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BIBLIOMANIA IN THE MIDDLE AGESby
F. Somner Merryweather
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CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
In every century for more than two thousand years,
many men have owed their chief enjoyment of life to books. The bibliomaniac of
today had his prototype in ancient Rome, where book collecting was fashionable
as early as the first century of the Christian era. Four centuries earlier
there was an active trade in books at Athens, then the center of the book
production of the world. This center of literary activity shifted to Alexandria
during the third century BC through the patronage of Ptolemy Soter, the founder of the Alexandrian Museum, and of his
son, Ptolemy Philadelphus; and later to Rome, where it remained for many
centuries, and where bibliophiles and bibliomaniacs were gradually evolved, and
from whence in time other countries were invaded.
For the purposes of the present work the middle ages
cover the period beginning with the seventh century and ending with the time of
the invention of printing, or about seven hundred years, though they are more
accurately bounded by the years AD 500 and 1500 AD. It matters little, however,
since there is no attempt at chronological arrangement.
About the middle of the present century there began to
be a disposition to grant to medieval times their proper place in the history
of the preservation and dissemination of books, and Merryweather’s Bibliomania in the Middle Ages was one of the earliest works in English
devoted to the subject. Previous to that time, those ten centuries lying
between the fall of the Roman Empire and the revival of learning were generally
referred to as the Dark Ages, and historians and other writers were wont to
treat them as having been without learning or scholarship of any kind.
Even Mr. Hallam, with all that judicial temperament
and patient research to which we owe so much, could find no good to say of the
Church or its institutions, characterizing the early university as the abode of
"indigent vagabonds withdrawn from usual labor," and all monks as
positive enemies of learning.
The gloomy survey of Mr. Hallam, clouded no doubt by
his antipathy to all things ecclesiastical, served, however, to arouse the
interest of the period, which led to other studies with different results, and
later writers were able to discern below the surface of religious fanaticism
and superstition so characteristic of those centuries, much of interest in the
history of literature; to show that every age produced learned and inquisitive
men by whom books were highly prized and industriously collected for their own
sakes; in short, to rescue the period from the stigma of absolute illiteracy.
If the reader cares to pursue the subject further,
after going through the fervid defense of the love of books in the middle ages,
of which this is the introduction, he will find outside of its chapters
abundant evidence that the production and care of books was a matter of great
concern. In the pages of Mores Catholici; or Ages of Faith, by Mr. Kenelm
Digby, or of The Dark Ages, by Dr. S. R. Maitland, or of that great work of
recent years, Books and their Makers during the Middle Ages, by Mr. George
Haven Putnam, he will see vivid and interesting portraits of a great multitude
of medieval worthies who were almost lifelong lovers of learning and books, and
zealous laborers in preserving, increasing and transmitting them. And though
little of the mass that has come down to us was worthy of preservation on its
own account as literature, it is exceedingly interesting as a record of
centuries of industry in the face of such difficulties that to workers of a
later period might have seemed insurmountable.
A further fact worthy of mention is that book
production was from the art point of view fully abreast of the other arts
during the period, as must be apparent to anyone who examines the collections
in some of the libraries of Europe. Much of this beauty was wrought for the
love of the art itself. In the earlier centuries religious institutions
absorbed nearly all the social intellectual movements as well as the possession
of material riches and land. Kings and princes were occupied with distant wars
which impoverished them and deprived literature and art of that patronage
accorded to it in later times. There is occasional mention, however, of wealthy
laymen, whose religious zeal induced them to give large sums of money for the
copying and ornamentation of books; and there were in the abbeys and convents
lay brothers whose fervent spirits, burning with poetical imagination, sought
in these monastic retreats and the labor of writing, redemption from their past
sins. These men of faith were happy to consecrate their whole existence to the
ornamentation of a single sacred book, dedicated to the community, which gave
them in exchange the necessaries of life.
The labor of transcribing was held, in the
monasteries, to be a full equivalent of manual labor in the field. The rule of
St. Ferreol, written in the sixth century, says that,
"He who does not turn up the earth with the plough ought to write the
parchment with his fingers."
