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that Sir W. Scott is not-we state it strongly-the author of his own works: that, on the contrary, "one Dr Greenfield" is: and, moreover, that he (Mr H. we suppose the article wearing an editorial face) did actually see the MS. of a novel, in the possession of a London publisher; which MS. was in the hand-writing of Dr G., and afterwards appeared in print, as one of the Waverley novels. We may err a little, perhaps, in the particulars; but, substantially, we are correct, in saying that such positive testimony did appear, some 18 months ago, in the Mi


HILL-IRA. Another Yankee. (See BEAZLY, Vol. XVI. 420.) This man's "THEORY OF THE EARTH," is one of the most capital affairs that we know of; unless, perhaps, that paper of Irving, in the Introduction to Knickerbocker, upon the same question, be as good. The chief difference is, that Irving is undoubtedly in fun, while he appears to be profoundly in earnest: Ira Hill profoundly in earnest, while he appears to be only in fun. It is, after all, however, a mighty ingenious book -was rather satisfactory to ourself and if he would put forth a new edition, with a burlesque title, would go down, yet:-Or, if the book should not, he would. Absurd as it is on some accounts, however, it is, on others, an essay of singular merit.

fatiguing: a mere catalogue of undigested, indigestible transactions: all matter; no workmanship, as a whole: Mrs WARREN-a woman: TRUMBULL, Sound; but a little too wise thoughtful, particular, in ordinary affairs, clumsy, credulous, without ardour:-ALLEN (see vol. XVI. 308, Sept. 1824) partly trash; partly newspaper wisdom; partly rhodomontade; partly writing, of a noble, strong, bold character-determined- eloquentoriginal-but, murdered by typographical blundering.-Allen, by the way, must not bear this load. He is too honest a fellow; too good a man; has enough to answer for, on his own account. It was the transgression of others-Neal and Watkins.-Be it on their heads. R. WALSH, DR-could write a book about America, by which he would be remembered, if he were to undertake it, like a man; discharging his heart of all bitterness; foolish rancour ; jealousy and fear.

HISTORY-There is hardly a state in the whole "Union," without a history of its own: Some ten or a dozen have been put forth, concerning the United States-America-the Revolutionary war, etc. etc. and yet, up to this hour, the best account of America, the Revolutionary war, and all, has been the work of a stranger-an Italian-a writer, who had never set his foot, in America. His name was CARLO BOTTA. A plenty of material may be found for a good history.Professor EBELING'S collection of itself; that, which he gave to Harvard University some years ago, is a mine of learning about America. He was a stranger too; a German.-RAMSAY is romantic, loose, declamatory, and credulous: MARSHALL, (Chief Justice of the Supreme Court,) insupportably tiresome; and, with all his great honesty, care, and sources of information, from the papers of Washington, greatly mistaken, several times, in matters of importance: GORDON, VOL. XVII.

HOFFMAN-DAVID- Professor of Law in the University of Marylanda highly respectable institution; but no University. It is, in fact, only a medical college; with a law faculty, of which Mr H. is the professor.He is the author of a small work, of which we think very highly. He calls it "A COURSE OF LEGAL STUDY."His views are more extensive, by far, than those of any other person, who professes, or lectures upon law, in America; and, with a few trivial exceptions, dignified, worthy, and admirable. He teaches that men are not lawyers by intuition: that he, who is called upon to expound law, may have occasion to know what he is talking about; may wish that he knew something of history, legislation, languages. He would have the name of a lawyer something more than a by-word among men-a reproach-a nick


HALLY-REV. MR-Another Unitarian clergyman: formerly a preacher of Boston, Massachusetts: one of the most eloquent speakers of the age -or declaimers, rather: a showy, beautiful rhetorician: president of the Transylvania "University," so called an academy on a respectable footing hardly a college: a miserable prosewriter-in comparison with himself, as a speaker, we mean.-He never appears to say what he means; or to mean what he says, with a pen.


HALLY-Brother of the last: associate editor with Bigelow (see vol. XVI. Oct.1824, 421,) of the New York Magazine, a journal which died of its own talkativeness.

HUTCHINSON The last royal governor of Massachusetts; about which province he wrote a good, strong substantial history. It has been well continued by MINOT. Gov. H. was the client of Mr Solicitor General Wedderbourne (see FRANKLIN, p. 49) when he abused Franklin.

