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urce of mankind preparatory to the invention of money。 Let him confine all his transactions in the market to purchasing only。 No good comes of gentlemen…amateurs buying and selling。〃 There is room for difference of opinion here； but there seems to be most reason on the side of Mr。 Hill Burton。 It is one thing for the collector to be able to reflect that the money he expends on books is not lost； and that his family may find themselves richer； not poorer； because he indulged his taste。 It is quite another thing to buy books as a speculator buys shares； meaning to sell again at a profit as soon as occasion offers。 It is necessary also to warn the beginner against indulging extravagant hopes。 He must buy experience with his books； and many of his first purchases are likely to disappoint him。 He will pay dearly for the wrong 〃Caesar〃 of 1635； the one WITHOUT errors in pagination； and this is only a common example of the beginner's blunders。 Collecting is like other forms of sport； the aim is not certain at first； the amateur is nervous； and； as in angling； is apt to 〃strike〃 （a bargain） too hurriedly。
I often think that the pleasure of collecting is like that of sport。 People talk of 〃book…hunting；〃 and the old Latin motto says that 〃one never wearies of the chase in this forest。〃 But the analogy to angling seems even stronger。 A collector walks in the London or Paris streets； as he does by Tweed or Spey。 Many a lordly mart of books he passes； like Mr。 Quaritch's； Mr。 Toovey's； or M。 Fontaine's； or the shining store of M。M。 Morgand et Fatout； in the Passage des Panoramas。 Here I always feel like Brassicanus in the king of Hungary's collection； 〃non in Bibliotheca； sed in gremio Jovis；〃 〃not in a library； but in paradise。〃 It is not given to every one to cast angle in these preserves。 They are kept for dukes and millionaires。 Surely the old Duke of Roxburghe was the happiest of mortals； for to him both the chief bookshops and auction rooms； and the famous salmon streams of Floors； were equally open； and he revelled in the prime of book…collecting and of angling。 But there are little tributary streets； with humbler stalls； shy pools； as it were； where the humbler fisher of books may hope to raise an Elzevir； or an old French play； a first edition of Shelley； or a Restoration comedy。 It is usually a case of hope unfulfilled； but the merest nibble of a rare book； say Marston's poems in the original edition； or Beddoes's 〃Love's Arrow Poisoned；〃 or Bankes's 〃Bay Horse in a Trance；〃 or the 〃Mel Heliconicum〃 of Alexander Ross； or 〃Les Oeuvres de Clement Marot； de Cahors； Vallet de Chambre du Roy； A Paris； Ches Pierre Gaultier； 1551；〃 even a chance at something of this sort will kindle the waning excitement； and add a pleasure to a man's walk in muddy London。 Then； suppose you purchase for a couple of shillings the 〃Histoire des Amours de Henry IV； et autres pieces curieuses； A Leyde； Chez Jean Sambyx （Elzevir）； 1664；〃 it is certainly not unpleasant； on consulting M。 Fontaine's catalogue； to find that he offers the same work at the ransom of 10 pounds。 The beginner thinks himself in singular luck； even though he has no idea of vending his collection； and he never reflects that CONDITIONspotless white leaves and broad margins； make the market value of a book。
Setting aside such bare considerations of profit； the sport given by bookstalls is full of variety and charm。 In London it may be pursued in most of the cross streets that stretch a dirty net between the British Museum and the Strand。 There are other more shy and less frequently poached resorts which the amateur may be allowed to find out for himself。 In Paris there is the long sweep of the Quais； where some eighty bouquinistes set their boxes on the walls of the embankment of the Seine。 There are few country towns so small but that books； occasionally rare and valuable； may be found lurking in second…hand furniture warehouses。 This is one of the advantages of living in an old country。 The Colonies are not the home for a collector。 I have seen an Australian bibliophile enraptured by the rare chance of buying； in Melbourne； an early work onthe history of Port Jackson！ This seems but poor game。 But in Europe an amateur has always occupation for his odd moments in town； and is for ever lured on by the radiant apparition of Hope。 All collectors tell their anecdotes of wonderful luck； and magnificent discoveries。 There is a volume 〃Voyages Litteraires sur les Quais de Paris〃 （Paris； Durand； 1857）； by M。 de Fontaine de Resbecq； which might convert the dullest soul to book…hunting。 