folly. However, I am delaying your natural eagerness. So now for
the story of my great discovery. As our friend Bell would scarce
let his dusty broadsheet lumber out of his hands, I was turning to
leave him in no very good humour, when I noticed a small and rather
long octavo, in dirty and crumpled vellum, lying on the top of a
heap of rubbish, Boston's "Crook in the Lot," "The Pilgrim's
Progress," and other chap-book trumpery. I do not know what good
angel that watches over us collectors made me take up the thing,
which I found to be nothing less than a copy of old Guillaume
Coquillart. It was not Galliot du Pre's edition, in lettres
rondes, but, still more precious had it only been complete, an
example in black letter. I give you the whole title. First the
motto, in the frieze of an architectural design, [Greek text].
Then, in small capitals -


LES OEUVRES
MAISTRE GVIL
LAUME COQUIL
LART EN SON VI
VANT OFFICIAL
DE REIMS. NOV
VELLEMENT RE
VEVES ET CORRI
GEES.
M. D. XXXV.

On les vend a Lyon en la
Maison de Francoys Juste,
Demourant devant nostre