Chapter 20
READER! are you married? Have you offspring, boys especially I mean, say between six and twelve years of age? Have you also a literary workshop, supplied with choice tools, some for use, some for ornament, where you pass pleasant hours? and is--ah! there's the rub!--is there a special hand-maid, whose special duty it is to keep your den daily dusted and in order? Plead you guilty to these indictments? then am I sure of a sympathetic co-sufferer.
Dust! it is all a delusion. It is not the dust that makes women anxious to invade the inmost recesses of your Sanctum--it is an ingrained curiosity. And this feminine weakness, which dates from Eve, is a common motive in the stories of our oldest literature and Folk-lore. What made Fatima so anxious to know the contents of the room forbidden her by Bluebeard? It was positively nothing to her, and its contents caused not the slightest annoyance to anybody. That story has a bad moral, and it would, in many ways, have been more satisfactory had the heroine been left to take her place in the blood-stained chamber, side by side with her peccant predecessors. Why need the women-folk (God forgive me!) bother themselves about the inside of a man's library, and whether it wants dusting or not? My boys' playroom, in which is a carpenter's bench, a lathe, and no end of litter, is never tidied--perhaps it can't be, or perhaps their youthful vigour won't stand it--but my workroom must needs be dusted daily, with the delusive promise that each book and paper shall be replaced exactly where it was. The damage done by such continued treatment is incalculable. At certain times these observances are kept more religiously than others; but especially should the book-lover, married or single, beware of the Ides of March. So soon as February is dead and gone, a feeling of unrest seizes the housewife's mind. This increases day by day, and becomes dominant towards the middle of the month, about which period sundry hints are thrown out as to whether you are likely to be absent for a day or two. Beware! the fever called "Spring Clean" is on, and unless you stand firm, you will rue it. Go away, if the Fates so will, but take the key of your own domain with you.
Do not misunderstand. Not for a moment would I advocate dust and dirt; they are enemies, and should be routed; but let the necessary routing be done under your own eye. Explain where caution must be used, and in what cases tenderness is a virtue; and if one Eve in the family can be indoctrinated with book-reverence you are a happy man; her price is above that of rubies; she will prolong your life. Books MUST now and then be taken clean out of their shelves, but they should be tended lovingly and with judgment. If the dusting can be done just outside the room so much the better. The books removed, the shelf should be lifted quite out of its bearings, cleansed and wiped, and then each volume should be taken separately, and gently rubbed on back and sides with a soft cloth. In returning the volumes to their places, notice should be taken of the binding, and especially when the books are in whole calf or morocco care should be taken not to let them rub together. The best bound books are soonest injured, and quickly deteriorate in bad company. Certain volumes, indeed, have evil tempers, and will scratch the faces of all their neighbours who are too familiar with them. Such are books with metal clasps and rivets on their edges; and such, again, are those abominable old rascals, chiefly born in the fifteenth century, who are proud of being dressed in REAL boards with brass corners, and pass their lives with fearful knobs and metal bosses, mostly five in number, firmly fixed on one of their sides. If the tendencies of such ruffians are not curbed, they will do as much mischief to their gentle neighbours as when a "collie" worries the sheep. These evil results may always be minimized by placing a piece of millboard between the culprit and his victim. I have seen lovely bindings sadly marked by such uncanny neighbours.
When your books are being "dusted," don't impute too much common sense to your assistants; take their ignorance for granted, and tell them at once never to lift any book by one of its covers; that treatment is sure to strain the back, and ten to one the weight will be at the same time miscalculated, and the volume will fall. Your female "help," too, dearly loves a good tall pile to work at and, as a rule, her notions of the centre of gravity are not accurate, leading often to a general downfall, and the damage of many a corner. Again, if not supervised and instructed, she is very apt to rub the dust into, instead of off, the edges. Each volume should be held tightly, so as to prevent the leaves from gaping, and then wiped from the back to the fore-edge. A soft brush will be found useful if there is much dust. The whole exterior should also be rubbed with a soft cloth, and then the covers should be opened and the hinges of the binding examined; for mildew WILL assert itself both inside and outside certain books, and that most pertinaciously. It has unaccountable likes and dislikes. Some bindings seem positively to invite damp, and mildew will attack these when no other books on the same shelf show any signs of it. When discovered, carefully wipe it away, and then let the book remain a few days standing open, in the driest and airiest spot you can select. Great care should be taken not to let grit, such as blows in at the open window from many a dusty road, be upon your duster, or you will probably find fine scratches, like an outline map of Europe, all over your smooth calf, by which your heart and eye, as well as your book, will be wounded.
