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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