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I proceed on my journey ; thou meanest not,' added a while quite overpowered me : I covered my face be with a smile, 'to deny me the boon which Allah with my hands and wept in silence. extends to all his creatures? What! still suspicious ? Come, then, I will increase thy advantage, and try to
Besides his Eastern tales, Mr Fraser has written win thy confidence. With that he unbuckled his
skied' his a story of his native country, The Highland Smugglers, sword, and threw it. with his matchlock, upon the in which he displays the same talent for description. turf a little way from him. “See me now unarned ; |
ed with much inferior powers in constructing a prowilt thou yet trust me? Who could have doubted bable or interesting narrative. longer? I threw down my bow and arrows : ‘Pardon,' cried I, my tardy confidence; but he that has escaped
THEODORE EDWARD HOOK. with difficulty from many perils, fears even their shadow : here,' continued I, are bread and salt, eat THEODORE EDWARD Hook, the best of our fashionthou of them; thou art then my guest, and that sacred | able novelists, was born in London, September 22, tie secures the faith of both. The stranger, with an- 1788. He was the son of a distinguished musical other smile, took the offered food.
The following passage, describing the Kuzzilbash's return to his native village, affects us both by the vicw which it gives of the desolations caused in half barbarous countries by war and rapine, and the Jeautiful strain of sentiment which the author puts into the mouth of his hero :
We continued for some time longer, riding over & track once fertile and well-cultivated, but now returned to its original desolation. The wild pomegranate, the thorn, and the thistle, grew high in the fields, and overran the walls that formerly enclosed them. At length we reached an open space, occupied by the ruins of a large walled village, among which a square building, with walls of greater height, and towers at each corner, rose particularly conspicuous.
As we approached this place I felt my heart stirred within me, and my whole frame agitated with a secret and indescribable emotion ; visions of past events seemed hovering dimly in my meniory, but my sensations were too indistinct and too confused to be intelligible to myself. At last a vague idea shot through my brain, and thrilled like a fiery arrow in my heart; with burning cheeks and eager eyes I looked towards my companion, and saw his own bent keenly upon me.
Knowest thou this spot, young man?' said he, after & pause : 'if thy memory does not serve thee, cannot thy heart tell thee what walls are these?' I gasped for breath, but could not speak. "Yes, Ismael,' continued he, these are the ruined walls of thy father's house ; there passed the first days of thy childhood ;
composer; and at the early age of sixteen (after an
i imperfect course of education at Harrow school), he within that broken tower thy eyes first saw the light ! But its courts are now strewed with the unburied dust.
| became a sort of partner in his father's business of
music and song. In 1805 he composed a comic of thy kindred, and the foxes and wolves of the desert | rear their young among its roofless chanubers. These
opera, The Soldier's Return, the overture and music, are the acts of that tribe to which thou hast so long
as well as the dialogues and songs, entirely by himbeen in bondage—such is the debt of blood which cries
self. The opera was highly successful, and young out for thy vengeance !