Mention has been made of the difficulties under which
books were produced; and this is a matter which we who enjoy the conveniences
of modern writing and printing can little understand. The hardships of the
scriptorium were greatest, of course, in winter. There were no fires in the
often damp and ill-lighted cells, and the cold in some of the parts of Europe
where books were produced must have been very severe. Parchment, the material
generally used for writing upon after the seventh century, was at some periods
so scarce that copyists were compelled to resort to the expedient of effacing
the writing on old and less esteemed manuscripts. The form of writing was stiff
and regular and therefore exceedingly slow and irksome.
In some of the monasteries the scriptorium was at
least at a later period, conducted more as a matter of commerce, and making of
books became in time very profitable. The Church continued to hold the keys of
knowledge and to control the means of productions; but the cloistered cell, where
the monk or the layman, who had a penance to work off for a grave sin, had
worked in solitude, gave way to the apartment specially set aside, where many
persons could work together, usually under the direction of a librarius or chief scribe. In the more carefully
constructed monasteries this apartment was so placed as to adjoin the
calefactory, which allowed the introduction of hot air, when needed.
The seriousness with which the business of copying was
considered is well illustrated by the consecration of the scriptorium which was
often done in words which may be thus translated: "Vouchsafe, O Lord, to
bless this work-room of thy servants, that all which they write therein may be
comprehended by their intelligence and realized in their work."
While the work of the scribes was largely that of copying the scriptures, gospels, and books of devotion required for the service of the church, there was a considerable trade in books of a more secular kind. Particularly was this so in England. The large measure of attention given to the production of books of legends and romances was a distinguishing feature of the literature of England at least three centuries previous to the invention of printing. At about the twelfth century and after, there was a very large production and sale of books under such headings as chronicles, satires, sermons, works of science and medicine, treatises on style, prose romances and epics in verse. Of course a large proportion of these were written in or translated from the Latin, the former indicating a pretty general knowledge of that language among those who could buy or read books at all. That this familiarity with the Latin tongue was not confined to any particular country is abundantly shown by various authorities.
Mr. Merryweather, whose
book, as has been intimated, is only a defense of bibliomania itself as it
actually existed in the middle ages, gives the reader but scant information as
to processes of book-making at that time. But thanks to the painstaking
research of others, these details are now a part of the general knowledge of
the development of the book. The following, taken from Mr. Theodore De Vinne's Invention of Printing, will, we think, be found
interesting:
"The size most in fashion was that now known as
the demy folio, of which the leaf is about ten inches wide and fifteen inches
long, but smaller sizes were often made. The space to be occupied by the
written text was mapped out with faint lines, so that the writer could keep his
letters on a line, at even distance from each other and within the prescribed
margin. Each letter was carefully drawn, and filled in or painted with repeated
touches of the pen. With good taste, black ink was most frequently selected for
the text; red ink was used only for the more prominent words, and the
catch-letters, then known as the rubricated letters. Sometimes texts were
written in blue, green, purple, gold or silver inks, but it was soon discovered
that texts in bright color were not so readable as texts in black.
"When the copyist had finished his sheet he
passed it to the designer, who sketched the border, pictures and initials. The
sheet was then given to the illuminator, who painted it. The ornamentation of a mediæval book of the first class is beyond
description by words or by wood cuts. Every inch of space was used. Its broad
margins were filled with quaint ornaments, sometimes of high merit, admirably
painted in vivid colors. Grotesque initials, which, with their flourishes,
often spanned the full height of the page, or broad bands of floriated tracery
that occupied its entire width, were the only indications of changes of chapter
or subject. In printer's phrase the composition was "close-up and solid"
to the extreme degree of compactness. The uncommonly free use of red ink for
the smaller initials was not altogether a matter of taste; if the page had been
written entirely in black ink it would have been unreadable through its
blackness. This nicety in writing consumed much time, but the medieval copyist
was seldom governed by considerations of time or expense. It was of little
consequence whether the book he transcribed would be finished in one or in ten
years. It was required only that he should keep at his work steadily and do his
best. His skill is more to be commended than his taste. Many of his initials
and borders were outrageously inappropriate for the text for which they were
designed. The gravest truths were hedged in the most childish conceits. Angels,
butterflies, goblins, clowns, birds, snails and monkeys, sometimes in artistic,
but much oftener in grotesque and sometimes in highly offensive positions are
to be found in the illuminated borders of copies of the gospels and writings of
the fathers.
