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THE BOOKLOVER AND HIS BOOKS

[Illustration: From the _Digestum Novum_ of Justinian, printed at Venice
by Jenson in 1477. The type page of which this is a reduction measures
12-1/2 by 8-1/2 inches. The initials in the original have been filled in
by hand in red and blue.

_From the copy in the Library of Brown University_]




THE BOOKLOVER AND
HIS BOOKS

BY

HARRY LYMAN KOOPMAN, LITT.D.

LIBRARIAN OF BROWN UNIVERSITY

BOSTON
THE BOSTON BOOK COMPANY
1917

_Copyright, 1916,_
BY THE BOSTON BOOK COMPANY

THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.


TO
THE AUTHORS AND THEIR PRINTERS
WHO HAVE GIVEN US
THE BOOKS THAT WE LOVE




PREFATORY NOTE


The following chapters were written during a series of years as one
aspect after another of the Book engaged the writer's attention. As they
are now brought together, the result is not a systematic treatise, but
rather a succession of views of one many-sided subject. In consequence
there is considerable overlapping. The writer hopes, however, that this
will be looked upon not as vain repetition but as a legitimate
reinforcement of his underlying theme, the unity in diversity of the
Book and the federation of all who have to do with it. He therefore
offers the present volume not so much for continuous reading as for
reading by chapters. He trusts that for those who may consult it in
connection with systematic study a sufficient clue to whatever it may
contain on any given topic will be found in the index.

Most of these chapters appeared as papers in "The Printing Art"; two
were published in "The Graphic Arts," and some in other magazines. The
writer expresses his thanks to the proprietors of these periodicals for
the permission to republish the articles in their present collective
form. All the papers have been revised to some extent. They were
originally written in rare moments of leisure scattered through the busy
hours of a librarian. Their writing was a source of pleasure, and their
first publication brought him many delightful associations. As they are
presented in their new attire to another group of readers, their author
can wish for them no better fortune than to meet--possibly to
make--booklovers.

BROWN UNIVERSITY LIBRARY,
Commencement Day, 1916




TABLE OF CONTENTS


BOOKS AND BOOKLOVERS                               3
FITNESS IN BOOK DESIGN                             9
PRINT AS AN INTERPRETER OF MEANING                14
FAVORITE BOOK SIZES                               19
THE VALUE OF READING                              28
THE BOOK OF TO-DAY AND THE BOOK OF TO-MORROW      33
A CONSTRUCTIVE CRITIC OF THE BOOK                 38
BOOKS AS A LIBRARIAN WOULD LIKE THEM              44
THE BOOK BEAUTIFUL                                49
THE READER'S HIGH PRIVILEGE                       63
THE BACKGROUND OF THE BOOK                        79
THE CHINESE BOOK                                  87
THICK PAPER AND THIN                              92
THE CLOTHING OF A BOOK                            97
PARCHMENT BINDINGS                               102
LEST WE FORGET THE FEW GREAT BOOKS               104
PRINTING PROBLEMS FOR SCIENCE TO SOLVE           115
TYPES AND EYES: THE PROBLEM                      120
TYPES AND EYES: PROGRESS                         128
EXCEPTIONS TO THE RULE OF LEGIBILITY             134
THE STUDENT AND THE LIBRARY                      139
ORTHOGRAPHIC REFORM                              145
THE PERVERSITIES OF TYPE                         152
A SECRET OF PERSONAL POWER                       162
INDEX                                            171




THE BOOKLOVER AND HIS BOOKS




THE BOOKLOVER AND HIS
BOOKS




BOOKS AND BOOKLOVERS[1]


The booklover is distinguished from the reader as such by loving his
books, and from the collector as such by reading them. He prizes not
only the soul of the book, but also its body, which he would make a
house beautiful, meet for the indwelling of the spirit given by its
author. Love is not too strong a word to apply to his regard, which
demands, in the language of Dorothy Wordsworth, "a beautiful book, a
book to caress--peculiar, distinctive, individual: a book that hath
first caught your eye and then pleased your fancy." The truth is that
the book on its physical side is a highly organized art object. Not in
vain has it transmitted the thought and passion of the ages; it has
taken toll of them, and in the hands of its worthiest makers these
elements have worked themselves out into its material body. Enshrining
the artist's thought, it has, therefore, the qualities of a true art
product, and stands second only to those which express it, such as
painting and sculpture; but no other art product of its own order, not
the violin nor the jewel-casket, can compare with the book in esthetic
quality. It meets one of the highest tests of art, for it can appeal to
the senses of both beauty and grandeur, either separately, as in the
work of Aldus and of Sweynheym and Pannartz, or together, as in that of
Jenson.

Books have doubtless had their lovers in all ages, under all their
forms. Even the Assyrian clay tablet, if stamped with the words of poet
or sage, might have shared the affection which they inspired. So might
the papyrus roll of the Egyptian, and so does even to-day the parchment
book of the middle ages, whenever its fortunate owner has the soul of a
booklover. From this book our own was derived, yet not without a break.
For our book is not so much a copy of the Roman and medieval book as a
"substitute" for it, a machine product made originally to sell at a
large profit for the price of hand-work. It was fortunate for the early
printed book that it stood in this intimate if not honored relation to
the work of the scribes and illuminators, and fortunate for the book of
to-day, since, with all its lapses, it cannot escape its heritage of
those high standards.

Mr. John Cotton Dana has analyzed the book into forty elements; a
minuter analysis might increase the number to sixty; but of either
number the most are subsidiary, a few controlling. The latter are those
of which each, if decided upon first, determines the character of the
rest; they include size, paper, and type. The mention of any size,
folio, quarto, octavo, twelvemo, sixteenmo, calls up at once a distinct
mental picture of an ideal book for each dimension, and the series is
marked by a decreasing thickness of paper and size of type as it
progresses downward from the folio. The proportions of the page will
also vary, as well as the surface of the paper and the cut of the type,
the other elements conforming to that first chosen.

Next to size, paper determines the expression of a book. It is the
printing material par excellence; but for its production the art could
never have flourished. It is as much preferred by the printer as
parchment was by the scribe. Its three elements of body, surface, and
tint must all be considered, and either body or surface may determine
the size of the book or the character of the type. A smooth surface may
be an element of beauty, as with the paper employed by Baskerville, but
it must not be a shiny surface. The great desideratum in modern paper
from the point of view of the book-buyer is a paper that, while opaque
and tough, shall be thin enough to give us our books in small compass,
one more akin to the dainty and precious vellum than to the heavier and
coarser parchment. It should also be durable.

Type gives its name to the art and is the instrument by which the spoken
word is made visible to the eye. The aims in its design should be
legibility, beauty, and compactness, in this order; but these are more
or less conflicting qualities, and it is doubtful if any one design can
surpass in all. Modern type is cleaner-cut than the old, but it may be
questioned whether this is a real gain. William Morris held that all
types should avoid hair-lines, fussiness, and ugliness. Legibility
should have the right of way for most printed matter, especially
children's books and newspapers. If the latter desire compactness, they
should condense their style, not their types.

A further important element, which affects both the legibility and the
durability of the book, is the ink. For most purposes it should be a
rich black. Some of the print of the early masters is now brown, and
there have been fashions of gray printing, but the booklover demands
black ink, except in ornaments, and there color, if it is to win his
favor, must be used sparingly and with great skill. We are told that the
best combination for the eye is ink of a bluish tint on buff-tinted
paper; but, like much other good advice, this remains practically
untried.

Illustrations have been a feature of the book for over four hundred
years, but they have hardly yet become naturalized within its pages. Or
shall we say that they soon forgot their proper subordination to the
type and have since kept up a more or less open revolt? The law of
fitness demands that whatever is introduced into the book in connection
with type shall harmonize with the relatively heavy lines of type. This
the early black-line engravings did. But the results of all other
processes, from copper-plate to half-tone, conflict with the
type-picture and should be placed where they are not seen with it.
Photogravures, for instance, may be put at the end of the book, or they
may be covered with a piece of opaque tissue paper, so that either their
page or the facing type-page will be seen alone. We cannot do without
illustrations. All mankind love a picture as they love a lover. But let
the pictures belong to the book and not merely be thrust into it.

The binding is to the book what the book is to its subject-matter, a
clothing and protection. In the middle ages, when books were so few as
to be a distinction, they were displayed sidewise, not edgewise, on the
shelves, and their covers were often richly decorated, sometimes with
costly gems. Even the wooden cover of the pre-Columbian Mexican book had
gems set in its corners. Modern ornamentation is confined to tooling,
blind and gilt, and inlaying. But some booklovers question whether any
decoration really adds to the beauty of the finest leather. It should be
remembered that the binding is not all on the outside. The visible cover
is only the jacket of the real cover on which the integrity of the book
depends. The sewing is the first element in time and importance. To be
well bound a book should lie open well, otherwise it is bound not for
the reader but only for the collector.

It cannot be too often repeated that properly made books are not
extremely costly. A modern book offered at a fancy price means either a
very small edition, an extravagant binding, or what is more likely, a
gullible public. But most books that appeal to the booklover are not
excessive in price. Never before was so much money spent in making books
attractive--for the publisher always has half an eye on the
booklover--and while much of this money is wasted, not all is laid out
in vain. Our age is producing its quota of good books, and these the
booklover makes it his business to discover.

In order to appreciate, the booklover must first know. He must be a
book-kenner, a critic, but one who is looking for excellencies rather
than faults, and this knowledge there are many books to teach him. But
there is no guide that can impart the love of books; he must learn to
love them as one learns to love sunsets, mountains, and the ocean, by
seeing them. So let him who would know the joys and rewards of the
booklover associate with well-made books. Let him begin with the
ancients of printing, the great Germans, Italians, Dutchmen. He can
still buy their books if he is well-to-do, or see them in libraries and
museums if he belongs to the majority. Working down to the moderns, he
will find himself discriminating and rejecting, but he will be attracted
by certain printers and certain periods in the last four hundred years,
and he will be rejoiced to find that the last thirty years, though
following a decline, hold their own--not by their mean but by their
best--with any former period short of the great first half-century,
1450-1500.

Finally, if his book-love develops the missionary spirit in him, let him
lend his support to the printers and publishers of to-day who are
producing books worthy of the booklover's regard, for in no other way
can he so effectually speed the day when all books shall justify the
emotion which more than five hundred years ago Richard de Bury, Bishop
of Durham, expressed in the title of his famous and still cherished
work, the _Philobiblon_.




FITNESS IN BOOK DESIGN


"A woman's fitness comes by fits," said slanderous Cloten; but to say as
much of fitness in book design would be on the whole a compliment.
Fitness as applied to book design means, of course, that the material
form of the book shall correspond to its spiritual substance, shall be
no finer and no meaner, and shall produce a like, even if a slighter,
esthetic impression. At the outset we have to surrender to commercialism
more than half our territory. All agree that our kings should be clothed
in purple and our commoners in broadcloth; but how about the
intellectual riffraff that makes up the majority of our books? Are our
publishers willing that these should be clothed according to their
station? Hardly; for then would much of their own occupation be gone. It
is recognized that for a large proportion of our publications the
design--the outward appearance--is in great measure counted on to sell
the book; and printers and publishers will not consent to send the
paupers of literature forth upon the world in their native rags, for so
they would find no one to welcome them. It will be useless to quarrel
with the fact that the design of many books is meant as a bait and not
as a simple interpretation of their meaning and worth. Design of this
character, however, is relatively easy; it is really not design at all,
but millinery. It is when his work becomes genuinely interpretative that
the designer's difficulties begin.

The first business of the designer, therefore, is to understand the book
he is treating. Here, of course, his judgment, however sincere, may be
mistaken or misled. A classical instance of this is found in connection
with one of the most famous books in the history of modern
printing,--Barlow's "Columbiad." This work, which first appeared in 1787
under a different title, was enlarged to epic proportions during the
next twenty years, and was finally given to the world in 1807 in the
belief on the part of its author and in the hope at least on the part of
its publisher that it would take rank and be honored for all time as the
great American epic. Under this misconception the book was clothed in a
form that might worthily have enshrined "Paradise Lost." Its stately
quarto pages were set in a type specially designed for the work and
taking from it the name of Columbian. The volume was embellished with
full-page engravings after paintings in the heroic manner by Smirke; in
short, it was the most pretentious book issued in America up to that
time, and it still ranks, in the words of Professor Barrett Wendell,
"among the most impressive books to look at in the world." But alas for
the vanity of human aspirations! "The Columbiad" is now remembered as a
contribution to typography rather than literature. The designer overshot
his author.

We have tacitly assumed that a book has but one interpretation and
therefore but one most appropriate design. This, however, is far from
the truth. When, after various more or less successful editions of
Irving's "Knickerbocker" had appeared, Mr. Updike brought out some
twenty years ago his comic edition, with the whole make-up of the book
expressive of the clumsy and stupid Dutchmen depicted in Irving's
mock-heroic, we felt at the moment that here was the one ideal
"Knickerbocker." Yet, much as we still admire it, does it wholly
satisfy us? Is there not as much room as ever for an edition that shall
express primarily not the absurdity of its subject-matter, but the
delicate playfulness of Irving's humor and the lightness and grace of
his exuberant style? Has there ever been a final "Don Quixote"?
Certainly not in the recent monumental editions with their quagmire of
footnotes. Moreover, if _we_ had a final edition of the great romance it
would not remain final for our children's children. Every age will make
its own interpretations of the classics and will demand that they be
embodied in contemporary design. Thus every age in its book design
mirrors itself for future admiration or contempt.

Obviously, in giving form to a single work a designer is freer than in
handling a series by one or by various authors. In such cases he must
seize upon more general and therefore less salient characteristics. The
designer of "Hiawatha" or "Evangeline" has a fairly clear task before
him, with a chance of distinct success or failure; but the designer of
an appropriate form for the whole series of Longfellow's works, both
prose and poetry, has a less individualized problem, and must think of
the elements that run through all,--sweetness, grace, gentleness,
dignity, learning. Yet, though general, these qualities in a series may
be far from vague. We have only to consider the absurdity of a
handy-volume Gibbon or a folio Lamb. On looking at the bulky,
large-type, black-covered volumes of the Forman edition of Shelley and
Keats one instinctively asks, "What crime did these poets commit that
they should be so impounded?" The original edition of the life of
Tennyson by his son, in two lumbering, royal octavo volumes, comes near
to what Thackeray called the Farnese Hercules, "a hulking abortion."
Contrast with it the dignity linked with charm of the original edition
of Longfellow's life by his brother. But of all monstrosities of book
design the British three-volume novel mania is responsible for some of
the worst. Henry Ward Beecher's one novel, "Norwood," which appeared in
America becomingly clad in a single volume, received in England the
regulation three-volume dress, in which it looks as ridiculously
inflated as did a slender miss of that period in the crinoline then in
vogue. There is one abomination in book design for which I owe a
personal grudge to commercialism, and that is the dropsical book form
given to Locker-Lampson's "My Confidences." If ever there was a winsome
bit of writing it is this, and it should have made a book to take to
one's heart, something not larger than a "Golden Treasury" volume, but
of individual design. My comfort is that this will yet be done, and my
belief is that art will justify itself better in the market than
commercialism did. A more modern instance of expansion for commercial
reasons defeating fitness in design is furnished by Waters' translation
of "The Journal of Montaigne's Travels." Here we have three small
volumes outwardly attractive, but printed on paper thick enough for
catalogue cards, and therefore too stiff for the binding, also in type
too large to be pleasant. The whole should have been issued in one
volume of the same size in smaller type, and would then have been as
delightful in form as it is in substance.

It is not enough that all the elements of a book be honest, sincere,
enduring; otherwise the clumsy royal octavos of Leslie Stephen's edition
of Fielding would be as attractive as "the dear and dumpy twelves" of
the original editions. Royal octavo, indeed, seems to be the pitfall of
the book designer, though there is no inherent objection to it. Where in
the whole range of reference books will be found a more attractive set
of volumes than Moulton's "Library of Literary Criticism," with their
realization in this format of the Horatian _simplex munditiis_? For
extremely different treatments of this book size it is instructive to
compare the slender volumes of the original editions of Ruskin with the
slightly shorter but very much thicker volumes of the scholarly
definitive edition, which is a monument of excellence in every element
of book design except the crowning one of fitness. Our libraries must
have this edition for its completeness and its editorship; its material
excellence will insure the transmission of Ruskin's message to future
centuries; but no one will ever fall in love with these volumes or think
of likening them to the marriage of "perfect music unto noble words."

Granted that the designer knows the tools of his trade,--grasps the
expressional value of every element with which he has to deal, from the
cut of a type to the surface of a binder's cloth,--his task, as we said,
is first to know the soul of the book intrusted to him for embodiment;
it is next to decide upon its most characteristic quality, or the sum of
its qualities; and, lastly, it is so to use his physical elements as to
give to the completed book an expression that shall be the outward
manifestation of its indwelling spirit. This is all that can be asked of
him; but, if he would add a touch of perfection, let him convey the
subtle tribute of a sense of the value of his subject by reflecting in
his design the artist's joy in his work.




PRINT AS AN INTERPRETER OF MEANING


The invention of printing, we have often been told, added to book
production only the two commercial elements of speed and cheapness. As
regards the book itself, we are assured, printing not only added
nothing, but, during the four and a half centuries of its development,
has constantly tended to take away. These statements are no doubt
historically and theoretically true, yet they are so unjust to the
present-day art that some supplementary statement of our obligations to
printing seems called for, aside from the obvious rejoinder that, even
if speed and cheapness are commercial qualities, they have reached a
development--especially in the newspaper--beyond the dreams of the most
imaginative fifteenth-century inventor, and have done nothing less than
revolutionize the world.

Taking the service of printing as it stands to-day, what does it
actually do for the reader? What is the great difference between the
printed word and even the best handwriting? It is obviously the
condensation and the absolute mechanical sameness of print. The
advantage of these differences to the eye in respect to rapid reading is
hardly to be overestimated. Let any one take a specimen of average
penmanship and note the time which he consumes in reading it; let him
compare with this the time occupied in reading the same number of
printed words, and the difference will be startling; but not even so
will it do justice to print, for handwriting average in quality is very
far from average in frequency. If it be urged that the twentieth-century
comparison should be between typewriting and print, we may reply that
typewriting _is_ print, though it lacks most of its condensation, and
that the credit for its superior legibility belongs to typography, of
which the new art is obviously a by-product. But we are not yet out of
the manuscript period, so far as private records are concerned, and it
still is true, as it has been for many generations, that print
multiplies the years of every scholar's and reader's life.

At this point we may even introduce a claim for print as a contributor
to literature. There are certainly many books of high literary standing
that never would have attained their present form without the
intervention of type. It is well known that Carlyle rewrote his books in
proof, so that the printer, instead of attempting to correct his
galleys, reset them outright. Balzac went a step further, and largely
wrote his novels in proof, if such an expression may be allowed. He so
altered and expanded them that what went to the printing office as copy
for a novelette finally came out of it a full-sized novel. Even where
the changes are not so extensive, as in the proof-sheets of the Waverley
Novels preserved in the Cornell University Library, it is interesting to
trace the alterations which the author was prompted to make by the sight
of his paragraphs clothed in the startling distinctness of print. Nor is
this at all surprising when one considers how much better the eye can
take in the thought and style of a composition from the printed page
than it can even from typewriting. The advantage is so marked that some
publishers, before starting on an expensive literary venture, are
accustomed to have the copy set up on the linotype for the benefit of
their critics. If the work is accepted, the revisions are made on these
sheets, and then, finally, the work is sent back to the composing room
to receive the more elaborate typographic dress in which it is to
appear.

But to return to the advantages of type to the reader. Handwriting can
make distinctions, such as punctuation and paragraphing, but print can
greatly enforce them. The meaning of no written page leaps out to the
eye; but this is the regular experience of the reader with every
well-printed page. While printing can do nothing on a single page that
is beyond the power of a skillful penman, its ordinary resources are the
extraordinary ones of manuscript. It might not be physically impossible,
for instance, to duplicate with a pen a page of the Century Dictionary,
but it would be practically impossible, and, if the pen were our only
resource, we never should have such a marvel of condensation and
distinctness as that triumph of typography in the service of
scholarship.

In ordinary text, printing has grown away from the distinctions to the
eye that were in vogue two hundred years ago--a gain to art and perhaps
to legibility also, though contemporary critics like Franklin lamented
the change--but in reference books we have attained to a finer skill in
making distinctions to the eye than our forefathers achieved with all
their typographic struggles. Nor are our reference pages lacking in
beauty. But our familiarity with works of this class tends to obscure
their wonderful merit as time-savers and eye-savers. It is only when we
take up some foreign dictionary, printed with little contrast of type,
perhaps in German text, and bristling with unmeaning abbreviations, that
we appreciate our privilege. Surely this is a marvelous mechanical
triumph, to present the words of an author in such a form that the eye,
to take it in, needs but to sweep rapidly down the page, or, if it
merely glances at the page, it shall have the meaning of the whole so
focused in a few leading words that it can turn at once to the passage
sought, or see that it must look elsewhere. The saving of time so
effected may be interpreted either as a lengthening of life or as an
increased fullness of life, but it means also a lessening of friction
and thus an addition to human comfort.

We have been speaking of prose; but print has done as much or more to
interpret the meaning of poetry. We have before us a facsimile of
nineteen lines from the oldest Vatican manuscript of Vergil. The
hexameters are written in single lines; but this is the only help to the
eye. The letters are capitals and are individually very beautiful,
indeed, the lines are like ribbons of rich decoration; but the words are
not separated, and the punctuation is inconspicuous and primitively
simple, consisting merely of faint dots. Modern poetry, especially
lyric, with its wealth and interplay of rhyme, affords a fine
opportunity for the printer to mediate between the poet and his public,
and this he has been able to do by mere indention and leading, without
resorting to distinction of type. The reader of a sonnet or ballad
printed without these two aids to the eye is robbed of his rightful
clues to the construction of the verse. It seems hardly possible that a
poem could have been read aloud from an ancient manuscript, at sight,
with proper inflection; yet this is just what printing can make possible
for the modern reader. It has not usually done so, for the printer has
been very conservative; he has taken his conception of a page from
prose, and, not being compelled to, has not placed all the resources of
his art at the service of the poet. Accents, pauses, and certain
arbitrary signs might well be employed to indicate to the reader the
way the poet meant his line to be read. Milton curiously gave us some
metric hints by means of changes in spelling, but we have to read all
our other poets in the light of our own discernment, and it is not to be
wondered at if doctors disagree. Even the caesura, or pause in the
course of a long line, is not always easy to place. Francis Thompson, in
his poem "A Judgement in Heaven," has indicated this by an asterisk,
giving an example that might well be followed by other poets and their
printers. The regularity of eighteenth-century verse made little call
for guide-posts, but modern free meter, in proportion to its greater
flexibility and richness, demands more assistance to the reader's eye,
or even to his understanding. For instance, to read aloud hexameters or
other long lines, some of which have the initial accent on the first
syllable and some later, is quite impossible without previous study
supplemented by a marking of the page. Yet a few printed accents would
make a false start impossible. Poetry will never require the elaborate
aid from the printer which he gives to music; but it seems clear that he
has not yet done for it all that he might or should.

It is surely not an extreme assumption that the first duty of the
printer is to the meaning of his author, and his second to esthetics;
but shall we not rather say that his duty is to meet both demands, not
by a compromise, but by a complete satisfaction of each? A difficult
requirement, surely, but one that we are confident the twentieth-century
printer will not permit his critics to pronounce impossible.




FAVORITE BOOK SIZES


In the following paper some account will be given of five book sizes
that have taken rank as favorites. It should excite no surprise that all
are small sizes. Nature's favorites are always small; her insect jewels
outnumber her vertebrates a millionfold; and book-loving human nature
takes the same delight in daintiness.

There is, to be sure, a general impression that the first centuries of
printing were given up to folios, the eighteenth century to quartos and
octavos, and that only the present period has been characterized by
twelvemos and sixteenmos. We think of the Gutenberg Bible, the Nuremberg
Chronicle, the mighty editions of the Fathers, the polyglot Bibles of
Paris, London, and Antwerp,--fairly to be called limp teachers'
Bibles,--the 1611 Bible, the Shakespeare folios; then of the quarto
editions of Addison, Pope, Walpole, and their contemporaries, and the
stately octavo editions of the same writers; and finally of the myriad
_infra_ that have swarmed from the press during the last century. But,
when we walk through a library that offers a representative collection
of books from the invention of printing to the present, we realize that
the bigness of the folios and quartos has deceived us as to their
relative number, all forms of literature being considered.

The parent of our present book form, the Roman codex, split from an
actual block of wood, had a surface hardly as large as the cover of a
Little Classic. The vellum Books of Hours were dainty volumes. Even in
the period between Gutenberg and Aldus, books of moderate size were not
uncommon, and continuously, from the days of the great Venetian
popularizer of literature to the present, the small books have far
outnumbered their heavy-armed allies. Common sense, indeed, would tell
us that this must be so, even if it had not inspired Dr. Johnson, its
eighteenth century exponent, to declare: "Books that you may carry to
the fire, and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all."

Our account properly begins with Aldus. From 1494, the date of his first
productions, until 1501 he printed his books in folio and quarto. But in
the first year of the new century he began to use his famous cursive
type, now called italic. The fineness of the new type, as has been
suggested, called for a smaller size of book, which was also favored by
considerations of economy and convenience; and so Aldus made up his
sheets in a form which the fold compels us to call octavo, but which
to-day would be called sixteenmo. Says Horatio F. Brown, in his "The
Venetian Printing Press": "The public welcomed the new type and size.
The College granted Aldus a monopoly for ten years for all books printed
in this manner. The price of books was lowered at once. Didot calculates
that an octavo of Aldus cost, on an average, two francs and a half,
whereas a folio probably cost about twenty francs. These two innovations
on type and on format constituted a veritable revolution in the printing
press and in the book trade, which now began to reach a far more
extensive market than it had ever touched before. With this wide
diffusion of books came the popularization of knowledge at which Aldus
aimed. Scholarship began to lose its exclusive and aristocratic
character when the classics were placed within the reach of any student
who chose to study, meditate, and interpret them for himself. And to
Aldus belongs the credit of having, through his new type and size,
opened the way to the democratization of learning."

That the taste which Aldus so successfully hit was no merely temporary
one, any person will be convinced if he will stand before a shelf full
of these little Aldus classics, handle the light, well-proportioned
volumes, and take in the esthetic charm of their type and page and form,
which, in spite of their four hundred years, by no means savors of
antiquity. In these books Aldus achieved one of the greatest triumphs
possible in any art, a union of beauty and utility, each on so high a
plane that no one is able to decide which is pre-eminent. In a copy
which I have before me of his "Rhetoricorum ad C. Herennium Libri IIII,"
1546, the fine proportions of the page appear in spite of trimming. Very
noticeable are the undersized roman capitals; more curious is the letter
printed in the otherwise blank square to indicate what initial the
illuminator should insert in color, and the irregular use of capitals
and small letters after a period. The catchword appears only on the last
page of the signature, not on every page, as was the later practice.
Modern usage wisely consigns italic to a subordinate place, but in point
of beauty combined with convenience, it may well be questioned if four
centuries of printing have made any advance upon this page.

In nearly every library for scholars is to be found a row of plump
little books that never fail to catch the eye of the sightseer. If the
visitor does not know beforehand what they are, he is little enlightened
on being told that they are "Elzevirs," and the attendant must needs
supply the information that the Elzevirs were a family of Dutch printers
who flourished during the century that closed with the arrival of
William III in England, and that these tiny volumes represent their most
popular productions. Says George Haven Putnam in his "Books and their
Makers during the Middle Ages": "The Elzevirs, following the example set
a century and a half earlier by Aldus, but since that time very
generally lost sight of by the later publishers, initiated a number of
series of books in small and convenient forms, twelvemo and sixteenmo,
which were offered to book buyers at prices considerably lower than
those they had been in the habit of paying for similar material printed
in folio, quarto, or octavo.... These well-edited, carefully printed,
and low-priced editions of the classics won for the Elzevirs the cordial
appreciation of scholars and of students throughout Europe."

Among the authors who acknowledged their indebtedness to the Elzevirs
may be mentioned Galileo, the elder Balzac, and the poet Ménage. I have
before me more than six feet of shelving filled with these tiny books.
They are nearly all bound in vellum, and thus retain their antique
appearance without as well as within. Their subject-matter is in the
fields of literature, ancient and contemporary, and the history,
geography, and political constitution of the principal countries. The
books of the latter division are known as "Respublicæ Variæ." It is
impossible to resist the conclusion that this book form was chosen not
more to supply cheap books which could be sold to impecunious scholars
than to provide portable volumes for travelers. The Elzevir
"Commonwealths" were the predecessors of our "satchel guides," and the
literary publications in this form were evidently designed to be pocket
editions. It was to such books that Dr. Johnson referred when he advised
his friends "never to go out without some little book or other in their
pocket. Much time is lost by waiting, by travelling, etc., and this may
be prevented by making use of every possible opportunity for
improvement." When the positive doctor, on his journey to the Hebrides,
paid his tribute to George Buchanan at St. Andrews, his acquaintance
with the Latin poetry of the Scotch professor may well have arisen from
his having thus made a pocket piece of one of the several Elzevir
editions of the poet.

The characteristics of the "Elzevirs" are that they range from about
four to about five inches in height, are always narrow, 2-1/4 to 2-3/4
inches in width, and are usually thick, in some cases even 1-1/2 inches.
It is hardly necessary to say that the esthetic impression of these
"jewels of typography" is wholly different from that produced by the
"Alduses." It is the beauty of an infant compared with that of a youth,
and, as in the case of the infant, plumpness is a part of the charm. The
thinnest of the "Elzevirs" (about three-fourths of an inch thick) lack
much of the characteristic quality. It is of course granted that no
small portion of the charm exerted by these volumes is due to their
type, which in artistic excellence and practical effectiveness has
hardly been surpassed before or since.

When William Pickering, in 1830, began to issue his Aldine edition of
the British Poets in the most beautiful and appropriate form that he
could devise, the design which he placed upon the title-page, a dolphin
and an anchor, with the words "Aldi discip. Anglus," was an expression
at once of pride and of obligation. He had gone back to Aldus for his
model, and the book which he produced was in all but its change of type
from italic to roman a nearly exact reproduction of the form which Aldus
had employed so successfully three centuries before. Even the relative
thinness of the volumes was preserved as an important element of their
attractiveness to eye and hand. Whoever would learn what an enormous
difference in esthetic effect can be produced by slight differences in
style and size, especially in thickness, should compare the Pickering
"Aldines" with the rival set of British Poets published by Little and
Brown. The latter series is a noble one, often showing better presswork
than Pickering's, and it was deservedly popular, but it is many degrees
removed from the totality of esthetic charm that would entitle it to
rank as a favorite.

We said that Pickering went back to Aldus for his model, but he did not
travel a lonely road. The book size in question had never ceased to be
used, and in the eighteenth century it was in full favor. The writings
of the novelists and essayists found ready buyers in this form, as
witness, among others, the Strahan Fielding of 1783, the Rivington Idler
of the same year, and the Rivington Sterne of 1788. The size of the
printed page is usually larger, but that of the Sterne corresponds as
closely to that of the two "Aldines" as the difference in the size of
type will permit. Pickering's contemporaries and successors in the
publishing field recognized the attractiveness of this book size, and
the works of the poets generally were issued in this form; hence we
have, for example, the Longman Southey, the Moxon Wordsworth, and the
Murray Crabbe. The latest series to appeal for popular favor by the use
of this book form is Everyman's Library, in which, though much has been
sacrificed to cheapness, the outward proportions of the volumes are
almost identical with those adopted by Aldus and Pickering.

    Go, little book, whose pages hold
      Those garnered years in loving trust;
    How long before your blue and gold
      Shall fade and whiten in the dust?

