to devote a long period of time to travel; these were the
considerations that induced him finally to part with his
treasures. ``I have never regretted having sold them,'' he said.
``Two years after the sale the Chicago fire came along. Had I
retained those books, every one of them would have been lost.''
Mrs. Rice shared her husband's
enthusiasm for books. Whenever a
new invoice arrived, the two would lock themselves in their room,
get down upon their knees on the floor, open the box, take out
the treasures and gloat over them, together! Noble lady! she was
such a wife as any good man might be proud of. They were very
happy in their
companionship on earth, were my dear old friends.
He was the first to go; their
separation was short; together once
more and forever they share the illimitable joys which await all
lovers of good books when
virtue hath mournfully writ the
colophon to their human careers.
Although Mr. Rice survived the sale of his
remarkable library a
period of twenty-six years, he did not get together again a
collection of books that he was
willing to call a library. His
first
collection was so
remarkable that he preferred to have his
fame rest
wholly upon it. Perhaps he was wise; yet how few
collectors there are who would have done as he did.
As for myself, I
verily believe that, if by fire or by water my
library should be destroyed this night, I should start in again
to-morrow upon the
collection of another library. Or if I did
not do this, I should lay myself down to die, for how could I
live without the
companionships to which I have ever been
accustomed, and which have grown as dear to me as life itself?
Whenever Judge Methuen is in a jocular mood and wishes to tease
me, he asks me whether I have forgotten the time when I was
possessed of a spirit of
reform and registered a
solemn vow in
high heaven to buy no more books. Teasing, says Victor Hugo, is
the
malice of good men; Judge Methuen means no evil when he
recalls that
weakness--the one
weakness in all my career.
No, I have not forgotten that time; I look back upon it with a
shudder of
horror, for
wretched indeed would have been my
existence had I carried into effect the
project I devised at that
remote period!
Dr. O'Rell has an interesting theory which you will find recorded
in the published proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences
(vol. xxxiv., p. 216). Or, if you cannot
procure copies of that
work, it may serve your purpose to know that the doctor's theory
is to this effect--viz., that bibliomania does not
deserve the
name of bibliomania until it is exhibited in the second stage.
For
secondary bibliomania there is no known cure; the few cases
reported as having been cured were
doubtless not bibliomania at
all, or, at least, were what we of the
faculty call false or
chicken bibliomania.
``In false bibliomania, which,'' says Dr. O'Rell, ``is the
primary stage of the grand passion--the vestibule to the main
edifice --the usual symptoms are flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes,
a bounding pulse, and quick
respiration. This period of
exaltation is not unfrequently followed by a condition of
collapse in which we find the
victim pale, pulseless, and
dejected. He is pursued and tormented of
imaginaryhorrors, he
reproaches himself for
imaginary crimes, and he implores
piteously for
relief from fancied dangers. The
sufferer now
stands in a
slippery place; unless his case is treated
intelligently he will issue from that period of gloom cured of
the sweetest of madnesses, and doomed to a life of singular
uselessness.
``But
properly treated,'' continues Dr. O'Rell, ``and
particularly if his
spiritual needs be ministered to, he can be
brought
safely through this period of
collapse into a condition
of reenforced exaltation, which is the true, or
secondary stage
of, bibliomania, and for which there is no cure known to
humanity.''
I should trust Dr. O'Rell's judgment in this matter, even if I
did not know from experience that it was true. For Dr. O'Rell is
the most famous authority we have in bibliomania and kindred
maladies. It is he (I make the information known at the risk of
offending the
ethics of the profession)--it is he who discovered
the bacillus librorum, and, what is still more important and
still more to his glory, it is he who invented that subtle lymph