Theodore was ready next year with another afterI checked my horse to gaze on the scene of my in
piece, Catch Him Who Can, which exhibited the fant years, and my companion seemed willing to in
talents of Liston and Mathews in a popular and dulge me. Is it indeed true, as some sages have
effective light, and had a great run of success. Se. taught, that man's good angel hovery over the place
veral musical operas were then produced in rapid of his birth, and dwells with peculiar fondness on the
succession by Hook, as The Invisible Girl, Music innocent days of his childhood? and that in after
Mad, Darkness Visible, Trial by Jury, The Fortress, years of sorrow and of crime she pours the recollec
| Tekeli, Exchange no Robbery, and Killing no Murder. tion of those pure and peaceful days like balm over
Some of these still keep possession of the stage, and the heart, to soften and improve it by their influence? | evince wonderful knowledge of dramatic art, musical How could it be, without soine agency like this, that. / skill, and literary powers in so young an author. gazing thus unexpectedly on the desolate home of my
They were followed (1808) by a novel which has fathers, the violent passions, the bustle, and the misery
been described as a mere farce in a narrative shape. of later years, vanished from my mind like a dream ;
The remarkable conversational talents of Theodore and the scenes and feelings of my childhood came Hook, and his popularity as a writer for the stage, fresh as yesterday to my remembrance? I heard the led him much into society. Flushed with success, joyous clamour of my little brothers and sisters ; our full of the gaiety and impetuosity of youth, and congames, our quarrels, and our reconciliations, were once scious of his power to please and even fascinate in more present to me; the grave smile of my father, the company, he surrendered himself up to the enjoykind but eternal gabble of my good old nurse ; and, ment of the passing hour, and became noted for above all, the wild sweet voice of my beloved mother, his boisterous buffooneries,' his wild sallies of wit as she adjusted our little disputes, or soothed our and drollery, and his practical hoares. childish sorrows-all rushed upon my mind, and for Amongst his various talents was one which, though
familiar in some other countries, whose language ral years the efficient conductor of a magazine affords it facilities, has hitherto been rare, if not certainly affords, as the Quarterly Revier i unknown in ours, namely the power of improvisatising, marks, sufficient proof that he never sank into ideor extemporaneous composition of songs and music. ness. At the same time Theodore Hook was the Hook would at table turn the whole conversation of idol of the fashionable circles, and ran a hetikus the evening into a song, sparkling with puns or round of dissipation. Though in the receipt of a witty allusions, and perfect in its rhymes. “He large income-probably not less than £3000 per accompanied himself (says a writer in the Quar- annum-by his writings, he became involved in terly Review) on the pianoforte, and the music pecuniary embarrassments; and an unhappy copwas frequently, though not always, as new as nexion which he had formed, yet dared not avow, the verse. He usually stuck to the common ballad entailed upon him the anxieties and responsibilities measures ; but one favourite sport was a mimic of a family. Parts of a diary which he kept bave opera, and then he seemed to triumph without been published, and there are passages in it disclose effort over every variety of metre and complication | ing his struggles, his alternations of hope and deof stanza. About the complete extemporaneousness spair, and his ever-deepening distresses and difficul. of the whole there could rarely be the slightest ties, which are inexpressibly touching as well as doubt. This power of extempore verse seems to instructive. At length, overwhelmed with difti. have been the wonder of all Hook's associates; it culties, his children unprovided for, and himself a astonished Sheridan, Coleridge, and the most illus- victim to disease and exhaustion before he had cum trious of his contemporaries, who used to hang de-pleted his 530 year, he died at Fulham on the 24th lighted over such rare and unequivocal manifesta of August 1842. tions of genius. Hook had been introduced to the The works of Theodore Hook are very unequal, prince regent, afterwards George IV., and in 1812 and none of them perhaps display the rich and varied he received the appointment of accomptant-general powers of his conversation. He was thoroughly acand treasurer to the colony of the Mauritius, with a quainted with English life in the higher and middle salary of about £2000 per annum. This handsome ranks, and his early familiarity with the stage had provision le enjoyed for five years. The duties of taught him the effect of dramatic situations and the office were, however, neglected, and an exami- | pointed dialogue. The theatre, however, is not nation being made into the books of the accomptant, always a good school for taste in composition, and various irregularities, omissions, and discrepancies Hook's witty and tragic