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has been indefatigable in writing. which their general treatment of the Both from Long-Island and from Ken- press is characterized. They know sington, his Registers, and other works that they have the stronger part of innumerable, have issued in regular the press on their side, not because succession. And what the result? they, like the Whig Walpole, make Total apathy! complete neglect ! not bribery of pamphleteers a regular sinea soul to listen to him-nobody to buy qua-non in all their operations, but his paper !-- I speak, of course, com- because they know and feel that they paratively. A considerable circulation, owe their own existence as Ministers as compared with other weekly wri- to the universal predominance (in liters, he has all along maintained—but terature as in all other departments) compared with what he himself was, of those very principles on which their or with what John Bull is he is, and policy has been built and established. has long been, nothing, absolutely no. Having this knowledge, it follows thing. He has sunk, as to these mat- that they take no pains either about ters, into the second, if not the third rewarding the Tory writers of this class--which, remembering what Cob- age, or punishing or repressing the bett used to be, -the high, haughty, press-gang of whiggery. Why should and undisputed pre-eminence of his they do either the one or the other? popularity, is certainly worse than cea- They know that literature is not now sing to be altogether—at least I think a thing to be managed, or even to be .80-and I suspect Cobbett in his own meddled with, in the old style. The sulky inner soul agrees with me. days are gone by when L.30,000 was
The pot-houses say he is bribed by considered a sufficient sum to bribe the Ministry; of course, this is no all Scotland—and the days are equally more true of Cobbett than it is of gone when British Ministers of State John Bull. The present Ministry used to consider the bribes of the bribe no literary aides-de-camp-least gemmen of the press as necessary, a of all such ones as Cobbett :-they part of the expenses of the year, as the well know, that whatever is the feel. pay of the army and navy. The truth ing of any considerable portion of the is, that the press has become such a English population, will and must find thing, that the Ministry, if they bria fitting organ of expression; and well bed at all, must bribe more than even knowing, as they would be fools if they England could afford. Only think for did not know, that their cause is that a moment-what sort of bribes could of by far the greater proportion of the they offer to such literary men as they wealth, of the virtue, and of the ta- have the pride and glory of being suplent of the empire; they, of course, ported by ? can have no reason to doubt at any Mr Thomas Campbell is a person I time, that their cause must be that have a most particular affection, as also of the more respectable and in- well as respect, for ; but what does he fluential portion of the press. It is mean by taunting Mr Wordsworth, in their thorough reliance on this that his last Magazine, with the possession accounts for the apparent apathy by of a little office in the Stamp-depart
to, all this being previously secured, then you think yourself bound to pay your debts; if, on the contrary, that cannot be effected without sacrifices on your and their part, in that case your creditors have no claim to prefer, and you no duty to perform. You then stand absolved, rectus in foro conscientiæ, and for this singular reason, because those who lent you their money when you were in difficulty and distress, in order to save you and your family from ruin, were and are unable to protect you either against your own fears, or the power of an arbitrary government, under which they have the misfortune to live, and to which they are equally exposed. These principles, which are laughable in theory, are detestable in practice. That you should not only entertain and act upon, but openly avow them, and blind your own understanding, or think to blind that of others, by such flimsy pretences, is one more melancholy proof of the facility with which self-interest can assume the mask of hypocrisy, and, by means of the weakest sophistry, overpower the strongest understanding. How true is our common law maxim, that no man is an upright judge in his own cause! how truly and prettily said by the French, · La Nature se pipe ;' nor less truly, though more grossly, in English, *Nature's her own bawd.