"The book was bound by the forwarder, who sewed
the leaves and put them in a cover of leather or velvet; by the finisher, who
ornamented the cover with gilding and enamel. The illustration of book binding,
published by Amman in his Book of Trades, puts before us many of the implements
still in use. The forwarder, with his customary apron of leather, is in the
foreground, making use of a plow-knife for trimming the edges of a book. The
lying press, which rests obliquely against the block before him, contains a
book that has received the operation of backing-up from a queer shaped hammer
lying upon the floor. The workman at the end of the room is sewing together the
sections of a book, for sewing was properly regarded as a man's work, and a
scientific operation altogether beyond the capacity of the raw seamstress. The
work of the finisher is not represented, but the brushes, the burnishers, the
sprinklers and the wheel-shaped gilding tools hanging against the wall leave us
no doubt as to their use. There is an air of antiquity about everything
connected with this bookbindery which suggests the thought that its tools and
usages are much older than those of printing. Chevillier says that seventeen professional bookbinders found regular employment in making
up books for the University of Paris, as early as 1292. Wherever books were
produced in quantities, bookbinding was set apart as a business distinct from
that of copying.
"The poor students who copied books for their own use were also obliged to bind them, which they did in a simple but efficient manner by sewing together the folded sheets, attaching them to narrow parchment bands, the ends of which were made to pass through a cover of stout parchment at the joint near the back. The ends of the bands were then pasted down under the stiffening sheet of the cover, and the book was pressed. Sometimes the cover was made flexible by the omission of the stiffening sheet; sometimes the edges of the leaves were protected by flexible and overhanging flaps which were made to project over the covers; or by the insertion in the covers of stout leather strings with which the two covers were tied together. Ornamentation was entirely neglected, for a book of this character was made for use and not for show. These methods of binding were mostly applied to small books intended for the pocket; the workmanship was rough, but the binding was strong and serviceable."
The book of Mr. Merryweather,
here reprinted, is thought worthy of preservation in a series designed for the
library of the booklover. Its publication followed shortly after that of the
works of Digby and Maitland, but shows much original research and familiarity
with early authorities; and it is much more than either of these, or of any
book with which we are acquainted, a plea in defense of bibliomania in the
middle ages. Indeed the charm of the book may be said to rest largely upon the
earnestness with which he takes up his self-imposed task. One may fancy that
after all he found it not an easy one; in fact his "Conclusion" is a
kind of apology for not having made out a better case. But this he believes he
has proven, "that with all their superstition, with all their ignorance,
their blindness to philosophic light—the monks of old were hearty lovers of books;
that they encouraged learning, fostered it, and transcribed repeatedly the
books which they had rescued from the destruction of war and time; and so
kindly cherished and husbanded them as intellectual food for posterity. Such
being the case, let our hearts look charitably upon them; and whilst we pity
them for their superstition, or blame them for their pious frauds, love them as
brother men and workers in the mines of literature."
Of the author himself little can be learned. A
diligent search revealed little more than the entry in the London directory
which, in various years from 1840 to 1850, gives his occupation as that of
bookseller, at 14 King Street, Holborn. Indeed this is shown by the imprint of
the title-page of Bibliomania, which was published in 1849. He published during
the same year Dies Dominicæ, and in 1850 Glimmerings
in the Dark, and Lives and Anecdotes of Misers. The latter has been
immortalized by Charles Dickens as one of the books bought at the bookseller's
shop by Boffin, the Golden Dustman, and which was
read to him by the redoubtable Silas Wegg during
Sunday evenings at "Boffin's Bower."
Introductory Remarks
In recent times, in spite of all those outcries which have been so
repeatedly raised against the illiterate state of the dark ages, many and
valuable efforts have been made towards a just elucidation of those monkish
days. These labors have produced evidence of what few anticipated, and some
even now deny, viz., that here and there great glimmerings of learning are
perceivable; and although debased, and often barbarous too, they were not quite
so bad as historians have usually proclaimed them.