scenes and contrasts of were detected. There was a deficiency of about character are often too violent in tone, and too little £12,000, and Hook was ordered home under the discriminated. Hence, though his knowledge of high ! charge of a detachment of military. Thus a dark life was undoubted, and his powers of observation cloud hung over him for the remainder of his life ; rarely surpassed, his pictures of existing manners but it is believed that he was in reality innocent of seem to wear an air of caricature, imparted insepall but gross negligence. On reaching London in sibly by the peculiar habits and exuberant fancy of 1819, he was subjected to a scrutiny by the Audit the novelist. His pathos is often overdone, and his Board, which did not terminate until after the lapse mirth and joyousness carried into the regions of of nearly five years. He was then pronounced to be farce. He is very felicitous in exposing all ridica. liable to the crown for the deficit of £12.000. In lous pretences and absurd affectation, and in such the meantime he laboured assiduously at literature scenes his polished ridicule and the practical sagr. as a profession. He became, in 1820, editor of the city of the man of the world, conversant with its John Bull newspaper, which he made conspicuous different ranks and artificial distinctions, are strikfor its advocacy of high aristocratic principles, some ingly apparent. We may collect from his novels virulent personalities, and much wit and humour. (especially the "Savings and Doings,' which were His political songs were generally admired for their carefully written) as correct a notion of English point and brilliancy of fancy. In 1823, after the award society in certain spheres in the nineteenth cenhad been given finding him a debtor to the crown in tury, as Fielding's works display of the manners of the sum mentioned, Hook was arrested, and continued the eighteenth. To regularity of fable he made nearly two years in confinement. His literary labours little pretension, and we suspect he paid little attenwent on, however, without interruption, and in 1824 tion to style. He aimed at delineation of characterappeared the first series of his tales, entitled Sayings at striking scenes and situations-at reflecting the and Doings, which were so well received that the language and habits of actual life-and all this he author was made £2000 richer by the production. In accomplished, in some of his works, with a success 1825 he issued a second series, and shortly after that that produced many rivals, but no superior. publication he was released from custody, with an intimation, however, that the crown abandoned no
THOMAS COLLEY GRATTAN-MRT. H. LISTERthing of its claim for the Mauritius debt. The po
MARQUIS OF NORMANBY. pular novelist now pursued his literary career with unabated diligence and spirit. In 1828 he published THOMAS COLLEY GRATTAN, an Irish writer of a third series of.Sayings and Doings ;' in 1830, Mar fiction, commenced his literary career in 1819 with well; in 1832, The Life of Sir David Baird ; in 1833, a poetical romance entitled Philibert, which was
The Parson's Daughter, and Love and Pride. In 1836 smoothly versified, but possessed no great merit. In he became editor of the New Monthly Magazine, and 1823 appeared his Highways and Byways, tales of contributed to its pages, in chapters, Gilbert Gurney, continental wandering and adventure, written in & and the far inferior sequel, Gurney Married, each light, picturesque, and pleasing manner. These were ! afterwards collected into a se t of three volumes. In so well received that the author wrote a second
In 1837 appeared Jock Brug; in 1839, Births, Deaths, series, published in 1824, and a third in 1827. In and Marriages; Precepts and Practice; and Fathers | 1830 he came forth with a novel in four volumes, and Sons. His last avowed work, Peregrine Bunce, The Heiress of Bruges; a Tale of the Year Sister supposed not to have been wholly written by him, Hundred. The plot of this work is connected with appeared some months after his death. The pro- the attempts made by the Flemish to emancipate duction of thirty-eight volumes within sixteen themselves from the foreign sway of Spain, in which years—the author being all the while editor, and they were assisted by the Dutch, under Prince almost sole writer, of a newspaper, and for seve- | Maurice. A power of vivid description and obser
vation of nature appears to be Mr Grattan's prin- bear and man, and scarcely distinguishable, by the cinal merit. His style is often diffuse and careless; I colour of his dress, from the brown flagry along which and he does not seem to have laboured successfully | he sauntered. in constructing his stories. His pictures of ordinary Two novels of the same class with those of Mr life in the French provinces, as he wandered among Lister were written by the present MARQUIS OF the highways and byways of that country with a NORMANBY; namely, Matilda, published in 1825, and cheerful obscrvant spirit, noting the peculiarities of | Yes and No, a Tale of the Day, 1827. They were the people, are his happiest and most original well received by the public, being in taste, correctefforts.
