Produced by Elaine Walker, Janet Kegg and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK-LOVER BY MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN [Illustration] GARDEN CITY NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1922 COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y. IN MEMORY OF THEODORE ROOSEVELT A MAN OF ACTION IN LOVE WITH BOOKS CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. MY BOYHOOD READING 1 Early Recollections. The Bible. Essays and Essayists. II. POETS AND POETRY 76 France--Of Maurice de Guérin. Dante. English and American Verse. III. CERTAIN NOVELISTS 134 IV. LETTERS, BIOGRAPHIES, AND MEMOIRS 156 V. BOOKS AT RANDOM 205 CONFESSIONS OF A BOOK-LOVER CHAPTER I MY BOYHOOD READING _Early Recollections_ To get the best out of books, I am convinced that you must begin to love these perennial friends very early in life. It is the only way to know all their "curves," all those little shadows of expression and small lights. There is a glamour which you never _see_ if you begin to read with a serious intention late in life, when questions of technique and grammar and mere words begin to seem too important. Then you have become too critical to feel through all Fenimore Cooper's verbiage the real lakes and woods, or the wild fervour of romance beneath dear Sir Walter's mat of words. You lose the unreclaimable flavour of books. A friend you may irretrievably lose when you lose a friend--if you are so deadly unfortunate as to lose a friend--for even the memories of him are embittered; but no great author can ever have done anything that will make the book you love less precious to you. The new school of pedagogical thought disapproves, I know, of miscellaneous reading, and no modern moralist will agree with Madame de Sévigné that "bad books are better than no books at all"; but Madame de Sévigné may have meant books written in a bad style, or feeble books, and not books bad in the moral sense. However, I must confess that when I was young, I read several books which I was told afterward were very bad indeed. But I did not find this out until somebody told me! The youthful mind must possess something of the quality attributed to a duck's back! I recall that once "The Confessions of Rousseau" was snatched suddenly away from me by a careful mother just as I had begun to think that Jean Jacques was a very interesting man and almost as queer as some of the people I knew. I believe that if I had been allowed to finish the book, it would have become by some mental chemical process a very edifying criticism of life.