M。 de Resbecq and his friends had the most amazing good fortune。 A M。 N… found six original plays of Moliere （worth perhaps as many hundreds of pounds）； bound up with Garth's 〃Dispensary；〃 an English poem which has long lost its vogue。 It is worth while； indeed； to examine all volumes marked 〃Miscellanea；〃 〃Essays；〃 and the like； and treasures may possibly lurk； as Snuffy Davy knew； within the battered sheepskin of school books。 Books lie in out of the way places。 Poggio rescued 〃Quintilian〃 from the counter of a wood merchant。 The best time for book…hunting in Paris is the early morning。 〃The take；〃 as anglers say； is 〃on〃 from half…past seven to half…past nine a。m。 At these hours the vendors exhibit their fresh wares； and the agents of the more wealthy booksellers come and pick up everything worth having。 These agents quite spoil the sport of the amateur。 They keep a strict watch on every country dealer's catalogue； snap up all he has worth selling； and sell it over again； charging pounds in place of shillings。 But M。 de Resbecq vows that he once picked up a copy of the first edition of La Rochefoucauld's 〃Maxims〃 out of a box which two booksellers had just searched。 The same collector got together very promptly all the original editions of La Bruyere； and he even found a copy of the Elzevir 〃Pastissier Francais；〃 at the humble price of six sous。 Now the 〃 Pastissier Francais；〃 an ill…printed little cookery…book of the Elzevirs； has lately fetched 600 pounds at a sale。 The Antiquary's story of Snuffy Davy and the 〃Game of Chess；〃 is dwarfed by the luck of M。 de Resbecq。 Not one amateur in a thousand can expect such good fortune。 There is； however； a recent instance of a Rugby boy； who picked up； on a stall； a few fluttering leaves hanging together on a flimsy thread。 The old woman who kept the stall could hardly be induced to accept the large sum of a shilling for an original quarto of Shakespeare's 〃King John。〃 These stories are told that none may despair。 That none may be over confident； an author may recount his own experience。 The only odd trouvaille that ever fell to me was a clean copy of 〃La Journee Chretienne；〃 with the name of Leon Gambetta； 1844； on its catholic fly…leaf。 Rare books grow rarer every day； and often 'tis only Hope that remains at the bottom of the fourpenny boxes。 Yet the Paris book…hunters cleave to the game。 August is their favourite season； for in August there is least competition。 Very few people are； as a rule； in Paris； and these are not tempted to loiter。 The bookseller is drowsy； and glad not to have the trouble of chaffering。 The English go past； and do not tarry beside a row of dusty boxes of books。 The heat threatens the amateur with sunstroke。 Then； says M。 Octave Uzanne； in a prose ballade of book…huntersthen； calm； glad； heroic； the bouquineurs prowl forth； refreshed with hope。 The brown old calf…skin wrinkles in the sun； the leaves crackle； you could poach an egg on the cover of a quarto。 The dome of the Institute glitters； the sickly trees seem to wither； their leaves wax red and grey； a faint warm wind is walking the streets。 Under his vast umbrella the book…hunter is secure and content； he enjoys the pleasures of the sport unvexed by poachers； and thinks less of the heat than does the deer…stalker on the bare hill…side。
There is plenty of morality； if there are few rare books in the stalls。 The decay of affection； the breaking of friendship； the decline of ambition； are all illustrated in these fourpenny collections。 The presentation volumes are here which the author gave in the pride of his heart to the poet who was his 〃Master；〃 to the critic whom he feared； to the friend with whom he was on terms of mutual admiration。 The critic has not even cut the leaves； the poet has brusquely torn three or four apart with his finger and thumb； the friend has grown cold； and has let the poems slip into some corner of his library； whence they were removed on some day of doom and of general clearing out。 The sale of the library of a late learned prelate who had Boileau's hatred of a dull book was a scene to be avoided by his literary friends。 The Bishop always gave the works which were offered to him a fair chance。 He read till he could read no longer； cutting the pages as he went； and thus his progress could be traced like that of a backwoodsman who 〃blazes〃 his way through a primeval forest。 The paper…knife generally ceased to do duty before the thirtieth page。 The melancholy of the book… hunter is aroused by two questions； 〃Whence？〃 and 〃Whither？〃 The bibliophile asks about his books the question which the metaphysic
