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ns; 〃Whence?〃 and 〃Whither?〃  The bibliophile asks about his books the question which the metaphysician asks about his soul。  Whence came they?  Their value depends a good deal on the answer。  If they are stamped with arms; then there is a book (〃Armorial du Bibliophile;〃 by M。 Guigard) which tells you who was their original owner。  Any one of twenty coats…of…arms on the leather is worth a hundred times the value of the volume which it covers。  If there is no such mark; the fancy is left to devise a romance about the first owner; and all the hands through which the book has passed。  That Vanini came from a Jesuit college; where it was kept under lock and key。  That copy of Agrippa 〃De Vanitate Scientiarum〃 is marked; in a crabbed hand and in faded ink; with cynical Latin notes。  What pessimist two hundred years ago made his grumbling so permanent?  One can only guess; but part of the imaginative joys of the book…hunter lies ' in the fruitless conjecture。  That other question 〃Whither?〃 is graver。  Whither are our treasures to be scattered?  Will they find kind masters? or; worst fate of books; fall into the hands of women who will sell them to the trunk…maker?  Are the leaves to line a box or to curl a maiden's locks?  Are the rarities to become more and more rare; and at last fetch prodigious prices?  Some unlucky men are able partly to solve these problems in their own lifetime。  They are constrained to sell their librariesan experience full of bitterness; wrath; and disappointment。

Selling books is nearly as bad as losing friends; than which life has no worse sorrow。  A book is a friend whose face is constantly changing。  If you read it when you are recovering from an illness; and return to it years after; it is changed surely; with the change in yourself。  As a man's tastes and opinions are developed his books put on a different aspect。  He hardly knows the 〃Poems and Ballads〃 he used to declaim; and cannot recover the enigmatic charm of 〃Sordello。〃  Books change like friends; like ourselves; like everything; but they are most piquant in the contrasts they provoke; when the friend who gave them and wrote them is a success; though we laughed at him; a failure; though we believed in him; altered in any case; and estranged from his old self and old days。  The vanished past returns when we look at the pages。  The vicissitudes of years are printed and packed in a thin octavo; and the shivering ghosts of desire and hope return to their forbidden home in the heart and fancy。  It is as well to have the power of recalling them always at hand; and to be able to take a comprehensive glance at the emotions which were so powerful and full of life; and now are more faded and of less account than the memory of the dreams of childhood。  It is because our books are friends that do change; and remind us of change; that we should keep them with us; even at a little inconvenience; and not turn them adrift in the world to find a dusty asylum in cheap bookstalls。  We are a part of all that we have read; to parody the saying of Mr。 Tennyson's Ulysses; and we owe some respect; and house…room at least; to the early acquaintances who have begun to bore us; and remind us of the vanity of ambition and the weakness of human purpose。  Old school and college books even have a reproachful and salutary power of whispering how much a man knew; and at the cost of how much trouble; that he has absolutely forgotten; and is neither the better nor the worse for it。  It will be the same in the case of the books he is eager about now; though; to be sure; he will read with less care; and forget with an ease and readiness only to be acquired by practice。

