Society and solitude: Twelve chaptersEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Philosophy
Society and solitude: Twelve chapters
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
American essays -- 19th century
The annals of bibliography afford many examples of the delirious
extent to which book-fancying can go, when the legitimate delight in a
book is transferred to a rare edition or to a manuscript. This mania
reached its height about the beginning of the present century. For an
autograph of Shakspeare one hundred and fifty-five guineas were given.
In May, 1812, the library of the Duke of Roxburgh was sold. The sale
lasted forty-two days,--we abridge the story from Dibdin,--and among
the many curiosities was a copy of Boccaccio published by Valdarfer,
at Venice, in 1471; the only perfect copy of this edition. Among
the distinguished company which attended the sale were the Duke of
Devonshire, Earl Spencer, and the Duke of Marlborough, then Marquis
of Blandford. The bid stood at five hundred guineas. “A thousand
guineas,” said Earl Spencer: “And ten,” added the Marquis. You might
hear a pin drop. All eyes were bent on the bidders. Now they talked
apart, now ate a biscuit, now made a bet, but without the least thought
of yielding one to the other. But to pass over some details,--the
contest proceeded until the Marquis said, “Two thousand pounds.” The
Earl Spencer bethought him like a prudent general of useless bloodshed
and waste of powder, and had paused a quarter of a minute, when Lord
Althorp with long steps came to his side, as if to bring his father a
fresh lance to renew the fight. Father and son whispered together, and
Earl Spencer exclaimed, “Two thousand two hundred and fifty pounds!”
An electric shock went through the assembly. “And ten,” quietly added
the Marquis. There ended the strife. Ere Evans let the hammer fall, he
paused; the ivory instrument swept the air; the spectators stood dumb,
when the hammer fell. The stroke of its fall sounded on the farthest
shores of Italy. The tap of that hammer was heard in the libraries of
Rome, Milan, and Venice. Boccaccio stirred in his sleep of five hundred
years, and M. Van Praet groped in vain among the royal alcoves in
Paris, to detect a copy of the famed Valdarfer Boccaccio.
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