustrate； on a minute scale； the nature of the collector's passion；the character of his innocent pleasures。 He occasionally lights on other literary relics of a more personal character than mere first editions。 A lucky collector lately bought Shelley's copy of Ossian； with the poet's signature on the titlepage； in Booksellers' Row。 Another possesses a copy of Foppens's rare edition of Petrarch's 〃Le Sage Resolu contre l'une et l'autre Fortune；〃 which once belonged to Sir Hudson Lowe； the gaoler of Napoleon； and may have fortified； by its stoical maxims； the soul of one who knew the extremes of either fortune； the captive of St。 Helena。 But the best example of a book； which is also a relic； is the 〃Imitatio Christi；〃 which belonged to J。 J。 Rousseau。 Let M。 Tenant de Latour； lately the happy owner of this possession； tell his own story of his treasure： It was in 1827 that M。 de Latour was walking on the quai of the Louvre。 Among the volumes in a shop； he noticed a shabby little copy of the 〃Imitatio Christi。〃 M。 de Latour； like other bibliophiles； was not in the habit of examining stray copies of this work； except when they were of the Elzevir size； for the Elzevirs published a famous undated copy of the 〃Imitatio；〃 a book which brings considerable prices。 However； by some lucky chance； some Socratic daemon whispering； may be； in his ear； he picked up the little dingy volume of the last century。 It was of a Paris edition； 1751； but what was the name on the flyleaf。 M。 de Latour read a J。 J。 Rousseau。 There was no mistake about it； the good bibliophile knew Rousseau's handwriting perfectly well； to make still more sure he paid his seventyfive centimes for the book； and walked across the Pont des Arts； to his bookbinder's； where he had a copy of Rousseau's works； with a facsimile of his handwriting。 As he walked； M。 de Latour read in his book； and found notes of Rousseau's on the margin。 The facsimile proved that the inscription was genuine。 The happy de Latour now made for the public office in which he was a functionary； and rushed into the bureau of his friend the Marquis de V。 The Marquis； a man of great strength of character； recognised the signature of Rousseau with but little display of emotion。 M。 de Latour now noticed some withered flowers among the sacred pages； but it was reserved for a friend to discover in the faded petals Rousseau's favourite flower； the periwinkle。 Like a true Frenchman； like Rousseau himself in his younger days； M。 de Latour had not recognised the periwinkle when he saw it。 That night； so excited was M。 de Latour； he never closed an eye！ What puzzled him was that he could not remember； in all Rousseau's works； a single allusion to the 〃Imitatio Christi。〃 Time went on； the old book was not rebound； but kept piously in a case of Russia leather。 M。 de Latour did not suppose that 〃dans ce bas monde it fut permis aux joies du bibliophile d'aller encore plus loin。〃 He imagined that the delights of the amateur could only go further； in heaven。 It chanced； however； one day that he was turning over the 〃Oeuvres Inedites〃 of Rousseau； when he found a letter； in which Jean Jacques； writing in 1763； asked MotiersTravers to send him the 〃Imitatio Christi。〃 Now the date 1764 is memorable； in Rousseau's 〃Confessions；〃 for a burst of sentiment over a periwinkle； the first he had noticed particularly since his residence at Les Charmettes； where the flower had been remarked by Madame de Warens。 Thus M。 Tenant de Latour had recovered the very identical periwinkle； which caused the tear of sensibility to moisten the fine eyes of Jean Jacques Rousseau。
We cannot all be adorers of Rousseau。 But M。 de Latour was an enthusiast； and this little anecdote of his explains the sentimental side of the bibliophile's pursuit。 Yes； it is SENTIMENT that makes us feel a lively affection for the books that seem to connect us with great poets and students long ago dead。 Their hands grasp ours across the ages。 I never see the first edition of Homer； that monument of typography and of enthusiasm for letters； printed at Florence （1488） at the expense of young Bernardo and Nerio Nerli； and of their friend Giovanni Acciajuoli； but I feel moved to cry with Heyne； 〃salvete juvenes； nobiles et generosi； ＇Greek text＇。〃
Such is our apology for bookcollecting。 But the best defence of the taste would be a list of the names of great collectors； a 〃vision of mighty bookhunters。〃 Let us say nothing of Seth and Noah； for their reputation as amateurs is only based on the authority of the tract De Bibliothecis Antediluvianis。 The library of Assurbanipal I pass over； for its volumes were made； as Pliny says； of coctiles laterculi； of baked tiles； which have been deciphered by the late Mr。 Gee Smith。 Philosophers as well as immemorial kings； Pharaohs and Ptolemys； are on our side。 It was objected to Plato； by persons answering to the cheap scribblers of today； that he； though a sage； gave a hundred minae （360 pounds） for three treatises of Philolaus； while Aristotle paid nearly thrice the sum for a few books that had been in the library of Speusippus。 Did not a Latin philosopher go great lengths in a laudable anxiety to purchase an Odyssey 〃as old as Homer；〃 and what would not Cicero； that great collector； have given for the Ascraean editio princeps of Hesiod； scratched on mouldy old plates of lead？ Perhaps Dr。 Schliemann may find an original edition of the 〃Iliad〃 at Orchomenos； but of all early copies none seems so attractive as that engraved on the leaden plates which Pausanias saw at Ascra。 Then； in modern times； what 〃great allies〃 has the collector； what brethren in bookhunting？ The names are like the catalogue with which Villon fills his 〃Ballade des Seigneurs du Temps Jadis。〃 A collector was 〃le preux Charlemaigne〃 and our English Alfred。 The Kings of Hungary； as Mathias Corvinus； the Kings of France； and their queens； and their mistresses； and their lords； were all amateurs。 So was our Henry VIII。； and James I。； who 〃wished he could be chained to a shelf in the Bodleian。〃 The middle age gives us Richard de Bury； among ecclesiastics； and the Renaissance boasts Sir Thomas More； with that 〃pretty fardle of books； in the small type of Aldus；〃 which he carried for a freight to the people of Utopia。 Men of the world； like Bussy Rabutin； queens like our Elizabeth； popes like Innocent X。； financiers like Colbert （who made the Grand Turk send him Levant morocco for bindings）； men of letters like Scott and Southey； Janin and Nodier； and Paul Lacroix； warriors like Junot and Prince Eugene； these are only leaders of panies in the great army of lovers of books； in which it is honourable enough to be a private soldier。
THE LIBRARY
The Library which is to be spoken of in these pages； is all unlike the halls which a Spencer or a Huth fills with treasure beyond price。 The age of great libraries has gone by； and where a collector of the old school survives； he is usually a man of enormous wealth； who might； if he pleased； be distinguished in parliament； in society； on the turf itself； or in any of the pursuits where unlimited supplies of money are strictly necessary。 The old amateurs； whom La Bruyere was wont to sneer at； were not satisfied unless they possessed many thousands of books。 For a collector like Cardinal Mazarin； Naude bought up the whole stock of many a bookseller； and left great towns as bare of printed paper as if a tornado had passed； and blown the leaves away。 In our modern times； as the industrious Bibliophile Jacob； says； the fashion of bookcollecting has changed； 〃from the vast hall that it was； the library of the amateur has shrunk to a closet； to a mere bookcase。 Nothing but a neat article of furniture is needed now； where a great gallery or a long suite of rooms was once required。 The book has bee； as it were； a jewel； and is kept in a kind of jewelcase。〃 It is not quantity of pages； nor lofty piles of ordinary binding； nor theological folios and classic quartos； that the modern amateur desires。