But we were apologising for book…hunting; not because it teaches moral lessons; as 〃dauncyng〃 also does; according to Sir Thomas Elyot; in the 〃Boke called the Gouvernour;〃 but because it affords a kind of sportive excitement。  Bookstalls are not the only field of the chase。  Book catalogues; which reach the collector through the post; give him all the pleasures of the sport at home。  He reads the booksellers' catalogues eagerly; he marks his chosen sport with pencil; he writes by return of post; or he telegraphs to the vendor。 Unfortunately he almost always finds that he has been forestalled; probably by some bookseller's agent。  When the catalogue is a French one; it is obvious that Parisians have the pick of the market before our slow letters reach M。 Claudin; or M。 Labitte。  Still the catalogues themselves are a kind of lesson in bibliography。  You see from them how prices are ruling; and you can gloat; in fancy; over De Luyne's edition of Moliere; 1673; two volumes in red morocco; double (〃Trautz Bauzonnet〃); or some other vanity hopelessly out of reach。  In their catalogues; MM。 Morgand and Fatout print a facsimile of the frontispiece of this very rare edition。  The bust of Moliere occupies the centre; and portraits of the great actor; as Sganarelle and Mascarille (of the 〃Precieuses Ridicules〃); stand on either side。  In the second volume are Moliere; and his wife Armande; crowned by the muse Thalia。  A catalogue which contains such exact reproductions of rare and authentic portraits; is itself a work of art; and serviceable to the student。  When the shop of a bookseller; with a promising catalogue which arrives over night; is not too far distant; bibliophiles have been known to rush to the spot in the grey morning; before the doors open。  There are amateurs; however; who prefer to stay comfortably at home; and pity these poor fanatics; shivering in the rain outside a door in Oxford Street or Booksellers' Row。  There is a length to which enthusiasm cannot go; and many collectors draw the line at rising early in the morning。  But; when we think of the sport of book…hunting; it is to sales in auction…rooms that the mind naturally turns。  Here the rival buyers feel the passion of emulation; and it was in an auction…room that Guibert de Pixerecourt; being outbid; said; in tones of mortal hatred; 〃I will have the book when your collection is sold after your death。〃  And he kept his word。  The fever of gambling is not absent from the auction…room; and people 〃bid jealous〃 as they sometimes 〃ride jealous〃 in the hunting…field。 Yet; the neophyte; if he strolls by chance into a sale…room; will be surprised at the spectacle。  The chamber has the look of a rather seedy 〃hell。〃  The crowd round the auctioneer's box contains many persons so dingy and Semitic; that at Monte Carlo they would be refused admittance; while; in Germany; they would be persecuted by Herr von Treitschke with Christian ardour。  Bidding is languid; and valuable books are knocked down for trifling sums。  Let the neophyte try his luck; however; and prices will rise wonderfully。  The fact is that the sale is a 〃knock out。〃  The bidders are professionals; in a league to let the volumes go cheap; and to distribute them afterwards among themselves。  Thus an amateur can have a good deal of sport by bidding for a book till it reaches its proper value; and by then leaving in the lurch the professionals who combine to 〃run him up。〃  The amusement has its obvious perils; but the presence of gentlemen in an auction…room is a relief to the auctioneer and to the owner of the books。  A bidder must be able to command his temper; both that he may be able to keep his head cool when tempted to bid recklessly; and that he may disregard the not very carefully concealed sneers of the professionals。

In book…hunting the nature of the quarry varies with the taste of the collector。  One man is for bibles; another for ballads。  Some pursue plays; others look for play bills。  〃He was not;〃 says Mr。 Hill Burton; speaking of Kirkpatrick Sharpe; 〃he was not a black… letter man; or a tall copyist; or an uncut man; or a rough…edge man; or an early…English dramatist; or an Elzevirian; or a broadsider; or a pasquinader; or an old brown calf man; or a Grangerite; {1} or a tawny moroccoite; or a gilt topper; or a marbled insider; or an editio princeps man。〃  These nicknames briefly dispose into categories a good many species of collectors。  But there are plenty of others。  You may be a historical…bindings man; and hunt for books that were bound by the great artists of the past and belonged to illustrious collectors。  Or you may be a Jametist; and try to gather up the volumes on which Jamet; the friend of Louis Racine; scribbled his cynical 〃Marginalia。〃  Or you may covet the earliest editions of modern poetsShelley; Keats; or Tennyson; or even Ebenezer Jones。 Or the object of your desires may be the books of the French romanticists; who flourished so freely in 1830。  Or; being a person of large fortune and landed estate; you may collect country histories。  Again; your heart may be set on the books illustrated by Eisen; Cochin; and Gravelot; or Stothard and Blake; in the last century。  Or you may be so old…fashioned as to care for Aldine classics; and for the books of the Giunta press。  In fact; as many as are the species of rare and beautiful books; so many are the species of collectors。  There is one sort of men; modest but not unwise in their generations; who buy up the pretty books published in very limited editions by French booksellers; like MM。 Lemerre and Jouaust。  Already their r

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