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Five Hundred Copies^ Octavo.



Copyright 1897 by P. K. Foley


When the wind was east and a sullen sky lowered upon a sod-
den street, seven students slept and dreamed. In his dream each
visited a bookshop and from an ignoble resting-place drew a bun-
dle of pamphlets. There was an Amherst catalogue in the collec-
tion, and there was also a speech by Daniel Webster. An Old
Farmer's Almanac neighbored a sermon by the Reverend Shear
Jashub Baalam on The Iniquity of Unitarianism and A List of
Lighthouses and Fog-Signals in the United States. Next came
the Annual Report of the New York Central Railroad for 1882 :
and under it were six copies of "Tamerlane, by a Bostonian,"
which the enraptured dreamer bought for five cents apiece.

This is the Tamerlane mythus, read by the light of reason. In
the accepted version, the collector — there was but one, and he
was awake, — sneered unfeelingly and put the pamphlets back : but
any book-hunter who has had experience of Special Providences,
(as all have) will find this quite too incredible for fable, even.
And since Special Providences are matter of record, and since,
moreover, no man can — or durst — name the collector who did this
thing, knowledge must revise the tale and science must explain it.
Seven collectors dreamed ; the dream was so vivid that it lingered
in memory as the apotheosis of a familiar story ; by telepathy the
story was transferred to the dreamers' sympathetic acquaintance
— say, seven hundred. Each man recalls it, in one or other read-
ing, so often as he does or does not overlook a bargain. At the
full of the moon and in the midsummer silly season it gets into the

In all seriousness, it is safe to discredit — on general principles
— any narrative which fails to recognize the sweet little cherub
that sits up aloft keeping watch for the luck of the collector.
Sooner or later, whether the book flaunts in a window or hides in
a garret, the man to whom it belongs is irresistibly drawn to it.
Such an one would intuitively divine that the inconspicuous vol-
ume lettered "II Pesceballo " enshrined the words of Lowell ; that
the " Incidental Poems " of Robert Dinsmoor, Rustic Bard, was
the medium of Whittier's first appearance in book form ; that
the unlovely earthernjar offered at auction in a Maine village (and
knocked down, by the way, at ten cents), contained an impossible



razor and " Fanshawe." Thanks to this blessed principle, or force,
or power, — which perhaps it were impious to seek to define — the
book-lover may dabble in odd volumes, even. His personal
cherub successfully solicited a Boston man to buy the second vol-
ume of Matthew Arnold's " Poems " in the edition of 1869, — an
unregarded trifle in a dealer's odds and ends. News of the pur-
chase came to a fellow in the gentle art ; and presently the Bos-
tonian received from him the first volume in the same edition,
which had been picked up at auction in another city. The Phihs-
tine will say that this is improbable : and so it is : but it is true :
and equally true is the correlative that, as the fly-leaves showed,
these two volumes originally belonged to the same man, and met
in the hands of another disciple after Heaven knows what wander-
ing and mischance !

All this of course suggests the axiom that a prize may offer any-
where and at any moment. In the catalogue of a New England
public library, "My Summer in a Garden" is classified as "Agri-
culture " ; and under the general title, " Medicine," and the sub-
title, " Pathology : Diseases," the unconscious humorist who per-
petrated the book has listed Defoe's " Journal of the Plague in
London." At first glance, the connection between first editions
and a certain Connecticut town is not half so apparent as the silken
thread of fancy that attaches Mr. Warner to the farming interest.
Yet in that Connecticut town a man I love discovered Lowell's
own copy of the Birmingham Address, a very treasure-house of
corrections and notes in autograph, — and bore it away for twenty-
five cents ! I might add that in the same place, on another occa-
sion, my friend found " The Rose and the Ring," blushing, as it
were, in its original pink boards — blushing, perhaps, for that it
occupied a fifteen-cent counter. But such reminiscences are dis-
tracting ; and they are useless : for the Connecticut bookseller is
dead, and no more bargains linger in an unlikely place to refresh
the spirit of the collector who goes that way.