“ In expressing my abhorrence of the principles you lay down for your conduct, and concerning which you challenge my opinion a little unfairly, considering the ridicule with which you at the same time threaten to overwhelm the unfortunate wight who presumes to differ from them, I do not desire that you should act upon any other with regard to me; I should be sorry your family were put to any inconvenience on my account; should your circumstances ever prove so prosperous as to enable you 'to discharge your debts without infringing upon those new principles of inoral obligation you have adopted, and which, for the first time since the commencement of the world, have, I believe, been, though frequently acted on, openly promulgated. As to complaint or reproach, they are the offspring of weakness and folly; disdain should stifle them; but nothing can or ought to stifle the expression of disgust every honest mind must feel at the want of integrity in the principles you proclaim, and of feeling and generosity in the sentiments you express.-I am, Sir, your most obedient, and most humble servant,
ment? What does Tom Campbell view of the matter, there is, perhaps, mean by treating Wordsworth at all less of humbug about William Cobin this strain ? He is so absurd as to bett, than about any one author of talk about Mr Wordsworth being “a our time. He is, I rather suspect, the clever man," and an unpopular only one author who could stand up poet,” &c. &c. I pitied Tom when I in any one given place, at any one read the passage- I truly pitied him. given hour, with any one given proI was sorry to see a true poet like him duction of his in his hand, and say, lending himself to a party so far as to where am I, and here is my production, abuse a Poer, whom, in his secret without giving occasion to a horseheart, he must feel to be immeasurably laugh-ay, and being really to join in his own superior. Campbell railing at it himself. It is very true, that he has Wordsworth ! What would you think contradicted himself five thousand of Bion or Moschus turning up their times over, and that five thousand noses at Æschylus or Plato? Besides, times more grossly than any other what was Tom thinking of? Words- writer in or out of existence: that is worth, after all, only succeeded to an all true ; but, laying consistency, office, an established and a necessary and all that sort of thing, entirely office, the duties of which, I suppose, out of view, and looking solely to nobody ever ventured to hint he is the style and strain of the sentiment not most perfectly qualified to dis- and expression of any given passage charge; whereas-what think ye of in all his voluminous works, is there the Whig plan ?-when
friends one that his intellect could possibly were in, in 1806, Tom, å new office, hesitate about avowing for its proand certainly not a very necessary one, geny ? “ I was wrong when I wrote was CREATED for the benefit of Mr that I was misinformed, I was misDugald Stewart-The office of Gazette- taken ; but it was I that wrote it writer for Scotland-salary, I think, nobody else could have written it ;L.400 per annum. I mention the thing it is mine, and, passing the mistake, only to shew how little you Whigs are (or whatever you like to call it,) I in the habit of looking to the beam in glory in it.” Such would be his lanyour own eye-not assuredly for the guage, and such it ought to be. Speak. sake of taking a cut at Mr Stewart, ing of him morally and politically, he whose genius and virtue well entitled is the most inconsistent of all men ; him, if that had been all, to rewards but, talking of intellect only, and of infinitely above those which his party the general bearing and character of found, or, to speak more properly, mind and expression, he is the most formed, this opportunity of bestowing consistent. He is the greatest hero of on him. I don't object to Mr Stewart's humbug in the one view-its greatest sinccure; I only say it is ridiculous in enemy in the other. The massive the Whigs to sneer, during his incum- weight of his weapon is ever the same bency, at Mr Wordsworth's possession -a perpetual contrast, and a perpeof an office, which, after all, is not a tual reproach, to the unsteadiness of sinecure, seeing that it is an office his purpose. Weathercock he is; but which cannot be put into the hands of he is one molten in the days of the anybody but one capable of finding giants. security to a most serious extent, and You ask what I mean by this asserwhich, therefore, implies anxious su- tion, that Cobbett is, in any sense whatperintendance of a public fund; while ever, the most consistent of all living Mr Stewart's office is, as is notorious writers of the English tongue. I illusto all the world, as complete a sinecure trate by a query or two. Take Lord Byas the recordership of the Duke ofron with the grin of exulting satire on Sussex his jeux d'esprit—(if such a his lips-take himwhen he is just
wind thing existed) could possibly be. ing up one of his best stanzas in Beppo,
Cobbett, Canning, Campbell, Words, and ask him, pointing to some lachryworth, Dugald Stewart, and the Duke mose piece of fustian in Faliero, who of Sussex! there is a pretty specimen wrote that ? Would he not sbrug up of the art noble of digression ! Return his shoulders, and beg pardon-beg we, suo periculo, to the Sage of Ken- you to spare him
gatories? Or take him in the other I called him, a little ago, “ the vein-take him at midnight, pacing Hero of Humbug ;” and yet, in one his chainber, conceiving the Dream of
! ners ?”