IRVING-WASHINGTON-Author of sundry NEWSPAPER ESSAYS, which have been totally reproduced here; of some papers in SALAMAGUNDI; of KNICKERBOCKER'S NEW YORK; of the NAVAL BIOGRAPHY, which appeared, in a series of the ANALECTIC MAGAZINE, we believe, at Philadelphia, about 1814; of the INTRODUCTION to Mr Campbell's poetry (American edition); of the SKETCH-BOOK; BRACEBRIDGE-HALL; TALES OF A TRAVELLER; and of one paper, if no more, in the New Monthly; making altogether, about five good, fashionable, octavo volumes, (if they were fairly published,) in England; or five duodecimo volumes, as they do publish, in


or TALES OF A TRAVELLER-every one of which the same publisher has put forth in two octavo volumes.

This, we take to be a little too bad; a little too barefaced-for even a court publisher.-We cannot well perceive⚫ why we are to pay double price for the writings of Geoffrey Crayon : we do not well understand why we are to give 24s. for a certain quantity of matter by him, when as much of that which is quite as good-if not better-produced by the ablest men of the British Empire, may be had for half the money.

Still, however-(these remarks do not apply to the author: we are only laying a foundation here) - Still, however, we have no sort of doubt, whimsical as the supposition may appear, that a part, perhaps a large part, of Geoffrey Crayon's popularity, has been owing to this very short measure, of which we complain. Things comparatively worthless may be made genteel, by high prices alone-(The Italian opera, for example.) But-if they are to be popular, they must appear to be sold at something like a reasonable rate. Hence, with all the attractions of the opera-noveltyhigh prices-the patronage of royalty, itself that of all the nobility-gentry, &c. &c.-with Catalani into the bargain, while it was ungenteel to see Shakspeare, at Covent-Garden, or Drury Lane-the Opera House could not be filled, even twice a-week last year.

We are all prone to exaggeration. It is a part of man's nature. No time; no suffering; no humiliation will overcome the propensity. You will hear a man boast of having gorged more food, or liquor; quarrelled more frequently; seen more sights; heard more noises; talked more-than other people:-Thus, too, you will hear a woman boast of having done more mischief; torn more laces, hearts, and gloves; turned more heads or tunes; caused more prattle; spoilt more music than her neighbours. A man, whose ambition it is, to carry off six bottles of port under his belt-a beast-would never complain of his butler; nor dispute the bill of his landlord for twelve bottles, at a sitting, if the landlord or butler could persuade him that he had really drunk the twelve-no indeed-not he he would like them


We mention this, now, because we mean to make use of it presently; because Mr Irving has been called, among other names, a " voluminous writer,' (though he has written less, in all his life, than one of his countrymen has, in four months, under the continual pressure of serious duties, which apparently took up his whole time ;) because Mr Irving has been regarded as a large, industrious contributor-or, at least as not a lazy one-to the world of literature: (though he has actually produced less than half an octavo page a-day, since he first became to be known, as a professional author.)-And because (we have made an estimate) KNICKERBOCKER'S NEW YORK, which came out, in two small duodecimo volumes, over the water; and which has been put forth in one volume, octavo, by the London publisher, actually does contain more matter (shewing, thereby, at what price we have been buying his other Crayon" wares) than either BRACEBRIDGE-HALL; THE SKETCH-Book;


* Called "Recollections of a Student." We are assured, although we did not perceive him, that he is the author of this one paper.

the better for it; and go away, better satisfied with himself.

Now, this we take to be precisely the case with our fashionable octavos. People, who never study; never think -are quite amazed, when they come to find how easy a thing it is, after all, to read entirely through so vast a work as that, which has come to them in two octavos. They think better of themselves; their capacity; their diligence; less of those, whom they have hitherto looked upon with a sort of awe-the readers of a quarto: and, we are sure, would never pardon us, if we should venture to tell them, that, after all-they have only been read ing a duodecimo-only as much as their fathers read for a duodecimo.

This, we say, is one cause, perhaps a great cause, of Geoffrey Crayon's popularity, with a certain class of people; the indolent, loitering, and fashionable. Another is, that, finding themselves less weary, when they have read a pair of his octavos through, than they have ever been before, with a pair of octavos, by anybody else, they take it for granted, naturally enough, that it is owing to his great superiority over all other octavo writers-owing to some witchery of his known only to himself-that he is able to keep the attention awake, without wearying it, for what appears to them, a length of time, wholly unprecedented.

If the SKETCH-BOOK; or BRACEBRIDGE-HALL; or the TALES OF A TRAVELLER, had been published as KNICKERBOCKER was, not in two fashionable octavo volumes; but in one decent octavo volume, for the day; and sold for twelve shillings-though either might have been more popular, neither would have been so fashionable, as it has been.

able world-as they have, already, in the world of literature-so far, we mean, as they go, in that particular class of writing.

The LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF SCOTTISH LIFE-papers, in that very department of writing, for which Geoffrey has obtained a fashionable reputation (the touching, pathetic, and simply beautiful,) are greatly superior to anything of his-in their cluss. A little more management; a little more courtly, bookselling address in the publisher; and we believe that, before this, they would have superseded Irving, completely, in the fashion

But enough. Come we now, to the author.-Irving has been foolishly praised; cruelly, wickedly abused. He went up too high: he has fallen too low. They made an idol of him; they could see no fault or blemish in him; they crowned him; set him above other men; offered up his fellows to him-in spite of his continual, sincere expostulation. He was no Cromwell; no Cæsar-and he knew it: He did not refuse the honour, that it might be put upon him, by force. Well-they, did this-it was very foolish of them; very profane. But he was innocent: he should not have suffered.

Now-mark the change-now, in the freak of the hour, as if they could never forgive him, for their own folly

now, in the first paroxysm of returning reason-they have torn off his crown; tumbled him into the dirt, with brutal derision, cries; and would, if they had power, grind him to dust; casting the precious metal, that is within him, with all that he has of common earth, upon the waters, or the winds. They anointed him wickedly: they are now dishonouring him, far more wickedly. It is high time for us to interpose.

Shame on the dastards! There was a time, when he was talked about, as a creature of miraculous purity-in whom there was no guile : a sort of superior intelligence, come out for the regeneration of our literature: a man, so kind of heart; so benevolent; so gentle, that none but a ruffian could speak affrontingly of him. But now!

to hear what some people say, one would be ready to believe that he (who is, in truth, one of the most amiable, excellent creatures, alivewith manhood enough, too, where manhood is called for,) is a dangerous, lewd man; a licentious, obscene, abominable profligate; an atrocious conspirator-at war, alike with morality and liberty-a blockhead-(this climax, for the late Westminster school) -a political writer-an idiot-a patrician. Geoffrey Crayon a political writer! God help the fools!


Qu.-May not our author's text have run thus-too fashionable volumes :that is,"-&c. &c.-WARBURTON.

Yes it is time for us to interpose. We throw our shield over him, there fore. We undertake, once for all, to see fair play. Open the field-withdraw the rabble-drive back the dogs —give him fair play; and we will answer for his acquitting himself, like a man. If he do not, why-let him be torn to pieces and be

In the day of his popularity, we shewed him no favour: in this, the day of his tribulation, we shall shew him none. He does not require any. We saw his faults, when there was nobody else to see them. We put our finger upon the sore places about him: drove our weapon home-up to the hilt, wherever we found a hole in his beautiful armour; a joint, visible, in his golden harness-treated him, in short, as he deserves to be treated, like a man. But, we have never done, we never will do him wrong. We never have been-we never will begladiators, or assassins, for the amusement of anybody. We have too much respect for ourselves; too much for him-too little regard for the changes of popular opinion, which is never right, where it is possible to be wrong -ever to join the mob of puffers, or blackguards.

ed for England-where, since he came to be popular, anybody may trace him.

He is, now, in his fortieth year: 1 about five feet seven: agreeable countenance; black hair; manly complexion: fine hazel eyes, when lighted up-heavy in general-talks better than he writes, when worthily excited; but falls asleep-literally asleep in his chair-at a formal dinner party, in high life: half the time in a revery : little impediment-a sort of uneasy, anxious, catching respiration of the voice, when talking zealously: writes a small, neat hand, like Montgomery, Allan Cunningham, or Shee, (it is like that of each)-indolent-nervous

irritable-easily depressed-easily disheartened-very amiable-no appearance of especial refinement-nothing reinarkable-nothing uncommon about him :-precisely such a man, to say all in a word, as people would continually overlook, pass by without notice, or forget, after dining with him, unless, peradventure, his name were mentioned; in which case-odds bobs!

they are all able to recall something remarkable in his way of sitting, eating, or looking-though, like Oliver Goldsmith himself, he had never opened his mouth, while they were near : or sat, in a high chair-as far into it as he could get with his toes just reaching the floor. J

We come now to the works of Geoffrey.-1. The NEWSPAPER ESSAYS: Boyish theatrical criticisms-nothing more: foolishly and wickedly reproduced by some base, mercenary countryman of his-from the rubbish of old printing-offices: put forth as "by the author of the SKETCH-BOOK."How could such things be," by the author of the Sketch-Book," written, as they were, twenty years before the "Sketch-Book" was thought of?-By whom were they written ?-By a boy. -Was he the author of what we call The Sketch-Book ?-No. The SketchBook was written by a man; a fullgrown man.-Ergo the American publisher told a ―――. Q. E. D. Nevertheless, there is a touch of Irving's quality, in these papers-paltry as they are: A little of that happy, sly humour; that grave pleasantry, (wherein he resembles Goldsmith, so much;) that quiet, shrewd, goodhumoured sense of the ridiculous, which, altogether, in our opinion, go to make up the chief excellence of

What we say, therefore, now, of Washington Irving, we say, with a full knowledge, that a time will come, when it shall appear against us. We shall put our opinion here, as upon record-believing, in our hearts-for we have no temporary purpose to gratify-that, after many years, he will find consolation, support in it; others -that, in the time of these changes, there was one, at least-who had courage, power, and patience, to tell the truth of him-utterly careless of what other men thought, or said.

