Fire
By William Blades
THERE are many of the forces of Nature which tend to injure Books; but
among them all not one has been half so destructive as Fire. It would
be tedious to write out a bare list only of the numerous libraries and
bibliographical treasures which, in one way or another, have been seized
by the Fire-king as his own. Chance conflagrations, fanatic
incendiarism, judicial bonfires, and even household stoves have, time
after time, thinned the treasures as well as the rubbish of past ages,
until, probably, not one thousandth part of the books that have been are
still extant. This destruction cannot, however, be reckoned as all
loss; for had not the “cleansing fires” removed mountains of rubbish
from our midst, strong destructive measures would have become a
necessity from sheer want of space in which to store so many volumes.
Before the invention of Printing, books were comparatively scarce;
and, knowing as we do, how very difficult it is, even after the
steam-press has been working for half a century, to make a collection of
half a million books, we are forced to receive with great incredulity
the accounts in old writers of the wonderful extent of ancient
libraries.
The historian Gibbon, very incredulous in many things, accepts
without questioning the fables told upon this subject. No doubt the
libraries of MSS. collected generation after generation by the Egyptian
Ptolemies became, in the course of time, the most extensive ever then
known; and were famous throughout the world for the costliness of their
ornamentation, and importance of their untold contents. Two of these
were at Alexandria, the larger of which was in the quarter called
Bruchium. These volumes, like all manuscripts of those early ages, were
written on sheets of parchment, having a wooden roller at each end so
that the reader needed only to unroll a portion at a time. During
Caesar’s Alexandrian War, B.C. 48, the larger collection was consumed
by fire and again burnt by the Saracens in A.D. 640. An immense loss was
inflicted upon mankind thereby; but when we are told of 700,000, or even
500,000 of such volumes being destroyed we instinctively feel that such
numbers must be a great exaggeration. Equally incredulous must we be
when we read of half a million volumes being burnt at Carthage some
centuries later, and other similar accounts.
Among the earliest records of the wholesale destruction of Books is
that narrated by St. Luke, when, after the preaching of Paul, many of
the Ephesians “which used curious arts brought their books together, and
burned them before all men: and they counted the price of them, and
found it 50,000 pieces of silver” (Acts xix, 19). Doubtless
these books of idolatrous divination and alchemy, of enchantments and
witchcraft, were righteously destroyed by those to whom they had been
and might again be spiritually injurious; and doubtless had they escaped
the fire then, not one of them would have survived to the present time,
no MS.of that age being now extant. Nevertheless, I must confess to a
certain amount of mental disquietude and uneasiness when I think of
books worth 50,000 denarii—or, speaking roughly, say
£18,750, of our modern money being made into
bonfires. What curious illustrations of early heathenism, of Devil
worship, of Serpent worship, of Sun worship, and other archaic forms of
religion; of early astrological and chemical lore, derived from the
Egyptians, the Persians, the Greeks; what abundance of superstitious
observances and what is now termed “Folklore”; what riches, too, for the
philological student, did those many books contain, and how famous would
the library now be that could boast of possessing but a few of them.
The ruins of Ephesus bear unimpeachable evidence that the City was
very extensive and had magnificent buildings. It was one of the free
cities, governing itself. Its trade in shrines and idols was very
extensive, being spread through all known lands. There the magical arts
were remarkably prevalent, and notwithstanding the numerous converts
made by the early Christians, the <gr ‘Efesia grammata>, or little
scrolls upon which magic sentences were written, formed an extensive
trade up to the fourth century. These “writings” were used for
divination, as a protection against the “evil eye,” and generally as
charms against all evil.They were carried about the person, so that
probably thousands of them were thrown into the flames by St. Paul’s
hearers when his glowing words convinced them of their superstition.
Imagine an open space near the grand Temple of Diana, with fine
buildings around. Slightly raised above the crowd, the Apostle,
preaching with great power and persuasion concerning superstition, holds
in thrall the assembled multitude. On the outskirts of the crowd are
numerous bonfires, upon which Jew and Gentile are throwing into the
flames bundle upon bundle of scrolls, while an Asiarch with his
peace-officers looks on with the conventional stolidity of policemen in
all ages and all nations. It must have been an impressive scene, and
many a worse subject has been chosen for the walls of the Royal Academy.