This stanza from Dr. Holmes's introduction to his "Poems" of 1862 may
well be claimed by the Blue and Gold edition of the poets as its
passport to the recognition of future generations. But it will need no
passport; its own enduring charm is sufficient. The volumes of this
dainty series, while larger in all but thickness than the "Elzevirs,"
yet make their appeal by much the same qualities, compactness and
portability, with a suggestion of the Elzevirian plumpness. To the
attraction of the size is added the contrasted charm of the blue cover
and the gilt stamp and edges. That a Blue and Gold edition, in the
absence of its name qualities, becomes something far inferior may be
seen from a copy that has lost them in rebinding. In spite of the
hardness of their blue and the crudeness of their stamped designs, these
little volumes attract every reader and never remain long on the shelves
of the second-hand bookstores. We should not expect a publisher to
succeed were he now to put them upon the market for the first time or in
an exact reproduction. But the publisher who shall so recombine their
elements as to produce upon his public the effect which they made upon
theirs, and which they still make as reminiscent of an earlier taste,
will be the envy of his fellows. It is interesting to note that after
fifty years these volumes show no sign of fading, so that Dr. Holmes
might well have made his stanza an exclamation instead of a question.
They seem likely to last as long as the "Elzevirs" or even the "Alduses"
have already lasted, and possibly to outlast the fame, though hardly the
memory, of the poet who sang them. The dimensions of the cover are 5-5/8
by 3-3/8 inches; the thickness is about an inch. There was a larger Blue
and Gold format, as well as several smaller, but only the standard is
now valued.

We cannot bring our list of favorite book sizes much nearer the present
without running the risk of confusing the temporary and the permanent in
popular approval. We will, therefore, close with a mention of the Little
Classics. At about the time when the Blue and Gold series ceased to be
published, more exactly in 1874, Mr. Rossiter Johnson designed for the
now famous series which he was then editing a book form that sprang at
once into a favor that it still retains. In this form, which appears to
have no near counterpart in either earlier or later bookmaking, the
volumes are closely six by four inches by three-quarters of an inch in
thickness. The edges are colored red, whatever the color of the sides.
The printed page is relatively wide, and the whole effect of the book is
that of a tiny quarto, though in reality the dimensions are those of a
rather small sixteenmo of normal proportions. Thus the volume produces
upon the eye the charm of daintiness, while the page contains a
sufficient amount of matter to make the volume profitable to the
purchaser.

This series naturally suggests comparison with the Tauchnitz editions,
which consist of volumes only slightly larger. But really no comparison
is possible. The Tauchnitz editions are merely convenient carriers of
letterpress. The Little Classics are a genuine art product. That the
latter book size has not been more widely used than it has, by its own
and by other publishers, is perhaps due to commercial reasons. But there
can be no question of the esthetic appeal which it makes upon the reader
who is looking for compactness and beauty rather than for the greatest
bulk for his money. With the modern demand for the saving of space in
private libraries we may reasonably look for a revival of this condensed
and charming book size.

The adoption of a few standard sizes for all books was urged some years
ago at a meeting of American librarians. Commenting on this proposal, a
New York publisher remarked that he should be glad to have such standard
sizes adopted by others, but he should take pains to avoid them in his
own publications in order to gain the distinction of difference. The
discussion stopped suddenly under the impact of this unexpected assault.
But a second thought shows that the publisher's comment leaves the
question still open. It is obvious that if we were to adopt standard
sizes based upon nothing more fundamental than the librarian's desire
for uniformity or the printer's mechanical convenience, without regard
to the tastes and preferences of the reader, who is the final judge, the
publisher might well find his gain in disregarding them. But if the
standards adopted all represented sizes long tested and approved by
popular favor, the publisher who should avoid them would display a
confidence in the Spirit of the Perverse as sublime as it would be
hazardous. Fortunately no formal standardization of book sizes is likely
to be attempted. But, keenly as a publisher would resent any limitation
upon his freedom in book design, he is just as keenly desirous that his
books shall be favorites. To attain his coveted end he has two
resources, experience and experiment, or a mixture of both. While the
book sizes that have been discussed in this chapter do not include all
the favorites, they certainly include some of the first favorites, and
are worthy of study by everyone who is seeking public favor in the
design of that complex art product known as a Book.




THE VALUE OF READING, TO THE PUBLIC AND TO THE INDIVIDUAL


Of what value is it to a community to contain--still more to be composed
of--well-read people? We can best answer this question by picturing its
opposite, a community without readers; this we are unfortunately able to
do without drawing upon our imaginations, for we have only to turn to
certain districts of countries like Spain or Russia. There we shall meet
whole communities, large enough to form cities elsewhere, which are
little more than aggregations of paupers. Shall we find in any of these
homes a daily or a weekly paper, or a monthly magazine, or even a stray
book? Not one, except perhaps in the house of a priest. These masses of
people live on the earth, to be sure, but they do not live in the world.
No currents of the great, splendid life of the twentieth century ever
reach them; and they live in equal isolation from the life of the past.
"The glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome" have for them
simply no existence. They are truly the disinherited of all the ages.
Though they may not be unhappy, they can be called nothing less than
wretched. Is the fault one of race, or government, or religion? Much
could be said on all these points, both for and against; but one fact
remains indisputable--these people do not read.

Let us turn now to a different type of community, that represented by
the ordinary New England village. How stands the cause of reading
there? If there is any person of sound mind in the community who has
never learned to read, he is pointed out as a curiosity. There is not a
home in the length and breadth of the town that is without its paper,
its magazine, or its books. In other words, literacy is taken for
granted. Is it any wonder that in progress, wealth, and influence the
one community starts where the other leaves off? In the illiterate towns
just described there is often no man who has the slightest capacity for
business or who can represent the interests of his community before even
the humblest government official. But from towns of the other type come
men who represent with honor their state and their nation; men who widen
the bounds of freedom and who add new stars to the celestial sphere of
knowledge. Is all this wholly a matter of reading? One would not dare to
assert it absolutely, remembering the advantages of race, government,
and religion enjoyed in New England. And yet we have only to fancy the
condition of even such a town after one generation, supposing all its
printed matter and its power to read were taken away, if we would
realize what an impulse to progress and prosperity is given by the
presence of the volumes that line the shelves of our public libraries.

If the fortunes of a community in the modern world are bound up with the
use that it makes of books and libraries, no less are those of the
individual. This is true whether we refer to his private satisfaction or
to his public advancement. The animal is endowed with instinct, which is
sufficient for the guidance of his life, but it permits of no
development. Man must depend upon judgment, experience, reason--guides
that are often only too blind; but at least they admit of progress. In
fact it is only in the field of knowledge that human progress appears to
be possible. We have no better bodies than the ancient Greeks had--to
put the case very mildly. We have no better minds than they had--to make
an even safer assertion. But we _know_ almost infinitely more than they
did. In this respect the ancient Greeks were but as children compared
with ourselves. What makes this tremendous difference? Simply the fact
that we know all that was known by them and the Romans and the men of
the middle ages, and through this knowledge we have learned more by our
own discovery than they knew, all put together. The path to success for
men and races lies through the storehouse where this vast knowledge is
garnered--the library. But it is something more than a storehouse of
knowledge; it is an electrical battery of power. This knowledge, this
power, can be obtained in its fullness only through books. The man,
therefore, who aspires to lead his fellows, to command their respect or
their votes, must not rely on native talent alone; he must add to it the
stored-up talent of the ages.

There is an old proverb: "No man ever got rich with his coat off." This
is a puzzling assertion, for it seems to contradict so many accepted
ideas. General Grant, for instance, when asked for his coat-of-arms,
replied: "A pair of shirt sleeves." The answer showed an honorable pride
in labor; but we must remember that it was not General Grant's arms but
his brain that won his victories. Does not our proverb mean simply this:
that the great prizes of life--of which riches is the symbol, not the
sum--cannot be won by main strength and ignorance; that they can be won
only by energy making use of knowledge? But it is not only in the public
successes of life that books have a value for the individual. Public
successes are never the greatest that men win. It is in the expansion
and uplift of the inner self that books render their grandest service.
Emily Dickinson wrote of such a reader:

    He ate and drank the precious words,
      His spirit grew robust;
    He knew no more that he was poor,
      Nor that his frame was dust.
    He danced along the dingy days,
      And this bequest of wings
    Was but a book. What liberty
      A loosened spirit brings!

A final word on values. The philosophers make two great classes of
values, which may be entitled respectively Property and Possessions.
Under Property come money, houses, lands, carriages, clothing, jewels;
under Possessions come love, friendship, morality, knowledge, culture,
refinement. All are good things. There never were any houses or
carriages or clothes too good for a human being. But these obviously
belong to a different type of values from the other group--to a lower
type. What is the test, the touchstone, by which we can tell to which
class any value belongs? We shall find the test clearly stated in the
Sermon on the Mount. Is the treasure in question one that moth and rust
can corrupt or that thieves can break through and steal? If so, it
belongs to the lower class, to Property. But if it is one that cannot be
taken away, then it is a Possession and belongs to the higher type.
There is another test, which is really a part of this: Can you share it
without loss? If I own a farm, and give to another a half of it or a
year's crop from it, I deprive myself of just so much. But, if I have
knowledge or taste or judgment or affection, I can pour them all out
like water for the benefit of my fellows, and yet never have any the
less. On the contrary, I shall find that I have more; for they grow by
sharing. But we have not yet done with the superiority of Possessions
over Property. "Shrouds have no pockets," says the grim old proverb; and
all Property must be laid down at the edge of the grave. But if man be
immortal, as the wise in all ages have believed, then we do not have to
lay down our Possessions with this mortal body. For, if the soul when
freed from the flesh is to remain the soul, the self--and only so can
immortality have any meaning--then it must keep all those inner
acquisitions of knowledge, culture, and character which it has gathered
on earth; nay, it then for the first time truly comes into the enjoyment
of them. What were our earthly Possessions become Treasures laid up for
ourselves in Heaven.




THE BOOK OF TO-DAY AND THE BOOK OF TO-MORROW


The book of to-day is not necessarily the parent of the book of
to-morrow, just as it is itself not necessarily the child of the book of
yesterday. The relation is apt to be one of succession and influence
rather than anything suggesting biological evolution. Nature, according
to Linnaeus's famous maxim, never goes by leaps, but the book is a human
product, and human nature takes its chief pride in its leaps, calling
them inventions and discoveries. Such a leap in book production was the
substitution of parchment for papyrus, of paper for parchment, of
mechanical for manual processes when writing was displaced by
typography, of higher for lower mechanism in the creation of the power
perfecting press. These inventions had behind them, to be sure, the
impetus of economic demand, but no such partial explanation can be given
for the advent of William Morris among the printers of the late
nineteenth century, unless an unrecognized artistic need may be said to
constitute an economic demand.

The book of to-day in its best examples resembles not so much the book
of yesterday as that of some earlier days, and we may count this fact a
fortunate one, since it relegates to oblivion the books made in certain
inartistic periods, notably of the one preceding the present revival. It
is rather the best of the whole past of the book, and not the book of
to-day alone, that influences the character to be taken by the book of
to-morrow. This element is a historical one and a knowledge of it may be
acquired by study; it is the possible inventions that baffle our
prophecies. We know that any time some new process may be discovered
that will transform the book into something as unlike its present
character as that is unlike the papyrus roll. But because the element of
invention is so uncertain we can only recognize it, we cannot take it
into account. Our advantage in considering the book of to-day in
connection with the book of to-morrow will be chiefly a negative one, in
making the book as it is, so far as we find it defective, our point of
departure in seeking the book as it ought to be.

To-day, for our present purposes, may be taken as beginning with the
great work of Morris. But its book includes the worst as well as the
best. It is not only the book by which we in our jealousy for the
reputation of our age should like to have our age remembered, but also
the more frequent book that we have to see and handle, however much
against our will, and sometimes even to buy. We may congratulate
ourselves that this book will perish by its own defects, leaving after
all only the best book to be associated with our age; but this does not
alter the fact that in the present the undesirable book is too much with
us, is vastly in the majority, is, in fact, the only book that the great
mass of our contemporaries know. How bad it is most book buyers do not
realize; if they did, a better book would speedily take its place. But,
until they do, our only chance of relief is the doubtful one of an
invention that shall make good books cheaper to make than poor ones, or
the difficult one of educating the public in the knowledge of what a
book should be. The latter is obviously our only rational hope; but
before we turn to consider it, let us first look at the book of to-day
to see exactly what it is.

The book of to-day is first of all a novel. It has other forms, to be
sure,--poetry, essays, history, travels, works of science and art,--but
these do not meet the eye of the multitude. We may disregard them for
the moment, and, in reply to the question, What is the book of to-day?
we may say: It is a one-volume novel, a rather clumsy duodecimo, with a
showy cover adorned with a colored picture of the heroine. It is printed
on thick paper of poor quality, with type too large for the page, and
ugly margins equal all around. Its binding is weak, often good for only
a dozen readings, though quite as lasting as the paper deserves. For
merits it can usually offer clear type, black ink, and good presswork.
But its great fault is that in addressing the buyer it appeals to the
primitive instinct for bigness rather than to the higher sense that
regards quality. Such is the book of to-day, emphatically what Franklin
over a hundred years ago called a "blown" book.

But though the novel fills the multitude's field of vision, it is after
all not the only contemporary book; there are others from which we may
be able to choose one worthier to be the book of to-day than the
self-elected novel. But we shall not find it where commercialism is
rife. In the presence of that element we find still only an appeal to
the many--which, if successful, means large profits--by an appearance of
giving much while really giving little. In this game of illusion the
sound principles of bookmaking are forsaken. Books are not designed on
the basis of what they are, but on the basis of what they can be made to
seem. The result is puffery, not merely in advertising, but still
earlier in the dimensions of the book itself--the most modern and
profitable instance of using the east wind for a filler.

But at this point a new element is introduced, the public library. The
ordinary buyer carries home the distended book, and after he and his
family have read it, he cares not if it falls to pieces after the next
reading. Neither does he care if it takes up thrice the room that it
should, for he no longer gives it room. But the public library, under
the existing inflationism, must not only pay too much for its popular
books; it must also house them at a needless outlay, and must very early
duplicate a serious percentage of their first cost in rebinding them. So
burdensome has this last item become that our libraries are consenting
to pay a slightly larger first cost in order to avoid the necessity of
rebinding; and enterprising publishers, following the lead of a more
enterprising bookbinder, are beginning to cater to this library demand,
which some day, let us hope, may dominate the entire publishing world
for all books worth preserving, and may extend to all the elements of
the book.

But fortunately there is here and there the uncommercial publisher and
now and then an uncommercial mood in the ordinary publisher. To these we
owe a small but important body of work of which no previous age need
have been ashamed. Of these books we may almost say that they would be
books if there were nothing in them. They have come into being by a
happy conjunction of qualified publisher and appreciative buyers. They
show what most books may be and what all books will strive to be if ever
the majority of book buyers come to know what a good book is. This
brings us finally to the book of to-morrow, what we hope it will be and
how we can make it so.

The book of to-morrow, the book as it ought to be, will be both better
and cheaper than the book of to-day. It can afford to be cheaper, for it
will have a large and appreciative public, and for the same reason it
will have to be better. The question of supreme importance now, if this
public is ever to exist, is: How to educate our book buyers. The answer
is not easy, for our book buyers do not realize that they are untrained,
and, even if they realized it, the task of training them in the
knowledge and love of the well-made book would be difficult. But we can
do at least three things: agitate--proclaim the existence of a lore to
be acquired, an ignorance and its practices to be eschewed;
illustrate--show the good book and the bad together, and set forth,
point by point, why the good is superior; last and most important, we
must vindicate--back up our words by our deeds, support the publisher
who gives the world good books, and leave to starvation or reform the
publisher who clings to the old unworthy methods of incapacity or fraud.
Even now, if every enlightened booklover in America would carry out this
plan as a matter of duty merely where he could do so without
inconvenience, nothing less than a revolution would be upon us, and we
should have the Book of To-morrow while it is still To-day.




A CONSTRUCTIVE CRITIC OF THE BOOK


At the meeting of the British librarians at Cambridge in 1882 a bomb was
thrown into the camp of the book producers in the form of the question:
Who spoils our new English books? In the explosion which followed,
everybody within range was hit, from "the uncritical consumer" to "the
untrained manufacturer." This dangerous question was asked and answered
by Henry Stevens of Vermont, who, as a London bookseller, had for nearly
forty years handled the products of the press new and old, had numbered
among his patrons such critical booklovers as John Carter Brown and
James Lenox, and had been honored with the personal friendship of
William Pickering the publisher and Charles Whittingham the printer. He
had therefore enjoyed abundant opportunity for qualifying himself to
know whereof he spoke. If his words were severe, he stood ready to
justify them with an exhibit of sixty contemporary books which he set
before his hearers.[2]

The truth is, however unwilling his victims may have been to admit it,
that his attack was only too well timed. The men of creative power, who
had ennobled English book production during the second quarter of the
nineteenth century, had passed away, and books were being thrown
together instead of being designed as formerly. The tradition of
excellence in English bookmaking still held sway over the public, and,
as their books sold, most producers saw no reason to disturb themselves.
What to them was progress in other lands, or the claims of a future that
could not be enforced? But after Mr. Stevens's attack they could at
least no longer plead ignorance of their faults. It is certain that an
improvement soon began, which culminated in the present great era of
book design throughout the English world. If the famous bookseller's
address were not the cause of the change, it at least marked a turning
point, and it deserves to be studied as one of the historic documents of
modern printing. It is more than this, however; it is a piece of
creative criticism, and though teaching not by example but by
contraries, it forms one of the best existing brief compends of what a
well-made book must be.

The critic of books as they were made a generation ago begins with the
assertion of a truth that cannot be too often repeated: "The manufacture
of a beautiful and durable book costs little if anything more than that
of a clumsy and unsightly one." He adds that once a handsome book and a
new English book were synonymous terms, but that now the production of
really fine books is becoming one of England's lost arts. He indulges in
a fling at "the efforts of certain recent printers to retrieve this
decadence by throwing on to the already overburdened trade several big,
heavy, and voluminous works of standard authors termed 'éditions de
luxe.'" He assures his hearers that his judgments were not formed on the
spur of the moment, but were based partly on long personal
observations--Stevens was the author of that widely influential piece of
selective bibliography, "My English Library," London, 1853--and on the
results of the international exhibitions since 1851, especially those
of Vienna (1874), Philadelphia (1876), and Paris (1878), in the last of
which he was a juror. His conclusion is "that the present new English,
Scotch, and Irish books, of a given size and price, are not of the
average quality of high art and skill in manufacture that is found in
some other countries." He reminds his hearers that "it is no excuse to
say that the rapidity of production has been largely increased. That
amounts merely to confessing that we are now consuming two bad books in
the place of one good one."

Mr. Stevens now comes to the direct question: Who spoils our new English
books? He answers it by naming not less than ten parties concerned: (1)
the author, (2) the publisher, (3) the printer, (4) the reader, (5) the
compositor, (6) the pressman or machinist, (7) the papermaker, (8) the
ink maker, (9) the bookbinder, and (10), last but not least, the
consumer. There is no question of honesty or dishonesty, he says, but
there is a painful lack of harmony, the bungling work of one or the
clumsy manipulation of another often defeating the combined excellence
of all the rest. The cure he foresees in the establishment of a school
of typography, in which every disciple of these ten tribes shall study a
recognized grammar of book manufacture based on the authority of the
best examples.

He now returns to the charge and pays his respects to each member of the
"ten tribes" in turn. The author's offense is found to consist largely
of ignorant meddling. The publisher is too often ignorant, fussy,
unskilled, pedantic, shiftless, and money-seeking, willing to make books
unsightly if their cheapness will sell them. The printer is the
scapegoat, and many books are spoiled in spite of his efforts, while he
gets all the blame. But he is apt to have faults of his own, the worst
of which is a failure in the careful design of the books intrusted to
him. "It was not so," says Mr. Stevens, "with our good old friends
William Pickering and Charles Whittingham, publisher and printer,
working for many years harmoniously together. It was their custom, as
both used repeatedly to tell us, to each first sit upon every new book
and painfully hammer out in his own mind its ideal form and proportions.
Then two Sundays at least were required to compare notes in the little
summer house in Mr. Whittingham's garden at Chiswick, or in the
after-dinner sanctuary, to settle the shape and dress of their
forthcoming 'friend of man.' It was amusing as well as instructive to
see each of them, when they met, pull from his bulging side pocket
well-worn title-pages and sample leaves for discussion and
consideration. When they agreed, perfection was at hand, and the 'copy'
went forward to the compositors, but not till then. The results, to this
day, are seen in all the books bearing the imprint of William Pickering,
nearly all of which bear also evidence that they came from the 'Chiswick
Press.'"

The reader, Mr. Stevens holds to be, under the printer, the real man of
responsibility; but he too is often hampered by want of plan and due
knowledge of the proportions of the book that he is handling. He also
should go to the school of typography, and the readers of different
offices should learn to agree. The compositor is pronounced "a little
person of great consequence." His moral responsibility is not great, but
too much is often thrust upon him; in fact he is, in many cases, the
real maker of the book. "He ought to have a chance at the school of
typography, and be better instructed in his own business, and be taught
not to assume the business of any other sinner joined with him in the
manufacture of books." Between the compositor and the pressman is a long
road in which many a book is spoiled, but the responsibility is hard to
place. Few people have any idea what constitute the essentials of a
book's form and proportions. Yet our old standards, in manuscript and
print, demand "that the length of a printed page should have relation to
its width, and that the top should not exceed half the bottom margin,
and that the front should be double the back margin."

The papermaker comes in for a large share of blame, but the remedy lies
only in the hands of the consumer, who must insist on receiving good and
durable paper. "The ink-maker is a sinner of the first magnitude." The
first printing inks are still bright, clean, and beautiful after four
hundred years; but who will give any such warrant to even the best inks
of the present day? Mr. Stevens pronounces the sallow inks of our day as
offensive to sight as they are to smell. The bookbinder is adjudged
equal in mischief to any other of the ten sinners, and the rest are
called upon to combine to prevent their books from being spoiled in
these last hands.

The consumer, after all, is the person most to blame, for he has the
power to control all the rest. Or, in the critic's closing words: "Many
of our new books are unnecessarily spoiled, and it matters little
whether this or that fault be laid to this or that sinner. The
publisher, the printer, or the binder may sometimes, nay, often does, if
he can, shift the burden of his sins to the shoulders of his neighbor,
but all the faults finally will come back on the consumer if he
tolerates this adulteration longer."

The great constructive feature of Mr. Stevens's address, which is one
that brings it absolutely up to date, is his call for a school of
typography, which shall teach a recognized grammar of book manufacture,
especially printing, a grammar as standard as Lindley Murray's. He
believes that the art of bookmaking cannot be held to the practice of
the laws of proportion, taste, and workmanship, which were settled once
for all in the age of the scribes and the first printers, without the
existence and pressure of some recognized authority. Such an authority,
he holds, would be furnished by a school of typography. This, as we
interpret it, would be not necessarily a school for journeymen, but a
school for those who are to assume the responsibility too often thrown
upon the journeymen, the masters of book production. With a large annual
output of books taken up by a public none too deeply versed in the
constituents of a well-made book, there would seem to be much hope for
printing as an art from the existence of such an institution, which
would be critical in the interest of sound construction, and one might
well wish that the course in printing recently established at Harvard
might at some time be associated with the name of its prophet of a
generation ago, Henry Stevens of Vermont.




BOOKS AS A LIBRARIAN WOULD LIKE THEM


The librarian is in a position more than any one else to know the
disabilities of books. The author is interested in his fame and his
emoluments, the publisher in his reputation and his profits. To each of
these parties the sales are the chief test. But the librarian's interest
in the book begins after the sale, and it continues through the entire
course of the book's natural life. His interest, moreover, is all-round;
he is concerned with the book's excellence in all respects,
intellectual, esthetic, and physical. He is the one who has to live with
it, literally to keep house with it; and his reputation is in a way
involved with its character. He may, therefore, be allowed for once to
have his say as to how he would like to have books made.

If a book is worth writing at all, it is worth writing three times:
first to put down the author's ideas, secondly to condense their
expression into the smallest possible compass, and thirdly so to arrange
them that they shall be most easily taken into the mind, putting them
not necessarily into logical order, but into psychological order. If the
author will do this and can add the touch of genius, or--shall we
say?--can suffuse his work with the quality of genius, then he has made
an addition to literature. That, among all the books which the librarian
has to care for, he finds so few that he can call additions to
literature is one of his grievances. The three processes may, indeed,
by a practiced hand be performed as one. The librarian is only anxious
that they be performed and that he have the benefit.

With the publisher the librarian feels that he can speak still more
bluntly than with the author, for it is against the publisher that the
librarian cherishes one of his greatest grievances, the necessity of
supplying four times the amount of storage room that ought to be
required. I have before me two books, one larger than the other in every
way and four times as thick. Yet the smaller book is printed in larger
type, has twice as many words on a page, and has twice as many pages.
This is, of course, an exceptional contrast, but a difference of four
times between the actual and the possible is by no means unusual. When
one considers that in most of our libraries it costs, all told, a dollar
to shelve a volume, one realizes that the librarian has against the
publisher a grievance that can be put into the language of commerce. If
every book is occupying a dollar's worth of space, which ought to
accommodate three others, then, gentlemen publishers, in swelling your
books to catch the public eye, you have taken from us far more than you
put into your own pockets from your sales to us. You have made our book
storage four times as costly and unwieldy as it ought to be; but you
have done worse than this, you have sold us perishable instead of
durable goods. You have cheapened every element of the book--paper, ink,
and binding--so that, while we begin the twentieth century with some
books on our shelves that are over four hundred years old and some that
are less than one, the only books among them that have any chance of
seeing the twenty-first century are those that will then be five hundred
years old; the books that might have been a century old will then, like
their makers, be dust. It seems to the librarian that you, who have
taken it upon yourselves to direct the service to be rendered to men by
the "art preservative of all arts," have assumed very lightly your
responsibility for the future's knowledge of our time. You may and do
answer that, as the records begin to perish, the most important of them
will be reprinted, and the world will be the better off for the loss of
the rest. To this it may be rejoined that you give the distant future no
chance to revise the judgments of a rather near future, and that vast
quantities of material which would be read with eagerness by future
generations and which would be carefully preserved if it were durable,
will not be reprinted, whatever its value. We may be sure that the daily
papers of the present year will never be reprinted; the world of the
future will be too busy, not to speak of the cost; yet what a series of
human documents will disappear in their destruction! If a part of the
professional obligation which you assumed in making yourselves
responsible for the issues of the press is to transmit the record of
this generation to later time, then it seems to me that you have in
great measure betrayed your trust and have so far brought to naught the
labors of your comrade, the librarian, in the conservation of
literature. Also you compel him to pay for unnecessary rebindings which
can hardly be made, so poor is the stock you furnish the binder; yet on
this point you have shown some indications of a change of heart, and I
will pass it over. Perhaps you have finally come to realize that every
cent paid for rebinding is taken out of your gross receipts. I will not
speak of the books that you ought never to have published, the books
that are not books; most of these the librarian can avoid buying, but
sometimes a book is just "ower gude for banning," and he has to take it
and catalogue it and store it, and take account of it and rearrange it,
and, after all, get scolded by his authorities or ridiculed by the
public for housing so much rubbish. The author is responsible with you
here, but your own individual responsibility is enough for any shoulders
to bear.

To the printer the librarian would say: since wishing is easy, let us
imagine that what ought always to happen is happening regularly instead
of rarely, namely, that the author produces a book worth printing and
that the publisher leaves you free to put it into a worthy form. This is
the opportunity that you have always been looking for. How are you going
to meet it? Do you know all the elements that you deal with and can you
handle them with a sure touch practically and esthetically? If so, you
will not need any hints from the librarian, and he will order your book
"sight unseen." But still, among the good and right ways of making
books, there may be some that he prefers, and he will ask you, when you
are making books for him and not for private buyers, at least to give
his preferences a hearing. He wants his books no bigger physically than
they need be, and yet he would like to have them of a convenient height,
from seven to nine inches. He would rather have their expansion in
height and width and not in thickness, for the former dimensions up to
ten and a half inches by eight mean no increased demand upon shelf room,
while the thickness of every leaf is taken out of his library's
capacity. He would like to have no wasteful margins and no extreme in
the size of type. If it is too large, the book takes up too much room;
if it is too small, his readers will ruin their eyes over it or, what is
more likely, refuse to read it and so make its possession a useless
expense. For the sake of rapid reading he would like to have every wide
page printed in columns. For the same reason he would like to have every
possible help given to the eye in the way of paragraphs, headlines, and
variation of type, so far as it can be given in consonance with the
esthetic rights of the book. With these points observed, and the book
printed on paper as thin and as light in weight as can be conveniently
used and is consistent with opacity and strength, with clear type, clear
and durable ink, and good presswork, the printer will have done his
part, and a book will go to the binder that is worthy of his best
treatment.

What that treatment is the binder knows better than I can tell him. When
he has applied it, the book will come out of his hands at once solid and
flexible; unmutilated, either on the outer edges where mutilation can be
seen, or at the back where it cannot be seen, but where it nevertheless
hurts the integrity of the book; covered with honest boards that will
stand use, and clad with a material, cloth or leather, that is both
strong to resist wear and also contains within itself no seeds of
deterioration. Besides this let it have a character, however
unobtrusive, befitting the contents of the book, and the binder will
have paid his full debt to the present and the future.

While the librarian's ideals of bookmaking are not the only ones, they
are in harmony with the best, and there cannot be progress in bookmaking
without approaching his ideals. He is, therefore, by his very office
committed to every undertaking for the improvement of the book, and
because of the efforts of librarians and other booklovers there is
ground for belief that the books of the present decade will be better
than those of the last.




THE BOOK BEAUTIFUL


We who use books every day as tools of trade or sources of inspiration
are apt to overlook the fact that the book, on its material side, is an
art object. Not, indeed, that it ranks with the products of poetry,
painting, sculpture, and other arts of the first grade; but it has a
claim to our consideration on the level of the minor arts, along with
jewelry, pottery, tapestry, and metal work. Moreover, its intimate
association with literature, of which it is the visible setting, gives
it a charm that, while often only reflected, may also be contributory,
heightening the beauty that it enshrines.

Using the word beauty for the result of artistic mastery, we may say
that in the other arts beauty is the controlling factor in price, but in
the book this is the case only exceptionally. As a consequence beautiful
books are more accessible for purchase or observation than any other
equally beautiful objects. For the price of a single very beautiful rug
one can obtain a small library of the choicest books. Except in the case
of certain masterpieces of the earliest printing, in which rarity is
joined to beauty, high prices for books have nothing to do with their
artistic quality. Even for incunabula one need pay only as many dollars
as for tapestries of the same grade one would have to pay thousands. In
book collecting, therefore, a shallow purse is not a bar to achievement,
and in our day of free libraries one may make good progress in the
knowledge and enjoyment of beautiful books without any expense at all.

Public taste is probably as advanced in the appreciation of the book
beautiful as of any other branch of art, but it is active rather than
enlightened. This activity is a good sign, for it represents the first
stage in comprehension; the next is the consciousness that there is more
in the subject than had been realized; the third is appreciation. The
present chapter is addressed to those--and they are many--who are in the
second stage. The first piece of advice to those who seek acquaintance
with the book beautiful is: Surround yourself with books that the best
judges you know call beautiful; inspect them, handle them; cultivate
them as you would friends. It will not be long before most other books
begin to annoy you, though at first you cannot tell why. Then specific
differences one after another will stand out, until at last you come to
know something of the various elements of the book, their possibilities
of beauty or ugliness, and their relations one to another. No one should
feel ashamed if this process takes a long time--is indeed endless.
William Morris pleaded to having sinned in the days of ignorance, even
after he had begun to make books. So wide is the field and so many and
subtle are the possible combinations that all who set out to know books
must expect, like the late John Richard Green, to "die learning." But
the learning is so delightful and the company into which it brings us is
so agreeable that we have no cause to regret our lifelong
apprenticeship.

The first of all the qualities of the book beautiful is fitness. It must
be adapted to the literature which it contains, otherwise it will
present a contradiction. Imagine a "Little Classic" Josephus or a folio
Keats. The literature must also be worthy of a beautiful setting, else
the book will involve an absurdity. Have we not all seen presentation
copies of government documents which gave us a shock when we passed from
the elegant outside to the commonplace inside? But the ideal book will
go beyond mere fitness; it will be both an interpretation of its
contents and an offering of homage to its worth. The beauty of the whole
involves perfect balance as well as beauty of the parts. No one must
take precedence of the rest, but there must be such a perfect harmony
that we shall think first of the total effect and only afterwards of the
separate elements that combine to produce it. This greatly extends our
problem, but also our delight in its happy solutions.

