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the love affairs of a bibliomaniac-第27章

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t they occupy a distinct and important place among Napoleonana。

Until William Hazlitt's life of Bonaparte appeared we had no English treatment of Bonaparte that was in any sense fair; and; by the way; Hazlitt's work is the only one in English I know of which gives the will of Bonaparte; an exceedingly interesting document。

For a good many years I held the character of Napoleon in light esteem; for the reason that he had but small regard for books。  Recent revelations; however; made to me by Dr。 O'Rell (grandnephew of ‘‘Tom Burke of Ours''); have served to dissipate that prejudice; and I question not that I shall duly become as ardent a worshipper of the Corsican as my doctor himself is。  Dr。 O'Rell tells meand his declarations are corroborated by Frederic Masson and other authorities that Bonaparte was a lover and a collector of books; and that he contributed largely to the dignity and the glorification of literature by publishing a large number of volumes in the highest style of the art。

The one department of literature for which he seems to have had no liking was fiction。  Novels of all kinds he was in the habit of tossing into the fire。  He was a prodigious buyer of books; and those which he read  were invariably stamped on the outer cover with the imperial arms; at St。 Helena his library stamp was merely a seal upon which ink was smeared。

Napoleon cared little for fine bindings; yet he knew their value; and whenever a presentation copy was to be bound he required that it be bound handsomely。  The books in his own library were invariably bound ‘‘in calf of indifferent quality;'' and he was wont; while reading a book; to fill the margin with comments in pencil。  Wherever he went he took a library of books with him; and these volumes he had deprived of all superfluous margin; so as to save weight and space。  Not infrequently when hampered by the rapid growth of this travelling library he would toss the ‘‘overflow'' of books out of his carriage window; and it was his custom (I shudder to record it!) to separate the leaves of pamphlets; magazines; and volumes by running his finger between them; thereby invariably tearing the pages in shocking wise。

In the arrangement of his library Napoleon observed that exacting method which was characteristic of him in other employments  and avocations。  Each book had its particular place in a special case; and Napoleon knew his library so well that he could at any moment place his hand upon any volume he desired。  The libraries at his palaces he had arranged exactly as the library at Malmaison was; and never was one book borrowed from one to serve in another。  It is narrated of him that if ever a volume was missing Napoleon would describe its size and the color of its binding to the librarian; and would point out the place where it might have been wrongly put and the case where it properly belonged。

If any one question the greatness of this man let him explain if he can why civilization's interest in Napoleon increases as time rolls on。  Why is it that we are curious to know all about himthat we have gratification in hearing tell of his minutest habits; his moods; his whims; his practices; his prejudices?  Why is it that even those who hated him and who denied his genius have felt called upon to record in ponderous tomes their reminiscences of him and his deeds?  Princes; generals; lords; courtiers; poets; painters; priests; plebeiansall have vied  with one another in answering humanity's demand for more and more and ever more about Napoleon Bonaparte。

I think that the supply will; like the demand; never be exhausted。  The women of the court have supplied us with their memoirs; so have the diplomats of that period; so have the wives of his generals; so have the Tom…Dick…and…Harry spectators of those kaleidoscopic scenes; so have his keepers in exile; so has his barber。  The chambermaids will be heard from in good time; and the hostlers; and the scullions。  Already there are rumors that we are soon to be regaled with Memoirs of the Emperor Napoleon by the Lady who knew the Tailor who Once Sewed a Button on the Emperor's Coat; edited by her loving grandson; the Duc de Bunco。

Without doubt many of those who read these lines will live to see the time when memoirs of Napoleon will be offered by ‘‘a gentleman who purchased a collection of Napoleon spoons in 1899''; doubtless; too; the book will be hailed with satisfaction; for this Napoleonic enthusiasm increases as time wears on。 

Curious; is it not; that no calm; judicial study of this man's character and exploits is received with favor?  He who treats of the subject must be either a hater or an adorer of Napoleon; his blood must be hot with the enthusiasm of rage or of love。

To the human eye there appears in space a luminous sphere that in its appointed path goes on unceasingly。  The wise men are not agreed whether this apparition is merely of gaseous composition or is a solid body supplied extraneously with heat and luminosity; inexhaustibly; some argue that its existence will be limited to the period of one thousand; or five hundred thousand; or one million years; others declare that it will roll on until the end of time。  Perhaps the nature of that luminous sphere will never be truly known to mankind; yet with calm dignity it moves in its appointed path among the planets and the stars of the universe; its fires unabated; its luminosity undimmed。

Even so the great Corsican; scrutinized of all human eyes; passes along the aisle of Time enveloped in the impenetrable mystery of enthusiasm; genius; and splendor。 





 XVIII

MY WORKSHOP AND OTHERS

  The women…folk are few up there;       For 't were not fair; you know;   That they our heavenly bliss should share       Who vex us here below!   The few are those who have been kind       To husbands such as we:   They knew our fads and didn't mind       Says Dibdin's ghost to me。

It has never been explained to my satisfaction why women; as a class; are the enemies of books; and are particularly hostile to bibliomania。  The exceptions met with now and then simply prove the rule。  Judge Methuen declares that bibliophobia is but one phase of jealousy; that one's wife hates one's books because she fears that her husband is in love; or is going to be in love; with those companions of his student  hours。  If; instead of being folios; quartos; octavos; and the like; the Judge's books were buxom; blithe maidens; his wife could hardly be more jealous of the Judge's attentions to them than she is under existing circumstances。  On one occasion; having found the Judge on two successive afternoons sitting alone in the library with Pliny in his lap; this spirited lady snatched the insidious volume from her husband's embraces and locked it up in one of the kitchen pantries; nor did she release the object of her displeasure until the Judge had promised solemnly to be more circumspect in the future; and had further mollified his wife's anger by bringing home a new silk dress and a bonnet of exceptional loveliness。

Other instances of a similar character have demonstrated that Mrs。 Methuen regards with implacable antipathy the volumes upon which my learned and ingenious f
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