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NEW QUARTERLY REVIEW.
RETROSPECT OF THE LITERATURE OF THE QUARTER.
WELLINGTON has gone down in his glory to the thing in it of old classic times; but the memory grave; but who are these who cast chaplets on of a hero must be committed only to volumes. bis tomb ?*
The character of these volumes is perhaps the In old days, when a hero died, the best ora- most complimentary part of them : their whole tor proclaimed his achievements, the best poet getting up shews a thorough confidence in aucelebrated his warlike deeds, a lofty mound was thor and publisher that the name of Wellington raised above him, and the best men of the sur was sufficient to give currency to the vilest trash. viring generation ran, fought, and wrestled in Nor is that confidence unfounded. Worn out bis honour.
wood-cuts, being supposed to illustrate the heHe who lies yonder was a giant among he- ro's life, are patiently re-purchased by the British roes: why do only poetic dwarfs chirp and public; and one ancient steel-engraving, which croak about his mound ? From Tennyson to we knew long ago as in the habit of furnishing Tupper it is a tiny chorus. They twitter their doubtful effigies of the late Earl Grey, suddenly little songs at the feet of the Titan, and they re-enters public life with a substituted nose, and look upwards, but cannot comprehend, in sight, throws off innumerable likenesses of the illusor mind, or voice, or song, the vastness of the trious Duke. Nothing hearty, sterling, and proportions of the hero. Better, far better, to true, has yet been said or sung about this man: leave Wellington alone. Only a genius of like every thing has been trashy, cheap, rapidly run stature may reach to place a chaplet on that up, gaudily decked. To be consistent with brow: how can these pigmies hope to stilt them. the life-writers of Holywell-street and the selves to such an altitude ?
Strand, the leader of “the first assembly of But if the poets are little, the biographers gentlemen in Europe” tarnishes the honour of are infinitesimal. The ballads and biographies that assembly, and degrades it in the eyes of of illustrious criminals are sung and chanted civilized mankind, by stealing an old hatchment in our streets with a simplicity that has some from the tomb of an obscure Frenchman, and
hanging it up in the name of the English peo* Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, by Alfred ple over the tomb of Wellington.t Tennyson, Port Laureat. Mixon.
Of all the monodies, elegies, and biographies, Wellington from the French point of view, by John Lemoinne, one of the contributors to the “ Journal des Debats." Parker and Son.
t We are pleased to see that, in a debate which Wellington and Waterloo, by Alphonse de Lamartine. occurred on the 7th December, Mr. Napier, the then Irish Reprinted from the History of the "Restoration of Mon- Attorney-General, indignantly resented a similar impuarchy in France. Vizetelly and Co.
tation upon a far inferior topic, and characterized it as Wellingtoniana. Anecdotes, Maxims, Opinions and "an attack made on his character and honour as a gentleCharacteristics of the Duke of Wellington, selected by man, which, if well founded, would shew that he was John Timbs. Ingram, Cooke, and Co.
unfit even to sit in that house." Yet no allusion has The Wisdom of Wellington, or Maxims of the Iron been made in the House of Commons to that far more Duke. Kent and Co.
humiliating theft; and it is understood that no allusion The Military and Political Life of Arthur Wellesley, to it will be tolerated. This, however, is perhaps the most Duke of Wellington, by a Citizen of the World. Ingram, dignified method of dealing with a public disgrace that Cooke, and Co.
nothing could obliterate.
the simplest and the best are the life by Mr. price: as a half-crown book it might have Phillips, which appeared in the Times, and deserved some sale. The readers of The New was republished by Longmans, and the verses QUARTERLY will recollect that we reviewed this that appeared in Punch.*
work when it first appeared in the original Another great man, lately dead, whose life German (Vol. i. p. 329). That short review and thoughts, as we recently took occasion to was penned by a greatly considered German remark,t will exercise more influence over re- writer, and we venture to believe that those who mote generations than will the acts or the wis- have read it will have little to learn from dom of Wellington, has done as the field-Mar- these two volumes. shal did-he has written his own life, in me- The “ Cloister Life of the Emperor Charles moir, correspondence, and journal, and risked the Fifth” is by Mr. William Stirling, not, his memory as little as possible.