ness of delineation, and general good sense, superior MR T. H. LISTER, a gentleman of rank and aris- | to the ordinary run of fashionable novels. tocratic connexions, was author of three novels, descriptive of the manners of the higher classes;
LADY CAROLINE LAMB-LADY DACRE-COUNTESS OF namely, Granby, 1826; Herbert Lacy, 1827; and
MORLEY--LADY CHARLOTTE BURY. Arlington, 1832. These works are pleasingly written, and may be considered as affording correct pictures LADY CAROLINE LAMB (1785-1828) was authoress of domestic society, but they possess no features of of three works of fiction, which, from extrinsic cir. novelty or originality to preserve them for another cumstances, were highly popular in their day. The generation. A strain of graceful reflection, in the first, Glenarvon, was published in 1816, and the hero style of the essays in the Mirror and Lounger, is was understood to body forth’ the character and mingled with the tale, and shows the author to have sentiments of Lord Byron! It was a representation been a man of refined and cultivated taste and of the dangers attending a life of fashion. The feeling. In 1838 Mr Lister published a Memoir of second, Grahum Hamilton, depicted the difficulties the Life and Administration of the Earl of Cla- and dangers inseparable, even in the most amiable rendon, in three volumes, a work of considerable minds, from weakness and irresolution of character. talent and research, in preparing which the author. The third, Ada Reis (1823), is a wild Eastern tale, had access to documents and papers unknown to his the hero being introduced as the Don Juan of his predecessors. Mr Lister died in June 1842, at day, a Georgian by birth, who, like Othello, is sold which time he held the government appointment of to slavery,' but rises to honours and distinctions. Registrar-general of births, marriages, and deaths.
In the end Ada is condemned, for various misdeeds, The following brief description in •Granby' may be to eternal punishment! The history of Lady Carocompared with Mr Wordsworth's noble sonnet com line Lamb is painfully interesting. She was united, posed upon Westminster Bridge.
before the age of twenty, to the Honourable William
Lamb (now Lord Melbourne), and was long the de[London at Sunrise.]
light of the fashionable circles, from the singularity Granby followed them with his eyes ; and now, too as well as the grace of her manners, her literary full of happiness to be accessible to any feelings of accomplishments, and personal attractions. On jealousy or repining, after a short reverie of the purest meeting with Lord Byron, she contracted an unfor. satisfaction, he left the ball, and sallied out into the tunate attachment for the noble poet, which confresh cool air of a summer morning-suddenly passing tinued three years, and was the theme of much from the red glare of lani plight to the clear sober brights remark. The poet is said to have trifled with ness of returning day. He walked cheerfully onward, / her feelings, and a rupture took place. For many refreshed and exhilarated by the air of morning, and years Lady Caroline led a life of comparative sem interested with the scene around him. It was broadclusion, principally at Brocket Hall. This was indaylight, and he viewed the town under an aspect interrupted by a singular and somewhat roman. which it is alike presented to the late retiring rotary | tic occurrence. Riding with Mr Lamb, she met, of pleasure, and to the early rising sons of business. just by the park-gates, the hearse which was conHe stopped on the pavement of Oxford Street to con- veying the remains of Lord Byron to Newstead template the effect. The whole extent of that long Abbey. She was taken home insensible: an illness vista, unclouded by the mid-day smoke, was distinctly of length and severity succeeded. Some of her visible to his eye at once. The houses shrunk to half medical attendants imputed her fits, certainly of their span, while the few visible spires of the adjacent great incoherence and long continuance, to partial churches seemed to rise less distant than before, gaily insanity. At this supposition she was invariably tipped with early sunshine, and much diminished in and bitterly indignant. Whatever be the cause, it apparent size, but heightened in distinctness and in | is certain from that time her conduct and habits beauty. Had it not been for the cool gray tint which materially changed; and about three years before slightly mingled with every object, the brightness was her death a separation took place between her and almost that of noon. But the life, the bustle, the Mr Lamb, who continued, however, frequently to busy din, the flowing tide of human existence, were visit, and, to the day of her death, to correspond all wanting to complete the similitude. All was with her. It is just to both parties to add, that hushed and silent; and this mighty receptacle of Lady Caroline constantly spoke of her husband in human beings, which a few short hours would wake the highest and most affectionate terms of admiinto active energy and motion, seemed like a city of ration and respect.'* A romantic susceptibility of the dead.
