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its existence, in the most modified slang, of which you will see a specimen
tion of Sir Richard Philipps, and other
particu- thrown ; for I trusted in the bayonets
and Cob- individual statesman among them, but
Now, sir, I never despaired of the myself with the first three-and-forty
by the character of
• As this piece of almost beastly stupidity may appear incredible to those who have
tion, which one would think should bers of the French royal family. That
when he thinks proper to do over again
The fifth article is on the pam- “ Milan. Talk, indeed, of our lan-
work, is an article on the Causes and Cure of Pauperism, (p. 262, &c. vol. 29,) and a
your pages, the whole details of the
Friday, 7 o'clock, A. M. charges adduced against this eminent It was Mullion who called on me lawyer, so that there is no need of my yesterday, and hindered me from wri. again slaying the slain. The Lord ting. The worthy. physician kept Chancellor himself fully refuted the me up all night, discussing various slanders vented against him in the topics of conversation, and " horns of Lower House of Parliament, when the horn,” as Glenfruin hath it. He valorous Whig who brought them for- got quite sewed up about one o'clock, ward knew well his Lordship could and is still slumbering away in a not answer him. As for the arguments sort of comatose sleep. I have been in this Review, they are mere twaddle this hour, sound as a roach. These as for the facts, they are Whig facts. young fellows from towns, after all, The only answer they deserve is al- cannot keep it up like us seasoned vesready in print-a formula cut and dry sels, invigorated by exposure to the -which the Review will remember.* air, from year's end to year's end. I I SAY, SIR, THAT THAT IS FALSE. shall occupy the couple of hours, which
I shall not detain you long on the will certainly elapse before he rises, in article on our friend Blackwood's Pub doing articles for you; and first I shall lications. It is a poor thin criticism, tack, a few lines to this letter. in Jeffrey's thinnest style, and, God The doctor tells me, that in Edin. knows, that is wretched enough. Had burgh this Review is very generally we seen it in the poorest literary pe- considered quite a genteel, candid, riodical in the empire, it would not amiable, not-to-be-expected sort of have amazed us. We should rather thing on the part of Blue and Yellow. have reprehended Ebony for hiring so Mullion even dropped a hint, that shabby a scribe to puff his books. some conciliatory matter or other Scissars and paste work make up the should be tossed off in Blackwood in principal matter of the Review, and return. I am sorry to hear this the critical department is naught. nonsense. There is nothing genteel What a wooden-headed critic must not at all in the business. A dirty feelhe be, who, from the circumstance of ing-a Whig feeling-kept them from their style, discovers that Adam Blair, noticing these novels when a notice and Lights and Shadows, were written could be supposed to be of any use. by the same person ! Their style ! He I
say supposed to be, for of actual might as ell have said, that Cobbett's use to them a notice from the Edinlast-Register was written by Jerry Ben- burgh could not be then or now. At tham-that the Flood of Thessaly last, when they became part of the came from the pen of Lord Byron- staple of our literature-second but to that Marmion was concocted by Crabbe one-when everybody had read them, -any piece of nonsense, in short. and everybody had praised them--a Adam Blair is a story of gloomy sor- sense of sbame, of the skulking sheakirow, arising from the indulgence of ness in hanging back, came over the guilty passions; the other is filled minds of the conductors of the Edinwith all the gentle impulses that spring burgh. They could not but be confrom honourable loves or kindly feel- scious that the true motives of their ings, and even its sorrow and sin are silence were appreciated, and were marked by a gentleness of conception, driven into this Review. It was too and language radically distinct from late in the day to abuse them, and the tempestuous eloquence of Adam praised they were accordingly in the Blair. The one is black as midnight fashion you see. at Martinmas—the other glowing and The opening of the article is a spebalmy as a dewy morning when the cimen of humbugging pure-I mean sun in Taurus rides. — This one asser- where Jeffrey tattles about the nationtion would damn any critique. ality of Scottish feeling, and takes me
I am interrupted. Treat this ar- rit to himself for abstaining from disticle as you please, for I can write no playing this trait by panegyrizing the
productions of Mr Blackwood's press. * Apropos, Lord B.'s very hard on a certain lawyer, in his 13th Canto of the Don.