Sardanapalus, or the Apparition of the lectual character. If there be anybody Witch of the Alps, or Lara's last who puts the least faith in anything Battle-take him then, and ask him he says, merely because he says it, that who wrote such or such a vile, low, body must be destitute of soul. He has punning, sneering squib, about Mrs contradicted in and in, until the breed Coleridge or Mrs Southey—this gentle- of his assertions are known by him that munlike attack upon the personal ap- runs for their rickety imbecility.pearance of an elegant and accomplish- But although nobody believes anyed Prince,—or that heroic denuncia- thing because Cobbett says it, it by no tion of a GoverNESS-ask him such means follows that things are not true a question, at such a moment, and although Cobbett says them. My reawould he not, as Shakespeare words it, son for writing to you about Cobbett, “ blush to see a nobleman want man- in short, is just this--I think the ne
glect into which he has fallen deprives Take Wordsworth, in the act of wri- people in general of a vast deal of enting his Laodamia, and ask him if it tertainment; and I would fain justify was he that indited such or such a what I say by a few extracts from frantic note about Jeffrey ! Take some of those recent productions of Jeffrey himself, in the act of reading his, which, just because they bear his Laodamią, and ask him if it was he name, have been received with perfect that wrote such or such a quiz upon apathy-in other words, have never “the Stamp-collector for Cumberland.” sold at all among what you or I would Take anybody, bat Cobbett-him you call " the reading public”-although, will never catch. Did he ever blush ? had the tithe of the shrewdness, wit, did he ever confess repentance ? Did and English, they contain, come forth he ever apologize to himself, or to any- under any other auspices, there can body else? He would as soon think of be no sort of doubt the attention of apologizing for the dinner that he ate the reading public, in all its branches, three days ago, as for the libel that he must have been most effectually rouuttered three years ago. He, he alone, sed.* is, " totus teres atque rotundus :”—he The“Year's Residence in America" rides through every storm with one is a little duodecimo, and costs five “ Cobbettum vehis” in his mouth; shillings. It is mostly written in the “ What cannoneer begat the unebbing really be considered as furnishing a
form of a diary; and, I believe, may blood ?"
tolerably exact picture of Cobbett's It is this, perhaps, that gives, more · life and thoughts during the first than any one particular besides, the twelve months of his last Transatdistinct and peculiar character of Cob- lantic sojourn. A short and casual bett's genius. The thing, the very ex- notice in the Quarterly must have sufistence of the thing, implies the most ficiently informed your readers, that absolute negation of all candour, de- Cobbett violently attacks the Birkcency, modesty, &c. &c. &c.; but it beck plan of emigrating to the Prairies brings with it an ineffable air of power -and indeed the back settlements and determination, such as, considering generally. He judges, and rightly things merely intellectually, adds pro- judges, that native Americans are the digiously to the effect of his genius. proper pioneers of the wilderness, and Give him the moral qualities and feel- that, if English people will emigrate, ings of other men, and double his ge- they ought to settle in those parts of nius, it is much to be doubted whether, the country where the least violence on the whole, (still intellectually speaks will be done to their old habits—where ing, mind ye,) he would have any rea- they can have cleared land to cultivate, son to thank you for the change. tolerable houses to live in, and labour
It would be more than idiocy to ade for the paying. I shall have occasion, dress anybody about Cobbett, in any perhaps, to quote some passages on other character than his bare intel those heads hereafter ; but, in the
• We made inquiry to-day at the three chief club-houses here in Edinburgh, the New Club, the Albyn, and the “ Little-go,” or, “Six-and-eight-pence," as they call it, Queen Street, and Cobbet is not taken in at any of them. There is no politics in the choice of papers at these places, none whatever-so we must suppose the Register does not come north at all now-a-days.-C. N.)
meantime, I wish just to turn over the tive degree of height. As high as Crooks. leaves, and tell you what bits struck bury Hill' meant, with us, the utmost demy fancy most, when I read the book gree of height. Therefore, the first object with attention, and with a pencil in that my eyes sought was this hill. I could my hand, a few weeks ago.