The discerning reader has probably noticed that we have already smuggled
into our introduction the notion that the book beautiful is a printed
book; and, broadly speaking, so it must be at the present time. But we
should not forget that, while the printed book has charms and laws of
its own, the book was originally written by hand and in this form was
developed to a higher pitch of beauty than the printed book has ever
attained. As Ruskin says, "A well-written book is as much pleasanter and
more beautiful than a printed book as a picture is than an engraving."
Calligraphy and illumination are to-day, if not lost arts, at best but
faint echoes of their former greatness. They represent a field of
artistic effort in which many persons of real ability might attain far
greater distinction and emolument than in the overcrowded ordinary
fields of art. Printing itself would greatly benefit from a flourishing
development of original bookmaking, gaining just that stimulus on the
art side that it needs to counterbalance the pressure of commercialism.
At present, however, we shall commit no injustice if, while remembering
its more perfect original, we accept the printed book as the
representative of the book beautiful; but, as a matter of fact, most
that we shall have to say of it will apply with little change to the
manuscript book.

A final point by way of preface is the relation of the book beautiful to
the well-made book. The two are not identical. A book may be legible,
strong, and durable, yet ill-proportioned and clumsy, ugly in every
detail. On the other hand, the book beautiful must be well made, else it
will not keep its beauty. The point where the two demands tend most to
conflict is at the hinge of the cover, where strength calls for
thickness of leather and beauty for thinness. The skill of the good
binder is shown in harmonizing these demands when he shaves the under
side of the leather for the joint. Let us now take up the elements of
the book one by one and consider their relations to beauty.

To one who never had seen a book before it would seem, as it stands on
the shelf or lies on the table, a curious rectangular block; and such it
is in its origin, being derived from the Roman codex, which was a block
of wood split into thin layers. When closed, therefore, the book must
have the seeming solidity of a block; but open it and a totally new
character appears. It is now a bundle of thin leaves, and its beauty no
longer consists in its solidity and squareness, but in the opposite
qualities of easy and complete opening, and flowing curves. This inner
contradiction, so far from making the book a compromise and a failure,
is one of the greatest sources of its charm, for each condition must be
met as if the other did not exist, and when both are so met, we derive
the same satisfaction as from any other combination of strength and
grace, such as Schiller celebrates in his "Song of the Bell."

The book therefore consists of a stiff cover joined by a flexible
back--in the book beautiful a tight back--and inclosing highly flexible
leaves. The substance of the board is not visible, being covered with
an ornamental material, either cloth or leather, but it should be strong
and tough and in thickness proportioned to the size of the volume. In
very recent years we have available for book coverings really beautiful
cloths, which are also more durable than all but the best leathers; but
we have a right to claim for the book beautiful a covering of leather,
and full leather, not merely a back and hinges. We have a wide range of
beauty in leathers, from the old ivory of parchment--when it has had a
few centuries in which to ripen its color--to the sensuous richness of
calf and the splendor of crushed levant. The nature of the book must
decide, if the choice is yet to be made. But, when the book has been
covered with appropriate leather so deftly that the leather seems "grown
around the board," and has been lettered on the back--a necessary
addition giving a touch of ornament--we are brought up against the hard
fact that, unless the decorator is very skillful indeed--a true artist
as well as a deft workman--he cannot add another touch to the book
without lessening its beauty. The least obtrusive addition will be blind
tooling, or, as in so many old books, stamping, which may emphasize the
depth of color in the leather. The next step in the direction of
ornament is gilding, the next inlaying. In the older books we find metal
clasps and corners, which have great decorative possibilities; but
these, like precious stones, have disappeared from book ornamentation in
modern times before the combined inroad of the democratic and the
classic spirit.

Having once turned back the cover, our interest soon forsakes it for the
pages inclosed by it. The first of these is the page opposite the inside
of the cover; obviously it should be of the same or, at least, of a
similar material to the body of the book. But the inside of the cover is
open to two treatments; it may bear the material either of the outer
covering or of the pages within. So it may display, for instance, a
beautiful panel of leather--doublure--or it may share with the next page
a decorative lining paper; but that next page should never be of
leather, for it is the first page of the book.

As regards book papers, we are to-day in a more fortunate position than
we were even a few years ago; for we now can obtain, and at no excessive
cost, papers as durable as those employed by the earliest printers. It
is needless to say that these are relatively rough papers. They
represent one esthetic advance in papermaking since the earliest days in
that they are not all dead white. Some of the books of the first age of
printing still present to the eye very nearly the blackest black on the
whitest white. But, while this effect is strong and brilliant, it is not
the most pleasing. The result most agreeable to the eye still demands
black or possibly a dark blue ink, but the white of the paper should be
softened. Whether we should have made this discovery of our own wit no
one can tell; but it was revealed to us by the darkening of most papers
under the touch of time. Shakespeare forebodes this yellowing of his
pages; but what was then thought of as a misfortune has since been
accepted as an element of beauty, and now book papers are regularly made
"antique" as well as "white." Even white does not please us unless it
inclines to creamy yellow rather than to blue. But here, as everywhere,
it is easy to overstep the bounds of moderation and turn excess into a
defect. The paper of the book beautiful will not attract attention; we
shall not see it until our second look at the page. The paper must not
be too thick for the size of the book, else the volume will not open
well, and its pages, instead of having a flowing character, will be
stiff and hard.

The sewing of the book is not really in evidence, except indirectly.
Upon the sewing and gluing, after the paper, depends the flexibility of
the book; but the sewing in most early books shows in the raised bands
across the back, which are due to the primitive and preferable stitch.
It may also show in some early and much modern work in saw-marks at the
inner fold when the book is spread wide open; but no such book can
figure as a book beautiful. The head band is in primitive books a part
of the sewing, though in all modern books, except those that represent a
revival of medieval methods, it is something bought by the yard and
stuck in without any structural connection with the rest of the book.

It is the page and not the cover that controls the proportions of the
book, as the living nautilus controls its inclosing shell. The range in
the size of books is very great--from the "fly's-eye Dante" to
"Audubon's Birds"--but the range in proportion within the limits of
beauty is astonishingly small, a difference in the relation of the width
of the page to its height between about sixty and seventy-five per cent.
If the width is diminished to nearer one-half the height, the page
becomes too narrow for beauty, besides making books of moderate size too
narrow to open well. On the other hand, if the width is much more than
three-quarters of the height, the page offends by looking too square. In
the so-called "printer's oblong," formed by taking twice the width for
the diagonal, the width is just under fifty-eight per cent of the
height, and this is the limit of stately slenderness in a volume. As we
go much over sixty per cent, the book loses in grace until we approach
seventy-five per cent, when a new quality appears, which characterizes
the quarto, not so much beauty, perhaps, except in small sizes, as a
certain attractiveness, like that of a freight boat, which sets off the
finer lines of its more elegant associates. A really square book would
be a triumph of ugliness. Oblong books also rule themselves out of our
category. A book has still a third element in its proportions,
thickness. A very thin book may be beautiful, but a book so thick as to
be chunky or squat is as lacking in elegance as the words we apply to
it. To err on the side of thickness is easy; to err on the side of
thinness is hard, since even a broadside may be a thing of beauty.

We now come to the type-page, of which the paper is only the carrier and
framework. This should have, as nearly as possible, the proportion of
the paper--really it is the type that should control the paper--and the
two should obviously belong together. The margins need not be extremely
large for beauty; an amount of surface equal to that occupied by the
type is ample. There was once a craze for broad margins and even for
"large-paper" copies, in which the type was lost in an expanse of
margin; but book designers have come to realize that the proportion of
white to black on a page can as easily be too great as too small. Far
more important to the beauty of a page than the extent of the margin are
its proportions. The eye demands that the upper margin of a printed page
or a framed engraving shall be narrower than the lower, but here the
kinship of page to picture ceases. The picture is seen alone, but the
printed page is one of a pair and makes with its mate a double diagram.
This consists of two panels of black set between two outer columns of
white and separated by a column of white. Now if the outer and inner
margins of a page are equal, the inner column of the complete figure
will be twice as wide as the outer. The inner margin of the page should
therefore be half (or, to allow for the sewing and the curve of the
leaf, a little more than half) the width of the outer. Then, when we
open the book, we shall see three columns of equal width. The type and
paper pages, being of the same shape, should as a rule be set on a
common diagonal from the inner upper corner to the outer lower corner.
This arrangement will give the same proportion between the top and
bottom margins as was assigned to the inner and outer. It is by
attention to this detail that one of the greatest charms in the design
of the book may be attained.

We saw that the shape of the book is a rectangle, and this would
naturally be so if there were no other reason for it than because the
smallest factor of the book, the type, is in the cross-section of its
body a rectangle. The printed page is really built up of tiny invisible
rectangles, which thus determine the shape of the paper page and of the
cover. A page may be beautiful from its paper, its proportions, its
color effects, even if it is not legible; but the book beautiful, really
to satisfy us, must neither strain the eye with too small type nor
offend it with fantastic departures from the normal. The size of the
type must not be out of proportion to that of the page or the column;
for two or more columns are not barred from the book beautiful. The
letters must be beautiful individually and beautiful in combination. It
has been remarked that while roman capitals are superb in combination,
black-letter capitals are incapable of team play, being, when grouped,
neither legible nor beautiful. There has been a recent movement in the
direction of legibility that has militated against beauty of type, and
that is the enlarging of the body of the ordinary lowercase letters at
the expense of its limbs, the ascenders and descenders, especially the
latter. The eye takes little account of descenders in reading, because
it runs along a line just below the tops of the ordinary letters, about
at the bar of the small e; nevertheless, to one who has learned to
appreciate beauty in type design there is something distressing in the
atrophied or distorted body of the g in so many modern types and the
stunted p's and q's--which the designer clearly did not mind! The
ascenders sometimes fare nearly as badly. Now types of this compressed
character really call for leading, or separation of the lines; and when
this has been done, the blank spaces thus created might better have been
occupied by the tops and bottoms of unleaded lines containing letters of
normal length and height. Too much leading, like too wide margins,
dazzles and offends the eye with its excess of white. The typesetting
machines have also militated against beauty by requiring that every
letter shall stand within the space of its own feet or shoulders. Thus
the lowercase f and y and the uppercase Q are shorn of their due
proportions. These are points that most readers do not notice, but they
are essential, for the type of the book beautiful must not be deformed
by expediency. On the other hand, it need not be unusual; if it is, it
must be exceptionally fine to pass muster at all. The two extremes of
standard roman type, Caslon and Bodoni, are handsome enough for any book
of prose. One may go farther in either direction, but at one's risk. For
poetry, Cloister Oldstyle offers a safe norm, from which any wide
departure must have a correspondingly strong artistic warrant. All these
three types are beautiful, in their letters themselves, and in the
combinations of their letters into lines, paragraphs, and pages.
Beautiful typography is the very foundation of the book beautiful.

But beautiful typography involves other elements than the cut of the
type itself. The proofreading must be trained and consistent, standing
for much more than the mere correction of errors. The presswork must be
strong and even. The justification must be individual for each line, and
not according to a fixed scale as in machine setting; even when we hold
the page upside down, we must not be able to detect any streamlets of
white slanting across the page. Moreover, if the page is leaded, the
spacing must be wider in proportion, so that the color picture of the
rectangle of type shall be even and not form a zebra of black and white
stripes. It is hardly necessary to say that the registration must be
true, so that the lines of the two pages on the same leaf shall show
accurately back to back when one holds the page to the light. Minor
elements of the page may contribute beauty or ugliness according to
their handling: the headline and page number, their character and
position; notes marginal or indented, footnotes; chapter headings and
initials; catch-words; borders, head and tail pieces, vignettes,
ornamental rules. Even the spacing of initials is a task for the skilled
craftsman. Some printers go so far as to miter or shave the type-body of
initials to make them, when printed, seem to cling more closely to the
following text. Indenting, above all in poetry, is a feature strongly
affecting the beauty of the page. Not too many words may be divided
between lines; otherwise the line endings will bristle with hyphens. A
paragraph should not end at the bottom of a page nor begin too near it,
neither should a final page contain too little nor be completely full.
Minor parts of the book, the half-title, the dedication page, the table
of contents, the preface, the index, present so many opportunities to
make or mar the whole. Especially is this true of the title-page. This
the earliest books did not have, and many a modern printer, confronted
with a piece of refractory title copy, must have sighed for the good old
days of the colophon. Whole books have been written on the title-page;
it must suffice here to say that each represents a new problem, a
triumphant solution of which gives the booklover as much pleasure to
contemplate as any other single triumph of the volume.

But what of color--splendid initials in red, blue, or green, rubricated
headings, lines, or paragraphs? It is all a question of propriety,
literary and artistic. The same principle holds as in decoration of
binding. A beautiful black and white page is so beautiful that he who
would improve it by color must be sure of his touch. The beauty of the
result and never the beauty of the means by itself must be the test.

But books are not always composed of text alone. We need not consider
diagrams, which hardly concern the book beautiful, except to say that,
being composed of lines, they are often really more decorative than
illustrations fondly supposed to be artistic. The fact that an engraving
is beautiful is no proof that it will contribute beauty to a book; it
may only make an esthetic mess of the text and itself. As types are
composed of firm black lines, only fairly strong black-line engravings
have any artistic right in the book. This dictum, however, would rule
out so many pictures enjoyed by the reader that he may well plead for a
less sweeping ban; so, as a concession to weakness, we may allow
white-line engravings and half-tones if they are printed apart from the
text and separated from it, either by being placed at the end of the
book or by having a sheet of opaque paper dividing each from the text.
In this case the legend of the picture should face it so that the reader
will have no occasion to look beyond the two pages when he has them
before him. The printers of the sixteenth century, especially the Dutch,
did not hesitate to send their pages through two presses, one the
typographic press, and the other the roller press for copper-plate
engravings. The results give us perhaps the best example that we have of
things beautiful in themselves but unlovely in combination. As in the
use of other ornamental features, there are no bounds to the use of
illustration except that of fitness.

We have spoken of margins from the point of view of the page; from that
of the closed book they appear as edges, and here they present several
problems in the design of the book beautiful. If the book is designed
correctly from the beginning, the margins will be of just the right
width and the edges cannot be trimmed without making them too narrow.
Besides, the untrimmed edges are witnesses to the integrity of the book;
if any exception may be made, it will be in the case of the top margin,
which may be gilded both for beauty and to make easy the removal of
dust. But the top should be rather shaved than trimmed, so that the
margin may not be visibly reduced. The gilding of all the edges, or
"full gilt," is hardly appropriate to the book beautiful, though it may
be allowed in devotional books, especially those in limp binding, and
its effect may there be heightened by laying the gilt on red or some
other color. Edges may be goffered, that is, decorated with incised or
burnt lines, though the result, like tattooing, is more curious than
ornamental. The edges may even be made to receive pictures, but here
again the effect smacks of the barbaric.

We have now gone over our subject in the large. To pursue it with all
possible degrees of minuteness would require volumes. William Morris,
for instance, discusses the proper shape for the dot of the i; and even
the size of the dot and its place above the letter are matters on which
men hold warring opinions. We have not even raised the question of laid
or wove paper, nor of the intermixture of different series or sizes of
types. In short, every phase of the subject bristles with moot points,
the settlement of one of which in a given way may determine the
settlement of a score of others.

But what is the use to the public of this knowledge and enjoyment of
ours? Is it not after all a fruitless piece of self-indulgence? Surely,
if bookmaking is one of the minor arts, then the private knowledge and
enjoyment of its products is an element in the culture of the community.
But it is more than that; it is both a pledge and a stimulus to
excellence in future production. Artists in all fields are popularly
stigmatized as a testy lot--_irritabile genus_--but their techiness does
not necessarily mean opposition to criticism, but only to uninformed and
unappreciative criticism, especially if it be cocksure and blatant.
There is nothing that the true artist craves so much--not even
praise--as understanding of his work and the welcome that awaits his
work in hand from the lips of "those who know." Thus those who
appreciate and welcome the book beautiful, by their encouragement help
to make it more beautiful, and so by head and heart, if not by hand,
they share in the artist's creative effort. Also, by thus promoting
beauty in books, they discourage ugliness in books, narrowing the public
that will accept ugly books and lessening the degree of ugliness that
even this public will endure. Finally, it seems no mere fancy to hold
that by creating the book beautiful as the setting of the noblest
literature, we are rendering that literature itself a service in the
eyes of others through the costly tribute that we pay to the worth of
the jewel itself.




THE READER'S HIGH PRIVILEGE


In De Morgan's winsome story, "Alice for Short," the heroine of the
earlier portion, Miss Peggy Heath, is made to feel what it would mean to
her to be deprived of a certain companion, and thus realizes his
importance to her life.

It is this test of elimination that I shall ask you to apply to reading.
Imagine yourselves deprived of the privilege, as many another has been
by loss of sight or illness or poverty or removal from book centers. I
have in mind such an instance. The late Professor William Mathews was
injured by a fall when he was ninety years old, and until the end of his
life, about a year later, was confined to his bed. You may know him as
the author of various books of essays: "Getting on in the World," "Great
Conversers," "Hours with Men and Books," "Words, their Use and Abuse,"
and other volumes that testify a marvelous range of acquaintance with
literature. He wrote to a friend that he was brightening his hours of
loneliness by repeating to himself passages of poetry and prose that he
had learned by heart in his earlier days. Few of us can ever have such
stores of memory to draw upon as his, but how happy we should be if
under such circumstances we might be able to turn to a like source of
consolation. Yet we have a much more famous instance of a great scholar
cut off from the privilege of reading. Milton has given us in his famous
invocation to Light, with which he opens the third book of "Paradise
Lost," a picture of his own deprivation, presented with a universal
blank in place of Nature's fair book of knowledge. The passage is too
long to quote here, but let the reader turn to it, if only to refresh
his memory.

This shows the privilege that we are now enjoying, and it may perhaps be
sufficient to take our lesson at this point; but since it is always
pleasanter to consider gain rather than loss, suppose we turn the
subject around and imagine how it would seem if, after having been
deprived all our lives of the privilege of reading, we suddenly had it
thrust upon us. We should now find ourselves able to enjoy those
wonderful works of literature which we had always been hearing about
from the lips of others, but had never been able to know directly. How
we should revel in the prospect before us! At last to be able to read
the "Iliad"! To follow the fortunes of wandering Ulysses! To accompany
Dante in his mystical journey through the three worlds! To dare with
Macbeth and to doubt with Hamlet! Our trouble would be that we should
not know which to select first. We should wish we had the eyes of an
insect that we might read them all at once.

We have a familiar expression in taking leave of our friends, "Be good
to yourself!" which, it will be seen, is the modern man's translation of
the old "farewell," with the truly modern implication that the question
of his faring well will depend upon himself. But can we call a man good
to himself who does not avail himself of advantages that are freely open
to him and that others about him are embracing? The great men of the
past have been such because to their natural abilities they added an
acquaintance with the thought of the great men who preceded them. The
same is true of the men whom we are glad to honor among our
contemporaries. We may feel very sure that we are not heaven-descended
geniuses, or even possessed of unusual talent; and yet, if we do not
give ourselves the advantages that all those had who have won
distinction, we have certainly not given ourselves a fair chance to show
what is in us. Therefore, as a duty to ourselves, we must make the
acquaintance of the books that the common judgment of the world has
pronounced to be of the most value. They must become more than names to
us. We may not indeed find in all of them food for our own spirits, but
it is a part of our business in seeking a knowledge of mankind to know
the thoughts and thought-forms that men have found of most worth. It is
not to be supposed that we shall prize all these books equally; some of
them will never be more to us than great monuments which, for some
reason peculiar to our temperaments, do not appeal to us; but among
their number we shall find some that will throw open to our souls the
very gates of heaven--books that will raise our natures forevermore to a
higher power, as if from two-dimensional Flatland creatures we had
suddenly been advanced to three dimensions, or, in our own humdrum world
of length, breadth, and thickness, we had received the liberty of the
mysterious fourth dimension.

Let us now take a brief inventory of our heritage. We can glance at only
the most precious of these treasures, the crown jewels of the world's
literature, which are all ours, whether we choose to wear them or not.
But first let me make it plain that I am not assuming that all the great
monuments of human genius are literary. I am not forgetful of the fact
that literature is only one of the fine arts, that the Strassburg
Cathedral, Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, Rembrandt's School of Anatomy,
Michelangelo's Moses are all products of man's creative genius, records
of the life of God in the soul of man. But I do insist that literature
is the most inclusive and the most definite of all the arts, and that
therefore books unlock to us a vaster world than obeys the spell of any
other art. One man's soul may attain its transfiguration through
architecture or music or painting or sculpture as another does through
poetry; the great thing is to attain the transfiguration; and let us be
thankful for the many ways in which God fulfills himself to man. I am
not trying to make out a case for literature, but literature is my
subject, and what I say of it must be taken as equally friendly to all
the other great forms of human expression and often as equally
applicable to them.

We will not talk of a five-foot or a three-foot shelf, or one of any
other exact dimension, though I suspect that no very long range of space
would be required to hold all the supremely great books for whose
contents we should have room in our souls. The limitation will prove to
be in us rather than in the material of literature. The Bible, while
containing supremely great literature, has still higher claims, and for
the present discussion may be left to its special advocates. But
meanwhile our treasures are waiting for their inventory.

Literature for people of our race begins with Homer and is confined to
Europe and English America. This means in a very true sense that all the
literature which concerns us is modern, for the Greeks are the first and
perhaps the greatest of the moderns. They present us as their first
contribution the works that go under the name of Homer, and we need not
disturb ourselves now with the question whether the "Iliad" and the
"Odyssey" were both written by the same man, or even each written by a
single hand. The point is that we have in them an imperishable picture
of the life of a vanished world. Each is an epic of the natural man, the
one national, the other personal. In the "Iliad" we are plunged into
the thickening close of the ten years' war between the Greeks and
Trojans, during which the beautiful cause of all the trouble, Helen,
retains all her youthful bloom and, in fact, nobody seems to grow any
older. We have a crowded stage with many episodes and interests. In the
"Odyssey" we trace the fortunes of one man, Ulysses, during his return
from the war, which occupies him ten years, so that he is away from
home, as Rip Van Winkle was, twenty years; but, instead of finding
everybody grown old or dead, as Irving's hero did, he finds his wife
still young and attractive and beset by numerous suitors. We are very
glad to have this so, because we are all children at heart and want just
such an ending. The telling of these stories, while simple, is on a
lofty plane; the gods themselves take part in the passions of the
contestants and even in the warfare. The poet, no doubt, meant this for
what it professes to be; but I cannot help seeing in the embroiling of
Olympus a perhaps unrealized tribute of the poet to the greatness of the
human soul in the scale of the universe, a suggestion that moral and
spiritual values and powers outweigh the stars in their courses.

Great as are the works of Homer, we are not to suppose them the only
masterpieces in Greek literature. Certainly the three great dramatists
cannot be omitted, all so great, yet so unlike. These three, together
with two pastoral poets, one lyric poet, and the greatest of prose
poets, are vividly pictured by Mrs. Browning in the glowing stanzas of
her "Wine of Cyprus."

    Oh, our Æschylus, the thunderous!
      How he drove the bolted breath
    Through the cloud, to wedge the ponderous
      In the gnarlèd oak beneath.
    Oh, our Sophocles, the royal,
      Who was born to monarch's place,
    And who made the whole world loyal,
      Less by kingly power than grace.
    Our Euripides, the human,
      With his droppings of warm tears,
    And his touches of things common
      Till they rose to touch the spheres!
    Our Theocritus, our Bion,
      And our Pindar's shining goals!--
    These were cup-bearers undying
      Of the wine that's meant for souls.
    And my Plato, the divine one,
      If men know the gods aright
    By their motions as they shine on
      With a glorious trail of light!--

It would not be surprising if some who read these lines should find more
food for mind and soul in Plato than in any other of the Greek writers.
Certainly those works of Plato and his contemporary, Xenophon, that
relate to the life, teachings, and death of Socrates are contributions
to a yet uncollected Bible of humanity, one more inclusive than that of
Jew or Christian.

It is one of the great misfortunes of Roman literature that the works of
its chief writers are used as textbooks for schools, a misfortune shared
to some extent by the Greek. Yet Homer and Xenophon, Vergil and Cicero,
did not write for children or callow youth. They belong to Longfellow's

            grand old masters,
      Whose mighty thoughts suggest
    Life's endless toil and endeavor,

and their writings have no relation to adolescence. Yet it is to be
feared that most people who have read their works remember them as seen
through the cloudy medium of their own immaturity. Byron speaks of
reading and hating Horace as a schoolboy, but no normal person can hate
Horace any more than he can hate Washington Irving. It is possible,
however, that pupils who have to read Irving's "Sketch Book" with the
fear of a college entrance examination before their minds may have no
affection even for him. So some of us may have something to unlearn in
our reading of Vergil and Horace, for we must approach their works as
strong meat for mature minds. Vergil's theme is nothing less than the
glorification of the Roman state through its divinely ordered and heroic
founding. School children seldom read more than the six books of the
"Aeneid" required for college; but the other six, though of much less
varied interest, are necessary for the appreciation of the poem. The
whole is a work that no one can afford to pass over in his search for
the burning words that keep alive the thought of other ages. Very
different in theme and manner is the poetry of Horace. He is the most
modern of all the men of old, far more modern than our own Puritan
ancestors. His mixture of grace and shrewdness, poetic charm and worldly
wisdom, we find nowhere else. The bulk of his work is not large, and
this fact, as in the case of Gray and Keats and Poe, is rather in his
favor, because the reader can easily become familiar with it all, though
then he will sigh for more. Horace wears well; the older we grow the
better we like him. He has love songs for youth, political poems for
maturity, and satires for old age. After we have lived with him for half
a century he becomes more real to us than most of our acquaintances in
the flesh. Roman literature is not without other great names to attract
the student; but these two must not be overlooked by the most general or
the most selective reader.

With Vergil the world always associates the still greater figure of one
who was proud to call him master--that of Dante. More than is true of
almost any other writer, his work is a compendium of the life of his
time. The "Divine Comedy" is first of all poetry, and poetry of the
loftiest order; but it is also an embodiment of the learning, the
philosophy, and the theology of his age. It mirrors at once the
greatness and the limitations of the medieval mind. Dante is not modern
in the sense that Horace is, though he is thrice as near to us in time.
Leigh Hunt said that his great poem ought to be called an infernal
tragedy; but that is true only of the Inferno; the spiritual atmosphere
clears as we follow his footsteps through the Purgatorio and the
Paradiso. Of all the masterpieces of human genius the "Divine Comedy" is
perhaps the one that asks the most self-surrender of the modern reader
and--shall I add?--that repays it most richly. Longfellow's marvelous
sonnet sequence, written while he was translating Dante, portrays at
once the spirit in which we should approach the reading of the "Divine
Comedy" and the wonders that we shall find there. It is a book that we
never can outgrow. To know it is to be made a citizen of the moral
universe.

In 1616, within ten days of each other, there passed from earth two men,
each the writer first thought of when his country's literature is
mentioned, and one of them the first writer in the world's literature.
Cervantes and Shakespeare very likely died in ignorance of each other's
work. Stoddard has depicted them in Paradise,

    Where sweet Cervantes walks,
      A smile on his grave face ...
    Where, little seen but light,
      The only Shakespeare is.

There is no injustice in saying that Shakespeare's nature included that
of Cervantes. Not so inclusive was Dante's; what his nature most lacked
we find in the author of "Don Quixote." Yet personally they are equally
heroic figures, and, one an exile and the other a slave, both drained to
the dregs the cup of human suffering. Cervantes has several great
advantages over most of the world's classic writers: his masterpiece is
a work of humor; it is written in a simple and graceful style, at once
easy and winning; and it is written in prose, which, after all, does not
make so severe a cultural demand on the reader as poetry. For these very
reasons it cannot aspire to the highest rank, but what it loses in fame
it makes up in popularity. Though in a few passages it is not parlor
reading, "Don Quixote" is one of the cleanest of all the world's great
books. It is not merely technically clean, but clean-minded. It has the
form of a satire on chivalry, but its meaning goes much deeper. It is
really a satire on a more persistent weakness of the Spanish character,
visionary unrealism. We have this quality held up to ridicule in the
learned man and the ignorant man, for Sancho Panza is as much of an
unrealist as his master, only he is a groveling visionary while Don
Quixote is a soaring one. This, too, is a book that one does not
outgrow, but finds it a perpetually adequate commentary on his own
widening experience of men and their motives.

In regard to the supreme figure in literature, the least thing that we
can do is to read him, and, having read him, to read him again and to
keep his volumes next to our hands. We shall hardly read Shakespeare
without having the question of commentators come up; and surely
Shakespeare deserves all the attention that we can bestow upon him. But
the general reader should clearly distinguish between the two kinds of
commentary that have appeared regarding Shakespeare, the one having to
do with his text, his historical accuracy, and his use of words, the
other with his meaning. In Hudson's edition these two kinds of notes are
kept separate. Surely it is the thought of Shakespeare that we want, and
not the pedantry of minute scholarship regarding his material, useful as
that is in its place. The reader who has mastered Hudson's
introductions and has read Dowden's "Shakspere: His Mind and Art" or
Brandes's "Critical Study" will have all that he will ordinarily need in
the way of guidance. But remember that reading about Shakespeare is not
reading Shakespeare; _that_ means, for the time at least, self-surrender
to Shakespeare's leading. Shakespeare is perhaps the supreme example of
a man who found the world interesting. He may not be sympathetic with
evil, but he finds it so interesting that he makes us, for the time
being, take a fratricidal usurper like Hamlet's uncle, or a gross,
sponging braggart like Falstaff, at his own estimate. Shakespeare is
never shocked at anything that happens in the world; he knows the world
too well for that. He offends the Puritan in us by his indifference; he
is therefore probably the best kind of reading for Puritans. Shakespeare
is romantic in his literary methods, but in his portrayal of character
he is an unsurpassed realist. If life were all thought and achievement,
Shakespeare would be the last word in literature; but there is another
side, the side which the Puritan represents, with which Shakespeare is
but imperfectly sympathetic. His message accordingly needs to be
supplemented; and it is interesting that his great successor, the man
who still stands next to him in our literature, supplies that missing
strain. If we could take but one book with us into banishment, it would
be Shakespeare--thus proving Shakespeare's supremacy by Miss Peggy
Heath's principle of elimination; but if we could take two, that second,
I am frank to confess, would for me be Milton.

It is Milton's literary glory that he appeared in the second generation
following Spenser and Shakespeare--he was born in Shakespeare's
lifetime--and carried off the palm, which he still keeps, for the
greatest English poem. In spiritual kinship he is much nearer to Spenser
than to Shakespeare. Shakespeare hides behind his pages; his
personality makes no clear or at least ready impression upon us; but the
colossal personality of Milton towers above all his works. He is Milton,
the superman, and communion with him for the moment lifts us to
something like his own level. In this personal inspiration lies Milton's
greatest service to his readers. Over and above the poetic delights, of
which he is a master unsurpassed, is the inspiration that comes from the
man behind the poetry; or, to express the same thought in other words,
above the organ music of his verse sounds clear and far the trumpet call
of personality. Therefore Milton is destined to inspire generations by
which his theology and his justification of the ways of God to man are
swept into his own limbo of myth and delusion. Fortunately Milton's
verse is not appallingly great in amount. If we cannot hope to know it
all by heart, as Macaulay did, we can at least know it well enough to
recognize any quotation from it, and rich will be the furnishing of our
minds when we have made this true.

In our beadroll of the world's greatest writers I shall mention only one
more, Goethe. He is the modern man who touched life most widely,
penetratingly, and sanely. His long life came down so near to ours that
many of us have had friends who were in childhood or infancy his
contemporaries. It is fair to say that since his death the world has
moved much nearer to his mental attitude than it stood in his lifetime,
and one of the agencies that have wrought the change is the living force
of his own works, which led and still lead the thought of men. Goethe
may be called the ideal creative critic of life. He held up a mirror,
not to Nature, as Shakespeare did, but to society; and society can get
away from the image which it sees reflected there only by growing away
from it.