There was Parolles too, the legal bully,
Who limits all his battles to the bar
He shews more appetite for words than war..-P. 48.
If his inmost heart could be seen, we One article remains, on a subject should, I am pretty certain, discover on which I could, and, perhaps, will, that the honour these books have con- if vexed, write a volume-the cause ferred on our Scottish literature is quite of the West India Planters. But on forgotten, in the fact of their being pro- that, you have had lately an adduced by men hostile to Scottish Whig- mirable article, and I shall not ingery; and that the most scabby Cock- trude on your columns now. Suffice ney libeller of Scottish character, provi- it to say, that it behoves Parliament ded he was Whig, would receive higher and ministers to look, with a cautious meed of applause for the dirtiest effu- eye, on the whole concern. sion of his dirty talents, from the Edin- listen to no pseudo liberality-nomock burgh Review, than the most honoura- philanthropy: let us regard it as it ble of the sons of Scotland, if holding interests our' brother subjects in the by the cause of his country and his God, West Indies,—their property, and their he was enrolled among the Tories. I rights. We have suffered things to have given the real reason of the Re- come to an alarming crisis, and must view, and I do not thank him for it, nerve ourselves for the result. I either on account of the authors of the impute ill designs to no man, pronovels, or of Blackwood. There is no fessing zeal in the cause of the slaveuse in holding farthing candles to the trade, except the Whigs, who avowsun. Mr Jeffrey's praise or blame is edly have taken it up as a clapmatter of perfect indifference to men, trap, without caring for anything bis superiors in talent in every re- but their own aspiration after power ; spect. Let his whigling admirers, or but I hope this great question will be the pluckless shakers at his autho- taken out of the hands of irresponsirity, say what they please, -he is but ble bodies, guided by men who may a shallow article-monger, who, by be actuated by unworthy motives. if one quackery or other, has obtained these men have done what they have the attention of the public, so far as to done through a love of God and man, be called a smart clever man, and to even though mischief may have resultbe forgotten by the end of every quare ed from their measures, yet shall their ter. În our literature, he has little motives have praise at all times from place even now-when defunct, he me—but if instead of piety and philanwill be remembered only by the po- thropy, views of filthy lucre be mix. ring and industrious John Nicholses, ed up in the business--if traces of (honoured be the name,) of the next bales of cotton, barrels of gunpowder, century. For such writers as those in pieces of romals, &c. &c. be found in hand, Í anticipate a very different fate; the process-great indeed is their dampay, more, I think the very best things nation. Before another year elapses, they have, as yet, written, far inferior we shall hear more on the subject. to what they are capable of writing, Mrs T. calls me to breakfast. All , and what they assuredly will write. well here. How is the hip? If poss.
Indeed, in point of fact, Blackwood shall be with you on Tuesday. Give has published no books at all equal to the enclosed to Professor Leslie. parts of his Magazine-that is the book Yours eternally, of books. Pitch us, therefore, compli.
T. TICKLER. ments to Auld Clootie.
I agree mainly with Tim. Even in the Review, they have let the cloven foot shew forth, as a practised eye will see.
The indications are trifling, but indisputable. For instance, he begins his list with the Annals of the Parish, giving it, with Whig accuracy, a wrong date, in order to avoid putting the Ayrshire Legatees, which was the first, and is in reality the germ, of all that writer's best novels, at the head of the series, because it originated in this Magazine. Again, he condemns that pleasant little book, the Steam Boat, in a lumping censure-Why? because its stories were first published in the Magazine, in which he understands [i. e. knows right well] it originally appeared. Moreover, it contains the very good story of Mrs Ogle of Balbogle, which is not a pleasant recollection for some folk. For the same reason, Lights and Shadows, although bepraised, are rather given the go-by ; because two or three of the best of them first appeared in this work--while Margaret