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Acheron。



It is an almost intolerable philosophy; the philosophy of eternal

sleep; without dreams and without awakening。  This belief is wholly

divorced from joy; which inspires all the best art。  This negation

of hope has 〃close…lipped Patience for its only friend。〃



In vain does Lucretius paint pictures of life and Nature so large;

so glowing; so majestic that they remind us of nothing but the 〃Fete

Champetre〃 of Giorgione; in the Louvre。  All that life is a thing we

must leave soon; and forever; and must be hopelessly lapped in an

eternity of blind silence。  〃I shall let men see the certain end of

all;〃 he cries; 〃then will they resist religion; and the threats of

priests and prophets。〃  But this 〃certain end〃 is exactly what

mortals do not desire to see。  To this sleep they prefer even

tenebras Orci; vastasque lacunas。



They will not be deprived of gods; 〃the friends of man; merciful

gods; compassionate。〃  They will not turn from even a faint hope in

those to the Lucretian deities in their endless and indifferent

repose and divine 〃delight in immortal and peaceful life; far; far

away from us and ourslife painless and fearless; needing nothing

we can give; replete with its own wealth; unmoved by prayer and

promise; untouched by anger。〃



Do you remember that hymn; as one may call it; of Lucretius to

Death; to Death which does not harm us。  〃For as we knew no hurt of

old; in ages when the Carthaginian thronged against us in war; and

the world was shaken with the shock of fight; and dubious hung the

empire over all things mortal by sea and land; even so careless; so

unmoved; shall we remain; in days when we shall no more exist; when

the bond of body and soul that makes our life is broken。  Then

naught shall move us; nor wake a single sense; not though earth with

sea be mingled; and sea with sky。〃  There is no hell; he cries; or;

like Omar; he says; 〃Hell is the vision of a soul on fire。〃



Your true Tityus; gnawed by the vulture; is only the slave of

passion and of love; your true Sisyphus (like Lord Salisbury in

Punch) is only the politician; striving always; never attaining; the

stone rolls down again from the hill…crest; and thunders far along

the plain。



Thus his philosophy; which gives him such a delightful sense of

freedom; is rejected after all these years of trial by men。  They

feel that since those remotest days





〃Quum Venus in silvis jungebat corpora amantum;〃





they have travelled the long; the weary way Lucretius describes to

little avail; if they may not keep their hopes and fears。  Robbed of

these we are robbed of all; it serves us nothing to have conquered

the soil and fought the winds and waves; to have built cities; and

tamed fire; if the world is to be 〃dispeopled of its dreams。〃

Better were the old life we started from; and dreams therewith;

better the free days …





〃Novitas tum florida mundi

Pabula dia tulit; miseris mortablibus ampla;〃





than wealth or power; and neither hope nor fear; but one certain end

of all before the eyes of all。



Thus the heart of man has answered; and will answer Lucretius; the

noblest Roman poet; and the least beloved; who sought; at last; by

his own hand; they say; the doom that Virgil waited for in the

season appointed。







TO A YOUNG AMERICAN BOOK…HUNTER







To Philip Dodsworth; Esq。; New York。



Dear Dodsworth;Let me congratulate you on having joined the army

of book…hunters。  〃Everywhere have I sought peace and found it

nowhere;〃 says the blessed Thomas e Kempis; 〃save in a corner with a

book。〃  Whether that good monk wrote the 〃De Imitatione Christi〃 or

not; one always likes him for his love of books。  Perhaps he was the

only book…hunter that ever wrought a miracle。  〃Other signs and

miracles which he was wont to tell as having happened at the prayer

of an unnamed person; are believed to have been granted to his own;