Books in those early times, whether orthodox or heterodox, appear to
have had a precarious existence. The heathens at each fresh outbreak of
persecution burnt all the Christian writings they could find, and the
Christians, when they got the upper hand, retaliated with interest upon
the pagan literature. The Mohammedan reason for destroying books—“If
they contain what is in the Koran they are superfluous, and if they
contain anything opposed to it they are immoral,” seems, indeed,
mutatis mutandis, to have been the general rule for all such
devastators.
The Invention of Printing made the entire destruction of any author’s
works much more difficult, so quickly and so extensively did books
spread through all lands. On the other hand, as books multiplied, so
did destruction go hand in hand with production, and soon were printed
books doomed to suffer in the same penal fires, that up to then had been
fed on MSS. only.
At Cremona, in 1569, 12,000 books printed in Hebrew were publicly
burnt as heretical, simply on account of their language; and Cardinal
Ximenes, at the capture of Granada, treated 5,000 copies of the Koran in
the same way.
At the time of the Reformation in England a great destruction of
books took place. The antiquarian Bale, writing in 1587, thus speaks of
the shameful fate of the Monastic libraries:--
“A greate nombre of them whyche purchased those superstycyouse
mansyons (Monasteries) reserved of those librarye bookes some
to serve their jakes, some to scoure theyr candelstyckes, and some
to rubbe theyr bootes. Some they solde to the grossers and sope
sellers, and some they sent over see to yeS booke bynders, not in
small nombre, but at tymes whole shyppes full, to yeS, wonderynge of
foren nacyons. Yea yeS. Universytees of thys realme are not alle
clere in thys detestable fact. But cursed is that bellye whyche
seketh to be fedde with suche ungodlye gaynes, and so depelye
shameth hys natural conterye. I knowe a merchant manne, whych shall
at thys tyme be namelesse, that boughte yeS contentes of two noble
lybraryes for forty shyllynges pryce: a shame it is to be spoken.
Thys stuffe hathe heoccupyed in yeS stede of greye paper, by yeS,
space of more than these ten yeares, and yet he bathe store ynoughe
for as manye years to come. A prodygyous example is thys, and to be
abhorred of all men whyche love theyr nacyon as they shoulde do.
The monkes kepte them undre dust, yeS, ydle-headed prestes regarded
them not, theyr latter owners have most shamefully abused them, and
yeS covetouse merchantes have solde them away into foren nacyons for
moneye.”
How the imagination recoils at the idea of Caxton’s translation of
the Metamorphoses of Ovid, or perhaps his “Lyf of therle of Oxenforde,”
together with many another book from our first presses, not a fragment
of which do we now possess, being used for baking “pyes.”
At the Great Fire of London in 1666, the number of books burnt was
enormous. Not only in private houses and Corporate and Church libraries
were priceless collections reduced to cinders, but an immense stock of
books removed from Paternoster Row by the Stationers for safety was
burnt to ashes in the vaults of St. Paul’s Cathedral.
Coming nearer to our own day, how thankful we ought to be for the
preservation of the Cotton Library. Great was the consternation in the
literary world of 1731 when they heard of the fire at Ashburnham House,
Westminster, where, at that time, the Cotton MSS. were deposited. By
great exertions the fire was conquered, but not before many MSS. had
been quite destroyed and many others injured. Much skill was shown in
the partial restoration of these books, charred almost beyond
recognition; they were carefully separated leaf by leaf, soaked in a
chemical solution, and then pressed flat between sheets of transparent
paper. A curious heap of scorched leaves, previous to any treatment,
and looking like a monster wasps’ nest, may be seen in a glass case in
the MS. department of the British Museum, showing the condition to which
many other volumes had been reduced.