temperament and character seems to have been the There was little to break this solemn illusion.bane of this unfortunate lady. Her fate illustrates Around were the monuments of human exertion, but the wisdom of Thomson's advicethe hands which forined them were no longer there. Few, if any, were the symptoms of life. No sounds
Then keep each passion down, however dear,
Trust me, the tender are the most severe. were heard but the heavy creaking of a solitary wagon, the twittering of an occasional sparrow, the The Recollections of a Chaperon, 1833, by LADY monotonous tone of the drowsy watchman, and the DACRE, are a series of tales written with taste, distant rattle of the retiring carriage, fading on the feeling, and passion. This lady is, we believe, also ear till it melted into silence : and the eye that authoress of Trevelyan, 1833, a novel which was searched for living objects fell on nothing but the considered at the time of its publication as the grim great-coated guardian of the night, muffled up into an appearance of doubtful character between
* Annual Obituary for 1829.
best feminine novel, in many respects, that had ap- leisure, as we are forced to undergo ! "What is it, peared since Miss Edgeworth's Vivian. Among other then, that so seduces you ?' 'A little intoxicatina, works of this class may be mentioned the tale of returned Mr Wentworth, laughing off a subject which Dacre, 1834, by the Countess OF MORLEY; and he did not wish carried too far; for which you several fashionable novels (The Divorced, Family philosophers say we ought to be whipped, and for Records, Lore, The Courtier's Daughter, &c.) by which whipped we often are. Those, howerer, wbo LADY CHARLOTTE Bury. This lady is the supposed want this whipping would do well to take Sir George's authoress of a Diary Ilustrative of the Times of advice, and visit the shrines of the mighty dead.' George IV., a scandalous chronicle, published in They would see how inferior most of themselves are 1838. It appears that her Jaulyship (then Lady | in present estimation to beings who, when alive, could Charlotte Campbell) had held an appointment in not, in splendour at least, compare with them. I the household of the Princess of Wales, and during have too often made the reflection, and was not the this time she kept a diary, in which she recorded | happier for it. You cannot be serious,' said the the foibles and failings of the unfortunate princess divine; 'since who are such real benefactors to manand other members of the court. The work was kind as enlightened legislators and patriot warrior! strongly condemned by the two leading critical | What poet, I had almost said what philosopher, can journals--the Edinburgh and Quarterly Review - stand in competition with the founder or defender of and was received generally with disapprobation. his country?' Ask your own Homer, your own
Shakspeare,' answered Wentworth, forgetting his am
bition for a moment in his love of letters. You R. PLUMER WARD.
take me in my weak part,' said Herbert, .and the
subject would carry us too far. I would remark, MR R. Plumer Wand published in 1825 a sin
however, that but for the Solous, the Romuluses, the gular metaphysical and religious romance entitled
Charlemagnes, and Alfreds, we should have no Honer! Tremaine, or the Man of Refinement. The author's
or Shakspeare to charm us. I know this is your name was not prefixed to his work; and as he
favourite thenie,' said the minister, and you know alluded to his intimacy with English statesmen and
how much I agree with you. But this is not prepolitical events, and seemed to belong to the evan
| cisely the question raised by Sir George; which is gelical party in the church, much speculation took
the superiority in the temple of fame enjoyed by men place as to the paternity of the novel. The writer distinguished for their efforts in song or history (but was evidently well-bred and intellectual-prone to who might be
e to who might have been mere beggars when alive) OFER philosophical and theological disquisitions, but at those who flaunted it superciliously over them in a the same time capable of forcible delineation of cha