"Helps" are very apt to fill the shelves too tightly, so that to extract a book you have to use force, often to the injury of the top-bands. Beware of this mistake. It frequently occurs through not noticing that one small book is purposely placed at each end of the shelf, beneath the movable shelf-supports, thus not only saving space, but preventing the injury which a book shelf-high would be sure to receive from uneven pressure.
After all, the best guide in these, as in many other matters, is "common sense," a quality which in olden times must have been much more "common" than in these days, else the phrase would never have become rooted in our common tongue.
Children, with all their innocence, are often guilty of book-murder. I must confess to having once taken down "Humphrey's History of Writing," which contains many brightly-coloured plates, to amuse a sick daughter. The object was certainly gained, but the consequences of so bad a precedent were disastrous. That copy (which, I am glad to say, was easily re-placed), notwithstanding great care on my part, became soiled and torn, and at last was given up to Nursery martyrdom. Can I regret it? surely not, for, although bibliographically sinful, who can weigh the amount of real pleasure received, and actual pain ignored, by the patient in the contemplation of those beautifully-blended colours?
A neighbour of mine some few years ago suffered severely from a propensity, apparently irresistible, in one of his daughters to tear his library books. She was six years old, and would go quietly to a shelf and take down a book or two, and having torn a dozen leaves or so down the middle, would replace the volumes, fragments and all, in their places, the damage being undiscovered until the books were wanted for use. Reprimand, expostulation and even punishment were of no avail; but a single "whipping" effected a cure.
Boys, however, are by far more destructive than girls, and have, naturally, no reverence for age, whether in man or books. Who does not fear a schoolboy with his first pocket-knife? As Wordsworth did not say:--
"You may trace him oft By scars which his activity has left Upon our shelves and volumes. * * * He who with pocket-knife will cut the edge Of luckless panel or of prominent book, Detaching with a stroke a label here, a back-band there." _Excursion III, 83_.
Pleased, too, are they, if, with mouths full of candy, and sticky fingers, they can pull in and out the books on your bottom shelves, little knowing the damage and pain they will cause. One would fain cry out, calling on the Shade of Horace to pardon the false quantity--
"Magna movet stomacho fastidia, si puer unctis Tractavit volumen manibus." _Sat. IV_.
What boys CAN do may be gathered from the following true story, sent me by a correspondent who was the immediate sufferer:--
One summer day he met in town an acquaintance who for many years had been abroad; and finding his appetite for old books as keen as ever, invited him home to have a mental feed upon "fifteeners" and other bibliographical dainties, preliminary to the coarser pleasures enjoyed at the dinner-table. The "home" was an old mansion in the outskirts of London, whose very architecture was suggestive of black-letter and sheep-skin. The weather, alas! was rainy, and, as they approached the house, loud peals of laughter reached their ears. The children were keeping a birthday with a few young friends. The damp forbad all outdoor play, and, having been left too much to their own devices, they had invaded the library. It was just after the Battle of Balaclava, and the heroism of the combatants on that hard-fought field was in everybody's mouth. So the mischievous young imps divided themselves into two opposing camps--Britons and Russians. The Russian division was just inside the door, behind ramparts formed of old folios and quartos taken from the bottom shelves and piled to the height of about four feet. It was a wall of old fathers, fifteenth century chronicles, county histories, Chaucer, Lydgate, and such like. Some few yards off were the Britishers, provided with heaps of small books as missiles, with which they kept up a skirmishing cannonade against the foe. Imagine the tableau! Two elderly gentlemen enter hurriedly, paterfamilias receiving, quite unintentionally, the first edition of "Paradise Lost" in the pit of his stomach, his friend narrowly escaping a closer personal acquaintance with a quarto Hamlet than he had ever had before. Finale: great outburst of wrath, and rapid retreat of the combatants, many wounded (volumes) being left on the field.
POSTSCRIPTUM.