perhaps, very much known as the author of some Miss Strickland is pursuing her historical sketches of the lives and performances of the full-lengths, and has got entangled with the last artists of Spain. The author's attention was queen of Scotland. Sir Archibald Alison is drawn to his present subject during a visit he exhibiting, at the commencement of a history of paid to Yuste in the summer of 1849, and, like contemporary Europe, an equal ignorance of most other writers upon the country that forms the rules of Latin prosody and of the existence the theatre of his narration, he is not a little of Shelley the poet, and Mr. Faraday the che- indebted for indications to his authorities to mist. But these works are duly dealt with Mr. Ford's “ Hand-book of Spain.” The hereafter by their several critics. Mr. Morley's volume will be perused with interest by the life of Bernard Palissy, also, has its particular careful student who loves to study all the denotice hereafter. The little book which bears tails of historic events, and may be listlessly the name of Mr. Hallam requires no special turned over by the mere general reader, who mention, inasmuch as it is merely a collection may find amusement for a moment in the little of extracts from that great work wherewith we intrigues of the household of an Emperor have all, for many years, been familiar-the déchu. From the Emperor's confessor, “ Introduction to the Literature of Europe in Juan de Regla, a monk of the order of St. the 15th, 16th, and 17th centuries.”
Jerome, “who knew how to make ladders to “Görgey's Life and Acts in Hungary" is a place and favour out of the ropes that girt his translation published at an absurdly too high ascetic loins,” to the unruly Protestant villager
of Quacos, who," having sold the crop on a * There are, of course, many prettynesses in Tennyson's cherry-tree to the Emperor's purveyor at double Ode, such as
its value for ready money, when he found that “In praise and in dispraise the same, A man of well-attemper'd frame.
it was left ungathered, resold it to a fresh purO civic muse, to such a name,
chaser,” all will excite interest or amusement. I To such a name for ages long, To such a name
Take a specimen. The extract relates to the EmpePreserve a broad approach of fame,
ror's ordinary diet. And ever-ringing avenues of song.”
In this matter of eating, as in many other habits, the and again
Emperor was himself a true Fleming. His early tendency Not once or twice in our rough island-story
to gout was increased by his indulgences at table, which The path of duty was the way to glory.
generally far exceeded his feeble powers of digestion. He that walks it, only thirsting
Roger Ascham, standing “ hard by the imperial table at For the right, and learns to deaden
the feast of golden fleece," watched with wonder the EmLove of self. Before his journey closes,
peror's progress through “sod beef, roast mutton, baked He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting
hare," after which “ he fed well of a capon," drinking Into glossy purples, which outredden
also, says the fellow of St. John's, “the best that ever I All voluptuous garden-roses.
saw: he had his head in the glass five times as long as
any of them, and never drank less than a good quart at But'taking the whole together, we think the subject
once of Rhenish wine." Eating was now the only physiis quite as well treated in the three following stanzas.
cal gratification which he could still enjoy, or was unable Of most distrustful; sparing in discourse;
to resist. He continued, therefore, to dine to the last Himself untiring, and from all around
upon the rich dishes, against which his ancient and trusty Claiming that force which in himself he found
confessor, Cardinal Loaysa, had protested a quarter of a He lived, and asked no love, but won respect perforce. century before. The supply of his table was a main subAnd of respect, at last came love unsought,
ject of the correspondence between the mayordomo and But not repelled when offered ; and we knew
the secretary of state. The weekly courier from VallaThat this rare sternness had its softness too,
dolid to Lisbon was ordered to change his route, that he That woman's charm and grace upon his being wrought:
might bring, every Thursday, a provision of eels and other That underneath the armour of his breast
rich fish (pescado grueso) for Friday's fast. There was a Were springs of tenderness—all quick to flow
constant demand for anchovies, tunny, and other potted In sympathy with childhood's joy or woe :
fish, and sometimes a complaint that the trouts of the That children climbed his knees, and made his arms
country were too small : the olives, on the other hand, their nest.
