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looking on trees." How the precious fellow scorns the mountains and the ocean! He has no love, it
seems, for typhoons and roaring lions. "I entrench myself in my books," he continues, "equally against
sorrow and the weather. If the wind comes down the passage, I look about to see how I can fence it off
by a better disposition of my movables." And by movables he means his books. These were his screen
against cold and trouble. But Leigh Hunt had been in prison for his political beliefs. He had grappled
with his lion. So perhaps, after all, my argument fails.
Mr. Edmund Gosse had a different method to the same purpose. He "was so anxious to fly all outward
noise" that he wished for a library apart from the house. Maybe he had had some experience with
Annie and her clattering broomstick. "In my sleep," he writes, "'when dreams are multitude,' I
sometimes fancy that one day I shall have a library in a garden. The phrase seems to contain the whole
felicity of man. . . . It sounds like having a castle in Spain, or a sheep-walk in Arcadia."
Montaigne's study was a tower, walled all about with books. At his table in the midst he was the
general focus of their wisdom. Hazlitt wrote much at an inn at Winterslow, with Salisbury Plain
around the corner of his view. Except for ill health, and a love of the South Seas (here was the novelist
showing itself),Stevenson would probably have preferred a windy perch overlooking Edinburgh.
It does seem as if rather a richer flavor were given to a book by knowing the circumstance of its
composition. Consequently readers, as they grow older, turn more and more to biography. It is not
chiefly the biographies that deal with great crises and events, but rather the biographies that are
concerned with small circumstance and agreeable gossip.
Lately in a book-shop at the foot of Cornhill I fell in with an old scholar who told me that it was his
practice to recommend four books, which, taken end on end, furnished the general history of English
writing from the Restoration to a time within his own memory. These books were Pepy's
"Diary," Boswell's "Johnson," the "Letters and Diaries" of Madame D'Arblay, and the "Diary" of
Crabbe Robinson.
Beginning almost with the days of Cromwell, here is a chain of pleasant gossip the space of more than
two hundred years. Perhaps at the first there were old fellows still alive who could remember
Shakespeare; who still sat in chimney-corners and babbled through their toothless gums of Blackfriars
and the Globe. And at the end we find a reference to President Lincoln and his freeing of the slaves.
Here are a hundred authors, perhaps a thousand, tucking up their cuffs, looking out from their
familiar windows, scribbling their masterpieces
BROOKS, CHARLES STEPHEN (25 June 1878-29 June 1934) was an essayist and
playwright who was instrumental in the founding of the CLEVELAND PLAY HOUSE. A
Cleveland native, and the son of Stephen E. and Mary (Coffinberry) Brooks, he graduated
from WEST HIGH SCHOOL and Yale University (1900) and then entered the family printing
and stationery business. After rising to the rank of vice-president, he retired in 1915 to
devote himself to a literary career that produced more than a dozen volumes. Most of
these consisted of essays gleaned from numerous bicycle travels in England and
elsewhere, of which the first, Journeys to Baghdad, was published in 1915. He indulged in
a leisurely style on such fanciful topics as "The Decline of Night-Caps" and "In Defense of
Plagiarism." He also wrote plays, of which Wappin' Wharf, a pirate comedy, had received
150 presentations by 1931. Brooks was a founder and first president of the Cleveland
Play House (1915), which produced 2 of his plays and named one of the theaters in its
first permanent home after him. Brooks headed the theater's building campaign and at
his death was president of the Play House Foundation. During WORLD WAR I he had
served on the House Commission gathering data for the use of the American peace
delegation at Versailles. He also lectured on English literature at Western Reserve
University (see CASE WESTERN RESERVE UNIVERSITY). Brooks married Minerva Kline (see
MINERVA K. BROOKS) in 1907. Following a divorce from her in 1925, he married Mary S.
Curtis Brown in 1929. Together they produced several of his short plays in their home on
Magnolia Dr. One of Brooks' last works, Prologue, is a memoir of his childhood on the
near west side. Brooks had no children and is buried in LAKE VIEW CEMETERY.