It may surprise some, however, that an attempt should be made to prove
that, in the olden time in merrie Englande,
a passion which Dibdin has christened Bibliomania,
existed then, and that there were many cloistered bibliophiles as warm and
enthusiastic in book collecting as the Doctor himself. But I must here crave
the patience of the reader, and ask him to refrain from denouncing what he may
deem a rash and futile attempt, till he has perused the volume and thought well
upon the many facts contained therein. I am aware that many of these facts are
known to all, but some, I believe, are familiar only to the antiquary—the lover
of musty parchments and the cobwebbed chronicles of a monastic age.
I have endeavored to bring these facts together—to connect and string them
into a continuous narrative, and to extract from them some light to guide us in
forming an opinion on the state of literature in those ages of darkness and
obscurity; and here let it be understood that I merely wish to give a fact as
history records it. I will not commence by saying the Middle Ages were dark and
miserably ignorant, and search for some poor isolated circumstance to prove it;
I will not affirm that this was pre-eminently the age in which real piety
flourished and literature was fondly cherished, and strive to find all those
facts which show its learning, purposely neglecting those which display its
unlettered ignorance: nor let it be deemed ostentation when I say that the
literary anecdotes and bookish memoranda now submitted to the reader have been
taken, where such a course was practicable, from the original sources, and the
references to the authorities from whence they are derived have been personally
consulted and compared.
Monachism
That the learning of the Middle Ages has been carelessly represented there
can be little doubt: our finest writers in the paths of history have employed
their pens in denouncing it; some have allowed difference of opinion as regards
ecclesiastical policy to influence their conclusions; and because the poor
scribes were monks, the most licentious principles, the most dismal ignorance
and the most repulsive crimes have been attributed to them. If the monks
deserved such reproaches from posterity, they have received no quarter; if they
possessed virtues as christians, and honorable
sentiments as men, they have met with no reward in the praise or respect of
this liberal age: they were monks! superstitious priests and followers of Rome!
What good could come of them?
It cannot be denied that there were crimes perpetrated by men aspiring to a
state of holy sanctity; there are instances to be met with of priests violating
the rules of decorum and morality; of monks reveling in the dissipating
pleasures of sensual enjoyments, and of nuns whose frail humanity could not
maintain the purity of their virgin vows. But these instances are too rare to
warrant the slanders and scurrility that historians have heaped upon them. And
when we talk of the sensuality of the monks, of their gross indulgences and
corporeal ease, we surely do so without discrimination; for when we speak of
the middle ages thus, our thoughts are dwelling on the sixteenth century, its
mocking piety and superstitious absurdity; but in the olden time of monastic
rule, before monachism had burst its ancient boundaries, there was surely
nothing physically attractive in the austere and dull monotony of a cloistered
life.
Look at the monk; mark his hard, dry studies, and his midnight prayers, his
painful fasting and mortifying of the flesh; what can we find in this to tempt
the epicure or the lover of indolence and sloth? They were fanatics, blind and
credulous—I grant it. They read gross legends, and put faith in traditionary
lies—I grant it; but do not say, for history will not prove it, that in the
middle ages the monks were wine bibbers and slothful gluttons. But let not the
Protestant reader be too hastily shocked. I am not defending the monastic
system, or the corruption of the cloister—far from it. I would see the
usefulness of man made manifest to the world; but the
measure of my faith teaches charity and forgiveness, and I can find in the
functions of the monk much that must have been useful in those dark days of
feudal tyranny and lordly despotism.
We much mistake the influence of the monks by mistaking their position; we
regard them as a class, but forget from whence they sprang; there was nothing
aristocratic about them, as their constituent parts sufficiently testify; they
were, perhaps, the best representatives of the people that could be named,
being derived from all classes of society. Thus Offa, the Saxon king, and Cædman, the rustic herdsman, were both monks. These are
examples by no means rare, and could easily be multiplied. Such being the case,
could not the monks more readily feel and sympathize with all, and more clearly
discern the frailties of their brother man, and by kind admonition or stern
reproof, mellow down the ferocity of a Saxon nature, or the proud heart of a
Norman tyrant?
But our object is not to analyze the social influence of Monachism in the
middle ages: much might be said against it, and many evils traced to the sad
workings of its evil spirit, but still withal something may be said in favor of
it, and those who regard its influence in those days alone may find more to
admire and defend than they expected, or their Protestant prejudices like to
own.