such as the sudden reappearance of a lost book in his cell。〃  Ah; if

Faith; that moveth mountains; could only bring back the books we

have lost; the books that have been borrowed from us!  But we are a

faithless generation。



From a collector so much older and better experienced in misfortune

than yourself; you ask for some advice on the sport of book…hunting。

Well; I will give it; but you will not take it。  No; you will hunt

wild; like young pointers before they are properly broken。



Let me suppose that you are 〃to middle fortune born;〃 and that you

cannot stroll into the great book…marts and give your orders freely

for all that is rich and rare。  You are obliged to wait and watch an

opportunity; to practise that maxim of the Stoic's; 〃Endure and

abstain。〃  Then abstain from rushing at every volume; however out of

the line of your literary interests; which seems to be a bargain。

Probably it is not even a bargain; it can seldom be cheap to you; if

you do not need it; and do not mean to read it。



Not that any collector reads all his books。  I may have; and indeed

do possess; an Aldine Homer and Caliergus his Theocritus; but I

prefer to study the authors in a cheap German edition。  The old

editions we buy mainly for their beauty; and the sentiment of their

antiquity and their associations。



But I don't take my own advice。  The shelves are crowded with books

quite out of my linea whole small library of tomes on the pastime

of curling; and I don't curl; and 〃God's Revenge against Murther;〃

though (so far) I am not an assassin。  Probably it was for love of

Sir Walter Scott; and his mention of this truculent treatise; that I

purchased it。  The full title of it is 〃The Triumphs of God's

Revenge against the Crying and Execrable Sinne of (willful and

premeditated) Murther。〃  Or rather there is nearly a column more of

title; which I spare you。  But the pictures are so bad as to be

nearly worth the price。  Do not waste your money; like your foolish

adviser; on books like that; or on 〃Les Sept Visions de Don

Francisco de Quevedo;〃 published at Cologne; in 1682。



Why in the world did I purchase this; with the title…page showing

Quevedo asleep; and all his seven visions floating round him in

little circles like soap…bubbles?  Probably because the book was

published by Clement Malassis; and perhaps he was a forefather of

that whimsical Frenchman; Poulet Malassis; who published for

Banville; and Baudelaire; and Charles Asselineau。  It was a bad

reason。  More likely the mere cheapness attracted me。



Curiosity; not cheapness; assuredly; betrayed me into another

purchase。  If I want to read 〃The Pilgrim's Progress;〃 of course I

read it in John Bunyan's good English。  Then why must I ruin myself

to acquire 〃Voyage d'un Chrestien vers l'Eternite。  Ecrit en

Anglois; par Monsieur Bunjan; F。M。; en Bedtfort; et nouvellement

traduit en Francois。  Avec Figures。  A Amsterdam; chez Jean Boekholt

Libraire pres de la Bourse; 1685〃?  I suppose this is the oldest

French version of the famed allegory。  Do you know an older?  Bunyan

was still living and; indeed; had just published the second part of

the book; about Christian's wife and children; and the deplorable

young woman whose name was Dull。



As the little volume; the Elzevir size; is bound in blue morocco; by

Cuzin; I hope it is not wholly a foolish bargain; but what do I

want; after all; with a French 〃Pilgrim's Progress〃?  These are the

errors a man is always making who does not collect books with

system; with a conscience and an aim。



Do have a specially。  Make a collection of works on few subjects;

well chosen。  And what subjects shall they be?  That depends on

taste。  Probably it is well to avoid the latest fashion。  For

example; the illustrated French books of the eighteenth century are;

at this moment; en hausse。  There is a 〃boom〃 in them。  Fifty years

ago Brunet; the author of the great 〃Manuel;〃 sneered at them。  But;

in his; 〃Library Companion;〃 Dr。 Dibdin; admitted their merit。  The

illustrations by Gravelot; Moreau; Marillier; and the rest; are

certainly delicate; graceful; full of character; stamped with style。

But only the proofs before letters are very much valued; and for

these wild prices are given by competitive millionaires。  You cannot

compete with them。



It is better wholly to turn the back on these books and on any

others at the height of the fashion; unless you meet them for

fourpence on a stall。  Even then should a gentleman take advantage

of a poor bookseller's ignorance?  I don't know。  I never fell into

the temptation; because I never was tempted。  Bargains; real

bargains; are so rare that you may hunt for a lifetime and never

meet one。



The best plan for a man who has to see that his collection is worth

what it cost him; is probably to confine one's self to a single

line; say; in your case; first editions of new English; French; and

American books that are likely to rise in value。  I would try; were

I you; to 

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