not believe my eyes ! Literally speaking, I First, then, I find a great + at this for a moment thought the famous hill re
moved, and a little heap put in its stead ; passage, which occurs in his notice for
for I had seen in New Brunswick, a single the 15th of January, 1818, he being rock, or hill of solid rock, ten times as big, then at Philadelphia, where, as all the and four or five times as high! The postworld knows, he had, in former days, boy, going down hill, and not a bad road, been no stranger. I positively know of whisked me, in a few minutes to the Bush nobody who can be more pathetic in a Inn, from the garden of which I could see certain way, than William Cobbett, the prodigious sand hill, where I had begun when it so pleases him. The passage,
my gardening works. What a nothing! on re-reading it, really strikes me as
But now came rushing into my mind, all most beautiful.
at once, my pretty little garden, my little “Same weather. The question eagerly blue smock-frock, my little nailed shoes, put to me by every one in Philadelphia is, my pretty pigeons that I used to feed out * Don't
you think the city greatly impro. of my hands, the last kind words and tears ved ?' They seem to me to confound aug
f my gentle and tender-hearted and affecmentation with improvement. It always was
tionate mother! I hastened back into the a fine city, since I first knew it ; and it is
room. If I had looked a moment longer, very greatly augmented.
It has, I believe, I should have dropped. When I came to nearly doubled its extent and number of reflect, what a change ! I looked down at houses since the year 1799. But, after my dress. What a change! What scenes being, for so long a time, familiar with I had gone through! How altered my London, every other place appears little.
state! I had dined the day before at a Se. After living within a few hundreds of yards cretary of State's in company with Mr Pitt, of Westminster-Hall and the Abbey Church
and had been waited upon by men in and the Bridge, and looking from my own gaudy liveries ! I had had nobody to assist windows into St James's Park, all other
me in the world. No teachers of any sort. buildings and spots appear mean and in- Nobody to shelter me from the consequence significant. I went to-day to see the
house of bad, and no one to counsel me to good, I formerly occupied. How small! It is al behaviour. I felt proud. The distinctions
of rank, birth, and wealth, all became no. ways thus: the words large and small are carried about with us in our minds, and we
thing in my eyes; and from that moment forget real dimensions. The idea, such as
(less than a month after my arrival in Engit was received, remains during our absence land) I resolved never to bend before them." fron the object. When I returned to Eng. The following occurs almost immes land, in 1800, after an absence from the
diately afterwards. country parts of it, of sixteen years, the trees, the hedges, even the parks and woods, “ 18, 19, 20, and 21. Moderate frost. seemed so small! It made me laugh to Fine clear sky. The Philadelphians are hear little gutters, that I could jump over, cleanly, a quality which they owe chiefly to called Rivers ! The Thames was but a the Quakers. But, after being long and re• Creek !' But when, in about a month af. cently familiar with the towns in Surrey ter my arrival in London, I went to Farn. and Hampshire, and especially with Guild. ham, the place of my birth, what was my ford, Alton, and Southampton, no other surprise! Everything was become so piti. towns appear clean and neat, not even Bath fully small! I had to cross, in my post- or Salisbury, which last is about much upon chaise, the long and dreary heath of Bag- a par, in point of cleanliness, with Philadel. shot. Then, at the end of it, to mount a phia; and Salisbury is deemed a very cleanhill, called Hungry Hill, and from that ly place. Blandford and Dorchester are clean; hill I knew that I should look down into but I have never yet seen anything like the beautiful and fertile vale of Farnham. the towns in Surrey and Hampshire. If a My heart fluttered with impatience, mixed Frenchman, born and bred, could be taken with a sort of fear, to see all the scenes of up and carried blindfolded to Guildford, I my childhood; for I had learnt before, the wonder what his sensations would be, when death of my father and mother. There is be came to have the use of his sight! a hill, not far from the town, called Crooks. Everything near Guildford seems to have bury Hill, which rises up out of a flat, in received an influence from the town. Hedges, the form of a cone, and is planted with gates, stiles, gardens, houses inside and Scotch fir-trees. Here I used to take the out, and the dresses of the people. The eggs and young ones of crows and mag- market day at Guildford is a perfect show pies. This hill was a famous object in the of cleanliness. Not even a carter without neighbourhood. It served as the superla- a clean smock-frock and closely-shaven and clean-washed face. Well may Mr Birk. ers. Everything that produces intoxication, beck, who came from this very spot, think though in but the slightest degree, is inju. the people dirty in the western country! rious to the mind; whether it be such to I'll engage he finds more dirt upon the the body or not, is a matter of far less con. necks and faces of one family of his pre. sequence. My letter to Mr Tierney, on the sent neighbours, than he left behind him state of the Paper-Money, has, I find, proupon the skins of all the people in the three duced a great and general impression in parishes of Guildford. However, he would England. The subject was of great impor. not have found this to be the case in Penn- tance, and the treating it involved much of sylvania, and especially in those parts where that sort of reasoning which is the most difthe Quakers abound; and, I am told, ficult of execution. That Letter, consist. that, in the New England States, the peo- ing of thirty-two full pages of print, I ple are as cleanly and as neat as they are wrote in one day, and that, too, on the 11th in England. The sweetest flowers, when of July, the hottest day in the year. But, I they become putrid, stink the most; and never could have done this, if I had been a nasty woman is the nastiest thing in na. guzzling wine, or grog, or beer, or cider, all ture."