Here let us close our list, not because there are no other great writers
to choose from, but because it is long enough for our present purposes,
and because, from this point on, every addition is open to challenge. I
have intentionally pitched my counsel high; some of my readers may feel
like calling it a counsel of perfection; but according to my way of
thinking, no writer is too good for any of us to read. Moreover, I
honestly think the list interesting. It is not chiefly reading for
recreation, but for soul expansion, and it means intellectual effort.
Unless we wrestle with an author as Jacob did with the angel, we shall
not receive the highest blessing. But some one may plead that, while he
does not wish to read wholly for amusement, he is not in a condition,
either from training or circumstances, to engage in mental athletics. He
cannot apply himself to an author as he recognizes that the greatest
writers deserve; but he is willing to read with attention, and he should
like to feel that what he is reading is good literature. This is a
reasonable request, and, out of countless possible responses, I will
make one that I hope may prove both profitable and attractive.

Let us set out with the recognition of the fact that systematic reading
is far more profitable than desultory reading, even on the same literary
level. One excellent way to achieve system is to read by authors--to
make the author a study, in his writings and his life. To read
Hawthorne's "House of the Seven Gables," for instance, is to drink from
a fountain of the purest spiritual delight; but we gain an additional
delight, even if of a lower kind, when we know something of Hawthorne's
life and his relations to the old town of Salem. In many cases it is
necessary to know the author's life in order really to understand his
book. Now I will suggest the reading, not merely of separate authors,
but of a group. There are many such, of varying degrees of greatness:
the Elizabethan group, the Lake poets, the Byron-Shelley-Keats group,
the mid-nineteenth-century British novelists, to go no further than
writers in English. But I am going to ask your interest in the New
England group of authors who were writing fifty years ago. They comprise
the well-known names of Emerson, Hawthorne, Longfellow, Whittier,
Holmes, Thoreau, and Lowell. Each of these delightful writers deserves
to be studied for his own sake, but, if we take them as a group, we
shall gain still more in understanding and profit. How shall we approach
the reading of them? They obviously cannot all be read at once; so let
us begin with any one, say Hawthorne, read his life in Mrs. Field's
brief Beacon Biography, dipping at the same time into his "Note-Books,"
and then read some of his short stories and the "Scarlet Letter." His
biography will already have brought us into contact with most of the
other names, of Longfellow, his college classmate, and of Emerson and
Thoreau, his neighbors at Concord. We may read the Beacon Biography of
Longfellow, but Higginson's would be better, as fuller and more
adequate. We may first read Longfellow's prose works, "Outre-Mer" and
"Hyperion," and then his "Voices of the Night," besides following him in
his "Life, with Extracts from his Journal and Correspondence," edited by
his brother, which is one of the most delightful of books. We shall do
well to read each author's writings in chronological succession; so they
will stand in orderly relation with his life. Similarly we may take up
Emerson first in Mr. Sanborn's Beacon Biography, or in Dr. Holmes's
larger but still handy volume, and then we can apply ourselves with
better understanding to Emerson's essays and poems. I particularly
mention his poems, for I believe that Emerson will come to be rated
higher as a poet than he has yet been. His poetry at its best is hardly
below anyone's best; the only trouble is that there is so little of it;
but ultimately all writers are judged by their best. In the same way we
may take up all the writers of the group, learning something of the life
of each and reading some of his works before passing on to another. Let
me especially call your attention to the writings of Thoreau, who is
less known to his countrymen than any of the others. He is a writer of
great originality and freshness of view. He, too, wrote some exquisite
poetry, worthy of any name in literature; but you will have to look for
it among other verse that has more originality than charm. Obviously
what I have recommended is not the work of one year's leisure, but the
protracted delight of many years: for these books are not to be hurried
over to get to the end of the chapter or to see how they are coming out;
neither are they material for skipping. They are to be read attentively
and reread; and if one or another fails to make a strong appeal to some
reader, surely he cannot fail to find in most of them a source of lofty
pleasure and spiritual enrichment. One fruit that we may expect from
such reading is that we shall find ourselves drawn nearer to the supreme
masters and shall end by surrendering ourselves to them. To know our New
England group is not indeed to climb the Alps of literature, but it is
at least to climb its White Mountains. Every gain will be a fresh
incitement, and those who at the start join the literary Appalachian
Club may be looked for some day in the ranks of the Alpinists.

A word on the reading of contemporary writers; for even our second list
did not bring us down to our own time. We shall, of course, read our
contemporaries, and we have a right to, so long as we do not give them
the time and attention that clearly belong to their betters. The truth
is that contemporaries--unless they are contemporary poets--have a quite
unfair advantage over their elders, our own in time and place being so
much more attractive to us than anything more remote. Still, our
contemporaries have a claim upon us--even, I am rash enough to assert,
our contemporary poets--for they have a message that their predecessors
cannot give us; it may not be the most important message for us, but it
is a message of value, as we shall see if we return to De Morgan and his
novels. These remarkable books we cannot miss without losing something
that makes our own day fine and precious among earth's generations. But
in this respect they are literally chosen from ten thousand, for we need
constantly the caution that the near carries with it an appearance of
importance that is an illusion; of this truth our periodical literature,
from the newspaper up, is the illustrious example, and the lesson is all
summed up in the one phrase, "back number." Let us be careful that in
heeding contemporary voices we are not storing our minds with the
contents of "back numbers." True literature as we have seen, never
becomes out of date; Homer keeps up with the telegraph.

I have but one final word, which has been provided for me by Charles
Lamb, who says in his inimitable fashion: "I own that I am disposed to
say grace upon twenty other occasions in the course of the day besides
my dinner. I want a form for setting out upon a pleasant walk, for a
moonlight ramble, for a friendly meeting, or a solved problem. Why have
we none for books, those spiritual repasts--a grace before Milton--a
grace before Shakespeare--a devotional exercise proper to be said before
reading the Fairy Queen?" This is the spirit of a joyous but devoutly
grateful expectance, in which I would have myself approach the reading
of a great book. The gratitude I surely owe the author, for there is no
great book but has come like refined gold out of the furnace fire. I owe
it also to the Providence which has granted me this lofty privilege.
Moreover, it is only in the humility born of such an attitude that I can
make a complete approach to my author and gain that uplift and
enrichment of the soul, which--and not pastime nor pleasure--is the true
end, as it should be the aim of reading.




THE BACKGROUND OF THE BOOK


One of the greatest contributions that modern investigation has made to
human knowledge is background. It was once thought a remarkable
achievement to uncover the historic background of modern institutions,
and this was all that, until lately, scholarship attempted. Dr. Samuel
Johnson confidently remarked that we know no more about ancient Britain
than the old writers have told us, nor can we ever know any more than
this. Edward Clodd reminds us that at the very time when the great
oracle voiced this assertion discoveries had already been made in
England that, when interpreted as they have been since, were to make the
landing of Caesar seem, by comparison, a contemporary occurrence. Now
this inconceivably remote prehistoric era furnishes not merely
arrowheads and stone chisels and burial mounds, but also other objects
that are the background of that "picture of time" of which the book of
to-day is the foreground.

Very properly these are objects of art, and they afford the earliest
illustrations in histories of art as they do in histories of the book.
Thus the printer who questions what art has to do with his business
stamps himself as two hundred thousand years behind the times. They are
pictures, and the book of to-day has descended as directly from them as
the printer of to-day has descended from the man who made them. They
are, moreover, in some instances, works of very high art. The picture of
the mammoth, scratched on a fragment of the mammoth's tusk, is a piece
of drawing so skillful that only the greatest living masters can equal
it. Not even Rembrandt's drawing of the elephant, which Dr. Holmes
celebrates in one of his poems, is more expressive or wrought with more
economy of effort. In the same district of southwestern France,
Dordogne, that yielded the drawings are found long cave galleries of
paintings representing the creatures of that period, all executed with
great spirit and ability. But what are the steps in the descent from
these ancient pictures to the printed book?

Primitive man had one more string to his conversational bow than most
civilized people have, namely, sign language. But gesture and speech
alike prevail but little against space and time. Each is possible only
at short range, and each dies on the eye or ear that receives it.
Pictures may be carried to any distance and may be preserved for any
length of time. They were probably made first in response to an instinct
rather for art than for the communication of ideas; but their great
advantage for communication must have been perceived very early, and, as
we find picture writing employed by primitive races to-day, we have the
right to infer that prehistoric peoples at the same stage of culture
also employed it. Pure picture writing, however, does not suffice for
all that men have to say. It is easy to represent a house, but how shall
we represent a home? It is easy to represent a woman, but how shall we
add the idea of wife? To do this we must pass from simple pictures to
symbols. Chinese writing has never advanced beyond this stage. Its
prodigious type-case of more than forty-two thousand characters
contains, therefore, only a series of pictures, direct and symbolic, all
highly conventionalized, but recognizable in their earlier forms. To
represent "wife" the Chinaman combines the two signs for "woman" and
"broom"; to represent "home" he makes a picture of a pig under a roof!
The Egyptian and Mexican systems of writing, though very different to
the eye, were both of this nature and represented ideas rather than
words. Yet all true alphabets, which are representations of sound, have
been derived from such primitive ideograms or pictures of ideas. What
was the process?

The rebus is the bridge from the writing of thoughts to the writing of
sounds, and it came into use through the necessity of writing proper
names. Every ancient name, like many modern ones, had a meaning. A
king's name might be Wolf, and it would be indicated by the picture of a
wolf. Ordinarily the picture would be named by everyone who saw it
according to his language; he might call it "wolf," or "lupus," or
"lykos"; but when it meant a man's name he must call it Wolf, whatever
his own language. So such names as Long Knife and Strong Arm would be
represented, and these pictures would thus be associated with the sound
rather than the thing. By and by it was found convenient, where the word
had several syllables, to use its picture to represent the sound of only
the first syllable, and, still later, of only the first sound or letter.
Thus the Egyptian symbol for F was originally a picture of the horned
asp, later it stood for the Egyptian name of this venomous creature, and
finally for the first sound in the name, being used as the letter F
itself; and the reason why we have the barred cross-piece in the F, the
two horns in U, V, and Y, and the four in W (VV) is because the Egyptian
asp had two horns, as may be seen from the illustration in the Century
Dictionary under the word cerastes; and every time that we write one of
these letters we are making a faded copy of the old picture. We find
systems of writing in all the stages from pure pictures to the phonetic
alphabet; in Egyptian hieroglyphics we find a mixture of all the stages.
So much for the background of the book as the bringer of a message to
the eye, but the outward form or wrapping of that message has also a
long and interesting history.

No objects could be much more unlike than a Babylonian tablet, an
Egyptian papyrus roll, and a Mexican book. They are as different as a
brick, a narrow window-shade, and a lady's fan; they have nothing common
in their development, yet they were used for the same purpose and might
bring identically the same message to the mind. Inwardly, as regards
writing or printing, all books have a parallel development; but
outwardly, in their material and its form, they are the results of local
conditions. In Babylonia, which was a fertile river-bottom, bricks were
the only building material, and clay was therefore a familiar substance.
Nothing was more natural than that the Babylonian should scratch his
record or message on a little pat of clay, which he could afterwards
bake and render permanent. Some day all other books in the world will
have crumbled into dust, their records being saved only when reproduced;
but at that remote time there will still exist Babylonian books, even
now five thousand years old, apparently no nearer destruction than when
they were first made.

The Babylonian book carried its message all on the outside; the Egyptian
book went to the opposite extreme, and we should find our chief
objection to it in the difficulty of getting readily at its contents.
There flourished on the banks of the Nile a stout reed, six feet high,
called by the Egyptians "p-apa" and by the Greeks "papyros" or "byblos."
It was the great source of raw material for Egyptian manufactures. Its
tufted head was used for garlands; its woody root for various purposes;
its tough rind for ropes, shoes, and similar articles--the basket of
Moses, for instance; and its cellular pith for a surface to write on. As
the stem was jointed, the pith came in lengths, the best from eight to
ten inches. These lengths were sliced through from top to bottom, and
the thin slices laid side by side. Another layer was pasted crosswise
above these, the whole pressed, dried in the sun, and rubbed smooth,
thus giving a single sheet of papyrus. As the grain ran differently on
the two surfaces of the papyrus sheet, only one side was written on.
Other sheets were added to this by pasting them edge to edge until
enough for a roll had been made, usually twenty, a roller being fastened
to the last edge and a protecting strip of wood to the front. The
manuscript was unrolled by the right hand and rolled up by the left. It
is obvious that a book of reference in this form would be subjected to
great wear. In our dictionaries it is as easy to find Z as A; but in a
papyrus book, to find the end meant to unroll the whole. The Latin word
for roll was "volumen," hence our "volume." A long work could obviously
not be produced conveniently in a single roll, therefore Homer's "Iliad"
and "Odyssey," for instance, were each divided into twenty-four books,
and that is why the divisions of an epic poem are still called books,
though they are really chapters. The rolls composing a single work were
kept together in a case something like a bandbox. The roll was the book
form of the Greek and Roman as well as the Egyptian world, but it left
no descendants. Our book form was derived from a different source, which
we will now consider.

Just as we speak of Russia leather, so the ancients spoke of Pergamum
skins, or parchment. The story is that Eumenes II, King of Pergamum, a
city of Asia Minor, tried to build up a library rivaling that of
Alexandria, and the Ptolemies, seeking to thwart him, forbade the export
of papyrus from Egypt. Eumenes, however, developed the manufacture of
Pergamum skin, or parchment, or vellum, which not only enabled him to
go on with his library, but also incidentally changed the whole
character of the book for future ages. This material is not only much
more serviceable than the fragile papyrus, but, being tough enough to
stand folding and sewing, permitted the book to be made in its present
or codex form, the original codex being two or three Roman waxed tablets
of wood, fastened together like hinged slates, and thus opening very
crudely in the manner of our books. This development of parchment
occurred in the first half of the second century before Christ. The new
material and book form gradually made their way into favor and came to
constitute the book of the early Christian and medieval world. Though
paper was introduced into Europe soon after the year seven hundred, it
did not displace parchment until the invention of printing called for a
material of its cheaper and more adaptable character.

But, though we have traced the origin of our present book form, we have
not yet filled in the background of its history. Several other notable
types of the book deserve our attention; first of all that of China, one
of the most attractive of all book forms, to which we devote our next
chapter. Though it superficially resembles our own books, it is really
the product of a different line of evolution. When we examine it
closely, we find that in many respects it is the exact reverse of our
practice. It is printed on only one side of the paper; it is trimmed at
the back and folded on the fore edge; its wide margin is at the top; its
running headline is on the folded fore edge; its sewing is on the
outside; its binding is limp; its lines run up and down the page; and
its pages, according to Western ideas, open from the back towards the
front. Yet it is a thing of beauty, and let us hope that nothing in the
modern reorganization of China will change its character to prevent it
from remaining a joy forever.

Just as Chinese paper is made from bamboo, which plays an even greater
part in China than papyrus did in Egypt, so the book of India utilizes
the leaves of that important tropical tree, the palm. The sheets of the
book before me are strips of palm-leaf two inches wide and two feet
long. They are written on both sides and, following the run of the
grain, lengthwise. This makes an inordinate length of line, but, owing
to the small number of lines on the page, the confusion of the eye is
less than might be expected. The leaves composing the book are clamped
between two boards of their own size, the block thus formed is pierced
with two holes, through which pins are thrust, and the whole is wound
with a cord. The dimensions vary, some books being larger and some much
smaller. I have also before me a Burmese booklet in which the leaves are
one inch wide and six inches long. Sometimes the sheets are of brass,
beautifully lacquered, and the writing heavy and highly decorative.
These books also vary greatly in size, some forming truly massive and
sumptuous volumes. Birch bark was also employed as a book material in
India, being used in what we should call quarto sheets, and in Farther
India a peculiar roll is in use, made of Chinese paper, folded at the
side, sewed at the top, and rolled up like a manifold banner in a cover
of orange-colored or brown cotton cloth.

We do not ordinarily associate books with pre-Columbian America; yet one
of the most interesting of all book forms was current in Mexico before
the Conquest. As in the case of the Chinese book, it looks superficially
like ours; we think it is a tiny quarto until we see that its measure is
rather that of an oblong twenty-fourmo; that is, its dimensions are just
scant of five inches high and six inches wide. It has thin wooden covers
and is, over all, an inch thick; but between these covers is a strip of
deerskin twenty-nine feet long and, of course, nearly five inches wide.
This is folded in screen or fan fashion, the first and last leaves being
pasted to the inside of the covers. This attachment is really the only
binding; the whole strip is capable of being opened up to its full
length. It is read--by those who can read its vividly colored
hieroglyphics--by holding it like a modern book, turning the leaves
until what seems the end is reached, and then turning the cover for the
next leaf, and continuing to turn until the first cover is reached
again, but from the other side. Incredible as it may seem, there is a
book of India which is almost identical in structure with the ancient
Mexican book. It has the shape of the palm-leaf book, but it is made of
heavy paper, blackened to be written on with a chalk pencil, and it
opens like a fan exactly in the Mexican fashion. Each cover is formed by
a double fold of paper, and the writing runs lengthwise of the page as
in the palm-leaf volume. As the writing can be erased, the book serves
the purpose of a slate.

The variety of objects that men have used to write upon almost surpasses
imagination, ranging from mountain walls to the ivory shoulders of Rider
Haggard's heroine in his "Mr. Meeson's Will." Such unusual, if actual,
writing materials belong, perhaps, rather to the penumbra than to the
background of the book; but, as a final survey of our subject, running
back to the time when there were no books and men must rely upon their
memories, we may quote what Lane says of the sources from which the
Kuran was derived after the death of Mohammed: "So Zeyd gathered the
Kurán from palm-leaves, skins, shoulder-blades (of beasts), stones, and
the hearts of men."




THE CHINESE BOOK


The naturalist, Lloyd Morgan, in one of his lectures threw together on
the screen pictures of a humming bird and an insect of the same size,
the two looking so much alike as to seem to the casual observer to
belong to the same order. Yet they are anatomically far more different
than the man and the fish. In much the same way we may be led to suppose
that a Chinese book and an occidental paper-bound book are much the same
thing in origin as they are to the eye. But here too the likeness is
only apparent. One book form has descended from a block of wood and the
other from a fold of silk.

The Chinese book is such a triumph of simplicity, cheapness, lightness,
and durability that it deserves a more careful study at the hands of our
book producers than it has yet received. In fact we do not see why books
made on nearly these lines should not be an attractive and popular
innovation in our book trade. Approaches, to be sure, have been made to
this peculiar book form, but they have been partial imitations, not
consistent reproductions. In an illustrated edition of Longfellow's
"Michael Angelo," published in 1885, Houghton, Mifflin and Company
produced a small folio, the binding of which is obviously patterned
after that of a Chinese book. But the printing is on every page, and the
paper is so stiff that the book will not lie open. In the holiday
edition which the same publishers issued in 1896 of Aldrich's poem,
entitled "Friar Jerome's Beautiful Book," they produced a volume in
which the front folds were not intended to be cut open; but they outdid
the Chinese by printing on only one of the pages exposed at each opening
of the book, instead of on both, as the Chinese do, thus utilizing only
one-fourth of the possible printing surface of the volume. In this case
again the paper was stiff and the binding was full leather with heavy
tapes for tying. A much closer approach to the Chinese book form was
afforded by "The Periodical," issued by Henry Frowde, in the form which
it bore at first. Here we have what may fairly be called a
naturalization of the Chinese book idea in the occident. But let us see
exactly what that Chinese book form is.

The standard book is printed from engraved wood blocks, each of which is
engraved on the side of the board, not on the end like our wood blocks,
and for economy is engraved on both its sides. Each of these surfaces
prints one sheet of paper, making two pages. The paper, being unsized,
is printed on only one side, and the fold is not at the back, as in our
books, but at the front. The running headline, as we should call it,
with the page number, is printed in a central column, which is folded
through when the book is bound, coming half on one page and half on the
other. There is always printed in this column a fan-shaped device,
called the fish's tail, whose notch indicates where the fold is to come.
It may be remarked in passing that the Chinese book begins on what to us
is the last page, and that the lines read from top to bottom and follow
one another from right to left. Each page has a double ruled line at top
and bottom and on the inner edge. The top and bottom lines and the
fish's tail, being printed across the front fold, show as black lines
banding the front edge when the book is bound. The bottom line is taken
by the binder as his guide in arranging the sheets, this line always
appearing true on the front edge and the others blurred. The top margin
has more than twice the breadth of the lower. After the sheets are
gathered, holes are punched at proper distances from the back edge--four
seems to be the regulation number whether the book be large or small,
but large books have an extra hole at top and bottom towards the corner
from the last hole. These holes are then plugged with rolls of paper to
keep the sheets in position, and the top, bottom, and back edges are
shaved with a sharp, heavy knife, fifty or more volumes being trimmed at
the same stroke. A piece of silk is pasted over the upper and lower
corners of the back. Covers, consisting of two sheets of colored paper
folded in front like the pages, are placed at front and back, but not
covering the back edge, or there is an outer sheet of colored paper with
inside lining paper and a leaf of heavy paper between for stiffening.
Silk cord is sewn through the holes and neatly tied, and the book is
done--light in the hand and lying open well, inexpensive and capable
with proper treatment of lasting for centuries.

What are the chief defects of the Chinese book from an occidental point
of view? The most obvious is that it will not stand alone. Another is
that its covers, being soft, are easily crumpled and dog's-eared. A
third is that it is printed on only one side of the paper and therefore
wastes space. All these objections must be admitted, but it may be urged
with truth that our books, in spite of their relatively costly binding,
do not stand alone any too well, and in fact this is a function seldom
asked of books anyway. Its covers are soft, but this means at least that
they are not so hard and foreign to the material of the book as to tear
themselves off after a dozen readings, as is the case with so many of
our bindings. There is no danger of breaking the back of a Chinese book
on first opening it, for it has no lining of hard glue. As to the
utilization of only one side of the paper, it must be remembered that
the Chinese paper is very thin, and that this practice makes it possible
to secure the advantage of opacity without loading the paper with a
foreign and heavy material. Moreover, the thickness of the pasteboard
cover is saved on the shelves, and even if a substitute for it is
adopted, it is in the form of a light pasteboard case that holds several
volumes at once. Such a cover is capable of being lettered on the back,
though the Chinese seem not to think this necessary, but put their title
labels on the side. Really, the back of the Chinese book is to us its
most foreign feature. It is a raw edge, not protected by the cover, and
differs from the front only in consisting of the edges of single leaves
instead of folds. It is in fact a survival from the days before the
invention of paper, when books were printed on silk, the raw edge of
which would fray and was therefore consigned to the position where it
would have the least wear and would do the least harm if worn.

But there is no reason why, in Europeanizing the Chinese book, the
corner guard should not be extended the whole length of the back and
bear the ordinary lettering. With this slight difference the Chinese
book would be equipped to enter the lists on fairly even terms against
the prevailing occidental type of book, which has come down to us from
the ancient Roman codex through the parchment book, of which ours is
only a paper imitation. In "The Periodical," referred to, four pages
instead of two were printed at once, or, at least, four constitute a
fold. The sheets are stitched through with thread--they might, of
course, have been wire-stitched--and then a paper cover is pasted on, as
in the case of any magazine or paper-bound book. But in this process the
beauty of the Chinese binding disappears, though the Chinese do the
same with their cheapest pamphlets. In these days, when lightness and
easy handling are such popular features in books, what publisher will
take up the book form that for two thousand years has enshrined the
wisdom of the Flowery Kingdom, and by trifling adaptations here and
there make it his own and ours?




THICK PAPER AND THIN


Sir Hiram Maxim, the knight from Maine, prophesies that we shall change
our religion twenty times in the next twenty thousand years. In the last
two thousand years we have changed our book material twice, from papyrus
to parchment and from parchment to paper, with a consequent change of
the book form from the roll to the codex. Shall we therefore change our
book material twenty times in the next twenty thousand years? Only time
itself can tell; but for five hundred years the book has never been in
such unstable equilibrium as at present; the proverb "A book's a book"
has never possessed so little definite meaning. This condition applies
chiefly to the paper, but as this changes, the binding will also change
from its present costly and impermanent character to something at once
cheaper and more durable.

The changes in modern paper have worked in two opposite directions,
represented on the one hand by Oxford India paper, with its miraculous
thinness, opacity, and lightness, and on the other hand by papers that,
while also remarkably light, offer, as a sample book expresses it,
"excellent bulk"; for instance, 272 pages to an inch as against 1500 to
an inch of Oxford India paper.[3] The contrasted effects of these two
types of material upon the book as a mechanical product are well worth
the consideration of all who are engaged in the making of books.

Some of these results are surprising. What, for instance, could be more
illogical than to make a book any thicker than strength and convenience
require? Yet one has only to step out into the markets where books and
buyers meet to find a real demand for this excess of bulk. Though
illogical, the demand for size in books is profoundly psychological and
goes back to the most primitive instincts of human nature. The first of
all organs in biological development, the stomach, will not do its work
properly unless it has quantity as well as quality to deal with. So the
eye has established a certain sense of relationship between size and
value, and every publisher knows that in printing from given plates he
can get twice as much for the book at a trifling excess of cost if he
uses thicker paper and gives wider margins. That all publishers do not
follow these lines is due to the fact that other elements enter into the
total field of bookselling besides quantity, the chief of which is cost,
and another of which, growing in importance, is compactness. But it is
safe to say that to the buyer who is not, for the moment at least,
counting the cost, mere bulk makes as great an appeal as any single
element of attractiveness in the sum total of a book.

This attraction of bulk receives a striking increase if it is associated
with lightness. The customer who takes up a large book and suddenly
finds it light to hold receives a pleasurable shock which goes far
towards making him a purchaser. He seems not to ask or care whether he
may be getting few pages for his money. The presence of this single,
agreeable element of lightness at once gives a distinction to the book
that appears to supplant all other requirements. The purchaser does not
realize that the same lightness of volume associated with half the
thickness would not seem to him remarkable, though the book would take
up only half the room on his shelves. He feels that a modern miracle in
defiance of gravitation has been wrought in his favor, and he is willing
to pay for the privilege of enjoying it.

Curiously and somewhat unexpectedly the results of neither extreme,
thick paper nor thin, are wholly satisfactory in the library. The
parvenu, who is looking only to the filling up of his shelves with
volumes of impressive size, may find satisfaction in contemplating wide
backs. But the scholar and the public librarian will grudge the space
which this "excellent bulk" occupies. One single element in their favor
he will be quick to recognize, the better space which they afford for
distinct lettering. In a private library that is collected for use and
not for show the thin-paper books are almost an unmixed blessing. They
cost little for what they contain. Their reduction in thickness is often
associated with a reduction in height and width, so that they represent
an economy of space all round. A first-rate example of this is furnished
by the Oxford India Paper Dickens, in seventeen volumes, printed in
large type, yet, as bound, occupying a cubical space of only 13 by 7 by
4-1/2 inches and weighing only nine pounds. A more startling instance is
that of the novels of Thomas Love Peacock, which are issued in a pretty
library edition of ten volumes. But they are also issued in a _single_
volume, no higher nor wider, and only _three-fourths of an inch thick_.
But it is at this point that the public librarian rises to protest. It
is all very well, he says, for the private owner to have his literature
in this concentrated form, but for himself, how is he to satisfy the
eight readers who call for "Headlong Hall," "Nightmare Abbey," and the
rest of Peacock's novels all at once? To be sure he can buy and
catalogue eight single-volume sets of the author's works instead of one
set in ten volumes, and when he has done this each reader will be sure
to find the particular novel that he is looking for so long as a set
remains; but the cost will naturally be greater. On the other hand, he
welcomes equally with the private buyer the thin-paper edition of the
Shakespeare Apocrypha, which needs only a third of the shelf space
required for the regular edition, seven-sixteenths of an inch as against
an inch and five-sixteenths. He also looks upon his magazine shelves and
sees a volume of the "Hibbert Journal" with 966 pages in large type
occupying the space of a volume of the "Independent" with 1788 pages in
fine type, or again he sees by the side of his thin-paper edition of
Dickens another on heavy paper occupying more than three times the
lineal space with no advantage in clearness of type. By this time he is
ready to vote, in spite of the occasional disability of overcompactness,
for the book material that will put the least strain upon his crowded
shelves. A conference with the booksellers shows him that he is not
alone in this conclusion. Certain standard works, like the Oxford Book
of English Verse and Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, have almost ceased
to be sold in any but the thin-paper editions. Then there dawns upon him
the vision of a library in which all books that have won their way into
recognition shall be clothed in this garb of conciseness, and in which
all that aspire to that rank shall follow their example. In short he
sees what he believes to be the book of the future, which will be as
different from the book of the present as that is from the parchment
book of the early and middle ages of the Christian era, and as different
in binding as it is in material. The realization of this vision will
involve first of all a readjustment of values on the part of the
public, an outgrowing of its childish admiration for bulk. But this
change is coming so rapidly under the stress of modern conditions of
crowding, especially in city life, as to reduce the vision from its
prophetic rank to a case of mere foresight.




THE CLOTHING OF A BOOK


The binding of a book is its most conspicuous feature, the part which
forms its introduction to the public and by which too often it is judged
and valued; yet the binding is not an integral portion of the volume. It
may be changed many times without essentially changing the book; but if
the printed pages are changed, even for others identical to the eye, the
book becomes another copy. The binding is, therefore, a part of a book's
environment, though the most intimate part, like our own clothing, to
which, indeed, it bears a curious resemblance in its purpose and its
perversions.

Human clothing is for protection and adornment. That of a book involves
two other demands mutually so contradictory that bookbinding has always
offered a most attractive challenge to the skill of the handicraftsman.
The first demand is that the book when closed shall form a well-squared
and virtually solid block, like the rectangle of wood from which its
first predecessors were split, and shall be able to stand alone,
unsupported. The second demand is that this same object, when open,
shall lie flat at any point and display all its leaves in turn as fully,
and far more conveniently, than if they had never been fastened
together. Whatever may be true of other clothing, it is eminently true
of a book's that the part which really counts is the part which is never
seen. Only the ornamental portion of a book's covering is exposed. The
portions which protect the book and render it at once firm and flexible
are out of sight and unheeded by the ordinary reader. Hence the
existence of so much bookbinding that is apparently good and essentially
bad, and hence the perpetual timeliness of attempts like that of the
present chapter, to point out what binding is and should be. The
processes in bookbinding by which its different ends of utility and
ornament are achieved are known under the two heads of Forwarding and
Finishing.

Forwarding includes many processes, literally "all but the finishing."
It is to forwarding that a book owes its shapeliness, its firmness, its
flexibility, and its durability. Forwarding takes the unfolded and
unarranged sheets as delivered by the printer and transforms them into a
book complete in all but its outermost covering of cloth or leather. The
first process is to fold the sheets and reduce their strange medley of
page numbers to an orderly succession. This is assuming that there is a
whole edition to be bound. If it consists of a thousand copies, then
there will be a certain number of piles of folded sheets, each
containing a thousand copies of the same pages printed in groups, let us
say, of sixteen each. These groups of pages are called sections or
signatures. They are now rearranged, or gathered, into a thousand piles,
each containing the signatures that belong to one book. The edition is
thus separated into its thousand books, which the collator goes over to
see that each is perfect. Let us follow the fortunes of a single one. It
is not much of a book to look at, being rather a puffy heap of paper,
but pressing, rolling, or beating soon reduces it to normal dimensions,
and it is then carried forward to the important process of sewing. This
is the very heart of the whole work. If the book is badly sewed, it will
be badly bound, though a thousand dollars were to be spent upon the
decoration of its covering. There is only one best method of sewing, and
that is around raised cords, in the way followed by the earliest
binders. There are modern machine methods that are very good, but they
are only cheap substitutes for the best. The cords must be of good,
long-fibered hemp, and the thread of the best quality and the right size
drawn to the right degree of tension without missing a sheet. After the
sewing the end papers are put in place, the back is glued and rounded,
and the mill boards are fitted. Into these last the ends of the cords
are laced and hammered. The book is then pressed to set its shape, being
left in the press for some days or even weeks. After it is taken out, if
the edges are to be treated, they are trimmed and then gilded, marbled,
sprinkled, or otherwise decorated. The head band--for which many French
binders substitute a fold in the leather--is now added. It was formerly
twisted as the book was sewn, but at present is too often bought
ready-made and simply glued on. The book is now forwarded.