Just a hundred years ago the mob, in the “Birmingham Riots,” burnt
the valuable library of Dr. Priestley, and in the “Gordon Riots” were
burnt the literary and other collections of Lord Mansfield, the
celebrated judge, he who had the courage first to decide that the Slave
who reached the English shore was thenceforward a free man. The loss of
the latter library drew from the poet Cowper two short and weak poems.
The poet first deplores the destruction of the valuable printed books,
and then the irretrievable loss to history by the burning of his
Lordship’s many personal manuscripts and contemporary documents.
“Their pages mangled, burnt and torn,
The loss was his alone;
But ages yet to come shall mourn
The burning of his own.”
The second poem commences with the following doggerel:--
“When Wit and Genius meet their doom
In all-devouring Flame,
They tell us of the Fate of Rome
And bid us fear the same.”
The much finer and more extensive library of Dr. Priestley was left
unnoticed and unlamented by the orthodox poet, who probably felt a
complacent satisfaction at the destruction of heterodox books, the owner
being an Unitarian Minister.
The magnificent library of Strasbourg was burnt by the shells of the
German Army in 1870. Then disappeared for ever, together with other
unique documents, the original records of the famous law-suits between
Gutenberg, one of the first Printers, and his partners, upon the right
understanding of which depends the claim of Gutenberg to the invention
of the Art. The flames raged between high brick walls, roaring louder
than a blast furnace. Seldom, indeed, have Mars and Pluto had so dainty
a sacrifice offered at their shrines; for over all the din of battle,
and the reverberation of monster artillery, the burning leaves of the
first printed Bible and many another priceless volume were wafted into
the sky, the ashes floating for miles on the heated air, and carrying to
the astonished countryman the first news of the devastation of his
Capital.
When the Offor Collection was put to the hammer by Messrs Sotheby and
Wilkinson, the well-known auctioneers of Wellington Street, and when
about three days of the sale had been gone through, a Fire occurred in
the adjoining house, and, gaining possession of the Sale Rooms, made a
speedy end of the unique Bunyan and other rarities then on show. I was
allowed to see the Ruins on the following day, and by means of a ladder
and some scrambling managed to enter the Sale Room where parts of the
floor still remained. It was a fearful sight those scorched rows of
Volumes still on the shelves; and curious was it to notice how the
flames, burning off the backs of the books first, had then run up behind
the shelves, and so attacked the fore-edge of the volumes standing upon
them, leaving the majority with a perfectly untouched oval centre of
white paper and plain print, while the whole surrounding parts were but
a mass of black cinders. The salvage was sold in one lot for a small
sum, and the purchaser, after a good deal of sorting and mending and
binding placed about 1,000 volumes for sale at Messrs. Puttick and
Simpson’s in the following year.
So, too, when the curious old Library which was in a gallery of the
Dutch Church, Austin Friars, was nearly destroyed in the fire which
devastated the Church in 1862, the books which escaped were sadly
injured. Not long before I had spent some hours there hunting for
English Fifteenth-century Books, and shall never forget the state of
dirt in which I came away. Without anyone to care for them, the books
had remained untouched for many a decade-damp dust, half an inch thick,
having settled upon them! Then came the fire, and while the roof was
all ablaze streams of hot water, like a boiling deluge, washed down upon
them. The wonder was they were not turned into a muddy pulp. After all
was over, the whole of the library, no portion of which could legally be
given away, was lent for ever to the Corporation of London.
Scorched and sodden, the salvage came into the hands of Mr. Overall,
their indefatigable librarian. In a hired attic, he hung up the volumes
that would bear it over strings like clothes, to dry, and there for
weeks and weeks were the stained, distorted volumes, often without
covers, often in single leaves, carefully tended and dry-nursed.
Washing, sizing, pressing, and binding effected wonders, and no one who
to-day looks upon the attractive little alcove in the Guildhall Library
labelled “Bibliotheca Ecclesiae Londonino-Belgiae” and sees the
rows of handsomely-lettered backs, could imagine that not long ago this,
the most curious portion of the City’s literary collections, was in a
state when a five-pound note would have seemed more than full value for
the lot.
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