William Scheide in his library a few years ago
On Monday I attended a rather unusual birthday luncheon. We were marking the centenary of the philanthropist William (Bill) Scheide. Mr. Scheide, a Princeton graduate of the class of 1936 (the year of my birth, as it happens), was actually born on January 6, 1914; but it will require several weeks of celebration by numerous and diverse constituencies of admirers to attempt justice to the man’s wide-ranging interests and benevolences. This luncheon paid homage to two of the most important of Scheide’s roles: as musicologist and as bibliophile.
outside
Chancellor Green Hall
inside
The
Glee Club was exploiting the architecture of the luncheon’s remarkable venue:
the rotunda of Chancellor Green Hall, a magnificent neo-Gothic building dating
from the early 1870s and the presidency of James McCosh. Most of the great educational institutions of our country are
among other things museums of visionary philanthropy. The greatest local institutional benefactor of that age was
a man named John C. Green, and there are Green Thises and Green Thats scattered
over the Princeton campus. John
Green was too busy making money to go to college himself, but he donated a
magnificent pseudo-ecclesiastical library in honor of his distinguished brother,
Henry W. Green of the class of 1820, the Chancellor of the State of New Jersey
and a trustee of the University.
For the past several years at Reunions the Glee Club, deployed in a
large circle atop the well of the rotunda, have dazzled audiences with their rendition of the Tallis forty-part motet.
I think that Monday may have been their first time to sing “Happy
Birthday” in circular formation.
The
building that was once large enough to serve as a college library could not
today house an adequate reference room for a research institution; but it was
the perfect place to honor Bill Scheide in his role as bibliophile and
proprietor of one of the world’s greatest private collections of rare books and
manuscripts. And of course it is
through the Scheide Library, now housed within the main Firestone building and
adjacent to Princeton’s own superb Special Collections, that I and many other
scholars have come to know the man.
The Scheide Library is the work of three generations of dedicated and energetic
book-lovers. It was founded by Mr.
Scheide’s grandfather, then greatly strengthened by his father. Bill Scheide himself has given it its
final shape and, by making it available to qualified scholars in its several
areas of special strength, turned it into one of the nation’s unique cultural
resources.
Not
surprisingly the Scheide Library is a medievalist’s paradise. Though our great libraries have perhaps
more than their share of the kind of precious painted books that J. P. Morgan
and most affluent collectors prized, there are very few Old English language manuscripts
in America. They antedated the
great age of book illumination and, whatever their literary or linguistic importance,
they lacked glitz. Well, Mr.
Scheide owns two of them, including
the Blickling Homilies, among the most important anthologies of Old English
prose.
It
would be easy to produce an adequate blog essay merely by giving you an
abbreviated catalogue of some of the library’s highlights. After all the man has a copy
of Magna Carta. He has a copy of the Declaration of Independence. Et cetera. But it
is the library’s thematic coherence that dazzles me. The book that has given us our very word for books is the
Bible. The Scheide library has
achieved the bibliophilic version of the hat trick by acquiring copies of all
four of the first printed editions of the Bible.
I
presume that the Gutenberg Bible will remain forever the most famous printed
book in the world. I would never
contest the justice of that fame, but from the textual and cultural points of
view its immediate successors are of yet greater importance. The New York Times, which ran an appreciation of the “grand slam” Scheide achieved with the acquisition the Mentelin Bible (Strassburg,
1460), seemed to realize that; but even their erudite reviewer left unmentioned
what is to me the most interesting Bible in the collection.
This
is an extraordinarily fine copy of the English vernacular “Wycliffe Bible” from
the Age of Chaucer, before the invention of printing. Never mind whether Wycliffe had very much or anything at all
to do with this translation; it remains a matchless relic of a crucial and
restless moment in English religious history. I will not try to persuade you that Gutenberg Bibles are a
dime or even a hundred million dollars a dozen. But there are quite a few of them, many in very good
condition. Most of the so-called
Wycliffe Bibles were read to death.
I cannot account for the extraordinarily fine condition of the Scheide
exemplar, but it must have belonged to a collector long before it fell into
Scheide hands. In any event, Bill Sheide is the kind of collector who has read his books as well as loved them.
And I
do persevere in the whimsical opinion that books have been made to be read. It is perhaps a paradox of the rare
book trade that old books tend to be valuable in inverse ratio to the degree to
which they have fulfilled their raison
d’ĂȘtre. The reason we have
lots of fine first folios of Shakespeare is that very few people can actually
have read Shakespeare in coffee table format. They read their Shakespeare in quartos, which they also used
as coasters for their coffee mugs, and sometimes roof repairs. The historical results are telling, which may be one of the reasons coffee mugs are generally not allowed in rare book libraries.