Famous Authors (Men)Harkins, E. F. (Edward Francis)
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Famous Authors (Men)
Harkins, E. F. (Edward Francis)
Authors, American -- 19th century -- Biography
Mr. Lindsay Swift has written an interesting description of the
famous bibliographical arena in which Ford developed his genius. The
description, of course antedates the memorable transfer. The room,
"over fifty feet square, and reached from the main floor by a short
flight of steps," he says, "is well but not glaringly lighted by a
lantern at the top, while the sides, with the exception of a few small
windows, of no great utility owing to the tallness of surrounding
buildings, are fully taken up with books to the height of eight feet.
The floor is covered in part by large rugs; the walls and ceilings are
of serious tint; a fireplace is opposite the entrance; while sofas
of most dissimilar pattern and meant seemingly to hold any burden
but a human one, are placed 'disposedly' about; chairs, easy but not
seductive, are in plenty, but like the sofas give notice that here is
a government not of men but of books--here is no library built for
the lust of the flesh and pride of the eye, but for books and for
those who use them. I cannot suppose that those smitten of bibliophily
would thrill over the Ford library, since it exists for the practical
and virile, although it is, in parts, exceedingly choice. Roughly
classified to suit the easy memories of the owners, it presents an
appearance urbane and unprecise rather than military and commanding.
At irregular intervals loom huge masses of books, pamphlets, papers,
proof-sheets and engravings in cataclysmic disorder and apparently
suspended in mid air, like the coffin of the False Prophet, but, in
fact, resting on tables well hidden by the superincumbent piles. In
this room the father slowly accumulated this priceless treasure, mostly
illustrative of American history and its adjuncts, thereby gratifying
his own accurate tastes and hoping, as we may suppose, that his
children would ultimately profit by his foresight." No doubt the father
had such a hope, and before he died he lived to enjoy the fullest
realization of it. At any rate, that room was Paul Ford's college, and,
later, his literary workshop.
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