I pause here to drop a tear for the bookseller. Peace to his
ashes ! He was not wholly of them who sell books as butchers
sell mutton, by the pound, the bones with the meat ; but he had
been ; and though from the commercial point of view it seems a
sad thing that he should die before he learned the value of his
stock, there is warning for others in the circumstance that as he
became sophisticated his health failed. Doubtless it would be
easy to demonstrate that to buy at five cents and sell for twenty-
five is the only rule of conduct calculated to preserve a dealer in
body and mind. There was notably one man in the circle of my
professional acquaintance who prospered by this means. Yet he
has fallen. Injudicious patrons have offered him of the fruit of


the tree of knowledge, and he has eaten. His former principle of
business now applies to none save drygoods editions — which he
sells to the gentlemen who boast that they "buy books for the con-
tents." I foresaw the end, when he began to prattle of "firsts."
Soon he became curious in bindings. Next he was aware of the
extra-illustrator and re-revised his price-list in a commendable
endeavor to make the punishment fit the crime ; but now he finds
that the collector of book-plates must also be reckoned with : and
in the attempt to adjust his tariff to the needs or caprices of five
several classes of purchasers, he ages visibly.

When under one's very eyes a worthy tradesman undergoes this
process of degeneration, one sighs for the days of the Crofts sale,
when original quarto editions of Shakespeare's plays fetched from
one to eleven shillings apiece ; or one wishes that he might at
least have attended the Elliot Woodward auction, in 1S69, and
bought " A Year's Life " for twenty-five cents. (Mr. Foote's copy
realized thirty- three dollars.) Always it seems that the time has
been when black swans and pink pearls were less rare than they
are at present, when robins nested in January, and when the book-
worm lifted up his voice in song under the poor man's window.
Some day, under pressure of this conviction, I think I shall take
to the road. Your true Yankee never destroys anything but his
neighbor's vices. He will not throw away a book. There are
early Poes and Hawthornes, not to speak of Freneaus and Mathers,
stuffed in barrels, stored in barn-chambers, in any of the older vil-
lages, waiting the advent of the collector who shall be brave
enough to set up a peddler's cart. Dares any affirm that that man
will not buy a Bay Psalm Book with a tin teapot ?

I grant that the hero of such a quest may fall victim to the su-
perstition that every printed thing is worthy — a form of dementia
to which the collector who rigidly restricts himself to a specialty
is perhaps peculiarly Hable. But if he survives he will brmg back
— not the spoil of the land alone, but — enthralling memories of
natives who carry the aforesaid superstition to its logical ultimate,
that a volume long preserved must be very valuable. These fig-
ure at stated intervals in the suburban correspondence of almost
any newspaper as owners of " a book printed more than three hun-
dred years ago," erg-o, worth a deal of money. For my own part,
I have great joy of the citizens of Granger\'ille who achieve dis-
tinction at so cheap a rate. They are amply fellowed in innocent
fatuity : but, while other amiable idiots become enlightened and
cease to be diverting, the proud possessor of a worthless black-
letter is a well-spring of delight, he and his children's children, to
the latest generation. The average man can not rebuke his folly :
he has not the documents. The collector will not : for in a state


of society where, the more charming the catalogue, the more de-
structive is the subsequent bill, an inexpensive pleasure is a thing
sedulously to be maintained.

It is not impossible (there are degrees in folly !) that from this
admission some would draw the inference that a book-lover de-
precates his outlay. I hasten therefore to approve that noble say-
ing of Erasmus : Statlmque ut pecuttiam accepero, Grcecos
prhnufn a7ictores, deinde vestes emam. In this sign we con-
quer. " And afterwards some clothes " expresses, I am sure, the
feeling of every true collector. One may inadvertently acquire
books that are no books, one may be seduced by " bargains " that
future experience disavows, and then one may seek a safe place
and indulge in the language that Erasmus doubtless employed
under similar conditions. But the man who regrets or apologizes
for making the right choice between a new coat and a faultless
first is no more worthy to be called collector. Indeed I question
whether he who does not persistently and joyously buy books he
cannot afford is entitled to all the honor attaching to that name.

