fore edge

It’s Fore-Edge Friday!

Here’s a beautiful fore-edge painting by Miss Currie. The painting is found on the fore-edge of Adventures in Australia : Or, the Wanderings of Captain Spencer in the Bush and the Wilds. Containing Accurate Descriptions of the Habits of the Natives, and the Natural Productions and Features of the Country. (1853)      

The painting under the gold is a view of Government House, Sydney. Signed C.B. Currie                                                                                                             


Alas, poor Shakespeare, his portrait must endure it’s place upon a bowdlerized edition of his work! This beautiful double-fore-edged tome features a portrait of Shakespeare with a depiction of Anne Hathaway’s home on one side of the text block, and a be-collared Queen Elizabeth chillin’ next to Shakespeare’s birthplace on the other!

The family Shakspeare, in one volume: in which nothing is added to the original text, but those words and expressions are omitted which cannot with propriety be read in a family by Thomas Bowdler. London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts, & Green, 1863.                             


Look at this amazing fore-edge painting on the 1762 edition of A new version of the Psalms of David! #bmcspeccoll #foreedge

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I got to attend the New York Antiquarian Book Fair for the first time on Friday! It was so lovely to see all of my booky friends, as well as to see the wonders everyone brought to sell– from the very small to the very large, from gorgeously tooled leather to embroidered cloth, and from fore edge to spine, everything was dazzling! If you can ever get to an antiquarian book fair, even if you don’t have the money to buy anything, I highly recommend it! It’s such a treat to see the wide variety of books that are out there, and to wonder at their beauty.

With thanks to @maggs-bros , Sokol Books, Quaritch, Jonathan A. Hill, @justincroft-blog and everyone else ♥

Some old books have hidden messages on the edge of their pages.

This was done through a technique called “fore-edge painting,” which is an illustration that is hidden on the edge of the pages of the book. The technique allegedly dates back to the 1650s.

At the London Olympia Book Fair today, I was able to see fore edge painter Clare Brooksbank work her magic! It was fascinating to watch her process, and the finished product is absolutely spellbinding!

For those of you unfamiliar, fore edge painting is a technique to disguise an image beneath the gilded fore edge of a book. The painting is only revealed when the fore edge is fanned out, as Clare so skillfully demonstrates. The trick is to paint the image while the edge is fanned, so when it returns to its resting state, the image seems to disappear!

I Won't Let You Leave

Luhan scenario request by anonymous: ”where you and luhan get into a big fight and you leave the country to go back home without him knowing.”

Hello dear lovely anon. I’m extremely sorry that I didn’t post this sooner. I would use the usual excuse of school but I already posted other scenarios so it’s not quite fair towards you. I needed time to think about how to write such angst, and on top of that it was about Luhan who isn’t my bias therefore I don’t know much about him.  I’m so so sorry for taking so long about this request, I’m a usual lazy teenager and I feel like a disappointment to you. Thank you so much for waiting patiently, and once again I’m sorry! OTL

-Admin Lizard

“No, you can’t leave me!” Luhan shouted, grabbing your arm strongly. You tried to jerk yourself off of his hold, rather violently and shouted back at him “You can’t tell me what to do!” Luhan held both of your wrists and looked you straight in the eye, “___, I won’t let you leave, do you understand?” “I don’t love you anymore, you’re a different man Luhan!” you screamed, almost crying.


You have been fighting.  

Luhan and you weren’t fit for each other anymore. It’s not like you ever stopped loving him, but he was just not right for you, not now. He was a different man than the one you’ve met two years ago; he didn’t touch you as much, didn’t express his love towards you, and barely came home. There were times you had suspected he had a lover but he didn’t cheat. Not as far as you were concerned, but he just seemed as if he’s not interested in you anymore. You had similar fights but none were as intense as the one you’ve had in the airport. You’ve decided it’s time to leave; you wouldn’t tolerate this kind of behavior and treatment. His attitude towards your relationship was unbearable. Luhan would often just growl, if barely, towards you when he came home and lie down on bed.

Luhan’s career was important, and you understood it. In fact, there wasn’t anyone in the world that had supported him, mostly mentally to forward his career but once he did, he barely had anytime for himself, let alone love you.