The business of the finisher is to cover and protect the work already
done on the book, but in such a way as not to interfere with the
strength and flexibility that have been gained, and, finally, to add
such decoration as may be artistically demanded or within the means of
the purchaser. If leather is employed, it must be carefully shaved to
give an easily opening hinge, yet not enough to weaken it unnecessarily.
This is a most important process and one that must be left largely to
the good faith of the binder. If he is unworthy of confidence, his
mistakes may long escape notice, but, though buried, they are doomed to
an inglorious resurrection, albeit he may count on a sufficient lapse of
time to protect himself.

The next and last process of finishing is that of the decorator, whose
work passes out of the sphere of handicraft into that of art. His
problem is no easy one; it is to take a surface of great beauty in
itself, as of calf or morocco, and so treat it as to increase its
beauty. Too often, after he has done his utmost, the surface is less
attractive to the eye than it was at the beginning. He, therefore, has a
task quite different from that of the painter or sculptor, whose
materials are not at the outset attractive. This condition is so
strongly felt that many booklovers leave their bindings untooled,
preferring the rich sensuous beauty and depth of color in a choice piece
of leather to any effect of gilding or inlaying. This initial beauty of
the undecorated book does not, however, form an impossible challenge, as
witness the work of the Eves, Le Gascon, and the binders of such famous
collectors as Grolier and de Thou.

It may be well to consider more particularly what the problem of the
book decorator is. Though perfectly obvious to the eye and clearly
illustrated by the work of the masters, it has been sometimes lost sight
of by recent binders. It is, in a word, flat decoration. In the first
place he has a surface to work upon that is large enough to allow
strength of treatment, yet small enough to admit delicacy; then,
whatever in beautiful effects of setting, relief, harmony, and contrast
can be brought about by blind tooling, gilding, and inlaying, or by
rubbing the surface as in crushed levant, or variegating it as in "tree"
or marbled calf, all this he can command. He has control of an infinite
variety of forms in tooling; he has only to use them with taste and
skill. There is practically no limit to the amount of work that he can
put into the binding of a single book, provided that every additional
stroke is an additional beauty. He may sow the leather with minute
ornament like Mearne, or set it off with a few significant lines like
Aldus or Roger Payne; all depends upon the treatment. If he is a master,
the end will crown the work; if not, then he should have stopped with
simple lettering and have left the demands of beauty to be satisfied by
the undecorated leather. Above all, let every decorator stick to flat
ornament. The moment that he ventures into the third dimension, or
perspective, that moment he invades the province of the draftsman or
painter. One does not care to walk over a rug or carpet that displays a
scene in perspective, neither does one wish to gaze into a landscape
wrought upon the cover of a book, only to have the illusion of depth
dispelled upon opening the volume. Embossing is, to be sure, a literal
not a pictorial invasion of the third dimension, but its intrusion into
that dimension is very slight and involves no cheating of the eye. It
has now practically gone out of use, as has the heavy medieval
ornamentation of studs or jewels. In cloth covers, which are confessedly
edition work and machine made, the rules of ornament need not be so
sharply enforced. Here embossing still flourishes to some extent. But
the decorative problem is essentially the same in cloth as in leather
binding, and the best design will be one that triumphs within the
conditions, not outside them. The machines and the division of labor
have made sad havoc with binding as a craft. The men in America, at
least, who are masters of every process and of all the skill and cunning
of the early binders are few, and their thinning ranks are not being
filled. Will bookbinding, in spite of a high economic demand, share the
fate that has overtaken engraving, or shall we have a renascence of this
fascinating handicraft and delightful art, to take its name from the
present era?




PARCHMENT BINDINGS


There are certain things, the Autocrat informs us, that are "good for
nothing until they have been kept a long while; and some are good for
nothing until they have been long kept and _used_. Of the first, wine is
the illustrious and immortal example. Of those which must be kept and
used I will name three--meerschaum pipes, violins, and poems." May we
present another representative of the class which gathers value with the
"process of the suns," one as immortal and historic as wine and even
richer in associations--the parchment book cover? In this case it
matters not whether the object meets with use or neglect. So long as it
is not actually worn to pieces on the one hand, nor destroyed by mold on
the other, the parchment binding will keep on converting time into gold,
until after a few hundred years it reaches a tint far surpassing in
beauty the richest umber of a meerschaum, and approached only by the
kindred hue of antique ivory.

Here is a table full of old parchment-bound books, ranging from a tiny
twenty-fourmo, which will stay neither open nor shut, to thin, limp
folios that are instantly correspondent to either command. Those that
are bound with boards have taken on a drumhead quality of smoothness and
tension, especially the fat quartos and small octavos, while the larger
volumes that received a flexible binding resemble nothing in surface so
much as the wrinkled diploma on yonder wall, with its cabalistic
signature now to be written no more, Carolus-Guil. Eliot; but all agree
in a tint over which artists rave, the color that gold would take if it
were capable of stain. But there is no stain here, or rather all stains
are taken up and converted into beauty. Dust, dirt, smudges, all are
here, and each is made to contribute a new element of charm. Is the
resultant more beautiful than the spotless original? Compare it with the
pearly tint of the diploma, or turn up the folded edge of one of those
flexible bindings and note the chalky white of the parchment's protected
under-surface. The same three hundred years that have made over Europe
and made English America have, as it were, filled in the rhythmic pauses
between their giant heart-beats by ripening Dr. Holmes's wine and
touching with Midas caress these parchment bindings!

It is surely a crime to keep such beauty of tint and tone hidden away in
drawers or all but hidden on crowded shelves. Let them be displayed in
open cases where all may enjoy them. But let us go softly; these
century-mellowed parchments are too precious to be displayed to
unappreciative, perhaps scornful, eyes. Put them away in their
hiding-places until some gentle reader of these lines shall ask for
them; then we will bring them forth and persuade ourselves that we can
detect a new increment of beauty added by the brief time since last we
looked on them. I once heard an address on a librarian's duty to his
successors. I will suggest a service not there mentioned: to choose
every year the best contemporary books that he can find worthily printed
on time-proof papers and have them bound in parchment; then let him
place them on his shelves to gather gold from the touch of the mellowing
years through the centuries to come and win him grateful memory such as
we bestow upon the unknown hands that wrought for these volumes the
garments of their present and still increasing beauty.




LEST WE FORGET THE FEW GREAT BOOKS


One result of the stir that has been made in library matters during the
last two generations, and especially during the latter, is the enormous
increase in the size of our libraries. In 1875 the public libraries of
the United States contained a little less than 11,500,000 volumes. In
the five years from 1908 to 1913 the libraries of 5,000 volumes and over
added nearly 20,000,000 volumes, making a total of over 75,000,000
volumes, an increase of 35.7 per cent. In 1875 there were 3682 libraries
of more than 300 volumes each; in 1913 there were 8302 libraries of over
1000 volumes each. In 1875 there were only nine libraries containing
100,000 volumes or over. These were the Library of Congress, 300,000;
Boston Public Library, 300,000; New York Mercantile Library, 160,000;
Harvard College Library, 154,000; Astor Library, 152,000; Philadelphia
Mercantile Library, 126,000; House of Representatives Library, 125,000;
Boston Athenaeum, 105,000; Library Company of Philadelphia, 104,000. In
1913 there were in this class 82 libraries, or over nine times as many,
including 14 libraries of 300,000 to 2,000,000 volumes, a class which
did not exist in 1875.

Meanwhile the individual book remains just what it always was, the
utterance of one mind addressed to another mind, and the individual
reader has no more hours in the day nor days in his life; he has no more
eyes nor hands nor--we reluctantly confess--brains than he had in 1875.
But, fast as our libraries grow, not even their growth fully represents
the avalanche of books that is every year poured upon the reader's
devoted head by the presses of the world. To take only the four
countries in whose literature we are most interested we find their
annual book publication, for the latest normal year, 1913, to be as
follows: Germany, 35,078 volumes; France, 11,460; England, 12,379;
America, 12,230. But Japan, Russia, and Italy are each credited with
issuing more books annually than either England or the United States,
and the total annual book publication of the world is estimated to reach
the enormous figure of more than 130,000 volumes. In view of this
prodigious literary output, what progress can the reader hope to make in
"keeping up with the new books"? De Quincey figured that a man might
possibly, in a long lifetime devoted to nothing else, read 20,000
volumes. The estimate is easy. Suppose we start with one book a
day--surely a large supposition--and count a man's reading years from 20
to 80, 60 years in all; 60 times 365 is 21,900. This estimate makes no
allowance for Sundays, holidays, or sickness. Yet, small as it is--for
there are private libraries containing 20,000 volumes--it is manifestly
too large. But whatever the sum total may be, whether 20,000 or 2,000,
let us see, if I may use the expression, what a one must read before he
can allow himself to read what he really wants to.

First of all we must read the books that form the intellectual tools of
our trade, and there is no profession and hardly a handicraft that does
not possess its literature. For instance, there are more than ten
periodicals in the German language alone devoted exclusively to such a
narrow field as beekeeping. Such periodicals and such books we do not
call literature, any more than we do the labors of the man or woman who
supplies the text for Butterick's patterns. But they are printed matter,
and the reading of them takes up time that we might have spent upon
"books that are books."

But besides this bread and butter reading there is another sort that we
must admit into our lives if we are to be citizens of the world we live
in, contemporaries of our own age, men among the men of our time, and
that is reading for general information. The time has long since gone
by, to be sure, when any man could, like Lord Bacon, take all knowledge
for his province--we can hardly take a bird's-eye view of all knowledge
to-day. No amount of reading will ever produce another Scaliger, learned
in every subject. To be well informed, even in these days of the
banyan-like growth of the tree of knowledge, is to be a miracle of
erudition. Most of mankind must be content with the modest aim which Dr.
Holmes set for the poet, to know enough not to make too many blunders.
In carrying out this humble purpose, that of merely touching elbows with
the thronging multitude of facts of interest to the civilized man, we
have a task great enough to occupy the time of any reader, even if he
made it his vocation; and with most of us it must be only a minor
avocation. The very books about the books in this boundless field, the
compends of the compends, the reviews of the reviews, form in themselves
a library great enough to stagger human weakness. Besides all this--in a
sense a part of it, yet a miscellaneous and irrational part--come the
newspapers, with their daily distraction. This is after all our world,
and we cannot live in it and be absolute nonconformists. So we must
submit to the newspaper, though it makes a heavy addition to our daily
load of reading for information. But there is still another kind of
necessary reading that I wish to mention before we come to that which
ranks chief in importance.

The woman who takes out of the public or subscription library a novel a
day is only suffering from the perversion of an appetite that in its
normal state is beneficial. It is possible that her husband does not
read enough for amusement, that his horizon is narrowed, his sympathies
stunted by the lack of that very influence which, in excess, unfits his
wife for the realities and duties of everyday existence. It came as a
surprise to many to learn from Tennyson's "Life" that the author of "In
Memoriam" was a great novel reader. But clearly in his case the novel
produced no weakening of the mental fiber. President Garfield advised
the student to mingle with his heavier reading a judicious proportion of
fiction. The novel may rank in the highest department of literature and
may render the inestimable service of broadening and quickening our
sympathies. In this case it belongs to the class of the best books. But
I have introduced it here as the most prominent representative of what
we may call the literature of recreation. There is a further
representative of this class that is peculiarly well fitted to bring
refreshment and cheer to the weary and dispirited, and that is humor,
which is often also the soundest philosophy.

If the reader does not at the outset make provision in his daily reading
for the best books, the days and the months will go by, and the unopened
volumes will look down upon him from his shelves in dumb reproof of his
neglect and reminder of his loss. In truth it is all a matter of the
balance of gain. What we rate highest we shall find room for. If we
cannot have our spiritual food and satisfy all our other wants, perhaps
we shall find that some of our other wants can do with less
satisfaction. That we should neglect the material side of life for the
spiritual I do not say. But for our encouragement let me quote another
estimate of what may be accomplished by persistent reading, and my
authority shall be the late Professor William Mathews, the essayist, an
author whose graceful style bears lightly as a flower a weight of
learning that would appall, if it did not so delight us. Says Dr.
Mathews:

     Did you ever think of the sum total of knowledge that may be
     accumulated in a decade, or score of years, or a lifetime by
     reading only 10 pages a day? He who has read but that small
     amount daily, omitting Sundays, has read in a year 3130
     pages, which is equal to six volumes of 521 pages each,
     enough to enable one to master a science. In five years he
     will have read 15,650 pages, equivalent to 30 large volumes,
     or to 60 of the average size. Now, we do not hesitate to say
     that 30 volumes of 521 pages each of history, biography,
     science, and literature, well chosen, well read, and well
     digested, will be worth to nine persons out of ten more than
     the average collegiate education is to the majority of
     graduates.

Our case for knowing the best books is, therefore, not hopeless. What we
need for the achievement is not genius, but only a moderate amount of
forethought and persistence. But who is there that has not tasted the
joy of discovering a great book that seemed written for himself alone?
If there is such a man, he is to be pitied--unless, indeed, he is to be
congratulated on the unimagined pleasure in store for him. Discovery is
not too strong a word for the feeling of the reader when he lights upon
such a world-opening volume. He feels that no one else ever could have
had the same appreciation of it, ever really discovered it, that he is

          the first that ever burst
    Into that silent sea.

Keats, in his glorious sonnet, "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer,"
has given the finest of all expressions to this sense of literary
discovery.

    Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
      And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
      Round many western islands have I been
    Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
    Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
      That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne:
      Yet never did I breathe its pure serene
    Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
    Then felt I like some watcher in the skies
      When a new planet swims into his ken;
    Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes
      He stared at the Pacific--and all his men
    Looked at each other with a wild surmise--
      Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

To describe such accessions of spiritual vision we turn instinctively to
the narratives of Holy Writ, to Pisgah and its revelation of the
Promised Land, to the ladder at Bethel with its angels ascending and
descending, and to the lonely seer on Patmos with his vision of a new
heaven and a new earth.

But, questions a listener, do books ever really affect people like this?
Most assuredly! We have only to turn to biography for the record, if we
do not find living witnesses among our friends. It was said of Neander
that "Plato is his idol--his constant watchword. He sits day and night
over him; and there are few who have so thoroughly and in such purity
imbibed his wisdom."

The elder Professor Torrey, of the University of Vermont, found his
inspiration, as many another has done, in Dante. In his youth he
preferred the Inferno; in his middle life he rose to the calm heights of
the Purgatorio; and he used to say with a smile that perhaps the time
would come when he should be fitted to appreciate the Paradiso. Highly
interesting is John Ruskin's tribute to Sir Walter Scott:

     It is one of the griefs of my old age that I know Scott by
     heart, but still, if I take up a volume of him, it is not
     laid down again for the next hour.

Beside this we may place Goethe's testimony, also written in old age:

     We read many, too many, poor things, thus losing our time
     and gaining nothing. We should only read what we can admire,
     as I did in my youth, and as I now do with Sir Walter Scott.
     I have now begun "Rob Roy," and I shall read all his
     romances in succession. All is great--material, import,
     characters, execution; and then what infinite diligence in
     the preparatory studies! what truth of detail in the
     composition! Here we see what English history is; what an
     inheritance to a poet able to make use of it. Walter Scott
     is a great genius; he has not his equal; and we need not
     wonder at the extraordinary effect he has produced on the
     reading world. He gives me much to think of; and I discover
     in him a wholly new art with laws of its own.

Of Goethe himself Carlyle confessed that the reading of his works made
him understand what the Methodists mean by a new birth. Those who are
familiar with the speeches and writings of Daniel Webster realize the
inspiration that he owed to the grandeur of Milton. His great rival,
Calhoun, honored everywhere as a statesman, was known in his own home as
"the old man of the Bible." It was the reading of the Bible that
equipped John Bunyan to become the author of "Pilgrim's Progress." The
novelists have not failed to recognize the influence of some single book
on a human life. It was the accidental possession of a folio volume of
Shakespeare--in Blackmore's "Lorna Doone"--that transformed John Ridd
from a hulking countryman to a man of profound acquaintance with the
world. And who does not remember Gabriel Betteridge, the simple-hearted
old steward in Wilkie Collins's "Moonstone," who finds for every
occurrence a text to counsel or console in his favorite "Robinson
Crusoe"?

As the experience of Professor Torrey shows, different books appeal to
us most strongly at different ages. Young men read Shelley, old men
read Wordsworth. In youth "Hamlet" is to us the greatest of all plays;
in old age, "Lear." I know of no more interesting account of the
development of a mind in the choice of books than that presented in John
Beattie Crozier's autobiographical volume entitled "My Inner Life." The
author is an English philosopher, who was born and lived until manhood
in the backwoods of Canada. He tells us how as a young man groping about
for some clew to the mystery of the world in which he found himself, he
tried one great writer after another--Mill, Buckle, Carlyle,
Emerson--all to no purpose, for he was not ready for them. At this
period he read with great profit the "Recreations of a Country Parson,"
which, as he says, "gave me precisely the grade and shade of platitude I
required." But more important were the weekly sermons of Henry Ward
Beecher. Of him Crozier says:

     For years his printed sermons were the main source of my
     instruction and delight. His range and variety of
     observation ... his width of sympathy; his natural and
     spontaneous pathos; the wealth of illustration and metaphor
     with which his sermons were adorned, and which were drawn
     chiefly from natural objects, from his orchard, his farm,
     his garden, as well as from machinery and from all kinds of
     natural processes; his naturalism and absence of theological
     bias; his knowledge of average men and their ways of looking
     at things; in a word, his general fertility of thought,
     filling up, as it did, the full horizon of my mind, and
     running over and beyond it on all sides, so that wherever I
     looked he had been there before me--all this delighted and
     enchanted me, and made him for some years my ideal of
     intellectual greatness; and I looked forward to the
     Saturdays on which his weekly sermons reached me with
     longing and pure joy.

Later, in England, Crozier took up the works of the philosophers with
better success. The chapter of most interest for us is the one on the
group which he calls "The Poetic Thinkers"--Carlyle, Newman, Emerson,
Goethe. Of these he places Goethe and Emerson highest. Indeed of
Emerson's essay on "Experience" he says:

     In this simple framework Emerson has contrived to work in
     thoughts on human life more central and commanding, more
     ultimate and final, and of more universal application than
     are to be found within the same compass in the literature of
     any age or time, thoughts which rise to the mind as
     naturally and spontaneously when the deeper secrets of life
     are in question, as proverbs do in its more obvious and
     superficial aspects.... Nowhere, indeed, will you find
     greater penetration and profundity, or greater refinement
     and delicacy than in these essays (of Emerson).... After a
     lapse of ten or fifteen years ... no increase of experience
     or reflection has enabled me to add or suggest aught by way
     of commentary on these great and penetrating observations on
     human life that is not either more superficial or less
     true.... Until Emerson is understood, no observer of human
     life making any pretension to originality can, in my
     judgment, consider his reputation safe, or his work free
     from the danger of being undermined by this great master of
     human thought.

If some scholar on whose judgment we relied were to speak in these terms
of a book that was only to be read in Persian or Icelandic, how
cheerfully we should bend ourselves to the task of learning these
difficult tongues for the sake of the reward--the possession of the
coveted thought. But the writings of Emerson are in our own language and
accessible in the cheapest editions. If to us personally Emerson does
not make this supreme appeal, there are other writers, all at hand, set
apart from the great multitude of lesser spirits by that final weigher
of human talents whom Bacon calls Good Fame. It is not that among the
myriad volumes of a library we must painfully and largely by accident
discover the few of highest worth--scanning each doubtfully as one
searches for an unknown visitor in the crowd alighting from a train. No,
the best books are the best known, the most accessible. Lists of the
ten, the fifty, the one hundred best books are at our disposal, and, if
they do not always represent final judgments, are near enough for
practical purposes. The will to read the best books is all that we need
to supply--the rest has been done for us. And is there anyone who turns
with indifference from the high and free privilege of making the
greatest spirits that have ever lived his bosom friends, his companions
and counselors? If there be such a one, would that I might repeat to him
more of that glorious chant in praise of books that has been sung by the
wise of all ages, from Socrates to Gladstone. I have given a few of
these tributes already; I will close with one from an unexpected source.
Says Walt Whitman, in his "Democratic Vistas," speaking of the books
that have come down to us from antiquity:

     A few immortal compositions, small in size, yet compassing
     what measureless values of reminiscence, contemporary
     portraitures, manners, idioms and beliefs, with deepest
     inference, hint and thought, to tie and touch forever the
     old, new body, and the old, new soul. These! and still
     these! bearing the freight so dear--dearer than
     pride--dearer than love. All the best experience of humanity
     folded, saved, freighted to us here! Some of these tiny
     ships we call Old and New Testament, Homer, Eschylus, Plato,
     Juvenal, etc. Precious minims! I think if we were forced to
     choose, rather than have you, and the likes of you, and what
     belongs to and has grown of you, blotted out and gone, we
     could better afford, appalling as that would be, to lose all
     actual ships, this day fastened by wharf, or floating on
     wave, and see them, with all their cargoes, scuttled and
     sent to the bottom.

     Gathered by geniuses of city, race or age, and put by them
     in highest of art's forms, namely, the literary form, the
     peculiar combinations, and the outshows of that city, age or
     race, its particular modes of the universal attributes and
     passions, its faiths, heroes, lovers and gods, wars,
     traditions, struggles, crimes, emotions, joys (or the subtle
     spirit of these) having been passed on to us to illumine our
     own selfhood, and its experiences--what they supply,
     indispensable and highest, if taken away, nothing else in
     all the world's boundless storehouses could make up to us,
     or ever again return.




PRINTING PROBLEMS FOR SCIENCE TO SOLVE


The book seems to have been regarded for hundreds of years--for
thousands of years if we include its prototypes--as a thing apart,
subject to its own laws of beauty, utility, and economy. But recently
men have come to realize that the book has no special esthetic license,
that what is barbarous art elsewhere is barbarous in the book; they also
recognize that the book is within the domain of economics, that the
invention of typography was primarily a reduction of cost, and that a
myriad later processes, which make the book what it is to-day, are all
developments of the same principle. What has not been so clearly seen is
that in the field of utility the book is not independent, cannot impose
conditions upon its users, but is an instrument strictly subordinate to
human needs. The establishment of its efficiency has only begun when we
have adapted it to the convenience of the hand and the bookshelf. The
real tests of its utility are subtle, not gross, and are, in fact,
beyond the range of ordinary haphazard experience. In this field popular
judgment may be right or wrong; it offers merely an opinion, which it
cannot prove. But here that higher power of common sense that we call
science comes in and gives verdicts that take account of all the
elements involved and can be verified. Rather this is what science has
not yet done for printing, or has done only in part, but which we
confidently expect it is about to do.

What then are some of the points that we may call in science to settle?
We know surely that fine type, bad presswork, pale ink on gray paper are
all bad for the eyes. But there are a host of other matters connected
with printing, we may even say most matters, in regard to which our
knowledge is either uncertain or indefinite. In respect to this whole
range of practical printing subjects we want to know just what practice
is the best and by what percentage of superiority. This quantitative
element in the solution is of great importance, for when rival
considerations, the esthetic, the economic, for instance, plead for one
choice as against another, we shall know just how much sacrifice of
utility is involved. The tests for which we look to science cover
everything that goes to make up the physical side of the book. The tests
themselves, however, are psychological, for the book makes its appeal to
the mind through one of the senses, that of sight, and therefore its
adaptedness to the manifold peculiarities of human vision must be the
final criterion of its utility.

Beginning with the material basis of the book--paper--most readers are
sure that both eggshell and glaze finish are a hindrance to easy reading
and even hurtful to the eyes; but which is worse and how much? Is there
any difference as regards legibility between antique and medium plate
finish, and which is better and by what percentage? In regard to the
color as well as the surface of paper we are largely at sea. We realize
that contrast between paper and ink is necessary, but is the greatest
contrast the best? Is the blackest black on the whitest white better,
for instance, than blue-black on buff-white, and how much? Is white on
black not better than black on white, and, if so, in what exact degree?
Or is the real solution to be found in some other color contrast as yet
untried? The very mention of some of these possibilities shocks our
prejudices and stirs our conservatism to revolt in advance; yet, with or
against our will, we may be perfectly sure that the changes which
science finally pronounces imperative will be made.

Who can tell what is the normal length of line for legibility, or
whether there is one, and whether there is an ideal size of type, or
what it is? Are the newspapers, for instance, right as to length of line
and the books as to size of type, as many suppose? Has each size of type
a length of line normal to it? How is this affected by leading, or is
leading merely of imaginary value? Is large type desirable for the
schoolbooks of the youngest children, and may the type be made smaller,
down to a certain limit, without harm, as the children grow older, or is
there one ideal size for all ages? It is frankly recognized that in
certain works, like editions of the poets, legibility may properly be
sacrificed in some degree to beauty, and in certain reference works,
again, to economy of space; but we should like to know, as we do not now
with any exactness, what amount of legibility is surrendered.

It is easy, however, to see that one great battleground of controversy
in any suggested reforms must be the design of the type itself. Here,
fortunately, the English public starts with a great advantage. We have
thrown overboard our old black letter with its dazzling contrasts of
shading and its fussy ornament, and therefore can begin where the
Germans must some day leave off. We have no accents or other diacritical
marks, and in this respect are superior to the French also. We start
with a fairly extended and distinct letter like Caslon for our norm, but
even so the problem is in the highest degree complex and baffling.
First, accepting the traditional forms of the letters, we must determine
whether light or heavy, even or shaded, condensed or extended letters
are the more legible, and always in what proportion. We shall then be in
a position to decide the relative standing of the various commercial
types, if such we find, that fairly well meet the conditions. It will
also be obvious what changes can be introduced to improve the types that
stand highest. By and by the limit of improvement will be reached under
the traditional forms of the letters. It will next be the task of
science to show by what modifications or substitutions the poorest
letters, such as s z e a x o can be brought up to the visibility of the
best letters, such as m w d j l p. Some of these changes may be slight,
such as shortening the overhang of the a and slanting the bar of the e,
while others may involve forms that are practically new. It is worth
remembering at this point that while our capital letters are strictly
Roman, our small or lowercase letters came into being during the middle
ages, and many of them would not be recognized by an ancient Roman as
having any relation to his alphabet. They therefore belong to the modern
world and can be altered without sacrilege.

There will remain other problems to be solved, such as the use of
capitals at all; punctuation, whether to keep our present practice or to
devise a better; the use of spacing between paragraphs, words, and even
letters; besides numerous problems now hardly guessed. Many of the
conclusions of science will be openly challenged, but such opposition is
easiest to overcome. Harder to meet will be the opposition of prejudice,
one of whose favorite weapons is always ridicule. But the results of
science in the field of printing, as in every other, are sure to make
their way into practice, and here their beneficent effect in the relief
of eye strain and its consequent nervous wear and in the saving of time
is beyond our present power to calculate or even imagine. The world at
the end of the twentieth century will be a different world from this, a
far better world, we trust; and one of the potent influences in bringing
about that improvement will then be traced, we are confident, to the
fact that, near the beginning of the century, science was called in to
solve those problems of the book that belong to the laboratory rather
than to the printing office.




TYPES AND EYES: THE PROBLEM


Our modern world submits with an ill grace to the nuisance of
spectacles, but flatters itself that after all they afford a measure of
civilization. Thirty-five years ago Dr. Émile Javal, a Parisian oculist,
contested this self-complacent inference, believing the terrible
increase of near sight among school children to be due rather to a
defect than to an excess of civilization. He conceived that the trouble
must lie in the material set for the eye to work upon, namely, the
printed page. He therefore instituted a series of experiments to
discover its defects from the point of view of hygiene. Being an
oculist, he naturally adopted the test of distance to determine the
legibility of single letters at the limit of vision, and he employed the
oculist's special type. His conclusions cover a wide range. He decided
that paper with a slightly buff tint printed with an ink tinged with
blue was the most agreeable combination for the eye, though in absolute
clearness nothing can surpass the contrast of black upon white. He held
that leading is no advantage to clearness, and that it would be better
to print the same words on the page in a larger type unleaded. He found
the current type too condensed; this is particularly a fault of French
type. But he favored spacing between the letters of a word, a conclusion
in which he has not been followed by later investigators. He found
shaded type a disadvantage and advocated a fairly black type in which
all the lines are of uniform thickness. But most interesting are his
conclusions regarding the letters themselves. He found that the eye in
reading follows a horizontal line which cuts the words just below the
tops of the short letters, the parts of the letters being indistinct in
proportion as they are distant from this line. It is chiefly by their
individuality on this line that letters acquire distinctness. But just
here he found that an unfortunate tendency towards uniformity had been
at work, flattening the rounded letters and rounding the square letters.
In a series of articles he gives exhaustive studies of the various
letters, their characteristics, and their possible reform.

[Illustration: These ten-point lines in Della Robbia of the American
Type Founders Company include the principal elements of reform advocated
by Dr. Javal, as well as others mentioned below]

A few years later Dr. Cattell, now a professor in Columbia, but then an
investigator in Wundt's psychological laboratory in Leipsic, made a
series of studies on brain and eye inertia in the recognition of
letters. Like Dr. Javal he found some alphabets harder to see than
others and the letters of the same alphabet different in legibility. He
saw no advantage in having a mixture of capital and small letters. He
condemned shading in types and opposed all ornament as an element of
confusion. He regarded punctuation marks as hard to see and proposed
that they should be displaced, or at least supplemented, by spaces
between the words corresponding to the pause in the thought or the
utterance.

He tested the letters by their legibility when seen for a small fraction
of a second through a narrow slit in a falling screen. Beginning with
the capitals, he found that out of two hundred and seventy trials for
each letter, W was recognized two hundred and forty-one times and E only
sixty-three times, the former being much more distinct and the latter
much less distinct than any other. Some letters, like S and C, were
found hard to recognize in themselves, and certain groups of letters,
such as O, Q, G, and C, were constantly confused with one another. Said
Dr. Cattell, "If I should give the probable time wasted each day through
a single letter, as E, being needlessly illegible, it would seem almost
incredible; and, if we could calculate the necessary strain put upon eye
and brain, it would be still more appalling."

In regard to the small letters he found a like difference in legibility.
Out of one hundred trials d was read correctly eighty-seven times, s
only twenty-eight times. He found s, g, c, and x particularly hard to
recognize by reason of their form; and certain pairs and groups were
sources of confusion. The group of slim letters, i, j, l, f, t, is an
instance. He suggested that a new form of l, perhaps the Greek [Greek:
l], should be adopted; and he advocated the dropping of the dot from the
i, as in Greek. He made experiments upon the German as well as the Roman
alphabet, but he found the former so bad that he could only advise
giving it up altogether.

Somewhat later, in 1888, Mr. E. C. Sanford, now president of Clark
College, published in the "American Journal of Psychology" an exhaustive
study on "The Relative Legibility of the Small Letters." He studied
simply the letter forms, to determine the order of legibility in the
alphabet and the groups most liable to confusion, in order to discover
what letters most need improvement and upon what clearness depends. He
too employed a special type. He found the order under the distance test
to be w m q p v y j f h r d g k b x l n u a t i z o c s e, and the order
under the time test m w d q v y j p k f b l i g h r x t o u a n e s c z.
It will be noticed that of the seven letters most largely represented in
a full font of type, e t a i n o s, all fall in the last third of one or
the other of these two groups, four are there in both groups, while e,
the letter used most of all, stands at the very foot of the list in the
distance group. Could there be any clearer call for the reform of our
letters?

Mr. Sanford enters at length into the question of the points that help
and hinder legibility and that should therefore be considered in
reforming the shapes of letters. Enlargement of size and increase of
differences are obvious aids to clearness. Simplicity of outline and
concentration of peculiarity upon one feature are important elements of
legibility. Even a letter of small size, like v, is brought into the
first group by a combination of these two qualities. Serifs are
necessary to prevent irradiation, or an overflowing of the white on the
black, but they should be stubby; if long, they take on the character of
ornament and become confusing. The letters g and a are complicated
without being distinctive and are therefore continually confused with
other letters. The c e o group of much used letters can be made less
liable to confusion if the gap on the right of the first two letters is
made wider and the line of the e slants downward as in Jenson. Another
group, a n u, are confused together. To avoid this the top and bottom
openings of n and u should be made as open as possible and the a should
go back to the old script form =a= as in the Humanistic type. The letter s
is a source of great difficulty, being either not recognized at all in
the tests or confused with other letters. It will be remembered that
Franklin greatly deprecated the giving up of the long f, and a return to
this form is now suggested, care being taken, of course, to
differentiate it from f, especially by carrying it below the line. The
dot of the i is of no use when the letter stands alone, but it is an
important element of distinctness in words like "minim." The dot, as Dr.
Javal suggests, should be set on a level with the top of the l rather
than on a level with the top of the t. A reduction of serifs would
lessen the confusion of x and z and of s and z.