ALTHOUGH, strictly speaking, the following anecdote does not illustrate any form of real injury to books, it is so racy, and in these days of extravagant biddings so tantalizing, that I must step just outside the strict line of pertinence in order to place it on record, It was sent to me, as a personal experience, by my friend, Mr. George Clulow, a well-known bibliophile, and "Xylographer" to "Ye Sette of ye Odde Volumes." The date is 1881. He writes:--
"_Apropos_ of the Gainsborough 'find,' of which you tell in 'The Enemies of Books,' I should like to narrate an experience of my own, of some twenty years ago:
"Late one evening, at my father's house, I saw a catalogue of a sale of furniture, farm implements and books, which was announced to take place on the following morning at a country rectory in Derbyshire, some four miles from the nearest railway station.
"It was summer time--the country at its best--and with the attraction of an old book, I decided on a day's holiday, and eight o'clock the next morning found me in the train for C----, and after a variation in my programme, caused by my having walked three miles west before I discovered that my destination was three miles east of the railway station, I arrived at the rectory at noon, and found assembled some thirty or forty of the neighbouring farmers, their wives, men-servants and maid-servants, all seemingly bent on a day's idling, rather than business. The sale was announced for noon, but it was an hour later before the auctioneer put in an appearance, and the first operation in which he took part, and in which he invited my assistance, was to make a hearty meal of bread and cheese and beer in the rectory kitchen. This over, the business of the day began by a sundry collection of pots, pans, and kettles being brought to the competition of the public, followed by some lots of bedding, etc. The catalogue gave books as the first part of the sale, and, as three o'clock was reached, my patience was gone, and I protested to the auctioneer against his not selling in accordance with his catalogue. To this he replied that there was not time enough, and that he would sell the books to-morrow! This was too much for me, and I suggested that he had broken faith with the buyers, and had brought me to C---- on a false pretence. This, however, did not seem to disturb his good humour, or to make him unhappy, and his answer was to call 'Bill,' who was acting as porter, and to tell him to give the gentleman the key of the 'book room,' and to bring down any of the books he might pick out, and he 'would sell 'em.' I followed 'Bill,' and soon found myself in a charming nook of a library, full of books, mostly old divinity, but with a large number of the best miscellaneous literature of the sixteenth century, English and foreign. A very short look over the shelves produced some thirty Black Letter books, three or four illuminated missals, and some book rarities of a more recent date. 'Bill' took them downstairs, and I wondered what would happen! I was not long in doubt, for book by book, and in lots of two and three, my selection was knocked down in rapid succession, at prices varying from 1_s_. 6_d_. to 3_s_. 6_d_., this latter sum seeming to be the utmost limit to the speculative turn of my competitors. The _bonne bouche_ of the lot was, however, kept back by the auctioneer, because, as he said, it was 'a pretty book,' and I began to respect his critical judgment, for 'a pretty book' it was, being a large paper copy of Dibdin's Bibliographical Decameron, three volumes, in the original binding. Suffice it to say that, including this charming book, my purchases did not amount to L13, and I had pretty well a cart-load of books for my money--more than I wanted much! Having brought them home, I 'weeded them out,' and the 'weeding' realised four times what I gave for the whole, leaving me with some real book treasures.
"Some weeks afterwards I heard that the remainder of the books were literally treated as waste lumber, and carted off to the neighbouring town, and were to be had, any one of them, for sixpence, from a cobbler who had allowed his shop to be used as a store house for them. The news of their being there reached the ears of an old bookseller in one of the large towns, and he, I think, cleared out the lot. So curious an instance of the most total ignorance on the part of the sellers, and I may add on the part of the possible buyers also, I think is worth noting."
How would the reader in this Year of Grace, 1887, like such an experience as that?
CONCLUSION.
IT is a great pity that there should be so many distinct enemies at work for the destruction of literature, and that they should so often be allowed to work out their sad end. Looked at rightly, the possession of any old book is a sacred trust, which a conscientious owner or guardian would as soon think of ignoring as a parent would of neglecting his child. An old book, whatever its subject or internal merits, is truly a portion of the national history; we may imitate it and print it in fac-simile, but we can never exactly reproduce it; and as an historical document it should be carefully preserved.
I do not envy any man that absence of sentiment which makes some people careless of the memorials of their ancestors, and whose blood can be warmed up only by talking of horses or the price of hops. To them solitude means _ennui_, and anybody's company is preferable to their own. What an immense amount of calm enjoyment and mental renovation do such men miss. Even a millionaire will ease his toils, lengthen his life, and add a hundred per cent. to his daily pleasures if he becomes a bibliophile; while to the man of business with a taste for books, who through the day has struggled in the battle of life with all its irritating rebuffs and anxieties, what a blessed season of pleasurable repose opens upon him as he enters his sanctum, where every article wafts to him a welcome, and every book is a personal friend!