Here one might enlarge upon those pleasures of the chase
which are revealed to the impecunious alone. Yet the millionaire
is a man and a brother : and I could find it in my heart to wish
he might experience the emotions that an auction stirs in 2is. (Ob-
serve I do not say we attend auctions : rather forego the richest
entertainment earth affords — that provided by the woman-who-
wants-to-bid — than openly countenance the damnable heresy that
law-reports and medical treatises and volumes of sermons are
books !) Figure to yourself the collector, removed from obtru-
sive rivalries and the sordid eloquence of the auctioneer, sitting
down with his catalogue to choose the lots he must have and the
others that he would like to have. Fancy his earnest questionings
whether a certain classic may not at this time respond to a mod-
est bid ; whether the " nine volumes " so ambiguously described
include first editions ; whether in a given instance it will be wiser
to say " no limit " or to let the temptation pass and trust a Spec-
ial Providence at some future time to be made manifest? Pic-
ture the debate between bargains and bankruptcy, the occasional
conflicts of conscience and inclination, the dreams of what books
may come ! And finally try to do justice to the resolute and
happy heroism that mails a list of bids which may obliterate a
month's salary ! The man who had a standing order for the
Kelmscott Press pubhcations as issued knows naught of these
tragic joys. To him who would make trial of a new sensation, all
sensations, they are cheap at any price.

It will be quite safe, however, to leave the praise of poverty to
the rich, those ardent champions of inexpensive virtues. Only let


me confess, before we depart the subject, that discretion fixes a
limit to my solicitude for my fellow poor. Since I do not affect
omniscience, I decline to decide, even for their benefit, the rival
claim of auctioneer and bookseller to the chief place in their re-
gard. And though I have known a judicious smile to reduce the
price of a book one-half, I shall not advise them how to encoun-
ter the enemy — whether in the trustfulness that (may) win for-
bearance or in the calm superiority that (may) inspire apologetic
awe. Yet surely it is well to warn all and sundry that, while a
trick of countenance may sometimes serve one's turn, enduring
success in collecting rests upon other foundations, that these are
in a measure commercial, and that a book-merchant of whatso-
ever class may contribute to establish them. Of course a student
of catalogues looks to share the reproach of Magliabecchi, that he
was a learned man among booksellers and a bookseller among
learned men : but perhaps this is not quite so terrible as it sounds.
There are booksellers and booksellers, and again there are learned
men and — persons who join their titles to their signatures. If it
seemed worth while, it would be interesting to contrast a score of
book-hunters with an equal number of gentlemen more or less
learned, who condemn their pursuit : but we have the courage of
our convictions, and we are already vain enough. Let us pass to
consider how we may add to our faith knowledge.

And first a word concerning Mr. Foley's experience. When I
began to know him, years ago, he was just passing out of the
scrapbook stage. At this period one is able to appreciate, willing
to collect, almost anything : he cuts up catalogues and toilsomely
constructs long lists of books that God permitted to be created
and advertised, but never suffers to be sold. It is the young
collector's apprenticeship to genuine enthusiasm. If he boggles
at the scrapbooks, be sure he will never go further. My friend
survived the test. As he gave over the ambition to own a dupli-
cate of every book in the Congressional Library, he began to long
for intimate knowledge of a few books, say eight or ten thousand.
Then he condensed the scrapbooks into a little volume that,
whether for additions or corrections, has accompanied him ever
since. It has been my happiness to watch its expansion into this
volume. Public and society Ubraries, dealers' pricelists and pri-
vate collections have, in the course of the process, suggested de-
tails, and to the friends who have been most helpful Mr. Foley
will make his own acknowledgment. It is my duty to bear testi-
mony to the untiring zeal and prodigious patience that have car-
ried on a work with which I am proud to be — ever so remotely —

The present enterprise aside, I am sure that Mr. Foley would


second me in urging the reader to treasure the suggestion of a
home-made, strictly personal, pocket bibliography — a compend of
titles, dates, identifying features, and average prices. One may
be ever so conversant with authorities, but find at the critical mo-
ment that he has forgotten some all-important detail. A portable
memorandum will tend then and always to disburden the memory,
sustain the purse, and solace the soul. And be it remembered
that one's cherub will not strive against willful ignorance and that
the Special Providences which may bless the lame seldom accrue
to the benefit of the lazy !