But, leaving these things, I have only to deal with such remains as relate
to the love of books in those times. I would show the means then in existence
of acquiring knowledge, the scarcity or plentitude of books, the extent of
their libraries, and the rules regulating them; and bring forward those facts
which tend to display the general routine of a literary monk, or the prevalence
of Bibliomania in those days.
Book Destroyers
It is well known that the great national and private libraries of Europe
possess immense collections of manuscripts, which were produced and transcribed
in the monasteries, during the middle ages, thousands there are in the rich
alcoves of the Vatican at Rome, unknown save to a choice and favored few;
thousands there are in the royal library of France, and thousands too reposing
on the dusty shelves of the Bodleian and Cottonian libraries in England; and
yet, these numbers are but a small portion—a mere relic—of the intellectual
productions of a past and obscure age.
The barbarians, who so frequently convulsed the more civilized portions of
Europe, found a morbid pleasure in destroying those works which bore evidence
to the mental superiority of their enemies. In England, the Saxons, the Danes,
and the Normans were each successively the destroyers of literary productions.
The Saxon Chronicle, that invaluable repository of the events of so many years,
bears ample testimony to numerous instances of the loss of libraries and works
of art, from fire, or by the malice of designing foes.
At some periods, so general was this destruction, so unquenchable the
rapacity of those who caused it, that instead of feeling surprised at the
manuscripts of those ages being so few and scanty, we have cause rather to
wonder that so many have been preserved. For even the numbers which escaped the
hands of the early and unlettered barbarians met with an equally ignominious
fate from those for whom it would be impossible to hold up the darkness of
their age as a plausible excuse for the commission of this egregious folly.
Effects of the Reformation on Monkish Learning, etc.
These men over whose sad deeds the bibliophile sighs with mournful regret,
were those who carried out the Reformation, so glorious in its results; but the
righteousness of the means by which those results were effected are very equivocal indeed. When men form themselves into a faction and strive
for the accomplishment of one purpose, criminal deeds are perpetrated with
impunity, which, individually they would blush and scorn to do; they feel no
direct responsibility, no personal restraint; and, such as possess fierce
passions, under the cloak of an organized body, give them vent and
gratification; and those whose better feelings lead them to contemplate upon
these things content themselves with the conclusion, that out of evil cometh
good. (In France, in the year 1790, in full Age of Reason, God bless the
Atheism, in the name of Science and Progress, God bless the Academy: 4 million
194 thousand volumes were burnt belonging to the suppressed monasteries, and
about 25,000 of these were manuscripts).
The noble art of printing was unable, with all its rapid movements, to
rescue from destruction the treasures of the monkish age; the advocates of the
Reformation eagerly sought for and as eagerly destroyed those old popish
volumes, doubtless there was much folly, much exaggerated superstition
pervading them; but there was also some truth, a few facts worth knowing, and
perhaps a little true piety also, and it would have been no difficult matter to
have discriminated between the good and the bad. But the careless grants of a
licentious monarch conferred a monastery on a court favorite or political partizan without one thought for the preservation of its
contents.
It is true a few years after the dissolution of these houses, the
industrious Leland was appointed to search and rummage over their libraries and
to preserve any relic worthy of such an honor; but it was too late, less
learned hands had rifled those parchment collections long ago, mutilated their
finest volumes by cutting out with childish pleasure the illuminations with
which they were adorned; tearing off the bindings for the gold claps which
protected the treasures within, and chopping up huge folios as fuel for their
blazing hearths, and immense collections were sold as waste paper. (In England:
"About this time -Feb. 25, 1550- the Council book mentions the king's
sending a letter for the purging his library at Westminster. The persons are
not named, but the business was to cull out all superstitious books, as
missals, legends, and such like, and to deliver the garniture of the books,
being either gold or silver, to Sir Anthony Aucher.
These books were many of them plated with gold and silver and curiously
embossed. This, as far as we can collect, was the superstition that destroyed
them. Here avarice had a very thin disguise, and the courtiers discovered of
what spirit they were to a remarkable degree").