were too large, and the Emperor wished, instead, for
olives of Percjon. One day the secretary of state was † See New QUARTERLY REVIEW, Vol. i. p. 105. asked for some partridges from Gama, a place from whence
The author deals with his subject in a stern matic position gave him facilities which no mocking style, and with infinite disdain for the other author could have possessed, and he has whole scene that is passing before him ; evi- shewn himself not unobservant of them. Here, dently contrasting in his own mind throughout however, we are thrown back upon well-known the greatness of the intellect of the abdicated circumstances, and upon very common sources Emperor with the meanness of the circum- of information. He has only yet brought the stances with which he was surrounded, and the story down to the repeal of the Stamp Act. abject weakness of his superstition. To us it When he gets thoroughly upon American is a sad sight--a humiliating page in the ground, we expect better ihings of him. annals of great manhood which we turn over “Autobiography of Henry Newcome, A.A.," quickly, and pass on. ·
is printed for the Chetham Society, and is the The “ Narrative of the attempted Escapes of diary of a Manchester Minister, who lived in Charles the First from Carisbrook Castle," the last half of the seventeenth century, and should be read by every denizen of the Isle of knew as little of what was going on in the Wight, and by every one who takes a truly world during these stirring times as was rearoyalist and sentimental interest in the suffer- sonably possible. ings of that fearfully-punished but guilty king. The « Memoirs of the Baroness d'OberTo enter into the subject would be to disinter a kirch, Countess of Montbrison,” are editedbundred long-buried disputes, both historical probably with some professional assistance of and critical, and the interest such an essay a literary workman accustomed artistically to might evoke, certainly would not be comment stick plums into unflavoured dough—by her surate with the space occupied.
grandson the Count de Montbrison. There Mr. Bancroft continues his “ History of the were, and still are, people in Paris, who will American Revolution," but we cannot say that turn out manuscript memoirs of any period at this second volume shews any increase of a reasonable price per volume. The trade was strength as he continues his task. There is thriving immensely some years ago, when “THE less original information than we have hitherto QUARTERLY REVIEW" took it in hand, and inmet with in Mr. Bancroft's pages. His diplo- continently smashed it; but not until the land
-- was full of forgeries, and the fictions of the the Emperor remembers that the Count of Osorno once forgers had begun to ooze into history. With sent him, into Flanders, some of the best partridges in the
such recollections in our mind, we cannot unFurld. Another day, sausages were wanted “ of the kind which the Queen Juana, now in glory, used to pride her- dertake to vouch for the authenticity of this zelf in making, in the Flemish fashion, at Tordesillas,". work without some better proof than we can and for the receipt for which the secretary is referred to gather from its pages. - The old Parisian imthe Marquess of Denia. Both orders were punctually, executed. The sausages, although sent to a land supreme
postures were not got up by ignorant, or even in that manufacture, gave great satisfaction. Of the unlearned men, and it took no small labour in partridges, the Emperor said that they used to be better, the collation of facts to demonstrate their proordering, however, the remainder to be pickled.
per character. It is, however, not of much The Emperor's weakness being generally known, or soon discovered, dainties of all kinds were sent to him as pre
consequence whether these anecdotes of the tent. Mutton, pork, and game were the provisions most fast half of the last century are real or imaeasily obtained at Xarandilla ; but they were dear. The gined. The Baroness is an Alsatian lady, a bread was indifferent, and nothing was good and abundant great toady of a wonderful princess, a humble bat chestnuts the staple food of the people. But in a
friend of the Duchess of Bourbon, an immense Tery few days the castle larder wanted for nothing. One day the Count of Oropesa sent an offering of game; an
e: an- admirer of high birth, “ which is the only deother day a pair of fat calves arrived from the Archbishop fect for which there is no remedy," and a toleof Zaragoza, the Archbishop of Toledo and the Duchess rably agreeable relater of tittle-tattle. If the of Frias were constant and munificent in their gifts of
reader has read St. Simon, perhaps he may venison, fruit, and preserves ; and supplies of all kinds came at regular intervals from Seville and from Portugal. pass a vacant hour with Madame la Baronni;
Luis Quixada, who knew the Emperor's habits and if not, we should advise him to go back at once constitution well, beheld with dismay these long trains of to the time of the Regency. If he like this mules, laden, as it were, with gout and bile. He never style of reading he will find more amusement acknowledged the receipt of the good things from Vallaad vithout adding some dismal forebodings of conse
e in one page of St. Simon than in a whole gant mischief; and along with an order he sometimes volume of the Baroness. conveyed a hint that it would be much better if no means The Colloquies of Edward Osborne," citizen Fere found of executing it. If the Emperor made a and cloth.worker of London, is one bearty meal without being the worse for it, the mayordomo Deted the fact with exultation; and he remarked with
th of books we do not much admire. Half the consplacency his majesty's fondness for plovers, which he average middle-class readers who conned over considered harmless. But his office of purveyor was more “ Mary Powell,” took it for what it pretended commonly exercised under protest; and he interposed to be, an actual historic memoir; and although, between his master and an eel-pie, as, in other days, he the anthor may feel complimented by the sucwould have thrown himself between the imperial person and the point of a Moorish lance.