But it is unnecessary to trace these studies in all their minutiae. In
the twenty-eight years that have followed the appearance of Mr.
Sanford's article work along the same lines has been done by many
investigators in various countries. Some of the conclusions that we have
noticed have been sustained, others have been discredited. The most
important conclusions of the investigators down to 1908 will be found
scattered through the pages of Huey's "Psychology and Pedagogy of
Reading," which appeared in that year. Such matters as the normal length
of a line of print, the size of type appropriate to schoolbooks for
children of different ages, the possibilities of future type design with
reference solely to the reader's needs, are among the many subjects
there set forth in an interesting fashion.

In all these studies one obvious subject of investigation appears to
have been overlooked, and that is the actual types of everyday print. Do
they vary greatly in legibility? Are some of them so bad that they ought
to be rejected _in toto_? On the other hand, have the designers of
certain types attained by instinct or by happy accident a degree of
legibility that approximates the best to be hoped for? If so, can we
trace the direction to be followed in seeking further improvement? To
answer these questions an extended investigation was undertaken at Clark
University in 1911 by Miss Barbara Elizabeth Roethlein under the
direction of Professor John Wallace Baird. Her results were published by
Clark University Library in January, 1912, under the title "The Relative
Legibility of Different Faces of Printing Types." The pamphlet abounds
in tables made clear by the use of the very types under consideration.
The following are the conclusions reached:

     1. Certain faces of type are much more legible than other
     faces; and certain letters of every face are much more
     legible than other letters of the same face.

     2. These differences in legibility prove to be greater when
     letters are presented in isolation from one another than
     when they are presented in groups.

     3. Legibility is a product of six factors: (1) the form of
     the letter; (2) the size of the letter; (3) the heaviness of
     the face of the letter (the thickness of the lines which
     constitute the letter); (4) the width of the white margin
     which surrounds the letter; (5) the position of the letter
     in the letter group; (6) the shape and size of the adjacent
     letters. In our experiments the first factor seemed to be
     less significant than any of the other five; that is, in the
     type-faces which were employed in the present investigation
     the form of any given letter of the alphabet usually varied
     between such narrow limits as to constitute a relatively
     insignificant factor in the determination of its legibility.

     4. The relatively heavy-faced types prove to be more legible
     than the light-faced types. The optimal heaviness of face
     seems to lie in a mean between the bold faces and such light
     faces as Scotch Roman and Cushing Monotone.

     5. The initial position in a group of letters is the most
     advantageous position for legibility; the final position
     comes next in order of advantage; and the intermediate or
     internal positions are least favorable for legibility.

     6. The size and the form of the letters which stand adjacent
     to any given letter play an important role in determining
     its legibility; and the misreadings which occur in the case
     of grouped letters are of a wholly different sort from those
     which occur in the case of isolated letters. When letters of
     the same height or of similar form appear side by side, they
     become relatively illegible. But the juxtaposition of an
     ascender, a descender and a short letter tends to improve
     the legibility of each, as also does the juxtaposition of
     letters which are made up wholly or chiefly of straight
     lines and letters which are made up wholly or chiefly of
     curved lines.

     7. The quality and the texture of the paper is a much less
     significant factor than has been supposed, provided, of
     course, that the illumination and the inclination of the
     paper are such as to secure an optimal condition of light
     reflection from its surface.

     8. There is an urgent need for modification of certain
     letters of the alphabet.

Contrary to previous results with special types, these tests of
commercial types represent the capitals as more legible, by about
one-fifth, than the lowercase letters; but, in view of the much greater
bigness and heaviness of capitals, the earlier judgment would seem to be
supported so far as the letter forms of the two classes are concerned.
The order of each class, taking an average of all the faces, is as
follows: W M L J I A T C V Q P D O Y U F H X G N Z K E R B S m w d j l p
f q y i h g b k v r t n c u o x a e z s. Considering only the lowercase
letters, which represent nine-tenths of the print that meets the eye, we
still have four of the most used letters, s e a o, in the lowest fourth
of the group, while s in both sizes of type and in all faces stands at
the bottom. The average legibility of the best and worst is: W, 300.2;
S, 205.7; m, 296.8; s, 152.6.

The tests were by distance; the letters were all ten-point of the
various faces; and the figures represent the distance in centimeters at
which the letters were recognized. There is a satisfaction in being
assured that the range between the best and the worst is not so great as
had been estimated previously, the proportion being in the one case not
quite 3:2 and in the other not quite 3:1.5. The following twenty-six
widely different faces of type were studied:

  American Typewriter
  Bold Antique
  Bulfinch
  Caslon Oldstyle No. 540
  Century Oldstyle
  Century Oldstyle, Bold
  Century Expanded
  Cheltenham Oldstyle
  Cheltenham Bold
  Cheltenham Bold, Condensed
  Cheltenham Italic
  Cheltenham Wide
  Clearface
  Clearface Italic
  Clearface Bold
  Clearface Bold Italic
  Cushing No. 2
  Cushing Oldstyle No. 2
  Cushing Monotone
  Della Robbia
  DeVinne No. 2
  DeVinne No. 2, Italic
  Franklin Gothic
  Jenson Oldstyle No. 2
  News Gothic
  Ronaldson Oldstyle No. 551

Of these, omitting the boldface and italic types, as well as all
capitals, the six best text types, ranging in average distance of
recognition from 236.4 to 224.3, are News Gothic, Bulfinch, Clearface,
Century Oldstyle, Century Expanded, and Cheltenham Wide. The six worst,
ranging from 206.4 to 185.6, are Cheltenham Oldstyle, DeVinne No. 2,
American Typewriter, Caslon Oldstyle, Cushing Monotone, and Cushing No.
2. The author says, commenting on these findings:

     If legibility is to be our sole criterion of excellence of
     typeface, News Gothic must be regarded as our nearest
     approximation to an ideal face, in so far as the present
     investigation is able to decide this question. The esthetic
     factor must always be taken into account, however, here as
     elsewhere. And the reader who prefers the appearance of
     Cushing Oldstyle or a Century face may gratify his esthetic
     demands without any considerable sacrifice of legibility.

To what extent these conclusions may be modified by future experiments
it is, of course, impossible to predict, but they clearly point the way
towards definiteness and boldness in the design of types as well as to a
preference for the larger sizes in their use. All this, as we shall see
in the next chapter, is in harmony with what experience has been
gradually confirming in the practice of the last generation.




TYPES AND EYES: PROGRESS


The late John Bartlett, whose "Familiar Quotations" have encircled the
globe, once remarked to a youthful visitor that it was a source of great
comfort to him that in collecting books in his earlier years he had
chosen editions printed in large type, "for now," he said, "I am able to
read them." The fading eyesight of old age does not necessarily set the
norm of print; but this is certain, that what age reads without
difficulty youth will read without strain, and in view of the excessive
burden put upon the eyes by the demands of modern life, it may be worth
while to consider whether it is not wise to err on the safer side as
regards the size of type, even by an ample margin.

It is now some thirty-five years since the first scientific experiments
upon the relations of type to vision were made in France and Germany. It
was peculiarly fitting, we may remark, that the investigation should
have started in those two countries, for the German alphabet is
notoriously hard on the eyes, and the French alphabet is encumbered with
accents, which form an integral part of the written word, and yet are
always minute and in poor print exceedingly hard to distinguish. The
result of the investigation was a vigorous disapproval of the German
type itself and of the French accents and the favorite style of letter
in France, the condensed. It was pointed out that progress in type
design towards the hygienic ideal must follow the direction of
simplicity, uniformity, and relative heaviness of line, with wide
letters and short descenders, all in type of sufficient size for easy
reading. In the generation that has succeeded these experiments have we
made any progress in adapting print to eyes along the lines of these
conclusions?

The printer might well offer in proof of such progress the page in which
these words are presented to the reader. In the four and a half
centuries of printing, pages of equal clearness and beauty may be found
if one knows just where to look for them, but the later examples all
fall within the period that we are discussing. It may be objected that
this is the luxury of printing, not its everyday necessity, and this
objection must be allowed; but luxuries are a powerful factor in
elevating the standard of living, and this is as true of print as of
food and dress. It must be confessed that an unforeseen influence made
itself felt early in the generation under discussion, that of William
Morris and his Kelmscott Press. Morris's types began and ended in the
Gothic or Germanic spirit, and their excellence lies rather in the
beauty of each single letter than in the effective mass-play of the
letters in words. Kelmscott books, therefore, in spite of their
decorative beauty, are not easy reading. In this respect they differ
greatly from those of Bodoni,[4] whose types to Morris and his followers
appeared weak and ugly. Bodoni's letters play together with perfect
accord, and his pages, as a whole, possess a statuesque if not a
decorative beauty. If the reader is not satisfied with the testimony of
the page now before him, let him turn to the Bodoni Horace of 1791, in
folio, where, in addition to the noble roman text of the poems, he will
find an extremely clear and interesting italic employed in the preface,
virtually a "library hand" script. But no force has told more powerfully
for clearness and strength in types than the influence of Morris, and if
he had done only this for printing he would have earned our lasting
gratitude.

Morris held that no type smaller than long primer should ever be
employed in a book intended for continuous reading; and here again, in
size of type as distinguished from its cut, he made himself an exponent
of one of the great forward movements that have so happily characterized
the recent development of printing. Go to any public library and look at
the novels issued from 1850 to 1880. Unless your memory is clear on this
point, you will be amazed to see what small print certain publishers
inflicted with apparent impunity on their patrons during this period.
The practice extended to editions of popular authors like Dickens and
Thackeray, editions that now find no readers, or find them only among
the nearsighted.

The cheap editions of the present day, on the contrary, may be poor in
paper and perhaps in presswork, they may be printed from worn plates,
but in size and even in cut of type they are generally irreproachable.
As regards nearsighted readers, it is well known that they prefer fine
type to coarse, choosing, for instance, a Bible printed in diamond, and
finding it clear and easy to read, while they can hardly read pica at
all. This fact, in connection with the former tolerance of fine print,
raises the question whether the world was not more nearsighted two
generations ago than it is now; or does this only mean that the oculist
is abroad in the land?

It is recognized that, in books not intended for continuous reading,
small and even fine type may properly be employed. That miracle of
encyclopedic information, the World Almanac, while it might be printed
better and on a higher quality of paper, could not be the handy
reference book that it is without the use of a type that would be
intolerably small in a novel or a history. With the increase of the
length of continuous use for which the book is intended, the size of the
type should increase up to a certain point. Above eleven-point, or small
pica, however, increase in the size of type becomes a matter not of
hygiene, but simply of esthetics. But below the normal the printer's
motto should be: In case of doubt choose the larger type.

A development of public taste that is in line with this argument is the
passing of the large-paper edition. It was always an anomaly; but our
fathers did not stop to reason that, if a page has the right proportions
at the start, mere increase of margin cannot enhance its beauty or
dignity. At most it can only lend it a somewhat deceptive appearance of
costliness, with which was usually coupled whatever attraction there
might be in the restriction of this special edition to a very few
copies. So they paid many dollars a pound for mere blank paper and
fancied that they were getting their money's worth. The most
inappropriate books were put out in large paper, Webster's Unabridged
Dictionary, for instance. At the other extreme of size may be cited the
Pickering diamond classics, also in a large-paper edition, pretty,
dainty little books, with their Lilliputian character only emphasized by
their excess of white paper. But their print is too fine to read, and
their margins are out of proportion to the printed page. Though their
type is small, they by no means exhibit the miracle of the books printed
in Didot's "microscopic" type, and they represent effort in a direction
that has no meaning for bookmaking, but remains a mere _tour de force_.
Quite different is the case with the Oxford miniature editions, of the
same size outwardly as the large-paper editions of the Pickering
diamond classics; these are modern miracles, for with all their
"infinite riches in a little room," they are distinctly legible.

As regards the design of type, the recent decades have given us our
choice among type-faces at once so beautiful and so clear as the Century
Oldstyle, Century Expanded, and Cheltenham Wide. To those should be
added Mr. Goudy's virile Kennerley. Still later have appeared, in direct
descent from one of Jenson's type-faces, Cloister and Centaur, two of
the most beautiful types of any age or country, and both, if we may
judge by comparison with the types approved by the Clark University
experiments, also among the most legible. Fortunately in type design
there is no essential conflict between beauty and use, but rather a
natural harmony. Already a high degree of legibility has been attained
without sacrifice; the future is full of promise.

In respect to books, we may congratulate ourselves that printing has
made real progress in the last generation towards meeting the primary
demand of legibility. The form of print, however, which is read by the
greatest number of eyes, the newspaper, shows much less advance. Yet
newspapers have improved in presswork, and the typesetting machines have
removed the evil of worn type. Moreover, a new element has come to the
front that played a much more subordinate part three or four decades
ago--the headline. "Let me write the headlines of a people," said the
late Henry D. Lloyd to the writer, "and I care not who makes its laws."
It is the staring headlines that form the staple of the busy man's
newspaper reading, and they are certainly hygienic for the eyes if not
always for the mind. While the trend towards larger and clearer type
has gone on chiefly without the consciousness of the public, it has not
been merely a reform imposed from without. The public prefers readable
print, demands it, and is ready to pay for it. The magazines have long
recognized this phase of public taste. When the newspapers have done the
same, the eyes of coming generations will be relieved of a strain that
can only be realized by those who in that day shall turn as a matter of
antiquarian curiosity to the torturing fine print that so thickly beset
the pathway of knowledge from the sixteenth to the nineteenth century,
and, in the twentieth, overthrown in the field of books and magazines,
made its last, wavering stand in the newspapers.




EXCEPTIONS TO THE RULE OF LEGIBILITY


Since print is meant primarily to be read, the first law of its being is
legibility. As a general principle this must be accepted, but in the
application certain important reservations must be made, all relating
themselves to the question _how_ the print is to be read. For
straightaway, long-time reading, or for reading in which the aim is to
get at the words of the author with the least hindrance, the law of
legibility holds to its full extent--is, in fact, an axiom; but not all
reading is long-continued, and not all is apart from considerations
other than instantaneous contact with the author's thought through his
words. It is these two classes of exceptions that we have now to
consider.

Let us begin with an example outside the field of typography. On the
first issue of the Lincoln cent were various sizes of lettering, the
largest being devoted to the words which denote the value of the coin,
and the smallest, quite undistinguishable in ordinary handling, to the
initials of the designer, afterwards discarded. Obviously these sizes
were chosen with reference to their power to attract attention; in the
one case an excess of legibility and in the other case, quite as
properly, its deficiency. Thus, what is not designed for the cursory
reader's eye, but serves only as a record to be consulted by those who
are specially interested in it, may, with propriety, be made so
inconspicuous as to be legible only by a distinct effort. Cases in
everyday typography are the signatures of books and the cabalistic
symbols that indicate to the newspaper counting room the standing of
advertisements. Both are customarily rendered inconspicuous through
obscure position, and if to this be added the relative illegibility of
fine type, the average reader will not complain, for all will escape his
notice.

Again, we may say that what is not intended for ordinary continuous
reading may, without criticism, be consigned to type below normal size.
Certain classes of books that are intended only for brief consultation
come under this head, the best examples being encyclopedias,
dictionaries, and almanacs. As compactness is one of their prime
requisites, it is a mistake to put them into type even comfortably
large. The reader opens them only for momentary reference, and he can
well afford to sacrifice a certain degree of legibility to handiness.
The Encyclopædia Britannica is a classic instance of a work made bulky
by type unnecessarily coarse for its purpose; the later, amazingly
clear, photographic reduction of the Britannica volumes is a recognition
of this initial mistake. The Century and Oxford dictionaries, on the
other hand, are splendid examples of the judicious employment of fine
print for the purpose both of condensation and the gradation of
emphasis. One has only to contrast with these a similar work in uniform
type, such as Littré's Dictionnaire, to appreciate their superiority for
ready reference.

The departure from legibility that we have thus far considered has
related to the size of the letters. Another equally marked departure is
possible in respect to their shape. In business printing, especially in
newspaper advertisements, men are sometimes tempted to gain amount at
the risk of undue fineness of type. But no advertiser who counts the
cost will take the chance of rendering his announcement unreadable by
the use of ornamental or otherwise imperfectly legible letters. He sets
no value upon the form save as a carrier of substance. In works of
literature, on the contrary, form may take on an importance of its own;
it may even be made tributary to the substance at some cost to
legibility.

In this field there is room for type the chief merit of which is apart
from its legibility. In other words, there is and always will be a place
for beauty in typography, even though it involve a certain loss of
clearness. As related to the total bulk of printing, works of this class
never can amount to more than a fraction of one per cent. But their
proportion in the library of a cultivated man would be vastly greater,
possibly as high as fifty per cent. In such works the esthetic sense
demands not merely that the type be a carrier of the alphabet, but also
that it interpret or at least harmonize with the subject-matter. Who
ever saw Mr. Updike's specimen pages for an edition of the "Imitatio
Christi," in old English type, without a desire to possess the completed
work? Yet we have editions of the "Imitatio" that are far more legible
and convenient. The "Prayers" of Dr. Samuel Johnson have several times
been published in what we may call tribute typography; but no edition
has yet attained to a degree of homage that satisfies the lovers of
those unaffected devotional exercises.

What, therefore, shall be the typography of books that we love, that we
know by heart? In them, surely, beauty and fitness may precede
legibility unchallenged. These are the books that we most desire and
cherish; this is the richest field for the typographic artist, and one
that we venture to pronounce, in spite of all that has yet been done,
still almost untilled. Such books need not be expensive; we can imagine
a popular series that should deserve the name of tribute typography.
Certain recent editions of the German classics, perhaps, come nearer to
justifying such a claim than any contemporary British or American work.
In more expensive publications some of Mr. Mosher's work, like his
quarto edition of Burton's "Kasîdah," merits a place in this class. A
better known, if older, instance is the holiday edition of Longfellow's
"Skeleton in Armor." Who would not rather read the poem in this Old
English type than in any Roman type in which it has ever been printed?
The work of the Kelmscott Press obviously falls within this class.

The truth is, there is a large body of favorite literature which we are
glad to be made to linger over, to have, in its perusal, a brake put
upon the speed of our reading; and in no way can this be done so
agreeably as by a typography that possesses a charm of its own to arrest
the eye. Such a delay increases while it prolongs the pleasure of our
reading. The typography becomes not only a frame to heighten the beauty
of the picture, but also a spell to lengthen our enjoyment of it. It
cannot be expected that the use of impressive type will be confined to
literature. That worthiest use will find the field already invaded by
pamphlet and leaflet advertisements, and this invasion is certain to
increase as the public taste becomes trained to types that make an
esthetic appeal of their own.

Ordinary type is the result of an attempt to combine with legibility an
all-round fitness of expression. But that very universality robs it of
special appropriateness for works of a strongly marked character. It is
impossible to have a new type designed for every new work, but classes
of types are feasible, each adapted to a special class of literature.
Already there is a tendency to seek for poetry a type that is at least
removed from the commonplace. But hitherto the recognition of this
principle has been only occasional and haphazard. Where much is to be
gained much also can be lost, and interpretative or expressional
typography that misses the mark may easily be of a kind to make the
judicious grieve. But the rewards of success warrant the risk. The most
beautiful of recent types, the New Humanistic, designed for The
University Press, has hardly yet been used. Let us hope that it may soon
find its wider mission so successfully as to furnish an ideal
confirmation of the principle that we have here been seeking to
establish.




THE STUDENT AND THE LIBRARY


What does a student of five and twenty years ago still remember of his
college? My own first and fondest recollection is of the walks and
talks, _noctes coenaeque deum_, with loved and honored companions, in
the bonds of a friendship that can be realized only in youth, under the
inspiration of a common intellectual purpose, and, one is tempted to
add, in the atmosphere of college halls; next arise golden hours passed
in the library; and lastly there come back other hours, not always
golden, spent in the classroom. This is, of course, only to enumerate
the three influences that are, or should be, strongest in a student's
life: the society of his fellows, his private reading, and his studies.
Of these three factors of culture the first and the last are fairly
constant, but the second is apt to vary in the experience of any small
group of students from the foremost place, as in the case of John Hay,
to no place at all. It is of this varying element in the student's
conduct of life that I have undertaken to write.

Unless student intercourse has an intellectual basis, such as reading
furnishes, it has nothing to distinguish it from any other good
fellowship and can hardly escape triviality. The little groups of
students at Cambridge which included such members as the three
Tennysons, Hallam, Spedding, Fitzgerald, and Thackeray, while they were
no doubt jovial enough, were first of all intellectual associations,
where

    Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
    Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

In such companionship men not only share and correct the culture which
they have acquired in private, but they are stimulated to higher and
wider attainment. The classroom at its best is hardly equal to a good
book; from its very nature it must address an abstract average rather
than the individual, while a good book startles us with the intimacy of
its revelation to ourselves. The student goes to college to study; he
has his name thence. But while the classroom is busied, patiently,
sedulously doling him out silver, he discovers that there is gold lying
all around, which he may take without asking. Twenty-five years after he
finds that the silver has grown black with rust, while the gold shines
on untarnished. Librarians are often besought for a guide in reading, a
set of rules, a list of books. But what is really needed, and what no
mentor can give, is a hunger and thirst after what is in books; and this
the student must acquire for himself or forego the blessing. Culture
cannot be vicarious. This is not to say that a list of books may not be
useful, or that one set of books is as good as another, but only that
reading is the thing, and, given the impulse to read, the how and the
what can be added unto it; but without this energizing motive, no amount
of opportunity or nurture will avail.

But, having not the desire to read, but only a sense that he ought to
have it, what shall a student do? I will suggest three practicable
courses from which a selection may be made according to the needs of the
individual. The first is to sit down and take account of stock, to map
out one's knowledge, one's previous reading, and so find the inner
boundaries of the vast region yet to be explored. This process can
hardly fail to suggest not merely one point of departure, but many. The
second method is, without even so much casting about, to set forth in
any direction, take the first attractive unread book at hand, and let
that lead to others. The third course is intended for the student whose
previous reading has been so scanty and so perfunctory as to afford him
no outlook into literature, a case, which, it is to be feared, is only
too common. We will consider this method first. Obviously such a student
must be furnished with a guide, one who shall set his feet in the right
paths, give him his bearings in literature, and inspire him with a love
for the beauty and grandeur of the scenery disclosed, so that he shall
become not only able to make the rest of his journey alone, but eager to
set out.

Where shall the student find such a guide? There are many and good at
hand, yet perhaps the best are not the professional ones, but rather
those who give us merely a delightful companionship and invite us to
share their own favorite walks in Bookland. Such a choice companion, to
name but one, awaits the student in Hazlitt's "Lectures on the English
Poets." Of the author himself Charles Lamb says: "I never slackened in
my admiration of him; and I think I shall go to my grave without
finding, or expecting to find, such another companion." And of his books
Stevenson confesses: "We are mighty fine fellows, but we cannot write
like William Hazlitt." In this little volume which the most hard-pressed
student can read and ponder in the leisure moments of a single term, the
reader is introduced at once into the wonderland of our English
literature, which he is made to realize at the outset is an indivisible
portion of the greater territory of the literature of the world.

Hazlitt begins with a discussion of poetry in general, shows what poetry
is, how its various forms move us, and how it differs from its next of
kin, such as eloquence and romance. He then takes up the poetry of
Homer, the Bible, Dante, and Ossian, and sets forth the characteristics
of each. In his chapter on our first two great poets, Chaucer and
Spenser, he points out the great and contrasted merits of these two
writers who have so little in common except a superficial resemblance in
language. Hazlitt is fond of presenting his authors to us in pairs or
groups. His next chapter is devoted to Shakespeare and Milton; and we
may remark that, while the student is in no danger of forgetting the
existence of Shakespeare, he is likely to need just such a tribute to
the greatness of Milton as the critic here presents. The volume contains
later chapters of great interest on Milton's "Lycidas" and "Eve." It is
not necessary for us to mention here all the subjects treated; Dryden
and Pope, Thomson and Cowper, Burns and the Old English Ballads are
among them. In every case we are not tantalized with mere estimates and
characterizations, but are furnished with illustrative specimens of the
poems discussed. But the initiation into English literature which we
receive from Hazlitt does not end with the authors of whom he treats
directly. Resuming our figure of a landscape, we may say that he takes
us through a thousand bypaths into charming nooks and upon delightful
prospects of which he has made no announcement beforehand.

I spoke of reading and pondering his book in a single college term. But,
while this may easily be done, it will be far more profitable for the
student, as soon as he feels drawn away from the volume to some author
whom it presents, to lay it aside and make an excursion of his own into
literature. Then let him take up the volume again and go on with it
until the critic's praise of the "Faerie Queene," or the "Rape of the
Lock," or the "Castle of Indolence" again draws his attention off the
essay to the poem itself. And as one poem and one author will lead to
another, the volume with which the student set out will thus gradually
fulfill its highest mission by inspiring and training its reader to do
without it. If the student has access to the shelves of a large library,
the very handling of the books in their groups will bring him into
contact with other books which he will be attracted to and will dip into
and read. In fact it should not be long before he finds his problem to
be, not what to read, but what to resist reading.

Suppose, however, that the student finds himself already possessed of a
vague, general knowledge of literature, but nothing definite or
satisfying, nothing that inspires interest. He it is who may profitably
take up the first attractive unread book at hand; but he should endeavor
to read it, not as an isolated fragment of literature, but in its
relations. Suppose the book happens to be "Don Quixote." This is a work
written primarily to amuse. But if the reader throws himself into the
spirit of the book, he will not be content, for instance, with the mere
mention of the romances of chivalry which turned the poor knight's
brain. He will want to read about them and to read some of them
actually. He will be curious as to Charlemagne and his peers, Arthur and
his knights, and will seek to know their true as well as their fabulous
history. Then he will wonder who the Moors were, why they were banished,
and what was the result to Spain of this act in which even his liberal
and kindly author acquiesced. He will ask if antiquity had its romances
and if any later novelists were indebted to Cervantes. The answer to the
last query will bring him to Gil Blas in French literature and to the
works of the great English romancers of the eighteenth century. Fielding
will lead him to Thackeray, Smollett to Dickens, Dickens to Bret Harte,
and Bret Harte to Kipling. If he reads Cervantes in English, he will
have a choice of translations, and he will not fail to mark the
enormous difference in language, literary style, and ideals of rendering
between the three versions of Shelton in the seventeenth century,
Motteux in the eighteenth, and Ormsby in the nineteenth. If, like many
another, he becomes so interested in the great romance as to learn
Spanish for the sake of coming into direct communication with his
author, a whole new literature will be opened to him. Furthermore, in
the cognate languages which a mastery of Spanish will make easy for him,
a group of literatures will be placed at his command; and, while he
began with Cervantes, who threw open for him the portals of the middle
ages, we may leave him with Dante, looking before and after over all
human achievement and destiny.

All this the student will not do in one term nor in one year, but he
will have _found himself_ in the library, he will have acquired a bond
to culture that will not break as he steps out of his last recitation,
that will not yield when time and distance have relegated his college
friendships, with his lost youth, to the Eden or the Avilion of memory.
And if afterwards he comes, with Emerson, to find the chief value of his
college training in the ability it has given him to recognize its little
avail, he will thus disparage it only in the spirit in which a more
advanced student of an earlier day, looking back upon the stupendous
revelations of his "Principia," likened them to so many pebbles or
shells picked up on the shore of the illimitable ocean of knowledge.




ORTHOGRAPHIC REFORM


Seldom have controversies brought out so much humor, on both sides, as
that over the reform of English spelling, and few have excited so little
interest in proportion to the energy expended. Both these results are
due perhaps to the fact that the subject, from its very nature, does not
admit of being made a burning question. Yet one has to look only a
little way into it to see that important interests--educational,
commercial, and possibly racial--are involved. Thus far the champions
have been chiefly the newspapers for spelling as it is, and scholars and
educators for spelling as it ought to be. But, in spite of the
intelligence of the disputants, the discussion has been singularly
insular and deficient in perspective. It would gain greatly in
conclusiveness if spelling and its modifications were considered broadly
and historically, not as peculiar to English, but as common to all
languages, and involving common problems, which we are not the first to
grapple with, but rather seem destined to be the last to solve.

As is usually the case in controversies, the chief obstacle to agreement
is a lack of what the lawyers call a meeting of minds. The two sides are
not talking about the same thing. The reformer has one idea of what
spelling is; the public has another idea, which is so different that it
robs the reformer's arguments of nearly all their force. The two ideas
for which the same word is used are hardly more alike than mother of
pearl and mother of vinegar. To the philologist spelling is the
application of an alphabet to the words of a language, and an alphabet
is merely a system of visible signs adapted to translate to the eye the
sounds which make up the speech of the people. To the public spelling is
part and parcel of the English language, and to tamper with it is to lay
violent hands on the sacred ark of English literature. To the
philologist an alphabet is not a thing in itself, but only a medium, and
he knows many alphabets of all degrees of excellence. Among the latest
formed is that which we use and call the Roman, but which, though it was
taken from Italy, made its way back after a course of form development
that carried it through Ireland, England, and Germany. This alphabet was
originally designed for writing Latin, and, as English has more sounds
than Latin, some of the symbols when applied to English have to do
multiple duty; though this is the least of the complaints against our
current spelling. In fact any inventive student of phonetics could in
half an hour devise a better alphabet for English, and scores have been
devised. But the Roman has the field, and no one dreams of advocating a
new alphabet for popular use. Meanwhile, though the earliest English may
have been written in Runic, and the Bibles which our Pilgrim fathers
brought over were printed in Black-letter, still to the great
English-reading public the alphabet of current books and papers is the
only alphabet. Even this is a double alphabet, consisting as it does of
capitals and small letters; and we have besides Italic, Black-letter,
and Script, all in common use, all with double forms, and all differing
greatly from one another. At best the Roman alphabet, though beautiful
and practical, is not so beautiful as the Greek nor nearly so efficient
for representing English sounds as the Cherokee syllabary invented by
the half-breed, Sequoyah, is for representing the sounds of his mother
tongue.

Let us now turn from the alphabet, which is the foundation of spelling,
to spelling itself. Given a scientific alphabet, spelling, as a problem,
vanishes; for there is only one possible spelling for any spoken word,
and only one possible pronunciation for any written word. Both are
perfectly easy, for there is no choice, and no one who knows the
alphabet can make a mistake in either. But given a traditional alphabet
encumbered with outgrown or impracticable or blundering associations,
and spelling may become so difficult as to serve for a test or hallmark
of scholarship. In French, for instance, the alphabet has drifted so far
from its moorings that no one on hearing a new word spoken, if it
contains certain sounds, can be sure of its spelling; though every one
on seeing a new word written knows how to pronounce it. But in English
our alphabet has actually parted the cable which held it to speech, and
we know neither how to write a new word when we hear it nor how to
pronounce one when we see it. Strangest of all, we have come, in our
English insularity, to look on this as a matter of course. But Germans
and Spaniards, Italians and Dutchmen, have no such difficulty and never
have to turn to the dictionary to find out how to spell a word that they
hear or how to pronounce a word that they see. For them spelling and
speech are identical; all they have to make sure of is the standard
pronunciation. They have done what we have neglected to do--developed
the alphabet into an accurate phonetic instrument, and our neglect is
costing us, throughout the English-speaking world, merely in dealing
with silent letters, the incredible sum of a hundred million dollars a
year.[5] Our neighbors look after the alphabet and the spelling looks
after itself; if the pronunciation changes, the spelling changes
automatically, and thus keeps itself always up to date.

