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Lyndsay, who has not the taint of Maga on her, absolutely draws floods of tears from the critics' eyes-Nothing can be more beautiful !—The very blazoning of Blackwood's name, so ostentatiously at the end of every book, is also a display of candour; he even puts it to Ringan Gilhaize, which was not from the officina Ebonensis. After all, what can be more indicative of public opinion as to the fairness of the Edinburgh, than the fact that a favourable critique of books published by Blackwood appearing in its pages, should have been considered quite an unlooked-for occurrence! We should consider it as a gross affront if it were imagined that our criticisms were on the bookseller, not on the book. If a jack-ass brayed forth from Ebony's counter, we should destroy him mercilessly-[we have done so before y-if a man of talent published with Constable or anybody else, a full and unsparing tribute to that talent should be cheerfully paid, as it has always been. We were ashamed of ourselves if it were otherwise. It
be objected, that we seldom praise Whig works-true for the party is so awfully stupid, that they seldom give us anything worth reading. But Byron, Moore, Shelly, Luttrell, profess Whiggery, or something as bad; and we request our readers to revert to our remarks on their works. As for bibliopolic influence base, a figo for it—the fig of Spain.-M. ODOHERTY.
THE DIARY OF JOSEPU BURRIDGE, ESQ. OF MILLFORD HALL, ESSEX,
EDITED BY LORD FLANDERS. We are inclined to consider this in- Reynolds's Lectures ; but that of teresting little book as the most im- Gray's Elegy was never questioned ; portant piece of biography which has and a Mr Rogers has always been conappeared in our time. As the title sidered and esteemed as the author of implies, it consists of the diurnal ob- the Pleasures of Memory. What shall servations of a private gentleman, of now be thought, when we assure the some style and figure in Essex-his public, that those justly celebrated name was never before heard of among works were all written by the late Joauthors; it is not in Sir Richard's Dic- seph Burridge'of Millford Hall, Essex; tionary-and yet his works are in the that Oliver Goldsmith and Samuel hands of everybody, and constitute the Rogers, are but two of the many brightest stars in the literary galaxy names under which Mr Burridge pubof the late' reign. He was, without lished his elegant and beautiful proquestion, the greatest genius of the ductions; that Rasselas was also writlast century, but such was his invin- ten by him, and that he paid ten guicible reluctance to be known as an au neas to Dr Johnson, to dispose of it thor, that he rather chose to see the to the booksellers as his own compobrows of others adorned by the wreaths sition ! he had himself won, than endure the Mr Burridge insinuates that other maudlin compliments to which he obe members of “ The Club,” (query, Liserved all sorts of literary men sub- terary Club ?) were in the practice of jected. Never was hoax so complete and hiring needy and obscure scholars to perfect throughout-never was thegul- father their books ; but he observes, fability of the world so largely drawn that “this is not always safe ; when it upon, nor its credulity so thorough- happens that the work does not take, ly demonstrated. Who, before, ques. the wretches are sure to blab, and tioned that Oliver Goldsmith was not when it does, they run away with the the author of The Traveller, The De- praise. It is truly lamentable to obserted Village, The Vicar of Wake serve the inward tortures which the field ? Who suspected that Dr John- poor Duke suffers, as often as Sheridan son's Tour to the Hebrides, was not is spoken of as the author of the the genuine work of the colossal Lex- School for Scandal.” icographer? It is true, that doubts The Duke here alluded to, we behave before been surmised with re- lieve, was his late Grace of Devonspect to the authenticity of Sir Joshua shire, whose brilliant wit still is re
membered with such delight in the that all he states is perfectly true ; but fashionable circles. The noble editor in those things which took place after ought to have subjoined a few notes he had retired into the country, on to those passages where individuals succeeding to his maternal grandfaare thus spoken of without being na- ther's estate, by the death of his coumed; we hope some such key will yet sin Sir Pard Petersham—there is not be supplied. In the meantime, it is the same force of minute circumstance, pleasing to see the modesty of seques- and his information is manifestly, in tered genius at last rewarded with the many instances, incorrect. Such, for fame which it ought always to have instance, as saying that Mr Towal enjoyed. We never could before un Buxton, a hale and vigorous brewer, derstand how a low-born fellow like “is a poet of the most refined sensibiSheridan should have acquired such a lities, and is indeed, in piety and adfamiliar footing with the aristocratic venture, the very Thalaba of his own Whigs, but Mr Burridge explains it poem, which, for three hogsheads of by the simple circumstance of Sheria entire, he persuaded Mr Southey to dan, “ when a young man about adopt."—We sincerely sympathize in the play-houses, having fathered the the great alarm and anxiety with School for Scandal for the Duke of which Mr Buxton naturally looks forDevonshire."