Since much of this may seem assured and peremptory, it is time
to confess that I have no collection : only a bookcase. I have not
even a copy of that " unique " Whittier title, the "Narrative of
James Williams," which, once announced, has begun to repeat it-
self with distressing frequency, as " unique " titles sometimes do
— one happy man in Boston exhuming two copies from his anti-
slavery collection. Yet since it is permitted to love the things one
does not own and to glorify the deeds one can not imitate, I do
not apologize for yielding to the temptation to gossip. If oppor-
tunity served I would like to speak of, for instance, the rare books
that — like the works of Thomas Taylor, the Platonist, — are found
in every catalogue. So I might tell how Mrs. Browning bought
for her son first editions of Shelley and Keats, and recommend
her example to American mothers who may in like manner enter-
tain Robert Brownings unawares. Using the euphemism of the
delightful Wilham James, (who wrote, in 1817, of "Military Oc-
currences .... between Great Britain and the United States ")
I could mention those bibliographies which sagacious book-
sellers might catalogue under the heading, " Facetiae." Indeed,
one who writes of books finds many matters pregnant with elo-
quent discourse : yet since to some I may seem to have yielded
our position, I must turn to right myself, and so make end.

Yet, on second thought, what to the lover of books matters the
world's opinion? If he be true man, the lust of possession has
never blinded him to worth or worthlessness ; rarity has not be-
come synonymous with value ; things have not usurped the place
of qualities. True, he has had his defeats and his successes, like
other men, — his little hour of triumph, his days of bitterness and
his nights of humihation. Fortune has frowned on him, perhaps.
Friends have misinterpreted his kindest purpose. Often he has
failed in his duty to himself, in which, if one rightly perceives it,
resides the sum of duties. But, God be thanked, there are friends
who have patience and who do not misunderstand, voices that rise
above the turmoil audibly to console and strengthen ! God be
thanked that, though he sin and suffer, he may have fellowship


with them that aspire, and the transmitted hope that he may win
to their heights and, whether here or otherwhere in the material
universe, dwell in the spirit in their clear sunlight !

Thus, by these devious ways, we return to our — dreams ? Shall
we say the brightest concerns that day when every Horace shall
have his Maecenas and every Dibdin, his Spencer? Not so whilst
we seriously consider our books, arch-enemies of frivolity and low
aims, ^^sop, Saadi, Cervantes, Regnard, have been taken
by corsairs, left for dead, sold for slaves, and kfiozv the real-
ities of hjiman life.


Boston, March i, 1897.


The assumed requirements of the collector, and others likely to
feel interest in such a compilation as the present — and these
requirements constitute the compiler's law — seeming rather to be
served by a reliable reference handbook than by an elaborate
essay in bibliography, the hnes upon which it has been compiled
will be readily apparent. It will also be understood why its- scope
is Umited to the authors of the century indicated, 1 795-1895, —
the principal creators of American literature : the writings of Jona-
than Edwards, the Mathers, and others of ante-revolutionary days,
more reasonably demanding classification as " Americana " or
" Divinity."

The preceding paragraph will explain why authors whose
works are almost wholly of a scientific, pohtical or religious
character are omitted, and why occasional pamphlets of similar
nature are included only when the literary standing of the author
demanded reference to every production. The same rule has been
applied to works with which the authors represented were editori-
ally connected.

As an important step towards securing accuracy and fulness of
detail the lists prepared of their writings have been submitted to the
Hving authors included, for their approval, and any additions
which they might suggest. All have courteously and cordially
responded, with very few exceptions, — and of these last no writings
are likely to exist save such as are duly chronicled on the pub-
lishers' bulletins.