cess of the deception, we are not inclined to
admit that successful deception is very laud. Circular in such unconscionable numbers, that able in such cases. Nor can we award much one would suppose that Fielding, Smollet, credit to such success: a much more bungling Scott, and Bulwer, had written in high Dutch ; imitation would have been quite sure to “take that there were no novels, tales, or romances in" the ill-read mass of our British public. In in the English language; and that all Anglothis book, however, the subject is more fairly Saxon humanity was about to addict itself to nochosen. Edward Osborne is a London 'pren- thing else but reading love-stories in one, two or tice, who, by industry and good conduct, mar- three volumes. Many of these have been brought ries the daughter of his master, Sheriff and to our notice only by the advertising columns Lord Mayor of London. It is a careful por- of the newspapers; and if we should have a traiture of the manners and customs of the sentimental spinster among our readers who London citizens during the first half of the can devour three volumes between bed-going sixteenth century, and, as such, it may be read and sleep, and who dreams only happy dreams with pleasure and profit. We do not care to of the sorrows of heroines, we beseech her to dwell upon a few slight slips made by an consider, that if we were obliged to review thirty author, who has evidently studied his subject, novels at full length in one Number, we should and is generally correct.
be in a much worse scrape than ever beset the “Captain Doveton" has given us an account of great Amadis de Gaul himself. We exhort her, the Burmese war of 1825-26, which will be moreover, to believe that those we have passed especially interesting to those who may have over are very likely to be very dull and very relatives engaged in our present feebly-con- trashy; and those which are mentioned are ducted octogenarian operations against the same quite enough of love and mystery to be taken people.
into any one mind of ordinary strength during Of the “Travellers,” several will be found the three ensuing months. in subsequent pages.
Great as is the quantity, the quality of our “ Parisian sights and French principles seen acquisitions in this domain of fiction is by no through American spectacles," is one of Sir means above the average. The most successful Francis Head's faggots taken to illumine the are undoubtedly “ Henry Esmond” and “Reuhearths of the French population. The livelyben Medlicot." Yankee was in Paris during the coup d'etat, Of Mr. Thackeray's novelty we have spoken and describes it not in quite so serious a vein at large elsewhere. Some critics affect to find as the numerous ex-representants who are now in this work great lack of originality. We so vehemently declaiming on that page of Pa- confess we cannot agree with them. An author, risian history, but he tells the story much more who takes his hero through three volumes of pleasantly, seasoning his volume with good trials, dangers, and self-denials, and at the end bon mots and many a social anecdote.
of his tribulations marries him to a jealous old The “ Lands of the Messiah, Mahomet, and lady, somewhat pitted with the small pox, and the Pope,” is a volume by a Scotch minister, who had the happiness to be a doting wife one Dr. Aitoun, who accompanied his daughter and a fond mother considerably more than a in her overland journey to India, whither she quarter of a century before, cannot, we think, went to join her other relatives, as far as Suez. be fairly charged with any want of boldness or The doctor is much too doctrinal for us. In originality. If Mr. Thackeray borrowed at all, spite, however, of a great deal of twaddle, and it must have been from Voltaire. The poetical a considerable spirit of dogmatism, the volume justice that falls upon Henry Esmond has no may be read and skipped with some amuse- precedent that we are aware of, except, perment, and is fairly entitled to circulate in any haps, in the case of Dr. Panglos. book society, the members whereof are tolerant «The Gossip,” by “the Honourable Mrs. Erof Presbyterianism.
skine Norton," is noticeable only for the corMiss Catherine M. O'Connell's “ Excursions respondeuce it has occasioned. Messrs. Saunders in Ireland” is a book whereon we forbear to and Otley chose to advertise it as the work of “the speak until we have some further assurance Honourable Mrs. Norton.” Now these publishthat the authoress is really a recognised mem- ers could not have been so ignorant of their trade ber of the O'Connell family. The interest of as not to know that every individual reading that the work depends entirely upon this fact; for advertisement would be led to believe a falsehood. its intrinsic merits are not great, and we are not “The Honourable Mrs. Norton” means that conscious of having derived any information smart she-Sheridan who writes such pungent from its pages.
stories about gentlemen's tempers and gentleSir Francis Head's book on the same sub- men's vices ; who shews us what brutes all men ject will be found duly noticed in its proper are in general, but what especial brutes husorder.
bands are in particular; who wrote three volumes The works of fiction throng the Publishers' not long since, whereof the chief moral was, that