ward to some resolution of the House There are some things in which we of Commons, whereby Government is think Mr Burridge, with all his op to be requested to use its utmost endeaportunities, must be mistaken; and vours to oblige all brewers of ale and he evidently has committed a gross porter to divide their profits with their anachronism in stating that Home's workmen ; but to consider him as the tragedy of Douglas was a juvenile wild and wonderful Thalaba—we howork of the Right Honourable N. Van. nestly confess our inability--Besides, sittart, the late worthy Chancellor of the very idea of a brewer, with the Exchequer. He has confounded a great foaming tankard of heavy two things—“ The Wealth of Na wet in his hand, going forth to drown tions,” — commonly ascribed to Dr sorcerers, is too ridiculous—No, Mr Adam Smith, and not the tragedy Burridge, we cannot swallow that; of Douglas, was the production of but if Jeremy Bentham really wrote the Right Honourable Gentleman's the Life of Lopez de Vega, which Lord early promise and youthful pen. That Holland has been so good-natured as Lord Lauderdale may have had some to father, we shall stretch a point; at thing to do with Henry Brougham's the same time we are disposed to unknown work on Colonial Policy, we allow, that the poetical translations believe few are so sceptical as to doubt; may have been from his pen. The but, when we are called to credit that whole of thạt work, however, has so Sir William Curtis, merely because, much of the elegance and erudition as it would seem, he happens to be a peculiar to Mr Jerdan of the Litebiscuit-baker and banker, as well as rary Gazette, that we are much inbaronet, wrote those articles in the clined to ascribe it entirely to him. Edinburgh Review, on the Corn Laws Indeed, as we have already remarked, and the Bullion question, which have Mr Burridge, in those notes which rebeen always ascribed to Frank Horner, late to the history of literature subsewe may be allowed to doubt.-In the quent to his departure from London, first place, from the wcll-known politi- is not to be trusted—but still his incal sentiments of the loyal alderman, we formation is occasionally curious and think the thing prima facie improba- we admit, that some of the anecdotes ble-he would never have become a relative to the management of our own contributor to the Edinburgh Review; Magazine, are not without foundation, nor do we think, had he been so It may be that some allowance should inconsistent as to have been willing, be made for his great age ; time may that Mr Jeffrey would have permitted have impaired his inemory and obany article from his pen to be inserted. scured his judgment. By a note of
When Mr Burridge speaks of the the 10th of September, 1822, it would wits with whom he associated, when appear, he had on that day attained he tells us of what passed at “ The his ninety-first year. His noble bioClub," and when he alludes to the dif- grapher informs us, that he died sudferent negotiations with the booksell-denly of apoplexy, on the 7th of ers for the sale of his own works, it is October following, and that the late impossible not to feel and acknowledge, Principal Taylor of Glasgow, together
with the celebrated Dr Parr, were ap- Was it not by our instrumentality pointed his executors, by whom, at that the morose Byron has obtained their joint solicitation, his lordship was the praise due to the author of Beppo, induced to undertake the task of pre- a poem which, it is no longer necessary paring.“ The Diary” for the press. to conceal, was from the lively Christian “ The custom," says the editorial muse of Mr Zachariah M'Aulay?-But
so prevalent during the late did we anticipate that ever the editor of reign, among men of parts and fortune, the Edinburgh Review would borrow of publishing under fictitious names, a leaf from our hoaxing, and so seem has, in our own time, given way to to fall in with the erroneous opinions the anonymous fashion, which, though, of mankind--opinions which we are in morally speaking, perhaps the more part the source of propagating--as to commendable of the two, is yet ex
treat those works as if he was heaping posed to greater disadvantages. Sensi- coals of fire upon the guilty heads of ble and well-bred people know, when the gentlemen to whom they are coman author withholds his name from wonly ascribed ?-We appeal to himthe title-page of his works, it is an self if he does not believe that some of intimation to the world in general his own correspondents had a hand in that he wishes not to be addressed more than one of them? We ask Henry concerning them. But low-bred and Cockburn to declare on his honour as vulgar persons, by not understanding a gentleman, whether or no he did not this, persecute the poor anonymous write “ The Provost ?” We ask the either with direct fulsome, or aside Rev. Mr Lapsley of Campsie, that strictures.”
egregious Whig, to say what part he did We agree entirely with the noble not write in “ Adam Blair?" A recent editor; the life of an anonymous au- elevation to the bench alone deters us thor would in mortal sufferance be far from hinting at the author of the sweet beyond any anguish which we who re- and mournful“ Lights and Shadows.” vel in celebrity, and have bragged our But we look to the ambrosial chambers selves into fame, can conceive, were it of Professor Sandford of Glasgow, for not happily ordered, that there are very an answer with respect to · Valefew vulgar and impertinent persons in rius.” Mr Jeffrey has judiciously abthe world. And if it should so happen stained from saying anything of “Rein an author's own time, that, like ginald Dalton.” He intends a sepaMr Burridge, he sees others enjoying rate article. It certainly would not bethe honours and the homage which comehimself to speak favourably of that belong to himself, he has it always in work; and he cannot naturally have his power to come forward and claim any desire not to see it applauded. We his right.
