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MY DEAR NORTH,

terials I had laid before you, and asIn the proposal you have of late so sured me of your conviction, that the earnestly and frequently urged on me, strong interest they had excited in you that I should shape and parcel out my would not be unparticipated by the military recollections into articles for public. your Magazine, I really am at a loss My own indolence, and other causes to recognize either that felicity of tact,' not now necessary to notice, preventor soundness of judgment, by which ed my then following your advice. you are usually distinguished. I re I did not write a book, though the member in 1816, when our acquaint- time was certainly favourable for such, ance first commenced, (it was at Gib. an undertaking. The excitement proraltar, on your return from the Le- duced by the war, and its glorious vant,) that certain moving narrations termination, had not yet passed away; of the accidents I had encountered by Waterloo still rung in every ear; the flood and field, did occasionally con allies were yet in Paris ; Napoleon was tribute, along with the Malaga and scarcely chained to his rock ; the voice cigars, to relieve the monotony

of the of the reading public was for warevenings in my barrack-room, when war not merely in the pride, pomp, and you condescended to become its guest. circumstance with which it is invested You were then obligingly tolerant of by the historian, but in those humbler the poorness of your cheer, both men aspects, and more minute details, which tal and physical, at least politely qui- those alone who were themselves actors escent when I assumed the dreaded, in the scene can supply. In these cir. though acknowledged privilege of an cumstances, the booksellers set at work old soldier, and

their potent spells to evoke military Fought all my battles o'er again, spirits from the vasty deep. And who And thrice I slew the slain.”

answered to the call? Why, James You did more than this. You strongly Simpson, and a few other tourists of recommended me to compend a regular equal calibre and capacity for the task. and consecutive narrative of the more The Farce of Simpson & Co., however, striking portions of my military ca was played with success, and had a run. -reer, from the confused chaos of ma And such was then the indiscriminate VOL. XIX.

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A few words to correspondents. We began our work without ever dreaming of correspondents, being in ourselves an host. Matter enough we have ever had–far more than enough ; and by means of such machinery as we possess, we can, in one day, work up the raw material into the most firm and beautiful texture for immediate sale--all articles warranted. But month after month, correspondents, unasked, have joined our banners. Country gentlemen of fortune, and no profession—town gentlemen of profession, and no fortune-doctors of Æsculapian skill-clergymen of the old Jeremy Taylor breed—barristers, who one day or other will be Copleys-naval and military officers, emulous of Nelson and ODoherty-men before the mast and among the light-bobs-travelling Fellows of Colleges-merchants worth a plum--clerks with salalaries of L.75 per annum-maiden ladies of true motherly affections-misses in their teens—and wonderful old women, who have cut young teeth at fourscore and ten-A merry New-year to your all! You know us too well now to be in any feverish anxiety abouï the insertion of your articles. An Editor must be something of a despot, although by nature the mildest of men. But he never forgets one single soul of you—and every now and then, an Article, supposed to be lost for ever, appears suddenly with all the effulgence of a comet. Talent, wit, learning, never can knock in vain at the door of our Sanctum ; nor is there one instance on record of either having left its interior in disappointment. Delightful has it been to us to see genius coming forth in power from the most unexpected quarters, to the support of principles for ever exposed to danger, but we now believe imperishable. In another year or so, perhaps we shall publish a List of Contributors, such as never appeared to any Joint-Stock Company. The world knows the inexhaustible richness of—THE MINE,

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and material man. To the world at and himself. His conduct large I shall be an airy nothing, with been without stain, but how often has a name, perhaps, but certainly with. he been a villain in his heart? How out local habitation; in short,

often has he dallied with dishonour, "an invisible thing, and treasured in his inmost soul the A voice, a mystery."

base suggestions of profitable infamy? But while I confess this, and throw Could we, by intuition, learn the the perils of the task on the shoulders thoughts of even the best and purest most proper to bear them, I would not of men, and read the secret prompthave you remain ignorant of, or un- ings of his spirit, in what light would dervalue the pain and sacrifice which he appear to us! How many bright a compliance with your wishes will and pleasing delusions would vanish require. You know, I am a man from our eyes ! At the tribunal of whose hopes have been blighted, and his own heart, Mr Wilberforce might whose heart has been seared by disap- plead guilty to some visionary rape pointment. I cannot unclasp the vo and battery old Coutts to having lume of my life without pain, and feel- robbed the mail, or some speculaing what a fearful world of memory is tive forgery of bank-bills; and Mrs hidden in the past. Recollection cannot Hannah More herself-chaste as un but awaken thoughts “ that lie too sunned snow-might be convicted deep for tears,” passions which, though of loose and immoral dalliance with long buried by the ploughshare of time, some brawny cornet of the Life Guards. are yet ever ready to spring up dra- This scrutiny of secret motives, and gon's teeth, again to tear and agitate contemplation of unborn delinquenthe soul. Think you it is possible for cies, would do more than Luther any man to ponder on the fears, the ever did for the Reformation of Cacrimes, the follies, hopes, passions, tholicism ; the calendar would soon and delights which have stirred his become tolerably clear ; not a few inmortal frame,-to recal the dreams of terlopers of doubtful virtue would be young ambition, and compare the be found to have increased the mustering he might have been with the thing roll of the thirty thousand virgins; he is,-to think on his vanished hopes, the holy army of martyrs might at the early love on which fortune frown- least be reduced to a brigade; and ed, the friendships passed away,--and the legion of saints be contracted withyet feel no burning of the brain, no in the narrow limits of a baker's dozen. shuddering and shrinking of the heart? But I begin to wander. Surely he who can whistle down the Entertaining as I do such general wind this painful weakness of his na views of human nature, it would be ture, and gaze calmly on the broken inconsistent to object to their broadlinks of the manifold chain with which est application to myself. I have humanity is bound to earth, is an ano never been accused of a dishonour. maly, not a man; a being whom we able action; I have done wrong to may envy, but with whom we can