1) pomp and pride which are now absolutely forgotten.' racter, and the management of natural dialogue. I will hare nothing to do with supercilious flaunten,' and incidents. The prolixity of some of the disser- | replied Herbert ; I speak of the liberal, the patriotic, tations and dialogues, where the story stood still for who seck power for the true uses of power, in order to half a volume, that the parties might converse and diffuse blessing and protection all around them. dispute, rendered 'Tremaine' somewhat heavy and | These can never fail to be deservedly applauded; and tedious, in spite of the vigour and originality of I honour such ambition as of intinitely more real contalent it displayed. In a subsequent work, De Vere, sequence to the world than those whose works (10F. or the Man of Independence, 1827, the public dweltever I may love them in private) can, from the mere with keen interest on a portraiture of Mr Canning, nature of things. be comparatively known only to s whose career was then about to close in his prema- | few. All that is most true,' said Mr Wentworth; ture death. The contention in the mind of this and for a while public men of the description Fea illustrious statesman between literary tastes and the mention fill a larger space in the eye of mankind; pursuits of ambition, is beautifully delineated in one that is, of contemporary mankind. But extinguish passage which has been often quoted. It represents their power, no matter by what means, whether by à conversation between Wentworth (Canning), Sir losing favour at court, or being turned out by the George Deloraine, a reserved and sentimental man, country, to both which they are alike subject ; lt and Dr Herbert. The occasion of the conversation death forcibly remove them, or a queen die, and their was Wentworth's having observed Deloraine coming light, like Bolingbroke's, goes out of itself; their inout of Westminster Abbey by the door at Poets' | fluence is certainly gone, and where is even ther Corner. Meeting at dinner, Sir George is rallied reputation? It may glimmer for a minute, like the by Wentworth on his taste for the monuments of dying flame of a taper, after which they soon cease to departed genius; which he defends; and he goes on be mentioned, perhaps eren remenbered.' 'Surely, to add
said the doctor, this is too much in extremes.' 'And It would do all you men of power good if you yet,' continued Wentworth, ‘have we not all heard of were to visit them too; for it would show you how a maxim appalling to all lovers of political fama little more than upon a level is often the reputation / “ that nobody is missed ?" Alas! then, are we sus of the greatest statesman with the fame of those who, compelled to burst out with the poet :by their genius, their philosophy, or love of letters,
" What boots it with incessant care, improve and gladden life even after they are gone.'
To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, The whole company saw the force of this remark, and
And strictly meditate the thankless muse! Wentworth not the least among them. You have
Were it not better done, as others use, touched a theme,' said he, which has often engaged
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, me, and others before me, with the keenest interest.
Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair?" I know nothing so calculated as this very reflection to cure us poor political slaves (especially when we | Both Sir George and De Vere kindled at this; and feel the tugs we are obliged to sustain) of being the doctor himself smiled, when the minister pro dazzled by meteors.' Meteors do you call them ?' ceeded. In short,' said he, when a statesmany of said Dr Herbert. Men do not run after meteors even a conqueror is departed, it depends upon 1B with such rapid and persevering steps as you great happier poet or philosophic historian to make even people pursue ambition. I grant you,' returned his his name known to posterity; while the historian friend ; and if we did not think them something I poet acquires immortality for himself in conferring Letter, who would give himself [9. themselves up to upon his heroes an inferior existence.' 'luftris such labour, such invasions of their privacy and I existence!' esclaimed Herbert. "Yes; for lo
Plutarch, and ask which are most esteemed, himself any definite or intelligible purpose. The second part, or those he records ? Look at the old Claudii and in which Vivian is taken to Germany and Austria, Manlii of Livy; or the characters in Tacitus; or is amusing from its travelling scenes and sketches. Mecænas, Agrippa, or Augustus himself-princes, Contarini Fleming, a Psychological Autobiography, emperors, ministers, esteemed by contemporaries as four volumes, 1832, is still more irregular than Mr gods! Fancy their splendour in the eye of the mul- D'Israeli's first work, but has some highly-finished titude while the multitude followed them! Look at scenes of passion and continental description. them now! Spite even of their beautiful historians, we have often difficulty in rummaging out their old names; while those who wrote or sang of them live