have heard of authors reviewing their The anonymous system, however, own books. We shall not impute anyhas certainly been carried too far; and thing so derogatory to the character of we take blame to ourselves for permit- the Editor of the Edinburgh Review.. ting it to grow to such a head. We But to return to “ The Diary." say this the more emphatically, as we It was our intention to have given observe a dexterous use made of it, a few extracts ; these, however, we against ourselves, in the last Number must for the present postpone, as Mr of the Edinburgh Review. It is mat- North has informed us that he intends ter of universal renown with what to begin the ensuing year with a series success we have levelled that mighty of personal attacks, under the title of and overweening journal to the ground.
“ The Volcano;" and, in consequence, But, in a late article, Mr Jeffrey has after due consideration, we have been classed all “the bailie's” novels, and induced to reserve them for that paper. more than the bailie's, together; and, They will come, perhaps, with more without scarcely adverting to the ex- propriety, in some one of The Erupistence of our triumphant Maga, has tions not that they possess anything spoken of them in such a way, that 50 particularly libellous as to raise the many judicious persons consider it as morbid appetite of the public to that a sort of handsome peace-offering state of ecstasy and excitement which Now, what is the fact? Have we not, some of our juvenile indiscretions profor the last five years, been playing duced, such as the Chaldee, for examoff a thousand ingenious and clever ple; but still they are not without a jokes, ascribing books to different per- currie, particularly those which relate sons, who, as all the world krew, were to certain distinguished members of utterly incapable of writing them ? - the English Bar.
WRESTLIANA, OR AN HISTORICAL ACCOUNT OF ANCIENT AND MODERN WREST
LING, BY WILLIAM LITT.
Our literature is rich in British need not fear for our country, notwithSports, and this admirable little volume standing the pressure of times, tithes, will be a valuable addition to the most taxes, raw wet weather, and Joseph bang-up library. The author is notonly Hume. perfectly skilled in the theory of wrest It is impossible for a cold, dull, ling, but an adept in its practice. He phlegmatic character, (but for such we has contended with the best men in do not write, “procul, procul, esto prothe north of England—that is, the fani,”) to conceive the intense and pasworld, and has thrown, and been sionate interest taken by the whole thrown, with the most distinguished northern population in this most moapplause. He has not been deterred by ral and muscular amusement. For a false shame from alluding to his weeks before the great Carlisle annual own triumphs in the ring; but, like contest, nothing else is talked of on most persons of real talent, he speaks road, field, flood, foot or horseback ; modestly of his greatest achievements, we fear it is thought of even in church, and therein resembles Xenophon and which we regret and condemn ; and Julius Cæsar. There is none of that in every little comfortable “ public,” bluster about William Litt which within a circle of thirty miles diamethere certainly was pout Napoleon ter, the home-brewed quivers in the Buonaparte ; and we have no doubt glasses on the oaken table to knuckles whatever, that, had he stood second smiting the board in corroboration of at Carlisle for the championship of the the claims to the championship, of a world, he would have entertained to- Grahame, a Cass, a Laugklen, Solid wards his conqueror none of those Yaik, a Wilson, or a Wightman. A petty feelings of spite and envy with political friend of ours, a staunch felwhich the exile of Helena regarded low, in passing through to the Lakes the victor of Waterloo.
last autumn, heard of nothing but the Mr Litt is a person in a respectable contest for the county, which he had rank of life, and his character has, we understood would lie between Lord know, been always consonant with his Lowther (the sitting member) and Mr condition. He is, in the best sense of Brougham. But, to his sore perplexity, the word, a gentleman, and his name, he heard the names of new candidates “ familiar as a household word” all to him hitherto unknown ; and on over the north, is a sufficient pledge meeting us at that best of inns, White and proof of the perfect accuracy of all Lion, Bowness, he told us, with a downthe statements in this “ wrestler's ma cast and serious countenance, that Lord nual.” It was highly gratifying to the Lowther would be ousted, for that the thousands collected round the ring at struggle, as far as he could learn, the last grand northern meeting, to see would ultimately be between Thomas him honoured by the especial notice of Ford of Egremont, and William Richthe members of the most powerful no ardson of Caldbeck, men of no landble family in England. He ought to ed property, and probably radicals. be, indeed, from what we can learn, is, It is, in our opinion, and according by the unanimous voice of the North,t to our taste, (and both our opinion elected umpire of the wrestling ring and our taste are found to go a longer John Jackson is not more a magnum way with some people than they are et venerabile, nomen in the pugilistie aware of,) not easy, even to the most hemisphere, than William Litt in the poetical and picturesque imagination, other half of the gymnastic world. to create for itself a more beautiful
Both are as honest, upright, inde- sight than the ring at Carlisle. By al-pendent Englishmen, as ever floored or tering one or two words, (eggs to men, threw; and while either ring continues and so forth,) Mr Wordsworth's lines, to enclose such sterling characters, we on a hedge-sparrow's nest, become a
* Whitehaven : Printed by R. Gibson, 26, King Street, 1823. Price 23. + North of England, our Contributor means; but we beg leave to add our own-NORTA.