INDEX.
_Academy, The_, 23. Acanis eruditus, 77, 78. Acts of the Apostles, quoted, 4. Aglossa pinguinalis, 76. Albermarle (Duke of), portrait by Logan, 126. Althorp library, 124. Anderson (Sir C.), 55. Anobium paniceum, 77, 78. Anobium pertinax, 77, 78, 87, 88. Antiquary, The, 54. Antwerp, Monks at, 57, 58. Asbestos fire, 27. Ashburnham House, Westminster, 10. Asiarch, an, 7. Athens, Bookworm from, 81. Atkyns' Origin and Growth of Printing, 126. Auctioneer, story of, 145. Austin Friars, 15. Bagford (John), the biblioclast, r: 18. Balaclava, battle of, 143. Bale, the antiquary, 9. Bandinel (Dr.), 87, 88. Beedham, B., 52. Bible, the first printed, burnt at Strasbourg, 13. -- the "bug" edition, 95. Bibliophile, pleasures of a, 153. Bibliotaph, a, 129. Bibliotheca Ecclesiae Londino-Belgicae, 16. Binder's creed, 31. -- plough, 105. Binding, care to be taken of, 134. -- quality of good, 104. Bird (Rev. -), 55. Birdsall (Mr.), bookbinder, 80. Birmingham Riots, 11. Black-beetles, enemies of books, 94. Black-letter books in United States, 91. Blatta germanica, 65. Boccaccio, 48-50. Bodleian, hookworms at, 87. Bookbinders as enemies of books, 103. Books, absurd lettering, 111. -- burnt at Carthage; at Ephesus, 4. -- burnt in Fire of London, 10. -- burnt by Saracens, 3. -- captured by Corsairs, 18. -- cleaning of, 114. -- deprived of title pages, 118, 119. Books destroyed at the Reformation, Si. -- dried in an attic, 16. -- examination of old covers, 116. -- how to dust them, 134. -- injured by hacking, i x i. -- lost at sea, 17, 18. -- margin reduced to size, 111. -- mildew in, 136. -- from monasteries destroyed, 9. -- restoration when injured, 114. -- restored after a fire, 15. -- scarce before printing, 2. -- sold to a cobbler, 52, 149. -- too tight on shelves, 137. -- their claims to be preserved, 151. -- used to bake "pyes," 10. -- which scratch one another, 134. Book-sale in Derbyshire, 145. Bookworm, the, 67-93. -- attempt to breed, 81-3. -- from Greece, 82. -- in paper box, 89. -- in United States, 91. Bookworms' progress through books, 84. -- race by, 86. Bosses on books, 135. Boys injuring books, 139. -- in library, story of, 140. Brighton, black letter fragments, 59. British Museum, Boccaccio's Fall of Princes, 61. British Museum free from the "worm," 83. -- burnt book exhibited at, 11. Brown spots in books, 24. Bruchium, 3. Burckhardt's Arabic MSS., 77. "Bug" Bible, 95. Burgundy (Duchess of), 130.
Cambridge Market, 97. Caskets (the three), Shakspeare, 60. Caspari (Mr.), a collector, 124. Cassin (Convent of Mount), 49. Caxton, William, 130. --his use of waste leaves, 90. --Canterbury Tales, used to light a fire, 53. -- Golden Legend, ditto, 52. --Lyf of oure Ladye, 89. Caxtons saturated by rain, 22. --spoilt in binding, 107. --discovered in British Museum, 108. Charles II, portrait by Logan, 126. Chasles (Philarete), 52. Child tearing books, 139. Children as enemies of books, 138. Choir boys injuring MSS., 124. Christians burnt heathen MSS., 7. early, 6. Clarendon (Earl of), portrait by Logan, 126. Clasps on books, injury from, 135. Clergymen as biblioclasts, 64. Clulow (Mr. George), 144. Coal fires objectionable in libraries, 27. Codfish, book eaten by a, 96. Cold injures books, 26. Collectors as enemies of books, 117. College quadrangle, 41. Colophon in Schoeffer's book, 123. Colophons (collections of), I IS. Commonwealth quartos, 44. Communal libraries in France, 48. Cotton library; partially burnt, 10. Cowper, the poet, on burnt libraries, 12. Crambus pinguinalis, 76. Cremona, books destroyed at, 8. Croton bug, 95.
