t and coaxing manner in which,
by the skill of Herring or Mackinlay,[59] "leaf succeeds to leaf"--he
can no longer bear up against the temptation--and, confessing himself
vanquished, purchases, and retreats--exclaiming with Virgil's
shepherd--

Ut vidi, ut perii--ut me malus abstulit error!

[Footnote 59: At page 8, note--the reader has been led to
expect a few remarks upon the luxuriancy of modern
book-binding. Mr. Roscoe, in his Lorenzo de Medici, vol.
ii., p. 79., edit. 8vo., has defended the art with so much
skill that nothing further need be said in commendation of
it. Admitting every degree of merit to our present
fashionable binders, and frankly allowing them the
superiority over De Rome, Padaloup, and the old school of
binding, I cannot but wish to see revived those beautiful
portraits, arabesque borders, and sharp angular ornaments,
that are often found on the outsides of books bound in the
16th century, with calf leather, upon oaken boards. These
brilliant decorations almost make us forget the ivory
crucifix, guarded with silver doors, which is frequently
introduced in the interior of the sides of the binding. Few
things are more gratifying to a genuine collector than a
fine copy of a book in its _original binding_!]

V. _Copies printed on vellum._ A desire for works printed in this
manner is an equally strong and general symptom of the Bibliomania;
but as these works are rarely to be obtained of modern[60] date, the
collector is obliged to have recourse to specimens, executed three
centuries ago, in the printing-offices of Aldus, Verard, and the
Juntae. Although the Bibliotheque Imperiale, at Paris, and the library
of Count Macarty, at Toulouse, are said to contain the greatest number
of books printed upon vellum, yet, those who have been fortunate
enough to see copies of this kind in the libraries of his Majesty, the
Duke of Marlborough, Earl Spencer, Mr. Johnes, and the late Mr.
Cracherode (now in the British Museum), need not travel on the
Continent for the sake of being convinced of their exquisite beauty
and splendour. Mr. Edward's _unique_ copy (he will forgive the
epithet) of the first Livy, upon vellum, is a Library of itself!--and
the recent discovery of a vellum copy of Wynkyn De Worde's reprint of
_Juliana Barnes's book_,[61] complete in every respect, [to say
nothing of his Majesty's similar copy of Caxt