Contributions to magazines, annuals and other serials are not
quoted separately, unless, as in the case of Dr. Holmes, the
articles, or many of them, have never been reprinted. Reports of
commemorative exercises, celebrations, or similar occasions, con-
taining addresses, poems, etc., by eminent authors, and each of
itself complete, receive separate mention, as also do notable re-
prints which experience proves to be more eagerly sought after
than the original issues. The Aldrich numbers of the " Vest
Pocket " series, not to mention several less recent reprints, very
forcibly confirm this assertion.

Whilst it may be urged that the titles of works not wholly the
production of the authors to whom they are credited, assume


rather formidable proportions, recent experiences prove the
Aldrich collector ready to pay a higher price for " Jubilee Days "
than for " Poems, by T. B. A." ; that the Emerson collector de-
sires the " Sermon at the Ordination of Rev. Chandler Robbins,
by Rev. Henry Ware," as eagerly as he does the " Essays " of 1841 ;
that the Holmes collector hungers for ''Songs of the Class of
1829," especially the little pamphlet of 1854, as intensely as for
"The Harbinger " ; that the Lowell worshipper " hunts " assidu-
ously for " Memorial : R. G. S.," and reports of various celebra-
tions, and the Whittierite dreams himself the possessor of the
Kenoza Lake pamphlet, or " Incidental Poems of the Rustic
Bard." Such examples, and they are only a few of many, make it
apparent that in extension of lists the collector will more readily
condone sins of commission than those of omission.

In most cases the titles have been copied from the title page ;
where the work was not accessible the most approved authority
was followed. The works of many of the authors included, more
especially Cooper and Irving, were published simultaneously in
New York and London, and sometimes with alteration of date
and title ; in such instances it is thought best to quote the Amer-
ican issue, as that most esteemed by collectors.

Beheving the author best qualified to decide upon the title of
his work, alteration or abbreviation of the original is avoided, un-
less uniformity and practicability suggested prefixing to the title
the designation " edited," or " translated " ; or where such titles
as " Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, etc.," made abbreviation
seem advisable. In such exceptions the condensation is indicated
by " leaders," and the reading retained is such as not to obscure
identification of title.

In details as to size, date and place of publication, etc., the
methods observed in compiling the higher class of modern cata-
logues commend themselves as most comprehensive and effective
for the collector's purpose, and are accordingly adopted.
Where place or date of publication is omitted from title page,
such additions appear in brackets, thereby rendering unnecessary
the repetition of " n. p.; n. d.," etc. Other additions by the
compiler will also appear in brackets, or in the form of notes
appended to certain titles.

When a work is credited to an author and his (or her) connec-
tion therewith is not indicated on the title page, to facilitate iden-
tification such work is included in the alphabetically arranged lists
of anonymous and pseudonymous titles, even though the author's
name should appear in the index or appended to his contribution.
With the same view a title is termed anonymous where the title
page is so, even if the work be copyrighted by the author, or his


name, initials or pseudonym appear in connection with the intro-
duction, notes, or elsewhere. Any work including two or more
authors is credited to the author whose contribution occupies first
place in arrangement or importance ; in all cases of collaboration
cross-references indicate the authors represented and remove the
necessity of crediting such work to each. A few titles which do
not appear in their proper arrangement, owing to errors in trans-
cription and other causes, are appended at the end of the volume.
The points here dwelt upon will, it is hoped, prove explanatory
of the lines followed. There remains for the compiler only to ex-
press his gratitude to those who have aided him, one of whom, the
late beloved Professor Child, of Harvard University, who supplied,
and at much personal inconvenience, extensive and important
data, has passed beyond the reach of such acknowledgments.
Thanks are due, and are hereby tendered, to the several authors
and publishers who with unfailing courtesy and kindness answered
the demands made upon them, this more especially so in the case
of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co., whose connection with so
many notable authors greatly enlarged their proportion of the en-
quiries ; to Charles F. Libbie, Esq., of Boston, whose valuable
bibliographical library was generously placed at the compiler's
service ; to Miss Louise Imogen Guiney, of Auburndale, who kindly
supplied from her collection the titles of otherwise inaccessible