But this happy result has not been brought about without effort, the
same kind of effort that our reformers are now making for our benefit.
In Swedish books printed only a hundred years ago we find words printed
with the letters _th_ in combination, like the word _them_, which had
the same meaning, and originally the same pronunciation, as the English
word. At that time, however, Swedes had long ceased to be able to
pronounce the _th_, but they kept the letters just as we still keep the
_gh_ in _brought_ and _through_, though for centuries no one who speaks
only standard English has been able to sound this guttural. In the last
century the Swedes reformed their spelling, and they now write the word
as they pronounce it--_dem_. German spelling has passed through several
stages of reform in recent decades and is now almost perfectly phonetic.
Germans now write _Brot_ and no longer _Brod_ or _Brodt_. It must be
frankly confessed that the derivation of some words is not so obvious to
the eye as formerly. The appearance of the Swedish _byrå_ does not at
once suggest the French _bureau_, which it exactly reproduces in sound.
But Europeans think it more practical, if they cannot indicate both
pronunciation and etymology in spelling, to relegate the less important
to the dictionary. Much, to be sure, has been made of the assumed
necessity of preserving the pedigree of our words in their spelling, but
in many cases this is not done now. Who thinks of _alms_ and
_eleemosynary_ as coming from the same Greek word? Scholars say that a
complete phonetic spelling of English would actually restore to the eye
as much etymology as it took away.

But the most deep-seated opposition to changing our current spelling
arises from its association, almost identification, with English
literature. If this objection were valid it would be final, for
literature is the highest use of language, and if reformed spelling
means the loss of our literature we should be foolish to submit to it.
But at what point in the history of English literature would reformed
spelling begin to work harm? Hardly before Shakespeare, for the spelling
of Chaucer belongs to the grammatical stage of the language at which he
wrote, and Spenser's spelling is more or less an imitation of it made
with a literary purpose. Shakespeare and Milton, however, wrote
substantially modern English, and they are therefore at the mercy of the
spelling reformer--as they always have been. The truth is, Shakespeare's
writings have been respelt by every generation that has reprinted them,
and the modern spelling reformer would leave them at least as near to
Shakespeare's spelling as our current spelling is. The poet himself made
fun of his contemporaries who said _det_ instead of _debt_, but what
would he say of us who continue to write the word _debt_, though it has
not been so pronounced for three hundred years? In old editions (and how
fast editions grow old!) antiquated spelling is no objection, it is
rather an attraction; but new, popular editions of the classics will be
issued in contemporary spelling so long as the preservation of metre and
rhyme permit. We still occasionally turn to the first folio of
Shakespeare and to the original editions of Milton's poems to enjoy
their antique flavor, and, in the latter case, to commune not only with
a great poet, but also with a vigorous spelling reformer. Thus, whatever
changes come over our spelling, standard old editions will continue to
be prized and new editions to be in demand. But for the most part,
though we might not readily understand the actual speech of Shakespeare
and Milton, could we hear it, we like to treat them as contemporaries
and read their works in our everyday spelling.

Our libraries, under spelling reform, will become antiquated, but only a
little faster than they are now doing and always have done. Readers who
care for a book over ten years old are few in number and will not mind
antiquated spelling in the future any more than they do now. The
printer, therefore, must not flatter himself with the prospect of a
speedy reprinting of all the English classics in the new spelling.
English is certain to have some day as scientific a spelling as German,
but the change will be spread over decades and will be too gradual to
affect business appreciably. On the other hand, he need not fear any
loss to himself in the public's gain of the annual hundred million
dollar tax which it now pays for the luxury of superfluous letters. Our
printer's bills in the future will be as large as at present, but we
shall get more for our money.

It will indeed be to the English race a strange world in which the
spelling book ends with the alphabet; in which there is no conflict of
standards except as regards pronunciation; in which two years of a
child's school life are rescued from the needless and applied to the
useful; in which the stenographer has to learn not two systems of
spelling, but only two alphabets; in which the simplicity and directness
of the English language, which fit it to become a world language, will
not be defeated by a spelling that equals the difficulty of German
grammar; in which the blundering of Dutch printers, like _school_, false
etymologies, like _rhyme_, and French garnishes, as in _tongue_, no
longer make the judicious grieve; and in which the fatal gift of bad
spelling, which often accompanies genius, will no longer be dependent
upon the printer to hide its orthographic nakedness from a public which,
if it cannot always spell correctly itself, can always be trusted to
detect and ridicule bad spelling. But it is a world which the English
race will some day have, and which we may begin to have here and now if
we will.




THE PERVERSITIES OF TYPE


That searching analyst of the soul, Edgar Allan Poe, found among the
springs of human nature the quality of perverseness, the disposition to
do wrong because it is wrong; in reality, however, Poe's Imp of the
Perverse is active far beyond the boundaries of the human soul; his
disturbances pervade the whole world, and nowhere are they more
noticeable than in the printing office. This is so because elsewhere,
when things fall out contrary to rule, the result may often be neutral
or even advantageous; but in the printing office all deviations, or all
but a minute fraction, are wrong. They are also conspicuous, for, though
the standard is nothing less than perfection, the ordinary human eye is
able to apply the standard. These tricks of the malicious imp are
commonly called "misprints," "printer's errors," "errors of the press,"
or, more impartially, "errata" or "corrigenda." In the first three names
there is a tinge of unfairness, because the printer is by no means
responsible for all the mistakes that appear in type. The author is
usually partly to blame and may be chiefly; yet when he suffers a lapse
of memory or knowledge, he usually passes it off as a "printer's error."
Sometimes the author's handwriting may mislead the printer, but when so
good a biblical scholar as Mr. Gladstone wrote of _Daniel_ in the fiery
furnace, there was no possibility that the single name could have stood
in his manuscript for the names of the three men whose trial is
mentioned in the _book_ of Daniel. Even here the submission of proof
fixes the final responsibility on the author. But, quite apart from the
responsibility for them, the mistakes embalmed in type are among the
most interesting of all literary curiosities.

Misprints--to use the handiest term--range in importance from the
innocent and obvious, like a turned _a_, and the innocent and obvious
only to the expert, like a turned _s_, to a turned _n_, which may be
mistaken for a _u_, or the change or omission of a punctuation mark,
which may involve claims to thousands of dollars. Even the separation of
one word into two may reverse the meaning of the sentence, yet not
betray itself by any oddity of phrase, as when the atheist who had
asserted that "God is nowhere" found himself in print standing sponsor
for the statement that "God is now here." The same trick of the types
was played on an American political writer in his own paper regarding
his pet reform, which he meant to assert was "nowhere in existence." The
earliest printed books were intended to be undistinguishable from
manuscripts, but occasionally a turned letter betrayed them absolutely.
In the same way the modern newspaper now and then introduces an
unintentional advertisement of the linotype by presenting to its readers
a line upside down. Another trick is the mixing of two paragraphs, which
sometimes occurs even in books. The most famous instance of this blunder
is probably that which happened in the English "Men of the Time" for
1856, and which led to a serious lawsuit against the publishers. The
printer had mixed the biographies of the Bishop of Oxford and Robert
Owen the Socialist in such a way that Bishop Wilberforce was called "a
sceptic as it regards religious revelation." The mistake occurred in
locking up the forms. Doubtless both biographies had been approved by
their subjects, but apparently no proof was read after the fatal
telescoping of the two articles.

The last instance is an example of the patient waiting as much as the
ingenuity of the Imp of the Perverse, but in pure ingenuity he is
without a rival in mere human inventiveness. It certainly was a
resourceful Frenchman who translated "hit or miss" as "frappé ou
mademoiselle," and it was inspired ignorance on the part of a student
assistant in a college library who listed "Sur l'Administration de M.
Necker, par Lui Même" under "Même, Lui," as if it were the name of the
author of the book instead of being the French for "himself." But the
Imp of the Perverse aims higher than this. He did not hesitate in an
edition of the Bible published in London in 1631 to leave the _not_ out
of the one commandment from which its absence would be the most
noticeable. This was much worse than leaving out the whole commandment,
for it transformed a moral prohibition into an immoral command. The
printer in this case was fined three hundred pounds, or five hundred
dollars for each letter omitted. It is curious that the _same_ omission
was made in an edition of the Bible printed at Halle. A Vermont paper,
in an obituary notice of a man who had originally come from Hull, Mass.,
was made by the types to state that "the body was taken to Hell, where
the rest of the family are buried." In the first English Bible printed
in Ireland, "Sin no more" appears as "Sin on more." It was, however, a
deliberate joke of some Oxford students which changed the wording in the
marriage service from "live" to "like," so that a couple married out of
this book are required to live together only so long as they "both shall
like." An orator who spoke of "our grand mother church" was made to say
"our grandmother church." The public of Brown University was recently
greatly amused by a local misprint. The president of the university is
required by its ancient charter to be an "antipaedobaptist"; the types
reproduced the word as "antipseudobaptist," a word which would be a very
good Greek rendering of "hardshell." An express train at full speed
having struck a cow, the report was made to say that it "cut her into
calves." Sixty years ago the "London Globe" made the Registrar General
say that the city was suffering from a high rate of _morality_. The
ingenuity of our readers will supply the missing letter, as it also will
the the true reading of the following passage which appeared in an
English newspaper: "Sir Robert Peel has been out with a party of fiends
shooting peasants." It was an easy but astonishing blunder made in
German, in the substitution of "Mädchen" (girls) for "Mächten" (powers),
according to which Bismarck was asserted to be "trying to keep up honest
and straightforward relations with all the girls."

The Imp of the Perverse, when he descends upon the printing office,
sometimes becomes the Imp of the Perverted. Here his achievements will
not bear reproducing. Suffice it to say that in point of indecency he
displays the same superhuman ingenuity as in his more innocent pranks.
His indecencies are all, indeed, in print, but fortunately scattered,
and it would be a groveling nature that should seek to collect them; yet
the absence of this chapter from the world's book of humor means the
omission of a comic strain that neither Aristophanes nor Rabelais has
surpassed. Even as I write, a newspaper misprint assures me that
typesetting machines are no protection against the Imp of the Perverted.
Perhaps we may be pardoned the reproduction of one of the mildest of
these naughtinesses. A French woman novelist had written: "To know truly
what love is, we must go out of ourselves" (sortir de soi). The
addition of a single letter transformed this eminently respectable
sentiment into the feline confession: "To know truly what love is, we
must go out nights" (sortir de soir).

Sometimes the Blunder Sprite deliberately pits himself against author,
proof reader, and all their allies. The books printed by Aldus are
famous for their correctness, yet a few errors crept into them, so much
to the disgust of the great printer that he said he would gladly have
given a gold crown for each one to be rid of them. The famous Oxford
University Press is said to have posted up the first sheet of one of its
Bibles, with the offer of a guinea for every misprint that could be
found in it. None was found--until the book was printed. James Lenox,
the American collector, prided himself on the correctness of his reprint
of the autograph manuscript of "Washington's Farewell Address," which he
had acquired. On showing the book to Henry Stevens, the bookseller, the
latter, glancing at a page, inquired, "Why pap_a_r instead of pap_e_r?"
Mr. Lenox was overwhelmed with mortification; but Stevens sent for a
skillful bookbinder, who removed the objectionable _a_ and with a
camel's hair pencil substituted an _e_ for it, so that the demon was
conquered after all, but only through great trouble. How would it seem
possible to reissue a printed book, copy it exactly, and yet make an
atrocious blunder? The Type Spirit is equal to even this feat. The book
was a mathematical one, full of formulae. It was not reproduced page for
page, so it was perfectly easy for a signature mark to get printed and
appear in the middle of a page mixed up with an equation, to the
confusion of American mathematical scholarship. More tragic were the
misprints in a work by the Italian poet, Guidi, which are said to have
hastened his death. In an interesting volume by Henry B. Wheatley on
"Literary Blunders," the Tricksy Puck of the Press has revenged himself
on the author for his attacks by smuggling in a number of misprints,
among them one that he must have inspired in the mind of the author, the
spelling "Bride of Lammermuir," which has no warrant in Scott's novel
itself. In the same book is a reference to Shakespeare that diligent
search fails to verify. Thus no knowledge or skill avails against the
Kobold of the Case. The most baffling device of the imp is to cause a
new error in the process of correcting an old one. This residuary
misprint is one against which there is no complete protection. When
General Pillow returned from Mexico he was hailed by a Southern editor
as a "battle-scarred veteran." The next day the veteran called upon him
to demand an apology for the epithet actually printed, "battle-scared."
What was the horror of the editor, on the following day, to see the
expression reappear in his apology as "bottle-scarred"!

Occasionally, however, the mischief maker takes a notion to improve the
copy set before him. The world will never know how often this has
happened, for authors are just as willing to take credit for
excellencies not their own as to lay on the printer the blame for their
own oversights. In one of Artemus Ward's articles he had spoken of a
starving prisoner as appealing for something to eat. The proof rendered
it something to _read_. The humorist accepted the substitution as an
additional absurdity. The French poet, Malherbe, once welcomed a
misprint as an improvement on what he had written. There can be no doubt
that, had there been no misprints in Shakespeare's quartos and folios,
half the occupation of Shakespeare scholarship would have been lacking.
Sometimes the original manuscript turns up--unfortunately not in
Shakespeare's case--to confute some or all of the ingenious editors. A
learned professor changed the word "unbodied" in Shelley's "Skylark" to
"embodied," and some critics approved the change; but the poet's
manuscript in the Harvard University Library makes the former reading
clear beyond question. One might say that in these cases the Imp of the
Perverse plants himself like a fatal microbe in the brain of the
unfortunate editor. When that brilliant work, "The Principles of Success
in Literature," by George Henry Lewes, appeared in the "Fortnightly
Review," the expression "tilt stones from a cart" (used to describe
careless writing) was printed with _l_ as the first letter. When the
chapters were reissued in America, the proofreader, warned by the
presence of numerous other gross misprints, naturally corrected the
meaningless "lilt" to the obvious and natural "tilt." This change at
first escaped the attention of the American editor, who in the second
edition insisted on restoring the original misprint and even defended
his misjudgment in a note. It is worth adding that the Oxford English
Dictionary takes the misprint as too obvious for comment and quotes the
passage under "tilt."

The most daring feat of the typographic Angel of the Odd--to adopt
another of Poe's expressions--is the creation of what Professor Skeat
called "ghost words," that is, words that seem to exist but do not. A
misprint in Scott's "Monastery" of "morse" for "nurse" was accepted
without question by readers and gravely explained by scholars. Some of
these words, of which there are scores, are due to the misreading of
crabbed manuscripts, but not a few have originated in the printing
office. It must be remembered that they make their way into the
dictionaries. For another instance let the reader open Worcester's
Dictionary to the word _phantomnation_. He will see it defined as
"illusion" and referred to Pope. In Webster's Dictionary, however, he
will learn its true character, as a ghost word formed by running
together the two words _phantom nation_.

The printing of poetry involves all the possible mistakes liable to
prose and, owing to the form of poetry, some new ones. Thus in
Pickering's Aldine edition of Milton, two words of one line in "Samson
Agonistes" are dropped down into the next, making the two lines of
uneven length and very much hurting the emphasis. The three-volume
reprint of this edition dutifully copies the misprint. In the Standard
edition of Dr. Holmes's "Works" printed at the Riverside Press, in the
unusual case of a poem in stanzas being broken up into a dialogue, the
end of one speech, carried over to the following page, has been assigned
to the next speaker, thus spoiling both the sense and the metre. The
most extraordinary instance that has ever come under my eye occurs in a
special edition of John Hay's "Poems," issued as a college prize volume
and very elegantly printed at a well-known press. One poem has
disappeared entirely except a single stanza, which has been attached to
another poem with which it has no connection, not even agreeing with it
in metre.

The list of errata, the printer's public confession of fault, is rather
rare in modern books, but this is due as much to the indifference of the
public as to better proofreading. When Edwin Arnold's "Light of Asia"
took the reading world by storm, a New York reprint was issued, which we
commend to anyone looking for classical examples of misprinted books. It
averages perhaps a gross misprint to every page. Possibly extreme haste
to beat the Boston edition in the market may have suggested dispensing
with the proof reader. Of course a publisher who could so betray his
customers would never offer them even the partial amends of a list of
errata. Sometimes the errors are picked up while the book is still in
press, and in that case the list of errata can be printed as an
extension of the text; sometimes the best that can be done is to print
it on a separate slip or sheet and either insert it in the book or
supply it to purchasers. Both these things happened in the case of that
early American book, Mather's "Magnalia." The loose list of errata was
printed on the two inner pages of one fold the size of the book. In the
two hundred years that have elapsed, most of these folded sheets have
been lost, with the financial result that a copy of the book with them
will bring twice as much as one without them, these two leaves weighing
as much in the scales of commerce as the other four hundred. Sometimes a
misprint establishes the priority of a copy, the error having been
silently corrected while the sheets were going through the press, and
thus adds to its value in the eyes of the collector. The extent of these
ancient lists of errata staggers belief. Cardinal Bellarmin was obliged
to issue an octavo volume of eighty-eight pages to correct the misprints
in his published works, and there is on record a still huger list of
errata, extending to one hundred and eleven quarto pages.

But we must not suppose that misprints began with the invention of
printing. The name did, but not the thing named. In earlier times it was
the copyist who made the mistakes and bore the blame. It is easy to see
how in Greece and Rome, when one reader read aloud a book which perhaps
a hundred copyists reproduced, a great number of errors might creep into
the copies, and how many of these would result from confusion in
hearing. Every copy was then an edition by itself and a possible source
of error, calling therefore for its own proofreading. It is accordingly
no wonder that the straightening out of classic texts is still going on.
Had Chaucer, who wrote over a hundred years before printing was
introduced into England, been able to read once for all the proof of his
poems, he would not have had to write that feeling address to his
copyist, or scrivener, with which we may fitly take leave of our
subject.

    Adam scryveyne, if ever it thee byfalle,
    Boece or Troylus for to wryten nuwe,
    Under thy long lokkes thowe most have the scalle,
    But affter my makyng thowe wryte more truwe;
    So offt a daye I mot thy werk renuwe,
    It to corect, and eke to rubbe and scrape,
    And al is thorugh thy necglygence and rape.




A SECRET OF PERSONAL POWER


Greater efficiency is the watchword of the hour. The pages of every
technical and even educational magazine bristle with it. One is driven
to wonder whether the principle does not require that in every printing
office the word "efficiency" be stereotyped to save the cost of setting.
We are told how one manager of a creamery saved annually the amount of
his own salary to the company by having the dents in the supply cans
pounded out and so getting more milk from the farmers. But though the
lengths to which the insistence on efficiency is carried may sometimes
provoke a smile, we have no inclination to disparage it; we realize that
efficiency has far more than a mere money value to society; it is rather
our purpose in the present paper to ask whether the efficiency man has
ever thought to turn his searchlight in upon himself and discover
whether he has not latent and unexpected powers that may be evoked to
the great increase of his own efficiency.

We have nothing historically new to offer, though the principle we are
to mention is practically unknown or at least unutilized. It is the
great, controlling principle of Forethought, the application of which is
far wider than thought itself, extending to all the functions of the
soul and even affecting bodily energy and health. The action of
Forethought is based on the fact that there is more to ourselves than we
are aware of. We are not ordinarily conscious of our past lives, for
instance, yet a supreme crisis, such as falling from a height, may make
a man's whole past in an instant flash before him in review. Under
sudden stress a man may develop powers of leadership or resolution that
nobody could have foreseen and that he himself cannot account for. Our
selves as we know them are, so to speak, only the top soil of our entire
natures. Every conscious personality is like a farm in an oil district.
It is underlain by an unrealized wealth that may never be brought to
light. Some accident may reveal the treasure, but if the owner suspects
its existence he may bore for it. To show how this boring may be done is
one of the purposes of the present paper. But let us first assure
ourselves further of the existence of this hidden fund of energy.

If in the early fifties of the last century a vote had been taken on the
two men in America who ten years later would stand head and shoulders
above their countrymen in position and recognized ability, it is
probable that not one single vote would have been cast for a slouchy
Missouri farmer or a shabby Illinois lawyer, certainly not for the
former. Grant and Lincoln themselves would not have expected a vote. Yet
their powers existed then, unrealized by their owners, and only needing
the proper stimulus to bring them out. That stimulus was responsibility;
and, great as their achievements were under this stimulus, neither man
appears to have reached his limit; each apparently had still a fund of
reserve power to be expended on yet greater occasions had they arisen.
This is not to say that all men have an equal fund of unrecognized
ability. The experiences of the great struggle out of which Lincoln and
Grant came supreme are alone sufficient to show how unequal are men's
endowments. A McClellan proves himself an unsurpassed organizer, but no
fighter; a Burnside displays marked ability in leading fifteen or
twenty thousand men, but beyond this number he fails disastrously.
Neither Foresight nor any other device can _create_ ability. A gallon
can will hold only a gallon, no matter how carefully its sides are
rounded. But in the case of any given man no one knows his capacity
until he has had a chance to show it. His nature may hold only a pint,
or, as with the men who have mastered great occasions with still
unexhausted powers, it may seem like the horn which the god Thor tried
to drain but could not, for its base was connected with the ocean
itself. Not every man can hope to be called to a responsibility that
shall bring out his latent powers; most of us, if we are ever to get the
call, will first have to show the ability.

How can a man tap the unknown resources, be they great or small, of his
unconscious self? The method here to be suggested has at least the merit
of great simplicity. I have called it Forethought; it might perhaps as
exactly be called Forewilling. The point is that this unconscious part
of a man's nature is not out of his control; he can send word to it and
direct it, even if he has to do so by a kind of wireless telegraphy.
However mysterious this may sound, there is nothing mystical about it,
neither is it something vague and indefinite, but a practice to be
applied to actual cases in hand. Suppose a business man is trying to get
an important contract, and is to have an interview on the morrow that
will decide the question. Let him, before he falls asleep at night, go
over the whole ground in his mind, set before himself clearly the thing
to be done with the particular difficulties to be met, and let him
_will_ himself to meet those difficulties, to carry his case. Let him
will that at that time he shall be cheerful and vigorous; and, having
given these instructions to his unconscious self--which has perhaps
been waiting years for just this chance to do its part in the common
endeavor--let him dismiss the whole matter from his conscious thought
and go to sleep. On awaking in the morning let him review the matter and
again dismiss it from his mind until the occasion arrives. If he will do
this faithfully, he may not succeed the first time in carrying his
point, but he will certainly feel a great increase of power, and
ultimately, if he persists in making his unconscious self an active
partner in his life, he will find himself far more successful than he
could have been while depending on a single side of his nature. The same
principle will hold, of course, in a myriad cases; if we have to-morrow,
or even at a later date, to plead a cause, to make an after-dinner
speech, to write a report or an article, to learn a lesson, to entertain
guests, to handle a difficult case of discipline, we have only to take
this counsel of our pillow, to reënforce it with our first morning
thought, and we shall find ourselves making a new record of success.

It is obvious that a principle so effective cannot be limited to the
active or the intellectual life. If a man has a fault or a besetting
weakness or sin, here is a way out of it. How long will a bad habit
stand such an assault upon itself as the evening and morning practice of
Forethought? One will actually feel the new force within him, like a
gyroscopic stabilizer, holding him to his predetermined course. There is
literally a world of hope for mankind in the application of this
principle on its moral side. But the business of our article is with
other applications and we must dismiss this, the greatest of all, with a
mere mention.

If anyone questions whether this principle is true or not, the best
answer will be to bid him test it. Though it be true universally, some
people may not easily apply it, and some may not have the patience to
subject themselves to such a discipline. But most will have no
difficulty, and many will succeed well enough to inspire themselves to
continue. Some, indeed, will say, and with perfect truth, that there is
nothing new in this doctrine, that they have long known and applied it.
The principle has doubtless been known for thousands of years, but it
has certainly not been widely taken up by our race, which is curiously
external in its notions of self-education and self-control. One American
writer, the late Charles Godfrey Leland, a man of the most varied powers
and accomplishments, has written in advocacy of it and gives us as his
own experience that after the age of seventy he was able to do a greater
amount of literary work, and with less fatigue, than ever before simply
by calling in the aid of his unconscious self. If one were to read the
lives and writings of eminent men with this principle of Forethought in
mind, one would find numberless instances of its more or less
unconscious practice. The best scholar in my own class, for instance,
applied it to his studies. Does anyone suppose that the old Puritan's
sweetening of his mind with a little Calvin before he went to bed was
without its effect on his devotion to Calvinism? Erasmus, the wittiest
of scholars, writing nearly four hundred years ago to his special
friend, Christian of Lubeck, recommends the practice both of the evening
instruction and the morning review as something that he himself has
followed from his childhood; and we cannot doubt that in it he reveals
one of the secrets of his world-wide influence. He says to his youthful
friend: "A little before you go to sleep read something choice and worth
remembering, and think it over until you fall asleep. When you awake in
the morning make yourself give an account of it." Though this is clearly
an application of the principle to study and the strengthening of the
memory, experiment will show that the potency of Forethought is not
limited to the memory or the intellect in general, but applies to man's
entire nature and equally to the least and the greatest of its
concerns.




FOOTNOTES:


[1] The substance of an address delivered Nov. 18, 1909, in the Boston
Public Library, under the auspices of the Society of Printers.

[2] The address here summarized was printed at the Chiswick Press and
published at Christmas, 1884. Mr. Stevens died early in 1886, leaving a
posthumous book entitled "Recollections of Mr. James Lenox," which was
printed in the same year at the Chiswick Press, and which is of great
interest to booklovers, especially Americans.

[3] Mr. Edison's projected substitute for paper, sheets of nickel,
20,000 to the inch, may indicate the book material of the future, but at
present it is only a startling possibility.

[4] The type in which this book is printed is a modern Bodoni, cut in
Italy, and was chosen for its elegance rather than to illustrate the
latest results in legibility of type design.

[5] See "Simplified Spelling in Writing and Printing; a Publisher's
Point of View," by Henry Holt, LL.D., New York, 1906. About one half the
expense falls within the domain of printing.




INDEX




INDEX


ABILITY, cannot be created, 164.

Accents, their help in reading poetry, 17, 18.

Æschylus, as characterized by Mrs. Browning, 67.

Aldine edition of the British Poets, by Pickering, 23, 24.

Aldrich, Thomas Bailey, his "Friar Jerome's Beautiful Book," 87, 88.

Aldus, Alduses and Elzevirs contrasted, 23;
  beauty in his work, 4;
  bindings of, 100;
  his characteristic book, 21;
  his example followed by the Elzevirs, 22;
  his italic type and its effect on the size and price of books, 20, 21;
  Pickering and other followers of, 23, 24;
  vexed by misprints, 156.

Alphabet, Chinese, picture writing, 80, 81;
  derivation from picture writing, 81;
  scientific and actual, 147;
  varieties in use, 146.
  _See also_ Type.

American Journal of Psychology, contains Sanford's study on "The
    relative legibility of the small letters," 122.

Arnold, Edwin, misprints in his "Light of Asia," 159.

Art, art aspect of the book, 3, 49, 115;
  shares the prehistoric background of the book, 79, 80.

Artists not opposed to criticism, 62.

Assyrian clay tablet, 4.

Astor Library, size in 1875, 104.

Audubon, John James, his elephant-folio "Birds of America," 55.

Authors, reading by single authors and groups, 74-76;
  spoilers of books, 40.

Authorship, rules of, 44.


BABYLONIAN book, 82.

Back numbers, unimportant contemporary works become, 77.

"Background of the book," 79-86.

Bacon, Francis, Lord, quoted, 106, 112.

Baird, John Wallace, directs Clark University studies on legibility, 124.

Ballads, Old English, Hazlitt on, 142.

Balzac, Honoré de, expanded his novels in proof, 15.

Balzac, Jean Louis Guez de, acknowledged his indebtedness to the
    Elzevirs, 22.

Bamboo, source of Chinese paper, 85.

Barlow, Joel, place of his "Columbiad" in modern printing, 10.

Bartlett, John, quoted, 128.

Baskerville, John, his smooth paper, 5.

Beauty, _see_ Esthetics.

Beecher, Henry Ward, his "Norwood" in three volumes, 12;
  John Beattie Crozier on his sermons, 111.

Beethoven, his Ninth Symphony as a product of genius, 65.

Bellarmin, Cardinal, list of errata in his works, 160.

Best books, need of provision for daily reading, 107.
  _See also_ Books.

Bible, Hazlitt on its poetry, 141;
  influence on Bunyan, on Calhoun, 110;
  misprints in, 154, 156;
  various folio editions, 19.

Bible of humanity, Socrates in, 68.

Bigness, in books, 35, 36, 45, 47.

Binder, a spoiler of books, 40, 42;
  what the librarian asks of him, 48.

Binding, as an element of the book, 6;
  "The clothing of a book," 97-101;
  of the book beautiful, 52-55;
  of the Chinese book, 88, 89;
  of the well-made book, 52;
  "Parchment bindings," 102, 103;
  unnecessary rebindings, 46.

Bion, as characterized by Mrs. Browning, 68.

Birch bark, used for book of India, 85.

Bismarck, misprint concerning, 155.

Blackmore, Richard Doddridge, tribute to Shakespeare, 110.

Blue and Gold editions, a favorite book size, 24-26.

Bodoni, Giambattista, his type commended, 58, 129, 130.

Book, "The background of the book," 79-86;
  "blown" books, 35;
  "The book beautiful," 49-62;
  "The book of to-day and the book of to-morrow," 33-37;
  Chinese, 84, 85, 87-91;
  "The clothing of a book," 97-101;
  a constructive critic of the, 38-43;
  elements of, 4-6;
  "Fitness in book design," 9-13;
  its structural contradiction, 52;
  materials, 92;
  of the future, 95, 96;
  on its physical side an art object, 3;
  pre-Columbian Mexican, 6;
  printed, a "substitute" for manuscript, 4;
  subject to laws of esthetics and economics, 115;
  tests of its utility, 115;
  well-made, not extremely costly, 7,
    not identical with beautiful, 52;
  worth writing three times, 44.
  _See also_ Design; Size.

Book buyers, how to educate, 37;
  spoilers of books, 40, 42.

Booklovers, "Books and booklovers," 3-8;
  must first know books, 7;
  service in improvement of books, 48, 61, 62.

Book production, 105;
  elements added by printing, 14.

Books, as a librarian would like them, 44-48;
  "Books and booklovers," 3-8;
  the greatest, few, 66;
  intellectual riffraff, 9;
  learning to love, 7;
  "Lest we forget the few great books," 104-114;
  perishable, 34, 45, 46;
  progress in legibility of, 132, 133;
  small, commended by Dr. Johnson, 20;
  "The student and the library," 139-144;
  that are not books, 105, 106;
  world's annual publication of, 105.

Books of Hours, dainty volumes, 20.

Boston Athenaeum Library, size in 1875, 104.

Boston Public Library, Address in, 3, _footnote_;
  size in 1875, 104.

Brandes, Georg, his "Shakespeare: a critical study," 72.

Brass, used for book of India, 85.

British Poets, rival editions of, by Pickering and by Little and Brown,
    23, 24.

Brown, Horatio Robert Forbes, on Aldus and his italic type, 20.

Brown, John Carter, patron of Henry Stevens, 38.

Brown University, misprint in quoting its charter, 154, 155.

Browne, Charles Farrar, adopts a misprint, 157.

Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, her "Wine of Cyprus" quoted, 67, 68.

Buchanan, George, his Latin poems, commended by Dr. Johnson, 23;
  published by the Elzevirs, 23.

Bulk, in books, 92-96.

Bunyan, John, debt to the Bible, 110.

Burma, book of, _see_ India.

Burns, Robert, Hazlitt on, 142.

Burnside, General Ambrose Everett, his limitations, 163, 164.

Burton, Sir Richard, his "Kasîdah" in Mosher's tribute typography, 137.

Bury, Richard de, author of the "Philobiblon," 8.

Byron, Lord, hated Horace, 68.


CAESURA, indication of, in print, 18.

Calhoun, John Caldwell, reader of the Bible, 110.

Calligraphy, _see_ Manuscript.

Calvin, John, as a Puritan's spiritual nightcap, 166.

Cambridge University, student groups in, 139.

Capital letters, legibility, 121, 122, 126;
  Roman in origin, 118;
  Roman, superior to black-letter in combination, 57;
  undersized, used by Aldus, 21.

Carlyle, Thomas, on Goethe, 110;
  rewrote his books in proof, 15.

Caslon type, commended, 58, 117.

Catchwords, usage of Aldus, 21.

Cattell, James McKeen, his investigations of legibility, 121, 122.

Cave men, pictures made by them, 79, 80.

Centaur type, commended, 132.

Century Dictionary, illustration of cerastes, 81;
  a triumph of typography, 16, 135.