Damp, an enemy of books, 24. Dante, 50. -- The Inferno, 106. Derbyshire, book sale in, 145. Dermestes vulpinus, 89. De Rome, the binder, 47, 48, 110. De Thou, 110. Devil worship, 5. Devon and Exeter Museum, 101. Diana, Temple of, 6. Dibdin (Dr.), 110. --sale of his Decameron, 148. --his books, 25. D'Israeli (B.), 17. Doraston (J.), Poem on Bookworne, 67, 76. Dust, an enemy of books, 39. -- and neglect in a library, 39-50, 133. Dusting books-how to do it, 136. Dutch Church burnt, 15. -- library at Guildhall, 16.
Ecclesiastical Commissioners, 53. Edmonds (Mr.), bookseller, 58. Edward IV, 130. Edwards (Mr.), bookseller, 18. Electric light in British Museum, 32. Ephesus, 5. "Eracles," 111. "Evil eye," the, 6. "Excursion, The," 139.
Fire, an enemy of books, 1-16. -- of London, 10. Flint (Weston), account of black-beetles in New York libraries, 95. Folklore, ancient, 5. "Foxey" books, 25. Francis (St.) and the friars, 37. French Protestant Church, 53. Frith (John), 96. Froissart's Chronicles, 110. Frost in a library, 26.
Garnett (Dr.), 81. Gas injurious, 29-38, Gatty's (Mrs.) Parables, 76. German Army at Strasburg, U. Gesta Romanorum, 66. Gibbon, the historian, 2. Glass cases preservative of books, 27. Golden Legend, by Caxton, 52. Gordon Riots, 11. Government officials as biblioclasts, 65. Grenville (Rt. Hon. Thos.), 56. Guildford, library at school, 129. Guildhall, London, library at, 0. Gutenberg, 123. -- documents concerning, burnt, 13, Gwyn, Nell, housekeeping book of, 65. "Gyp" brushing clothes in a library, 44.
Hannett, on bookbinding, 76. Havergal (Rev. F. T.), 76. Heathens burnt Christian MSS., 7. Heating libraries, 27. Hebrew books burnt, 8. Hereford Cathedral library, 76. Hickman family, 56. Histories of Troy, 111. Holme (Mr.), 77. Hooke (R.), his Micrographia, 71-75. Horace's Satires, 140. Hot water pipes for libraries, 26. House-fly, an enemy of books, 102. Hudde, Heer, a story of, 17. Hwqhrey's History of Writing, 138. Hypothenemus eruditus, 76.
Ignorance and Bigotry, P-66. Illuminated letters fatal to books, 51. -- initials, collections of, 123. Indulgence of 15th Century spoilt by a binder, 109. Inquisition in Holland, 63.
Kirby and Spence on Entomologists, 75, 101. Knobs of metal on bindings, 135. Koran, The, 7.
Lamberhurst, 61. Lamport Hall, 58. Lansdowne Collection of MSS., 60. Latterbury, copy of, at St. Martin's, 54. Leather destroyed by gas, 30. Lepisma, 96. -- mistaken for bookworm, 75. Libraries burnt: by Caesar, 3. --- at Dutch Church, 15. --- at Strasbourg, 13. neglected in England, 15, 22, 40. at Alexandria, 3. of the Ptolemies) 3. Library Journal, The, 94. Lincoln Cathedral MSS., 124. Lincolne Nosegaye, 124. London Institution, 31. Lubbock (Sir J.), 90. Luke's, St., account of destruction of books, 4. Luxe des Livres, 47. Luxury and learning, 42.
Machlinia, book printed by, 106. Magdalene College, Cambridge, 128. Maitland (Rev. S. R.), 54. Mansfield (Lord), ij. MS. Plays burnt, 60. Manuscripts, fragments of, 126. Margins of books cut away, 49, 127. Maximilian (The Emperor), 125. Mazarin library, Caxton in, 52. Metamorphoses of Ovid, by Caxton, 10. Micrographia, by R. Hooke, 71. Middleburgh, 17. Mildew in books, 136. Minorite friars, 37. Missal illuminations, sale of, 119. Mohammed's reason for destroying books, 7. Mohammed II throws books into the sea, 21. Monks at Monte Cassino, 49. Mould in books, 24. Mount Cassin, library at, 50. Moxon's Mechanic Exercises, 115. Muller (M.), of Amsterdam, 62.
