"Business, eh! And how long is it since the burdens of business have fallen on your young shoulders?"
"Since yesterday."
"And already you are bowed to the earth with worry?" commented his father playfully. "Come, son, what"s troubling you?"
"The school paper."
"Not going to be able to put it through?"
"Oh, it"s not that," said Paul quickly. "We are going to put it through all right, although at this moment I don"t exactly see how. I had no idea it cost so much to get a paper printed."
"It isn"t the actual printing, so much as the typesetting and all that goes with it, that makes printing an expensive job," explained Mr.
Cameron. "Just now, too, paper and ink cost a great deal, and labor is high."
"Did people always have to pay so much for paper?"
"People didn"t always use to have paper, my son."
Paul opened his eyes.
"What did they print on, then?"
"They didn"t have printing presses, either," answered Mr. Cameron. "Long ago people did not care so much for reading as we do now. Most of them hadn"t education enough to read a book or a paper if they had had one.
In fact, many kings, bishops, and persons of rank could neither read nor write. Charlemagne could not sign his own name. The era before the Renaissance was an age of unbelievable ignorance. It is a marvel that with the turmoil of war and the utter lack of interest in anything intellectual any learning came out of the period."
"But aren"t there very old writings in some of the museums?"
"Yes, we have ma.n.u.scripts of very ancient date," agreed his father.
"Much of the matter in them however--material such as the Norse Sagas and the Odes of Horace--were handed down by word of mouth and were not written until long after they had been chanted or sung. Poets and minstrels pa.s.sed on their tales to other bards; had they not done so, Homer, Ossian, and the Sanscrit Vedas would have been lost to us. A metric arrangement of the stories was probably made to aid the singers in remembering their subject matter. You know how much easier it is to memorize something that has a swing or rhythm?"
Paul nodded.
"That without question accounts for the poetic form in which some of our oldest literature has come down to us," Mr. Cameron said. "Then, as good luck would have it, Roman and Greek slaves were compelled to copy many of the writings of the time on long rolls of vellum or papyrus, and in that way more of the ancient literature was preserved. There was only a small reading public in either Rome or Greece, and those who were interested in books could secure what they wished through professional scribes, or could listen to readings of the cla.s.sics from the portico of some rich n.o.bleman who had been fortunate enough to secure a copy of some rare poem or play. Often, too, such things were read in the baths, which in those days took the place of our modern clubs."
"And that was the way we got our early books?"
"Yes. There were slaves whose duty it was to do nothing but copy ma.n.u.scripts for their masters. They were given food, shelter, and clothing in return for their labors. Of course they were not an educated cla.s.s of workers, and in consequence they often made mistakes; but they served to prevent the total destruction of such cla.s.sics as--"
"Caesar"s Commentaries, I suppose," interrupted Paul mischievously.
"Caesar"s writings would have been a great loss," declared his father good-humoredly.
"Not to me! Nor Cicero"s either."
"But are they not all old and interesting as a relic of history?"
"They are more interesting now that you have told me something about them," admitted Paul, with characteristic honesty.
"Oh, you would find many interesting and even amusing incidents connected with these early writings, were you to study into the matter,"
continued Mr. Cameron. "Fancy, for example, a hand-written scroll of a book selling for the equivalent of two cents in our money; and fancy others not selling at all, and being used by grocers to wrap up spices and pastries. The modern author thinks he is paid little enough. What, I wonder, would he say to such treatment?"
Paul laughed.
"Even at a later date when the monks began copying and illuminating ma.n.u.scripts there was at first no great demand for them. Learning was conceded to be the rightful possession of the rich and powerful, and whether the kings or n.o.bles of the court could read or not, most of the books were bought by them simply as art works. Many, of course, especially the most skillfully illuminated ones, were very beautiful and were well worth owning."
"But think of the time it must have taken to make them by hand!"
speculated Paul.
"Time was no object in those days," smiled his father. "There was nothing to hurry about. A monk would toil at a single ma.n.u.script day after day, month after month; sometimes year after year. It must have been a sleepy, tiresome business to write out even a short ma.n.u.script so carefully, to say nothing of a long one like the Bible. What wonder that the patient workers were so glad when their tedious task was done that they inscribed at the end of it a little song of thanksgiving. I remember seeing one old book in a European museum at the end of which was written:
"_"This book was illuminated, bound, and perfected by Henry Cremer, vicar of the Collegiate Church of Saint Stephen in Metz, on the Feast of the a.s.sumption of the Blessed Virgin, in the year of our Lord 1456._
"_"Thanks be to G.o.d, Hallelujah!"_
"No doubt the pious Henry Cremer was thankful for many other things besides the completion of his ma.n.u.script, but I am sure he must have been human enough to draw a sigh of relief when he put the last stroke to such a tedious piece of work. Don"t you think so?"
"I"ll bet he was," agreed Paul.
"Can"t you see those patient monks alone in their dimly lighted cells, silently writing day after day?" continued Mr. Cameron. "Many a poor fellow who drudged so mechanically at his task copied the errors in the text quite as faithfully as the rest of it. In consequence, it at last became imperative to demand that the scribes work with more intelligence, and therefore at the end of a ma.n.u.script would be such an admonition as this:
"_"I adjure thee who shall transcribe this book by our Lord Jesus Christ, and by His glorious coming to judge the quick and the dead, that thou compare what thou transcribest and correct it carefully according to the copy from which thou transcribest, and that thou also annex a copy of this adjuration to what thou hast written."_
"Thus, you see, was the copyist forced to study his text and pa.s.s the caution against mistakes on to others. Nevertheless, solemn and reverent as was this warning, it did not prevent errors from slipping into the old illuminated ma.n.u.scripts, and many a one is marred by misspelling or miswording."
"I don"t wonder it is," exclaimed Paul. "Why, the very thought that I must not make a mistake would cause me to make one. Besides, I should get so sleepy after I had written for hours that I should not know what I was doing."
"Probably much of the time they didn"t."
Paul thought a moment.
"I suppose, though, the monks were paid for their hard work, so it was only fair for them to be careful," he reflected.
"On the contrary," replied his father, "they were not paid any more than were the slaves whom the Greeks and Romans employed. Their living was given them; that was all. Often the books they made were very beautiful and were sold to dignitaries of the Church or to t.i.tled persons for great sums; but any monies received from such a transaction went into the coffers of the Church and not into the monks" pockets. The Church however, in return, provided them with all they needed so they did not go entirely unrewarded. Some day when we can find time we will go to the city and hunt up some of these rare old ma.n.u.scripts in the museum. You would be interested to see how exquisitely many of them are done. The initial letter, or frequently the catch word, is painted in color, and the borders are richly decorated with intricate scroll-work."
"Did the monks have to design the pages as well as print them?"
inquired Paul with surprise.
"The same monk did not always do all the work," his father said. "Some merely inscribed the text and illuminated the first letter or word; afterward the sheets were handed to some one else who designed the decoration and sketched it in. Then it went to the colorist, who in turn illuminated, or painted, the drawing. You will find every inch of some of the more ornate ma.n.u.scripts filled in with designs. The great objection to this method was that several persons handled the work and therefore in many cases the decoration had no relation whatsoever to the text; in fact, frequently it was entirely inappropriate to it."
Paul smiled.
"No more relation, I suppose, than the text of our school paper will have to its name: _March Hare_."
"Just about the same," conceded his father with amus.e.m.e.nt. "So that"s the t.i.tle you"ve selected for your monthly?"
"Yes, sir. We couldn"t seem to think of anything better."
"It"s not bad at all. How are you coming with the project? You seem bothered."