no man to whom I was not always have no fellowship.

ready to afford fitting satisfaction. Such penalty, my dear North, I feel I have borne a share in seven batto be attached to a retrospect of my tles, have headed a forlorn hope, and life, especially that most active and fought a duel, at six paces, with nospirit-stirring part of it connected with toriously the best pistol-shot in the all the promise of my youth, and the army, (which cost me three jawnot less transient aspirations of my teeth, and a third of my best whisker,) maturer years. But even this is not and on these occasions there was deall. If, along with the events of his tected no hurried tremor of the voice, past life, any man be led to take (what no quailing of the eye, nor quiver of is necessarily connected with them) a the lip; my step was firm and regular, calm survey of his own character and my arm steady; and yet I do not motives, he must bid adieu for ever to hesitate to own I am, in my own eyes, all sentiments of self-respect. None, I neither a man of pure principle, nor am sure, can recal and examine his of high courage. Calm as in these thoughts and feelings, the motives trying circumstances I may have seemeven of his most approved actions, ed, fear sat like a night-mare on my without a vivid and humiliating emo- soul, my heart trembled like a wotion of contempt, both for his nature man’s, and, amid the agonies of the

voracity of the public, that works of apathy the most moving narrative of this contemptible description were not the exploits of all regimental officers, only generally read, but, what is more and have even not the smallest wish important, generally sold, and, in the for a nearer view of the vie privèe of a absence of all military writers of com brigade major. In vain may Captain petent power and knowledge, succeed Poker endeavour to stir up the blaze ed to an extensive though short-lived of sympathy for neglected merit; Mapopularity. But those times have passe jor Tongs, were his exploits told by ed away. This blind and inordinate tongues far more eloquent than his craving of the public appetite has been own, would excite no admiration; and followed, as might have been expect bestow a tear on the ashes of Lieued, by a surfeit. Simpson's Com tenant Fireshovel will still, I fear, be mentaries “ De Bello Gallico” have beneath the great. (This pun deserves been subjected to the Cæsarian opera a kick. It trickled involuntarily from tion, and gutted for the trunk-makers. my pen ; but Works of a higher and better character “ Even in our ashes live our wonted-fres," have already been supplied. Lord and I fear I shall die a punster.) The Burghersh has published his Cam- public are unreasonable, and I will paigns; the author of “ Recollections not consent to bear in mind that a of the Peninsula,

,"* clad in his bright cornet is in posse chrysalis of a Fieldand glittering panoply, has started into Marshal. They are indifferent about the field; and your own

“ Subaltern, the progress of a career which ends in approaching his task with the grace a veteran battalion, or, like my own, and brightness of a scholar and a gen- in a half-pay majority. They will not tleman, has exceedingly

brood over an ensign in the egg, nor “ Graced his cause

follow him with breathless eagerness In speaking of himself

through all the perils of his chickenWhat is it then you require of me? I hood, even should he end in the wellappeal to your cooler judgment, if it fledged Governor of a Sugar island, or would be wise and prudent in me to a member of the Clothing board. All follow in the wake of writers like these, this, I say, the public will not do, and to try a passage at arms with cham- I think you would do well to direct pions who have already shown such your efforts and attention to the supply skill and address in the management of more marketable commodities than of their weapons. It really does ap- any you can expect from me. What I pear to me quite hopeless to expect have already said, however, is matter that scenes which have already been for your consideration, not for mine. delineated by the hand of a master If you choose to fob, your readers off should acquire any new interest from with dull refacciamentos, and your a few additional sketches from a daub- readers prosper on such spare diet, I er like myself.