Bale, a strenuous opponent of the monks, thus deplores the loss of their
books:
"Never had we been offended for the loss of our libraries being so many
in number and in so desolate places for the most part, if the chief monuments
and most notable works of our excellent writers had been reserved, if there had
been in every shire of England but one solemn library to the preservation of
those noble workers, and preferrement of good
learnings in our posterity it had been yet somewhat. But to destroy all without
consideration, is and will be unto England for ever a
most horrible infamy among the grave seniours of
other nation. A great number of them which purchased those superstitious
mansions reserved of those library books, some to serve their jakes, some to
scour their candelstickes, and some to rubbe their boots; some they sold to the grossers and sope sellers, and some they sent over
see to the bokebinders, not in small number,
but at times whole shippes full. I know a merchant
man, which shall at this Time be nameless, that bought the contents of two
noble libraries for 11 shillings price, a shame is it to be spoken. This stuff
had he occupyed in the stide of grave paper for the space of more than these ten years, and yet had store
enough for as many years to come. A prodigious example is this, and to be
abhorred of all men who love their natyon as they
should do."
However pernicious the Roman religion might have been in its practice, it
argues little to the honor of the reformers to have used such means as this to
effect its cure; had they merely destroyed those productions connected with the
controversies of the day, we might perhaps have excused it, on the score of
party feeling; but those who were commissioned to visit the public libraries of
the kingdom were often men of prejudiced intellects and shortsighted wisdom,
and it frequently happened that an ignorant and excited mob became the
executioners of whole collections. (In the reign of Edward VI: "least
their impiety and foolishness in this act should be further wanting, they
brought it to pass that certain rude young men should carry this great spoil of
books about the city on biers, which being so done, to set them down in the
common market place, and then burn them, to the sorrow of many, as well as of
the Protestants as of the other party. This was by them styled 'the funeral of
Scotus the Scotists'. So that at this time and all
this king's reign was seldom seen anything in the universities but books of
poetry, grammar, idle songs, and frivolous stuff").
It would be impossible now to estimate the loss. Manuscripts of ancient and
classic date would in their hands receive no more respect than some dry husky
folio on ecclesiastical policy; indeed, they often destroyed the works of their
own party through sheer ignorance. In a letter sent by Dr. Cox to William
Paget, Secretary, he writes that the proclamation for burning books had been
the occasion of much hurt. "For New Testaments and Bibles (not condemned
by proclamation) have been burned, and that, out of parish churches and good
men's houses. They have burned innumerable of the king's majesties books
concerning our religion lately set forth." The ignorant thus delighted to
destroy that which they did not understand, and the factional spirit of the
more enlightened would not allow them to make one effort for the preservation
of those valuable relics of early English literature, which crowded the shelves
of the monastic libraries; the sign of the cross, the use of red letters on the
title page, the illuminations representing saints, or the diagrams and circles
of a mathematical nature, were at all times deemed sufficient evidence of their
popish origin and fitness for the flames.
When we consider the immense number of MSS. thus destroyed, we cannot help
suspecting that, if they had been carefully preserved and examined, many
valuable and original records would have been discovered. The catalogues of old
monastic establishments, although containing a great proportion of works on
divine and ecclesiastical learning, testify that the monks did not confine
their studies exclusively to legendary tales or superstitious missals, but that
they also cultivated a taste for classical and general learning. Doubtless, in
the ruin of the sixteenth century, many original works of monkish authors
perished, and the splendor of the transcript rendered it still more liable to
destruction; but I confess, as old Fuller quaintly says, that "there were
many volumes full fraught with superstition which, notwithstanding, might be
useful to learned men, except any will deny apothecaries the privilege of
keeping poison in their shops, when they can make antidotes of them. But besides
this, what beautiful bibles! Rare fathers! Subtle schoolmen! Useful historians!
Ancient! Middle! Modern! What painful comments were here amongst them! What
monuments of mathematics all massacred together!"
More than a cart load of manuscripts were taken away from Merton College
and destroyed, and a vast number from the Baliol and New Colleges, Oxford; but
these instances might be infinitely multiplied, so terrible were those
intemperate outrages. All this tends to enforce upon us the necessity of using
considerable caution in forming an opinion of the nature and extent of learning
prevalent during those ages which preceded the discovery of the art of
printing.
Edward VI of England, the Book Destroyer |