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The Bibelot

TO bring together the posies of other men bound by a thread of one’s own choosing is the simple plan of the editor of THE BIBELOT.

In this way those exotics of Literature that might not immediately find a way to wider reading, are here reprinted, and, so to speak, resown in fields their authors never knew.

THE BIBELOT does not profess to exploit the new forces and ferment of fin de siècle writers; it offers the less accessible ‘things that perish never,’ — lyrics (from Blake, Villon’s ballades, Latin Student songs, — Literature once possessed not easily forgotten of men.

Besides this, to more widely extend the love of exquisite literary form, it must be shown by example that choice typography and inexpensiveness need not lie far apart.

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That there is the most intimate connection between Literature and the printed pages is a truism. And yet nothing on the lines of THE BIBELOT has so far been attempted in a regular monthly issue.

We are, however, at the turn of the tide; already there are signs of better appreciations. The success of a quarterly like Modern Art, the demand that has gone out for The Chap-Book, the publisher’s own experience with his BIBELOT SERIES, all favor the belief that such beautifully gotten up affairs have created a republic of their own.

To the Republic of the book-lover THE BIBELOT is now come.