the love affairs of a bibliomaniac-第3章
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tic shudder and tingle do I recall Captivity's overpowering sense of horror； and mine； as we lingered long over the portraitures of Timothy flying from Sin； of Xerxes laid out in funeral garb； and of proud Korah's troop partly submerged。
My Book and Heart Must never part。
So runs one of the couplets in this little Primer…book； and right truly can I say that from the springtime day sixty…odd years ago； when first my heart went out in love to this little book； no change of scene or of custom no allurement of fashion； no demand of mature years； has abated that love。 And herein is exemplified the advantage which the love of books has over the other kinds of love。 Women are by nature fickle； and so are men； their friendships are liable to dissipation at the merest provocation or the slightest pretext。
Not so； however； with books； for books cannot change。 A thousand years hence they are what you find them to…day； speaking the same words； holding forth the same cheer； the same promise； the same comfort； always constant； laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep。
Captivity Waite was an exception to the rule governing her sex。 In all candor I must say that she approached closely to a realization of the ideals of a booka sixteenmo； if you please； fair to look upon； of clear； clean type； well ordered and well edited； amply margined； neatly bound； a human look whose text； as represented by her disposition and her mind； corresponded felicitously with the comeliness of her exterior。 This child was the great…great…granddaughter of Benjamin Waite； whose family was carried off by Indians in 1677。 Benjamin followed the party to Canada； and after many months of search found and ransomed the captives。
The historian has properly said that the names of Benjamin Waite and his companion in their perilous journey through the wilderness to Canada should ‘‘be memorable in all the sad or happy homes of this Connecticut valley forever。'' The child who was my friend in youth； and to whom I may allude occasionally hereafter in my narrative； bore the name of one of the survivors of this Indian outrage； a name to be revered as a remembrancer of sacrifice and heroism。
II
THE BIRTH OF A NEW PASSION
When I was thirteen years old I went to visit my Uncle Cephas。 My grandmother would not have parted with me even for that fortnight had she not actually been compelled to。 It happened that she was called to a meeting of the American Tract Society； and it was her intention to pay a visit to her cousin； Royall Eastman； after she had discharged the first and imperative duty she owed the society。 Mrs。 Deacon Ranney was to have taken me and provided for my temporal and spiritual wants during grandmother's absence； but at the last moment the deacon came down with one of his spells of quinsy； and no other alternative remained but to pack me off to Nashua； where my Uncle Cephas lived。
This involved considerable expense； for the stage fare was three shillings each way： it came particularly hard on grandmother。 inasmuch as she had just paid her road tax and had not yet received her semi…annual dividends on her Fitchburg Railway stock。 Indifferent； however； to every sense of extravagance and to all other considerations except those of personal pride； I rode away atop of the stage…coach； full of exultation。 As we rattled past the Waite house I waved my cap to Captivity and indulged in the pleasing hope that she would be lonesome without me。 Much of the satisfaction of going away arises from the thought that those you leave behind are likely to be wretchedly miserable during your absence。
My Uncle Cephas lived in a house so very different from my grandmother's that it took me some time to get used to the place。 Uncle Cephas was a lawyer； and his style of living was not at all like grandmother's； he was to have been a minister； but at twelve years of age he attended the county fair； and that incident seemed to change the whole bent of his life。 At twenty…one he married Samantha Talbott； and that was another blow to grandmother； who always declared that the Talbotts were a shiftless lot。 However； I was agreeably impressed with Uncle Cephas and Aunt 'Manthy； for they welcomed me very cordially and turned me over to my little cousins； Mary and Henry； and bade us three make merry to the best of our ability。 These first favorable impressions of my uncle's family were confirmed when I discovered that for supper we had hot biscuit and dried beef warmed up in cream gravy； a diet which； with all due respect to grandmother； I considered much more desirable than dry bread and dried… apple sauce。
Aha； old Crusoe！ I see thee now in yonder case smiling out upon me as cheerily as thou didst smile those many years ago when to a little boy thou broughtest the message of Romance！ And I do love thee still； and I shall always love thee； not only for thy benefaction in those ancient days； but also for the light and the cheer which thy genius brings to all ages and conditions of humanity。
My Uncle Cephas's library was stored with a large variety of pleasing literature。 I did not observe a glut of theological publications； and I will admit that I felt somewhat aggrieved personally when； in answer to my inquiry； I was told that there was no ‘‘New England Primer'' in the collection。 But this feeling was soon dissipated by the absorbing interest I took in De Foe's masterpiece； a work unparalleled in the realm of fiction。
I shall not say that ‘‘Robinson Crusoe'' supplanted the Primer in my affections； this would not be true。 I prefer to say what is the truth； it was my second love。 Here again we behold another advantage which the lover of books has over the lover of women。 If he be a genuine lover he can and should love any number of books； and this polybibliophily is not to the disparagement of any one of that number。 But it is held by the expounders of our civil and our moral laws that he who loveth one woman to the exclusion of all other women speaketh by that action the best and highest praise both of his own sex and of hers。
I thank God continually that it hath been my lot in life to found an empire in my heart no cramped and wizened borough wherein one jealous mistress hath exercised her petty tyranny； but an expansive and ever…widening continent divided and subdivided into dominions； jurisdictions； caliphates； chiefdoms； seneschalships； and prefectures； wherein tetrarchs； burgraves； maharajahs； palatines； seigniors； caziques； nabobs； emirs； nizams； and nawabs hold sway； each over his special and particular realm； and all bound together in harmonious cooperation by the conciliating spirit of polybibliophily！
Let me not be misunderstood； for I am not a woman…hater。 I do not regret the acquaintancesnay； the friendshipsI have formed with individuals of the other sex。 As a philosopher it has behooved me to study womankind； else I should not have appreciated the worth of these other better loves。 Moreover； I take pleasure in my age in associating this precious volume or that with one woman or another whose friendship came into my life at the time when I was reading and loved that book。
The other day I found my nephew William swinging in the hammock on the porch with his girl friend Celia； I saw that the young people were reading Ovid。 ‘‘My children；'' said I； ‘‘count this day a happy one。 In the years of after life neither of you will speak or think of Ovid and his tender verses without recalling at the same moment how of a gracious afternoon in distant time you sat side by side contemplating the ineffably precious promises of maturity and love。''
I am not sure that I do not approve that article in Judge Methuen's creed which insists that in this life of ours woman serves a probationary period for sins of omission or of commission in a previous existence； and that woman's next step upward toward the final eternity of bliss is a period of longer or of shorter duration； in which her soul enters into a book to be petted； fondled； beloved and cherished by some good manlike the Judge； or like myself； for that matter。
This theory is not an unpleasant one；
