All books without covers were thrown into a great heap, and condemned to all the purposes which Leland laments in the sack of the conventual libraries by the visitors.

But they found favour in the eyes of a literate gardener, who begged leave to take what he liked home.
He selected a large quantity of Sermons preached before the House of Commons, local pamphlets, tracts from 1680 to 1710, opera books, etc.
He made a list of them, which I found afterwards in the cottage.

In the list, No.

43 was 'Cotarmouris,' or the Boke of St.Albans.The old fellow was something of a herald, and drew in his books what he held to be his coat.

After his death, all that could be stuffed into a large chest were put away in a garret; but a few favourites, and the 'Boke' among them remained on the kitchen shelves for years, till his son's widow grew so 'stalled' of dusting them that she determined to sell them.