really do not see why I should give But, in truth,'my good North, how myself any concern about the matter. ever well they may be executed, the By failing in the attempt, I, at least, taste for such subjects is now consi- lose nothing. I have no literary chaderably on the wane. No writer at racter to be jeoparded in the trial; I this time of day can expect in his am a man who trades without capital, readers a sensitive participation in the whom no reverse of fortune can make perils of an out-picket, nor induce worse than he was originally-a begthem, by any eloquence, to cherish fere gar. But even this chance I shall vent aspirations for the escape of a fo avoid. By you only can I be known raging party. They will regard with as a being of thewes and sinews, a real

* We believe we have never noticed this writer before. Bating an affeetation of style,' which pervades the whole of his works, we have no fault to find with his Recollections and Travels. They betray considerable graphic power, and are stamped throughout with the impress of an elegant and amiable mind. But a work more thoroughly absurd and worthless than “ The Story of a Life,” we never met, except from the press of Leadenhall Street. There is throughout a constant effort and straining after effect ; a turgid verbosity, which is to us very tiresome and disgusting. There is, however, something pleasant in watching the strenuous efforts of a clever man to knock down his own reputation, and endeavouring, even unsuccessfully, to get himself written down an ass.

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and material man. To the world at and himself. His conduct may have large I shall be an airy nothing, with been without stain, but how often has a name, perhaps, but certainly with he been a villain in his heart? How out local habitation; in short,

often has he dallied with dishonour, an invisible thing, and treasured in his inmost soul the A voice, a mystery."

base suggestions of profitable infamy? But while I confess this, and throw Could we, by intuition, learn the the perils of the task on the shoulders thoughts of even the best and purest most proper to bear them, I would not of men, and read the secret prompthave you remain ignorant of, or un- ings of his spirit, in what light would dervalue the pain and sacrifice which he appear to us! How many bright a compliance with your wishes will and pleasing delusions would vanish require. You know, I am a man from our eyes! At the tribunal of whose hopes have been blighted, and his own heart, Mr Wilberforce might whose heart has been seared by disap- plead guilty to some visionary rape pointment. I cannot unclasp the vo and battery; old Coutts to having lume of my life without pain, and feel- robbed the mail, or some speculaing what a fearful world of memory is tive forgery of bank-bills; and Mrs hidden in the past. Recollection cannot Hannah More herself-chaste as unbut awaken thoughts

" that lie too sunned snow-might be convicted deep for tears,” passions which, though of loose and immoral dalliance with long buried by the ploughshare of time, some brawny cornet of the Life Guards. are yet ever ready to spring up dra- This scrutiny of secret motives, and gon's teeth, again to tear and agitate contemplation of unborn delinquenthe soul. Think you it is possible for cies, would do more than Luther any man to ponder on the fears, the ever did for the Reformation of Cacrimes, the follies, hopes, passions, tholicism ; the calendar would soon and delights which have stirred his become tolerably clear; not a few inmortal frame,--to recal the dreams of terlopers of doubtful virtue would be young ambition, and compare the be found to have increased the mustering he might have been with the thing roll of the thirty thousand virgins'; he is,-to think on his vanished hopes, the holy army of martyrs might at the early love on which fortune frown- least be reduced to a brigade ; and ed, the friendships passed away,--and the legion of saints be contracted withyet feel no burning of the brain, no in the narrow limits of a baker's dozen. shuddering and shrinking of the heart? But I begin to wander. Surely he who can whistle down the Entertaining as I do such general wind this painful weakness of his na views of human nature, it would be ture, and gaze calmly on the broken inconsistent to object to their broadlinks of the manifold chain with which est application to myself. I have humanity is bound to earth, is an ano never been accused of a dishonourmaly, not a man; a being whom we able action; I have done wrong to may envy, but with whom we can no man to whom I was not always have no fellowship.

ready to afford fitting satisfaction. Such penalty, my dear North, I feel I have borne a share in seven batto be attached to a retrospect of my tles, have headed a forlorn hope, and life, especially that most active and fought a duel, at six paces, with nospirit-stirring part of it connected with toriously the best pistol-shot in the all the promise of my youth, and the army, (which cost me three jawnot less transient aspirations of my teeth, and a third of my best whisker,) maturer years. But even this is not and on these occasions there was deall. If, along with the events of his tected no hurried tremor of the voice, past life, any man be led to take (what no quailing of the eye, nor quiver of is necessarily connected with them) a the lip; my step was firm and regular, calm survey of his own character and my arm steady; and yet I do not motives, he must bid adieu for ever to hesitate to own I am, in my own eyes, all sentiments of self-respect. None, I neither a man of pure principle, nor am sure, can recal and examine his of high courage. Calm as in these thoughts and feelings, the motives trying circumstances I may have seemeven of his most approved actions, ed, fear sat like a night-mare on my without a vivid and humiliating emo- 'soul, my heart trembled like a wotion of contempt, both for his nature man's, and, amid the' agonies of the

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