One word of his life, and personal appearance, (both of which are laughably misrepresented,) before we take up his works. He was born, we believe, in the city of New York; began to write for a newspaper at an early age: read law; but gave it up in despair-feeling, as Cowper did be fore him, a disqualifying constitutional timidity, which would not permit him to go out, into public life: engaged in mercantile adventure: appeared first, in Salamagundi; followed with Knickerbocker; wrote some articles for the American Magazines; was unsuccessful in business: embark

Geoffrey-that, which will outlive the fashion of this day; and set him apart, after all, from every writer in our lan guage. The qualities which have made him fashionable, he has, in common with a multitude:-Others, which are overlooked, now; but which will cause him to be remembered hereafter-perhaps for ages-are peculiarly, exclusively his own.

of seeing our old British writers-our pride-our glory-for ever upon the shelf-never-never upon the table.

2. SALAMAGUNDI; or WHIM WHAMS, &c. &c. The production of Paulding, Irving, Verplanck; and perhaps of others, in partnership:-the papers of Paulding are more sarcastic, ill-natured, acrimonious-bitter, than those of Irving; but quite as able: Those by Verplanck, we do not know: we have only heard of him, as one of the writers: It is a work in two volumes, duodecimo; essays, after the manner of Goldsmith-a downright, secret, laboured, continual imitation of himabounding too, in plagiarisms: the title is from our English FLIM FLAMS: oriental papers-the little man in black, &c. &c. from the Citizen of the World: Parts are capital: as a whole, the work is quite superior to any thing of the kind, which this age has produced. By the way, thoughWhat if some very enterprizing publisher were to bring out a few of the old British classics, in a modern, octavo dress, with a fashionable air We have an idea that he would find it pay well. The Vicar of Wakefield, now; Tom Jones; Peregrine Pickle What a run they might have, before they were discovered, in their large, handsome type; fine, white paper; and courtly margins.-Or, "to make assurance doubly sure;" and escape the critical guardians of the day, what if he change the titles; names; dates, etc. -the chances are fifty to one, that he would never be found out-at least until two or three editions had run off. It would be more fair, than such plagiarism, as we do meet with every day-like this of Salamagundi-about which nobody ever thought of complaining. Beside; where would be the harm?-the copyrights have run out. Would it not be doing a favour to the public; a handsome thing, after all, by our brave, old-fashioned literature, which, we are afraid, will soon be entirely obsolete?-The truth is, that we are tired and sick of these daily, hourly imitations-thefts and forgeries; angry, weary, and ashamed

We are quite serious, in what we say concerning the safety, with which our old fathers might be served up, under a new title. It may be done for it is done every day. Try the experiment. Let Mr Campbell republish that paper of Goldsmith, wherein he gives an account of a trip to Vauxhall-precisely as it is-without altering a word. Our life on it, if Mr C. keep the secret-as he would, undoubtedly, after such a hoax, upon him, or by him-that nobody else would smell a rat, for a twelvemonth to come.-By and by, perhaps, when we have a leisure afternoon, we may amuse ourselves, with pointing out a few cases, in our modern, stylish literature, to justify what we have said.

Among the characters of Salamagundi-about a dozen of which are capital, there is one of a fellow-whose name is TOM STRADDLE-an Englishmana pretty fair specimen too, of the Englishmen, that our friends over sea, are in the habit of meeting with, in their country. It was done by Irving, we believe. It is admirable.-Some years ago, a man, who was prosecuted in Jamaica, produced a volume of Salamagundi on his trial. The publication charged as libellous, it appeared, had been copied, literally, word for word, with a spiteful, malicious accuracy, from the character of Tom Straddle; printed-sold-sent abroad, mischie vously enough, to be sure, while one of those English "Travellers," whom Irving had so delightfully hit off, was in Jamaica-exploring and astonishing the natives.-This fact, alone, proves the truth of resemblance.

3. KNICKERBOCKER: A droll, humorous history of New York, while the Dutch, who settled it, were in power: conceived, matured, and brought forth, in a bold, original temper-unaided-and alone-by Irving: more entirely the natural thought, language, humour, and feeling of the man himself-without imitation or plagiarism-far more-than either of his late works: It was written, too, in the fervour and flush of his popularity, at home-after he had got a name, such as no other man had, among his countrymen; after Salamagundi had been read, with pleasure, all over North America: In it, how

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