sensible enough exclamation in such a The scope and tendency of Mr Litt's case.
dissertation on the inductive pbiloso
phy of beans and bacon, (truly expe“ See two strong men are struggling there," rimental,) is to prove that wrestling is Few visions have I seen more fair, superior, as a British field-sport, to Or many prospecis of delight
pugilism, cock-fighting, horse-racing, More pleasing than that simple sight.” foot-ball, running, leaping, and sin
gle-stick; to which may be added, Fifteen thousand people perhaps are nem. con., badger-drawing and bull. there, all gazing anxiously on the can- baiting. From the little we have said, didates for the county. Down goes it may appear that we are Littites; but Cass; Wightman is the standing mem we acknowledge frankly that our opia ber; and the agitation of a thousand nion remains wavering between the passions, a suppressed shudder, and comparative merits of the science of an under growl, moves the mighty mul- the Fist, of the Back-hold, and of the titude like an earthquake. No savage Quarter-staff; just as our opinion has anger, no boiling rage of ruined black long remained wavering between the legs, no leering laughter of mercenary comparative merits of Poetry, Paintswells-sights and sounds which, we ing, and Music. In these six sciences we must confess, do sicken the sense at excel; in pugilism, a Spring—in wrestNewmarket and Moulsey—but the vi- ling, a Ton Nicholson—in single-stick, sible and audible movements of calm, a Wall-in“building the lofty rhyme," strong, temperate English hearts, free a perfect Pindar ; as a limner, Haydon from all fear or ferocity, and swayed yields to us the title of modern Rafor a few moments of sublime pathos, phael ; and on the violin, theorbo, and by the power of nature, working in Hageolet, we succumb only to Ballanvictory or defeat.
tyne. We love pugilism and Pierce Egan, But although candour constrains us but in some respects they must yield to say that “this is a moot point,” Mr the palm to wrestling and William Litt has certainly established the suLitt. All sorts of arguments, every- perior antiquity of his favourite science. thing bearing the most remote resem Wrestling seems to be one of the few blance to abstrací reasoning, is our things not borrowed from the Egypabhorrence, and, unless we give up tians; for says our authorreading the Edinburgh Review entire “ We find in the 32d chapter of Genesis, ly, will be our death. Therefore (con-' that Jacob, having passed his family over found that logical-looking pedant of a the brook Jabbok, was left alone. In its word with his formal phiz) we shall history of events at this early period of the not follow Mr Litt through his “Phi
world, with a brevity commensurate with losophical Dissertation on Wrestling, relates only those particular occurrences
its high importance, the Bible minutely compared with other amusements of
which refer to some covenant, or promise, the present day;" however, we have
then made, renewed, or fulfilled. It narread it,and prefer it infinitely to Mac
rates facts, without commenting upon them. vey Napier's“ Dissertation on the Scope Therefore, although Jacob's wrestling with and Tendency of Lord Bacon.” Mr the Angel was too remarkable an incident Litt seems more master of his subject, to be omitted, yet we are not told in what possesses a clearer head and style, is manner he came, nor of any preliminary Iess assuming, although with every
conversation or agreement between them. supposable reason to be more so, and It, however, appears very evident, that until brings to his task a larger mass of
the Angel manifested his miraculous power, general erudition. If in any point mortal like himself; and on whichever side
Jacob believed his opponent was a mere he be inferior to Macvey, it is, we think, in the number of his authori
the proposal originated, it was acceded to
by the other, either as a circumstance not ties; yet, no doubt, many readers will unusual, or as an amicable amusement, prefer a writer who tells you what he
which might be practised without the least knows, and has himself seen, to one infringement on cordiality. If it was not who knows and has seen nothing, but unusual, we are warranted in supposing it endeavours to supply these deficiencies a common diversion antecedent to that pe. by quotations from the sundry lan- riod, and that Jacob was himself a scienti. guages of divers people.
fic practiser of the art when he was the
* In the original, “ See five blue eggs are shining there," &c.