Newmarsh (Rev. C. F.), 54. Niptus Hololeucos, 101. Noble (Mr.), on Parish Registers, 61. Notes and Queries, 77.
Oak Chest, 44. OEcophora pseudospretella, 79. Offer Collection of Bunyans, 14. On, Priests of, 69. Overall (Mr.), Librarian at Guildhall, 16. Ovid, Metamorphoses by Caxton, 10. Oxenforde, Lyf of therle, 10.
Paper improperly bleached, 25. Papyrus, 68. Paradise Lost, 142. Parchment, slips of, in old books, 112. Parish Registers, carelessness, 62. Parnell's Ode, 70. Patent Office, destruction of literature at, 65. Paternoster Row, io. Paul, St., 6. Pedlar buying old books, 54, 55. Peignot and hookworms, 79. Pepys (Samuel), his library, 128. Petit (Pierre), poem on bookworm, 70. Philadelphia, wormhole at, 92. Phillipps (Sir Thos.), 129. Pieces of silver or denarii, 5. Pinelli (Maffei), library of, 18. Plantin Museum, 122. policemen in Ephesus, 7. Portrait collectors, 127. Priestley (Dr.), library burnt, 11, 12. Printers, the first, 13. Printers' marks, collection of, 119. -- ink and bookworms, 80. Probrue (Mr.), 120. Ptolemies, the Egyptian, 3. Puttick and Simpson, 15. Pynson's Fall of Princes, 61.
Queen Elizabeth's prayer-book, 98. Quaint titles, collections of, 121. Quadrangle of an old College described) 41.
Rain an enemy to books, 21. Rats eat books, 97. Recollet monks of Antwerp, 57. -Recuyell of the Historyes of Troye, 130. Reformation, destruction of books at, 9. Restoration of burnt books, 11. Richard of Bury, 47. Ringwalt's Encyclopaedia, 92. Rivets on books, 135. Rood and Hunte, 53. Rot caused by rain, 21. Royal Society, London, 71. Rubens' engraved titles in Plantin Museum, 122. -- autograph receipts, 122. Ruins of fire at Sotheby and Wilkinson's, 14. Rye (W. B.), 61, 83. St. Albans, Boke of, 54. St. Martin's-le-Grand, French church, 53. St. Paul's Cathedral, books burnt in vaults of, 10. Sale catalogues, extracts from, 119. Schoeffer (P.), 123. Schonsperger (Hans), 125. Schoolmaster and endowed library, 129. Scorched book at British Museum, 11. Scrolls of magic, 6. Serpent worship, 5. Servants and children as enemies of books, 131-144. Shakesperian discoveries, 58. "Shavings" of binders, 31. Sheldon (Archbishop), portrait by Logan, 126. Sib's Bowels opened, 121. Smith (Mr.), Brighton bookseller, 64. Sotheby and Wilkinson, 125. -- fire at their rooms, 14. Spring clean, horrors of, 133. Stark (Mr.), bookseller, 55-58. Stealing a Caxton, 54. Steam press, 40. Strasbourg, siege of, 13. Sun-light of gas, 29, 32. Sun worship, 5. Sylvester's Laws of Verse, 71.
Taylor, the water-poet, 121. Teylerian Museum, Haarlem, 128. Theurdanck, prints in, 125. Thonock Hall, library Of, 56. Timmins (Mr.), 50. Title-pages, collections sold, 122. -- volumes of, 118. Title-pages, old Dutch, 120. Tomicus Typographus, iox.
Utramontane Society, called "Old paper," 63, Unitarian library, 13, Universities destroy books, 9.
Value of books burnt by St. Paul, 4. Vanderberg (M.), 57. Vermin book-enemies, 94-102. Pox Piscis, 96.
Washing old books, x6. Water an enemy of books, 17-28. Waterhouse (Mr.), Si. Werdet (Edmond), 48, 57. Westbrook (W. J.), 102. Westminster Chapter-house, 97. -- skeletons of rats, 97. White (Adam), 83. Wolfenbuttel, library at, 23. Woodcuts, a Caxton celebration, 124. Wynken de Worde, fragment, 59.
Ximenes (Cardinal) destroys copies of the Koran, 8.