He would get frustrated from hard work, also by his tiredness and unfortunately it would all get taken at you. You knew he didn’t mean it but you couldn’t help yourself but to feel frustrated as well, and also sad. There were times you’d cry silently at night, when he didn’t come back to you at time and you fell asleep while crying. He would come later on and leave around the same time as you did for work.

The man you once loved did no longer make you feel loved. At some times, you tried to kiss him deeply, bring back the romance which has died a long time ago but he quickly jerked it off with the excuse of “I’ve got work too do” or “I’m too tired”.

When he did want to have sex, it was emotionless. You could feel he was pushing himself to the edge when fore playing and that he just wanted to relieve his stressed and urges, then go to sleep.

Luhan once forgot your anniversary, and you let it go but the second time he did you just lost it. To your defense, he and you had a storming argument the day before that and the night before he refused your offer for sex. It wasn’t love anymore, or at least this is how you felt. You were on a break for a month before he crawled back to you, asking for your forgiveness. You had long forgiven him and accepted him into your arms. That night he had returned home, you slept together and for a brief moment it almost seemed passionate again. But on a retrospect it wasn’t.


You had enough.

You decided it’s time to let Luhan out of your life, or at least yourself out of his. You were obviously standing in his and his career’s way, so why stay? Why should you tolerate such an uncaring and unloving relationship? Last night, Luhan and you had one of the biggest fights you’ve ever had. You didn’t remember much, or more correctly; didn’t want to remember much. There were yelling, hitting, throwing random objects at each other, violence and more. Luhan then grabbed your arms again, and pinned you against the wall. He kissed you hungrily and you couldn’t resist to almost devouring him back. You both ended up having a long, angry intercourse almost all night long. At the morning, you watched his gentle featured and noticed the tiredness it held. You stroked your finger over the bridge of his nose as tenderly as you could, feeling the once smooth skin turn strange to your touch. You then moved your finger over his cheek, chin, and lips. The tears started flowing themselves, warm and slow, down your cheeks. You dried them quickly with your sleeve but the tingling feeling of watery cheeks had still remained. He told you he would love you forever, so how come it feels like you’re just two strangers now?


“If you’ll hurry, you might catch her.” One of his friends said. When you left that morning, he was regretful about the fight you’ve had so he came home earlier, but seeing your stuff missing had startled him. Only when receiving the note you’ve left him had he realized what he’s done. Luhan, I can’t take this any longer. I just need a break. I’ll be back sometime, please don’t wait for me. He kept reading the note over and over again, and then collapsed on the floor, legs getting weaker and weaker as he dialed his friend’s number. He ran, and drove as fast as he could until he reached the airport.


He fell on his knees, holding your hands and cried, “But I love you ___! I really loved you.” Your own tears had fallen by now, and you tried to let go of his hold. “Luhan, you’re not the man I fell in love with. You’re different now; colder, other. You don’t show me love anymore and I’m sick of living like that with you. I’m sick of the fighting.” Luhan stared at you, desperate to get you back, “But I’ll change. I promise, I’ll do the best I can… I love you ____, I love you so much it hurts. I’m so sorry.”

“Miss,” the attendant spoke, “your plane is leaving in fifteen minutes.”

“What about the dog and kids we’ve talked about? You said you would like to grow old with me. You said I’m the love of your life but where is all that Luhan?” you cried, “Where’s everything we promised to do together? You don’t love me anymore; you’re just afraid to lose what’s familiar and step out of your comfort zone. I’m sorry Luhan but I can’t. I just can’t.”

Flight 615 is about to take off, I repeat, flight 615 is about to take off.

“I’m sorry.” He cried but you just looked away and whispered “It’s too late now.” then walked towards your plane.

To Be Continued…?






Are you excited for Halloween? We are positively afloat with anticipation–like this witch! Don’t forget to mark your calendars for our second annual Halloween Festival at Peabody! 

Ingoldsby Legends - fore-edge detail

Detail of fore-edge painting of a witch and her cauldron of evil!

The Ingoldsby legends: or, Mirth and marvels by Thomas Ingoldsby, esquire [pseud.] ; with illustrations by George Cruikshank, John Leech, and John Tenniel.  London : R. Bentley, 1866.

Location: The George Peabody Library, The Sheridan Libraries, The Johns Hopkins University
Call No.:  827.8 IN 46 1866