MRS TROLLOPE. before our eyes. The benefits they conferred passed Another keen observer and more caustic delineain a minute, while the compositions that record them tor of modern manners we have in MRS TROLLOPE, last for ever.' Mr Wentworth's energy moved his authoress of a long series of fictions. This lady first hearers, and even Herbert, who was too classical not came before the public in 1832, when her Domestic to be shaken by these arguments. "Still, however, said the latter, we adınire, and even wish to emulate Camillus, and Miltiades, and Alexander; a Sully and a Clarendon. Add a Lord Burleigh,' replied the minister, who, in reference to Spenser, thought a hundred pounds an immense sum for a song! Which is now most thought of, or most loved ?-the calculating minister or the poor poet? the puissant treasurer or be who was left “in suing long to bide ?" Sir George and De Vere, considering the quarter whence it came, were delighted with this question. The doctor was silent, and seemed to wish his great friend to go on. He proceeded thus—I might make the same question as to Horace and Mecænas; and yet, I daresay, Horace was as proud of being taken in Mecænas's coach to the Capitol as the dean of St Patricks in Oxford's or Bolingbroke's to Windsor. Yet Oxford is even now chiefly remembered through that very dean, and so perhaps would Bolingbroke, but that he is an author, and a very considerable one himself. We may recollect,'continued he, the manner in which Whitelocke mentions Milton--that “one Milton, a blind man,” was made secretary to Cromwell. Whitelocke was then the first subject in the state, and lived in all the pomp of the seals, and all the splendour of Bulstrode; while the blind man waked at early morn to listen to the lark bidding him good-morrow at his
Mrs Trollope. cottage window. Where is the lord-keeper now?
Manners of the Americans was published, and excited where the blind man? What is known of Addison as secretary of state ? and how can his excellency com
much attention. She drew so severe a picture of pare with the man who charms us so exquisitely in
American faults and foibles—of their want of delihis writings! When I have visited his interesting
cacy, their affectations, drinking, coarse selfishness, house at Bilton, in Warwickshire, sat in his very
and ridiculous peculiarities—that the whole nation study, and read his very books, no words can describe
was incensed at their English satirist. There is my emotions. I breathe his official atmosphere here,
much exaggeration in Mrs Trollope's sketches; but but without thinking of him at all. In short, there
having truth for their foundation, her book is suris this delightful superiority in literary over political posed to have had some effect in reforming the fame, that the one. to say the best of it, stalks in cold I'minor morals' and social habits of the Americans. grandeur upon stilts, like a French tragedy actor,
The same year our authoress continued her satiric while the other winds itself into our warın hearts, portraits in a novel entitled The Refugee in America. and is hugged there with all the affection of a friend
marked by the same traits as her former work, but and all the admiration of a lover.' 'Hear! hear!'
exhibiting little art or talent in the construction of a cried Sir George, which was echoed by De Vere and
fable. Mrs Trollope now tried new ground. In 1834 Herbert himself.
she published Belgium and Western Germany in 1833,
countries where she found much more to gratify and De Clifford, or the Constant Man, produced in
interest her than in America, and where she travelled 1841, is also a tale of actual life; and as the hero is
| in generally good humour. The only serious evil at one time secretary to a cabinet minister, Mr
which Mrs Trollope seems to have encountered in Ward revels in official details, rivalries, and in
Germany was the tobacco-smoke,' which she vitrigue. In 1844 our author produced Chatsworth, or
tuperates with unwearied perseverance. In 1837 the Romance of a Week.
she presented another novel, The Vicar of Wrexhill,
an able and entertaining work, full of prejudices, BENJAMIN D'ISRAELI.
but containing some excellent painting of manners
and eccentricities. In 1838 our authoress appears MR BENJAMIN D'ISRAELI, M. P., son of the vener again as a traveller. Vienna and the Austrians was able author of the Curiosities of Literature, composed of the same cast as · Belgium and Germany,' but a novel of the same class as Mr Ward's, which also more deformed by prejudice. This journey also puzzled the busy idlers of literature and fashion. afforded Mrs Trollope materials for a novel, which Vivian Grey, two volumes, 1826, and continued in she entitled A Romance of Vienna. Three novels three more volumes in the following year, is a work were the fruit of 1839; namely, The Widow Barnaby, of irregular imaginative talent, of little or no plot, but a highly amusing work, particularly the delineation presenting views of society and character without of the bustling, scheming, unprincipled husband