Century types, commended, 127, 132.

Cervantes, "Don Quixote," character and meaning of, 70, 71,
    no final edition of, 11,
    on reading, 143, 144,
    translations of, 143, 144;
  his character, 70;
  later novelists indebted to, 143.

Chaucer, Geoffrey, complaint of his scribe's errors, 160, 161;
  Hazlitt on, 142;
  his spelling, 149.

Cheapness, _see_ Cost.

Cheltenham type, commended, 132.

Cherokee syllabary, 146.

Children, increase of near sight among, 120;
  legibility of books for, 5, 117.

Chinese, alphabet, conventionalized picture writing, 80, 81;
  book, 84, 85, 87-91.

Chiswick Press, 38, _footnote_;
  Pickering's books printed at, 41.

Christian of Lubeck, letter of Erasmus to, quoted, 166.

Cicero, did not write for children, 68.

Clark University, studies on legibility, 124-127, 132.

Classroom, not equal to a good book, 140.

Clay tablet, and booklovers, 4;
  described, 82.

Clodd, Edward, on discovery of British prehistoric antiquities, 79.

Cloister Oldstyle type, commended, 132;
  a safe norm for poetry, 58.

Cloth, used in binding, 53.

"Clothing of a book," 97-101.

Codex, Roman, form adopted for parchment books, 84;
  original of modern book form, 19, 52, 90.

Collins, Wilkie, tribute to "Robinson Crusoe," 110.

Color, use of, 60.

Columbian type, first used in Barlow's "Columbiad," 10.

Columns, in wide pages, 47.

Community, value of reading to the, 28, 29.

Compactness and legibility, 117, 130, 131, 134, 135.

Compositor, a spoiler of books, 40, 41.

"Constructive critic of the book," 38-43.

Consumers, _see_ Book buyers.

Contemporary writers, on reading their works, 76, 77.

Contrast of type, 16, 17.

Copperplate printing, in connection with typography, 60.

Cornell University Library, proof-sheets of the "Waverley Novels" in, 15.

Corrigenda, 152-161;
  lists of, 159, 160.

Cost, the book of to-morrow will be cheaper, 36;
  cheapened books, 45;
  of beautiful books little more than of unsightly, 39;
  relatively small, of well-made books, 7.

Cowper, William, Hazlitt on, 142.

Crabbe, George, a favorite edition of, 24.

Criticism, "A constructive critic of the book," 38-43;
  not opposed by artists, 62.

Crozier, John Beattie, on reading, 111, 112.

Culture cannot be vicarious, 140.


DANA, JOHN COTTON, his analysis of the elements of the book, 4.

Dante, his "Divine Comedy," character of, 69, 70, 144;
  "fly's-eye" edition of, 55;
  Hazlitt on, 141;
  privilege of reading, 64;
  Professor Torrey on reading, 109.

Decoration, in bindings, 6, 99-101;
  use of color in, 60.

Defoe, Daniel, tribute of Wilkie Collins to "Robinson Crusoe," 110.

Democratization of learning, by the cheap books of Aldus, 21.

De Morgan, William, quoted, 63, 72;
  value of his novels, 77.

De Quincey, Thomas, on possible amount of reading in a lifetime, 105.

Design, "Fitness in book design," 9-13;
  of type, 5, 117, 118.

Diagonal of page, 57.

Dickens, Charles, his works in illegible print, 130,
    on Oxford India paper, 94,
    on thick paper, 95;
  on reading him, 143.

Dickinson, Emily, quoted, 30, 31.

Didot, Ambrose Firmin, his "microscopic" type, 131.

Discovery of a great book, 108, 109.

Distinctions, to the eye, in manuscript and print, 16-18.

Don Quixote, _see_ Cervantes.

Dordogne, France, its prehistoric pictures, 79, 80.

Dowden, Edward, his "Shakspere: his mind and art," 72.

Dryden, John, Hazlitt on, 142.


ECONOMICS, the book within the domain of, 115, 116.

Edges, treatment of, 61.

Edison, Thomas Alva, would substitute nickel for paper, 92, _footnote_.

Editions de luxe, disapproved by Henry Stevens, 39.

Education, in appreciation of beautiful books, 50;
  of book buyers, 37.

Efficiency, in modern life, 162;
  of the book, 115.

Egyptian, book, see Papyrus;
  hieroglyphics, picture writing, 81.

Elements of the book, 4-6.

Elimination, test of, applied to reading, 63, 64.

Eliot, Charles William, his Latin signature, 102, 103.

Elzevirs, compared with Aldines, 23,
    with Blue and Gold editions, 25;
  described, 21-23.

Emerson, Ralph Waldo, his life and works, 75, 76;
  importance of his works, 112;
  John Beattie Crozier on, 112;
  quoted, 144.

Encyclopædia Britannica, in its two sizes of type, 135.

English, alphabets, 117, 118;
  book publication in 1913, 105;
  books, criticised, 38-43;
  literature as affected by reformed spelling, 149;
  poets, Hazlitt's Lectures on, 141, 142;
  romancers, of the 18th century, 143;
  spelling, 145-151.

Engravings, _see_ Illustrations.

Erasmus, Desiderius, letter to Christian of Lubeck, quoted, 166.

Errata, 152-161;
  lists of, 159, 160.

Errors of the press, 152-161.

Essays, in a favorite book size, 24.

Esthetics, beauty in typography, 136-138;
  "The book beautiful," 49-62;
  the book subject to the laws of, 115;
  harmony between beauty and use in type design, 132;
  in choice of type, 127, 131;
  involves sacrifice of utility, 116;
  its demands must be met in a favorite book, 24,
    met by the Little Classic editions, 26;
  of the book, 3, 9;
  printer's duty, to, 18;
  relation of thickness and thinness to, 23, 24;
  sacrificed to legibility, 117.

Etymology in spelling, 148.

Eumenes II, originates parchment, 83, 84.

Euripides, as characterized by Mrs. Browning, 68.

Everyman's Library, in a favorite book size, 24.

Eves, binders, their work, 100.

"Exceptions to the rule of legibility," 134-138, 130, 131.

Expression in typography, 9-13, 137, 138.

Eyes, _see_ Sight.


F, the letter, origin and derivatives, 81.

Fairy Queen, _see_ Spenser, Edmund.

"Favorite book sizes," 19-27.

Favorite literature, in appropriate typography, 137.

Fielding, Henry, a favorite edition of, 24;
  on reading him, 143;
  an unattractive edition of, 12.

Fields, Annie Adams, her "Beacon Biography" of Hawthorne, 75.

Finishing, _see_ Binding.

Fitness, between illustrations and type, 6;
  in book design, 9-13;
  in typography, 137, 138.

Fitzgerald, Edward, at Cambridge University, 139.

Forethought, "A secret of personal power," 162-167.

Forewilling, "A secret of personal power," 162-167.

Format, _see_ Size.

Forwarding, _see_ Binding.

Franklin, Benjamin, quoted, 35, 123.

French, alphabet, 147;
  book publication in 1913, 105;
  type, faults of, 117, 120, 128.

Frowde, Henry, publishes "The Periodical" in form of a Chinese book, 88,
    90.


GALILEO, acknowledged his indebtedness to the Elzevirs, 22.

Garfield, James Abram, recommends reading of fiction, 107.

Gems, in bindings, 6.

Genius, its bad spelling, 150, 151;
  its monuments in the various arts, 65.

German, book publication in 1913, 105;
  spelling reform, 147, 148, 150;
  tribute typography, 137;
  type, faults of, 117, 122, 128.

Ghost words, 158, 159.

Gilding, _see_ Binding; Edges.

Gladstone, William Ewart, a literary blunder of, 152, 153.

Goethe, Carlyle on, 110;
  his greatness, 73;
  John Beattie Crozier on, 112;
  on Sir Walter Scott, 110.

Goffered edges, 61.

Goudy, Frederic W., his Kennerley type commended, 132.

Grace before reading, 77.

Grammar of book manufacture, 40, 42.

Grant, Ulysses Simpson, his coat of arms, 30;
  his greatness brought out by responsibility, 163.

Gray, Thomas, small bulk of his work, 69.

"Great books, Lest we forget the few," 104-114.

Greek literature, masterpieces of, 66-68.

Greeks, surpassed by moderns in knowledge, 30.

Green, John Richard, quoted, 50.

Grolier, Jean, bindings made for, 100.

Groups, reading authors by, 74, 75.

Guide, in reading, 140-142;
  none to love of books, 7.

Guidi, Carlo Alessandro, killed by misprints, 156.


HABIT, and forethought, 165.

Haggard, Rider, his "Mr. Meeson's Will," 86.

Hallam, Arthur Henry, at Cambridge University, 139.

Handwriting, _see_ Manuscript.

Harte, Francis Bret, on reading his works, 143.

Harvard University, course in printing, 43;
  Library possesses manuscript of Shelley's "Skylark," 158;
  size of Library in 1875, 104.

Hawthorne, Nathaniel, on reading him, 74, 75.

Hay, John, his reading in college, 139;
  a remarkable misprint in his "Poems," 159.

Hazlitt, William, as a guide in reading, 141, 142;
  Lamb and Stevenson on, 141.

Headlines, Henry D. Lloyd on, 132.

"Hibbert Journal," bulkiness of, 95.

Hieroglyphics, _see_ Picture writing.

Higginson, Thomas Wentworth, his life of Longfellow, 75.

Holmes, Oliver Wendell, the Blue and Gold edition of his "Poems," 24, 25;
  his life of Emerson, 75;
  member of New England group of authors, 75;
  a misprint in his "Works," 159;
  quoted, 24, 80, 102, 106.

Holt, Henry, on simplified spelling, 147, _footnote_.

Homer, did not write for children, 68;
  Hazlitt on, 141;
  his works, 64, 66, 67;
  Keats's sonnet on, 108, 109;
  not out of date, 77;
  why his works are divided into books, 83.

Horace, hated by Byron, 68;
  his works, 69;
  in Bodoni's 1791 edition, 129, 130;
  more modern than the Puritans, 69,
    than Dante, 70.

Houghton, Mifflin and Company, publish books resembling Chinese, 87, 88.

Hours, books of, dainty volumes, 20.

House of Representatives Library, size in 1875, 104.

Hudson, Henry Norman, his edition of Shakespeare, 71, 72.

Huey, Edmund Burke, his "Psychology and pedagogy of reading," commended,
    124.

Hull, Mass., as misprinted, 154.

Humanistic type, _see_ New Humanistic.

Hunt, Leigh, his characterization of the "Divine Comedy," 70.


I, the letter, discussions regarding its dot, 61.

"Idler," a favorite edition of, 24.

Illumination, 51;
  indication of initials for, 21.

Illustration, as a feature of the book, 6;
  of the book beautiful, 60.

"Imitatio Christi," in Updike's specimen pages, 136.

Incunabula, relatively cheap, 49.

Indecency in misprints, 155, 156.

Indenting, as affecting the book beautiful, 59.

"Independent," compactly printed, 95.

India, book of, 85, 86.

Individual, value of reading to, 29-32.

Initials, colored, 60;
  spacing and mitering of, 59.

Ink, best for the eye, 116, 120;
  blue, for legibility, 5;
  an element of the book, 5;
  maker, a spoiler of books, 40, 42.

Interpretative typography, 9-13, 137, 138.

"Interpreter of meaning, Print as an," 14-18.

Invention, in book production, 33, 34.

Irving, Washington, book design in editions of his "Knickerbocker," 10, 11;
  unfortunate use of his "Sketch Book" as a school book, 68, 69.

Italic type, invention and use by Aldus, 20, 21.

Italy, annual book publication, 105.


JAPAN, annual book publication, 105.

Javal, Dr. Émile, his investigations of legibility, 120, 121, 123.

Jenson, Nicholas, beauty and grandeur in his work, 4;
  descendants of his types, 132;
  facsimile page of, _frontispiece_.

Johnson, Rossiter, his Little Classic editions described, 25, 26.

Johnson, Dr. Samuel, commends small books, 20, 22, 23;
  a favorite edition of his "Idler," 24;
  his "Prayers" in tribute typography, 136;
  on our knowledge of ancient Britain, 79.

Josephus, Flavius, book form inappropriate to, 50.

Justification, requirements of, 58, 59.

Justinian, facsimile page of his "Digestum novum," _frontispiece_.


KEATS, JOHN, folio inappropriate to, 50;
  inappropriate Forman edition of, 11;
  "On first looking into Chapman's Homer," 108, 109;
  small bulk of his work, 69.

Kelmscott Press, _see_ Morris, William.

Kennerley type, commended, 132.

Kipling, Rudyard, on reading him, 143.

"Knickerbocker," Irving's, book design in editions of, 10, 11.

Knowledge, necessary to success in life, 30;
  obtainable in its fulness only through books, 30;
  progress possible only in, 29, 30.

Kuran, sources from which it was compiled, 86.


LAMB, CHARLES, on grace before reading, 77;
  on Hazlitt, 141.

Large-paper copies, condemned, 56, 131.

Latin literature, masterpieces of, 68, 69.

Leadership developed under stress, 163.

Leading, as affecting legibility, 120;
  as affecting spacing, 58, 59.

Leather, employment in binding, 52-54.

Le Gascon, binder, his work, 100.

Legend, of pictures, proper place of, 60.

Legibility, elements of the book as related to, 116-118;
  "Exceptions to the rule of legibility," 130, 131, 134-138;
  influence on, of paper, type, and ink, 5;
  "Types and eyes: The problem," 120-127,
    ---- "Progress," 128-133.

Leland, Charles Godfrey, on forethought, 166.

Length of line, 117.

Lenox, James, mortified by a misprint, 156;
  patron of Henry Stevens, 38;
  "Recollections of," by Stevens, 38, _footnote_.

Le Sage, Alain René, his "Gil Blas," 143.

"Lest we forget the few great books," 104-114.

Letters, _see_ Capital letters;
  Manuscript;
  Minuscules;
  Silent letters;
  Type.

Lewes, George Henry, a misprint in one of his works, 158.

Librarians, "Books as a librarian would like them," 44-48;
  a duty to their successors, 103;
  meeting of British, in 1882, 38.

Libraries, as affected by spelling reform, 150;
  development in the United States since 1875, 104;
  electrical batteries of power, 30;
  put to needless expense for big books, 36,
    for rebindings, 46;
  "The student and the library," 139-144.

Library Company of Philadelphia, size of library in 1875, 104.

Library hand, Bodoni's italic resembles, 130.

Library of Congress, size in 1875, 104.

Lightness, in books, deceptive, 93, 94.

Lincoln, Abraham, his greatness brought by responsibility, 163.

Lincoln cent, lettering on, 134.

Line, endings should not show too many hyphens, 59;
  normal length for legibility, 117.

Linnaeus, quoted, 33.

Linotype, gives a turned line, 153.

Literature, the book beautiful of service to, 62;
  its treasures, 63-78;
  print a contribution to, 15;
  type appropriate to, 136-138.

Little and Brown, publishers, their "British Poets" compared with
    Pickering's "Aldines," 24.

Little Classic editions, 20, 25, 26.

Littré, Émile, typography of his "Dictionnaire," 135.

Lloyd, Henry Demarest, on headlines, quoted, 132.

Locker-Lampson, Frederick, inappropriate edition of his "My
    Confidences," 12.

London Registrar General, misprint, 155.

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, book design appropriate to his "Works," 11;
  his "Michael Angelo," 87;
  his sonnets on Dante, 70;
  holiday edition of his "Skeleton in Armor," 137;
  "Life," appropriate edition of, 12;
  quoted, 68.

Lowell, James Russell, member of New England group of authors, 75.


MACAULAY, THOMAS BABINGTON, knew "Paradise Lost" by heart, 73.

McClellan, General George Brinton, his limitations, 163.

Malherbe, François, welcomes a misprint, 157.

Mammoth, picture of, a prehistoric book, 79.

Manuscript, chief difference from print, 14;
  distinctions in, 16;
  importance to bookmaking, 51;
  limitations of, 16;
  Ruskin on, 51;
  still used in private records, 15.
  _See also_ Papyrus; Parchment.

Margin, size and proportions of, 56, 57.

Marriage service, misprint in, 154.

Material of the book, changed twice in two thousand years, 92.

Materials of writing, 86.

Mather, Cotton, list of errata in his "Magnalia," 160.

Mathews, William, as an author, 63;
  his memory of choice passages, 63;
  on reading ten pages a day, 108.

Maxim, Sir Hiram, quoted, 92.

"Meaning, Print as an interpreter of," 14-18.

Mearne, Samuel, binder, 100.

Memory, Erasmus on art of strengthening, 166, 167;
  value of a well-stored, 63.

"Men of the Time," famous misprint in, 153, 154.

Ménage, Gilles, acknowledged his indebtedness to the Elzevirs, 22.

Mexican book, pre-Columbian, ornamented, 6;
  described, 85, 86;
  picture writing of, 81.

Michelangelo, his "Moses" as a product of genius, 65.

Milton, John, debt of Daniel Webster to, 110;
  gave metric hints by spelling, 18;
  Hazlitt on, 142;
  his greatness, 72, 73;
  his spelling, 149, 150;
  Lamb would say grace before reading, 77;
  a misprint in "Samson Agonistes," 159;
  on the deprivation caused by his blindness, 63, 64;
  a spelling reformer, 149.

Minuscules, legibility, 122-124, 126;
  of late origin, 118.

Misprints, "The perversities of type," 152-161.

Montaigne, "Journal of his travels," in three volumes, 12.

Morgan, Lloyd, cited, 87.

Morris, William, as printer, 33, 34;
  confesses faults of ignorance in book making, 50;
  his Kelmscott editions, "tribute typography," 137;
  on shape of dot of _i_, 61;
  on types, 5, 129, 130.

Mosher, Thomas Bird, his "tribute typography," 137.

Motteux, Peter Anthony, his translation of "Don Quixote," 144.

Moulton, Charles Wells, "Library of Literary Criticism," its attractive
    book design, 13.


NAMES, place of, in development of the alphabet, 81.

Near sight, 120, 130.

Necker, Jacques, student's blunder concerning, 154.

New England, its communities of readers, 28, 29;
  its group of authors, 75, 76.

New Humanistic type, commended, 138;
  special form of _a_, 123.

New York Mercantile Library, size in 1875, 104.

Newspapers, extraordinary development of speed and cheapness in, 14;
  legibility, 5, 117, 132, 133;
  opponents of spelling reform, 145;
  place in reading, 106.

Newton, Sir Isaac, quoted, 144.

Nickel, as a substitute for paper, 92, _footnote_.

Novels, in a favorite book size, 24;
  in illegible type, 130;
  on reading, 107;
  three-volume, 12;
  typical book of to-day, 35.

"Nuremberg Chronicle," a characteristic folio, 19.


OCULIST'S tests of legibility, 120.

Ormsby, John, his translation of "Don Quixote," 144.

Ornamentation, in bindings, 6, 53, 100, 101;
  in type, 121.

"Orthographic reform," 145-151.

Ossian, Hazlitt on, 141.

Owen, Robert, a famous misprint concerning, 153.

"Oxford Book of English Verse," thin-paper edition preferred, 95.

"Oxford English Dictionary," corrects a misprint, 158;
  its typography, 135.

Oxford India paper, 92, 94, 95;
  miniature editions on, 131, 132.

Oxford students cause a misprint in the marriage service, 154.

Oxford University Press, reward for misprints, 156.


PAGE, proportions of, 4, 42, 55-57.

Palm leaves, used for book of India, 85.

Pannartz and Sweynheym, grandeur in their work, 4.

Paper, best for the eye, 116, 120;
  buff tinted, for legibility, 5, 6;
  determines the expression of the book, 4, 5;
  introduced into Europe, 84;
  of the book beautiful, 54;
  of the Chinese book, 88-90;
  "Thick paper and thin," 92-96;
  three elements of, 5.

Papermaker, a spoiler of books, 40, 42.

Papyrus roll, and booklovers, 4;
  described, 82-84.

Parchment, origin, 83, 84;
  "Parchment bindings," 102, 103;
  parchment book and booklovers, 4.

Payne, Roger, binder, 100.

Peacock, Thomas Love, his novels in thick and thin paper, 94, 95.

Peel, Sir Robert, misprint concerning, 155.

Penmanship, _see_ Manuscript.

Pergamum, origin of parchment in, 83, 84.

"Periodical, The," resembles a Chinese book, 88, 90.

"Personal power, A secret of," 162-167.

"Perversities of type," 152-161.

Philadelphia Mercantile Library, size in 1875, 104.

"Philobiblon," by Richard de Bury, significance of the title, 8.

Photogravures, in connection with type, 6.

Pickering, William, a disciple of Aldus, 23;
  his characteristic books, 23, 24,
    compared with Little and Brown's "British Poets," 24,
    their predecessors, contemporaries, and successors, 24;
  his "diamond classics" on large paper, 131, 132;
  method of book design, 41;
  publisher, 38.

Picture writing, 80, 81.

Pictures, earliest books were, 79-81.
  _See also_ Illustrations.

Pillow, General Gideon Johnson, misprints concerning, 157.

Pindar, as characterized by Mrs. Browning, 68.

Plato, as characterized by Mrs. Browning, 68;
  contributor to Bible of humanity, 68;
  riches of, 68.

Pocket editions, 22, 23.

Poe, Edgar Allan, quoted, 28, 152, 158;
  small bulk of his poetry, 69.

Poetry, Hazlitt on, 141, 142;
  print as an interpreter of its meaning, 17, 18;
  type appropriate to, 137, 138.

Pope, Alexander, a ghost word referred to him, 158, 159;
  Hazlitt on, 142.

Possessions, distinguished from Property, 31, 32.

"Power, A secret of personal," 162-167.

Powers of leadership developed under stress, 163.

Pre-Columbian book, _see_ Mexican.

Prehistoric background of the book, 79-81.

Press, errors of, 152-161.

Pressman, a spoiler of books, 40-42.

Presswork, requirements of, 58.

Prices, as affected by italic, 20,
    by the small books of the Elzevirs, 22;
  fancy, what they mean, 7;
  of choice books compared with those of other art objects, 49;
  of choice books not excessive, 7.

"Print as an interpreter of meaning," 14-18.
  _See also_ Typography.

Printer, as affected by spelling reform, 150;
  a spoiler of books, 40, 41;
  what the librarian asks of him, 47, 48.

Printer's errors, 152-161.

Printing, added only speed and cheapness to book production, 14;
  distinctions to the eye in, 16-18;
  of Chinese books, 88;
  "Printing problems for science to solve," 115-119;
  would be benefited by contemporary calligraphy, 51.
  _See also_ Typography.

Privilege of the reader, 63-78.

"Problems, Printing, for science to solve," 115-119.

Progress, possible only in the field of knowledge, 29, 30.

Proof, authors' additions in, 15.

Proofreader, requirements of, 58;
  a spoiler of books, 40, 41.

Property, distinguished from Possessions, 31, 32.

Proportions of the page, 4, 42, 55-57.

Prosody, _see_ Poetry.

Public, value of reading to the, 28, 29.

Publication of books for 1913, 105.

Publisher, librarian's grievance against the, 45-47;
  a spoiler of books, 40, 41.

Punctuation, and legibility, 121;
  in poetry, 17-18.

Puritans, less modern than Horace, 69;
  a Puritan's devotion to Calvin, 166;
  Shakespeare best reading for, 72.

Putnam, George Haven, on the Elzevirs, 22.


RAPID reading, 14-17.

Rare books, relatively cheap, 49.

Readable print, _see_ Legibility.

"Reader's high privilege," 63-78.

Reading, aid of print to, 14, 17;
  amount possible in a lifetime, 105;
  Erasmus on art of, 166;
  John Beattie Crozier on, 111, 112;
  "Lest we forget the few great books," 104-114;
  means intellectual effort, 74;
  of contemporaries, 76, 77;
  results of ten pages a day, 108;
  "The student and the library," 139-144;
  systematic, 74-76;
  true end and aim of, 78;
  value, to the public and to the individual, 28-32;
  when travelling, 22, 23.

Reading aloud, print as an aid to, 17, 18.

Rebindings, costly, unnecessary, 46.

Rebus, place in development of alphabet, 81.

Reference books, 135;
  effective typography of, 16, 17.

Reformed spelling, 145-151.

Registration, requirements of, 59.

Rembrandt, his drawing of the elephant, 80;
  his "School of Anatomy," as a product of genius, 65.

Reprinting of perishable records, 46.

Responsibility, a stimulus to greatness, 163.

"Respublicæ Variæ," published by the Elzevirs, described, 22, 23.

"Rhetoricorum ad C. Herennium Libri IIII," the Aldus edition of 1546
    described, 21.

Roethlein, Barbara Elizabeth, on "The relative legibility of different
    faces of printing types," 124-127.

Rogers, Bruce, his Centaur type commended, 132.

Roll, _see_ Papyrus.

Roman alphabet, _see_ Alphabet.

Roman codex, _see_ Codex.

Roman literature, masterpieces of, 68, 69.

Romance literatures, 144.

Romans, surpassed by moderns in knowledge, 30.

Royal octavo, pitfall of the book designer, 12, 13.

Ruskin, John, editions of his works contrasted, 13;
  on manuscript books, 51;
  on reading Sir Walter Scott, 109.

Russia, annual book publication, 105;
  illiterate communities of, 28, 29.


SANBORN, FRANKLIN BENJAMIN, his "Beacon Biography" of Longfellow, 75.

Sanford, Edmund Clark, on "The relative legibility of the small
    letters," 122-124.

Scaliger, Julius Caesar, his learning, 106.

Schiller, cited, 52.

School books, misfortune of treating classics as such, 68, 69;
  type in, 5, 117.

School children, increase of near sight among, 120.

School of typography, proposed by Henry Stevens, 40-43.

Science, "Printing problems for science to solve," 115-119.

Scott, Sir Walter, alterations in the proof-sheets of his "Waverley
    Novels," 15;
  a ghost word in his "Monastery," 158;
  Goethe on, 110;
  Ruskin on, 109.

"Secret of personal power," 162-167.

Sequoyah, his Cherokee syllabary, 146.

Serifs, necessary to prevent irradiation, 123;
  source of confusion in types, 123, 124.

Shakespeare, William, "Hamlet" preferred in youth, 111;
  Hazlitt on, 142;
  his "Apocrypha," on thin paper, 95;
  his character and greatness, 70-73;
  Lamb would say grace before reading, 77;
  "Lear" preferred in old age, 111;
  misprints in his works, 157;
  privilege of reading, 64, 71, 72;
  quoted, 9, 54;
  reading, 77;
  the spelling of his works, 149, 150;
  tribute of Blackmore to, 110.

Shelley, Percy Bysshe, an editor's error in his "Skylark," 157, 158;
  inappropriate Forman edition of, 11;
  read by young men, 111.

Shelton, Thomas, his translation of "Don Quixote," 144.

Sight, relation of the elements of the book to, 5, 6, 116-119;
  "Types and eyes: The problem," 120-127,
    ---- "Progress," 128-133.

Sign language, 80.

Silent letters, cost to English world, 147.

Size, determines expression of the book, 4;
  "Favorite book sizes," 19-27;
  of books preferred by librarian, 47;
  of letters and legibility, 134, 135;
  question of an ideal size of type, 117;
  standardization of book sizes, 26, 27.
  _See also_ Bigness; Thickness; Thinness.

Skeat, Walter William, on ghost words, 158.

Smirke, Robert, illustrator of Barlow's "Columbiad," 10.

Smollett, Tobias George, on reading him, 143.

Society of Printers, address under its auspices, 3, _note_.

Socrates, in a Bible of humanity, 68.

Sophocles, as characterized by Mrs. Browning, 67, 68.

Southey, Robert, a favorite edition of, 24.

Spacing, between words, 121;
  of letters in words, 120.

Spain, illiterate communities of, 28, 29.

Spanish, language, 144;
  spelling, 147.

Spectacles, a measure of civilization, 120.

Spedding, James, at Cambridge University, 139.

Spelling, Milton gave metric hints by, 18;
  "Orthographic reform," 145-151.

Spenser, Edmund, Hazlitt on, 142;
  his spelling, 149;
  Lamb would say grace before reading the "Fairy Queen," 77;
  Milton's spiritual kinship to, 72.

Standardization of book sizes, 26, 27.

Sterne, Laurence, a favorite edition of, 24.

Stevens, Henry, "A constructive critic of the book," 38-43;
  detects a misprint, 156;
  his "My English library," 39;
  his "Recollections of Mr. James Lenox," 38, _footnote_.

Stevenson, Robert Louis, on Hazlitt, 141.

Stoddard, Richard Henry, on Cervantes and Shakespeare, 70.

Storage of books, _see_ Bigness, Thickness, Thinness.

Strassburg Cathedral, as a product of genius, 65.

"Student, The, and the Library," 139-144.

Study, art of, 166, 167.

Success, won by knowledge, 30.

Swedish spelling, 148.

Sweynheym and Pannartz, grandeur in their work, 4.


TASTE, _see_ Esthetics.

Tauchnitz editions, compared with Little Classic editions, 26.

Tennyson, Alfred, and his brothers at Cambridge University, 139;
  inappropriate edition of his "Life," 11;
  a novel reader, 107.

Tests, of the utility of the book, 115;
  of type, 120-127.

Thackeray, William Makepeace, at Cambridge University, 139;
  on reading him, 143;
  quoted, 11;
  works in illegible print, 130.

Theocritus, as characterized by Mrs. Browning, 68.

Thickness, in books, esthetic effect of, 23, 25;
  "Thick paper and thin," 92-96.

Thinness, in books, esthetic effect of, 23;
  "Thick paper and thin," 92-96.

Thompson, Francis, indicated caesura by an asterisk, 18.

Thomson, James, Hazlitt on, 142.

Thoreau, Henry David, member of the New England group of authors, 75, 76.

Thou, Jacques Auguste de, binding made for, 100.

Title-page, problems of, 59.

Torrey, Joseph, on reading Dante, 109, 110.

Translations of "Don Quixote," 143, 144.

Tribute typography, 9-13, 136, 137.

Type, aims in its design, 5, 117, 118;
  Chinese, 80;
  contrast of, 16, 17;
  "Exceptions to the rule of legibility," 130, 131, 135-138;
  faults of German and French, 117;
  in relation to the book beautiful, 57-59, 61;
  page, 56, 57;
  "Perversities of type," 152-161;
  reform of, 118;
  "Types and eyes: The problem," 120-127,
    ---- "Progress," 128-133.
  _See also_ Italic; Page.

Typewriting, a form of print, 15.

Typography, primarily a reduction of cost, 115;
  school of, proposed by Henry Stevens, 40-43;
  tribute typography, 9-13, 136, 137;
  a triumph of, 16.
  _See also_ Print.


UNITED STATES, annual book publication, 105;
  library development since 1875, 104.

Updike, Daniel Berkeley, his comic edition of Irving's "Knickerbocker,"
    10, 11;
  his specimen pages of the "Imitatio Christi," 136.


"VALUE of reading, to the public and to the individual," 28-32.

Values, two great classes, 31, 32.

Vergil, Dante's master, 69;
  did not write for children, 68;
  his Aeneid, 69;
  scanty punctuation in earliest manuscript of, 17.

Verse, _see_ Poetry.

Vision, _see_ Sight.


WARD, ARTEMUS, _pseudonym_, adopts a misprint, 157.

Webster, Daniel, debt to Milton, 110.

Webster, Noah, his "Collegiate Dictionary" on thin paper preferred, 95;
  his "Unabridged Dictionary" on large paper, 131.

Wendell, Barrett, on Barlow's "Columbiad," 10.

Wheatley, Henry Benjamin, on "Literary blunders," 156, 157.

Whitman, Walt, on the world's greatest books, 113, 114.

Whittier, John Greenleaf, member of New England group of authors, 75.

Whittingham, Charles, method of book design, 41;
  printer, 38.

"Who spoils our new English books?" by Henry Stevens, 38.

Wilberforce, Samuel, Bishop of Oxford, a famous misprint concerning,
    153, 154.

Wordsworth, Dorothy, on favorite books, 3.

Wordsworth, William, a favorite edition of, 24;
  read by old men, 111.

World Almanac, commended, 130, 131.

Writing, _see_ Authorship; Manuscript; Materials.


XENOPHON, contributor to a Bible of humanity, 68;
  did not write for children, 68.

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