the day. I hope the reader will excuse this
digression; and, for my own part, I think On the 11th of March, we find him nothing of the charge of egotism, if
, by intravelling through New Jersey; and dulging in it, I produce a proof of the exalways himself.
cellent effects of sobriety. It is not drunken
ness that I cry out against; that is beastly, “ This part of Jersey is a sad spectacle, and beneath my notice. It is drinking : after leaving the brightest of all the bright for a man may be a great drinker, and yet parts of Pennsylvania. My driver, who is no drunkard. He may accustom himself a tavern-keeper himself, would have been to swallow, till his belly is a sort of tub. a very pleasant companion, if he had not The Spaniards, who are a very sober peodrunk so much spirits on the road. This ple, call such a man a • wine bag,' it being is the great misfortune of America ! As the custom in that country to put wine into we were going up a hill very slowly, I could bags, made of skins or hides. And, indeed, perceive him looking very hard at my cheek wine bag, or grog bag, or becr bag, is the for some time. At last, he said, I am suitable appellation." wondering, sir, to see you look so fresh and 80 young, considering what you have gone The critics of the last age used to through in the world ;' though I cannot talk of the “audacity of Dryden, for imagine how he had learnt who I was. “I'll binding himself to write three plays tell you,' said I, . how I have contrived the thing. I rise early, go to bed early, eat
perannum !” Alas! there was no Cobsparingly, never drink anything stronger
betts, Southeys, Byrons, Great Unthan small beer, shave once a day, and knowns, in these times! Hear bim wash my hands and face clean three times again in the dead of winter. a-day, at the very least.' He said, that was 66 There is one thing in the Americans, too much to think of doing."
which, though its proper place was farther
back, I have reserved, or rather kept back, Of the same sobriety he thus vaunts till the last moment. It has presented ita hundred pages farther on, in the heat self several times; but I have turned from of July :
the thought, as men do from thinking of “Since my turnips were sown, I have any mortal disease that is at work in their written great part of a Grammar, and have frame. It is covetousness ; it is not nigsent twenty Registers to England, besides gardliness ; it is not insincerity ; it is not writing letters amounting to a reasonable enviousness; it is not cowardice, above all volume in bulk; the whole of which has things : it is DRINKING. Ay, and that made an average of nine pages of common too, amongst but too many men, who, onc print a day, Sundays included. And, be- would think, would loathe it. You can go sides this, I have been twelve days from into hardly any man's house, without being home, on business, and about five on visits. asked to drink wine, or spirits, even in the Now, whatever may have been the quality morning. They are quick at meals, are lite of the writings; whether they demanded tle eaters, seem to care little about what they mind or not, is no matter; they demanded eat, and never talk about it. This, which time for the fingers to move in, and yet, I arises out of theuniversal abundance of good have not written a hundred pages by can. and even fine eatables, is very amiable. dle-light. A man knows not what he can You are here disgusted with none of those do 'till he tries. But, then, mind, I have eaters by reputation that are found, espealways been up with the cocks and hens; cially amongst the Parsons, in England : and I have drunk nothing but milk and fellows that unbutton at it. Nor do the water. It is a saying, that • wine inspires Americans sit and tope much after dinner, vit ;' and that in wine there is truth. and talk on till they get into nonsense and These sayings are the apologies of drinks smut, which last is a sure mark of a silly, Vol. XIV.