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read the old authors, he émulates them; | mirth without malice, tull or tracks and he steps into the footprints of their muses. jokes, that burn like everlasting candles in VOL. XI. No. IV.
Who has not heard of Douglas Jerrold ? | He has got the true trick of the old craft ; Who has not seen the touching drama of he is every inch a classic. the “ Rent Day," that noble interpretation This eminent writer was but little known of Wilkie's picture? And who has not to his countrymen before the year 1832, laughed a hundred times over those most when the domestic drama of the “ Rent admirable letters, which he wrote under the Day" came out, and took the whole city pleasant name of Punch, dealing out to all by storm. He had already produced his England, in the person of his son, the Black-eyed Susan," a beautiful piece ; soundest admonitions, with all the jocund but the thousands of honest gazers who saw hilarity of Falstaff? What depth of ob- it performed at a minor, and most fervently servation there is lurking beneath those fa- applauded it, never thought of the author; cetious remarks! What keen sagacity and they were satisfied with being pleased. So wisdom in that quiet irony! What point slowly does a man even of the first class in that humor! Alack! how does he con- make his way to public favor. Nay, even trive it? In this age of excitement, tur- the "Rent Day,” plainly stamped as it moil, and confusion, when other people was with the lineaments of a forcible mind, hedge, jostle, knock against each other, and nobly and justly directed, did not afford its every man tears his way along this bustling author that extensive reputation which he world as best he can, without snatching a deserved. Certainly it gave Jerrold the moment of leisure to husband his remarks, esteem of the thinking and inquiring, and if he make any, his mind at least has been won golden opinions from those of his proable to settle his thoughts down upon the fession ; but his name did not yet become manners and spirit of the age, and to seize a household word at the family hearths of them with the perceptions of a true master. his countrymen. His character was growMoreover, he is a living proof that the old ing; but large reputations are slow in comgenius of the land, though torpid, is not ing to maturity, nor was it his fortune to extinct, for he writes with the Saxon pith of acquire his present universal fame, till he yore, and with Saxon simplicity; in an age and other fine spirits had founded the imwhen many a writer of note does not even mortal Punch, that admirable galaxy of read the old authors, he emulates them; mirth without malice, full of cracks and he steps into the footprints of their muses. jokes, that burn like everlasting candles in VOL. XI. No. IV.
AS HAPPY AS THE POOR.
every house, MAKING THE RICH MAN ALMOST | Leigh Hunt, Doctor Maginn, the glorious
writers led on by the great Christopher Douglas Jerrold has generally been con- in Blackwood, the fine spirits who constisidered one of the principal founders of this tute the staff of Fraser's, the pleasant popular paper, and his excellent “Story of writers of the New Monthly, that Hercules, a Feather," Punch's Letters to his Son,” Charles Dickens, with Ainsworth, Albert and the famous “ Curtain Lectures of Mrs. Smith, and Mark Lemon, Gilbert à Becket: Caudle," have been the most successful what a constellation of talent! what a contributions to the work.
SPECTATOR they might have given to their Although these successive stories and country. epistles were written in detached pieces, at Among the dramatic works of Douglas isolated periods, they abound everywhere Jerrold, the two we have already named are with that robust argument, that liberal and probably the most interesting, and will manly spirit, which so few can express hap- continue to be standard plays, “ Black-Eyed pily and lastingly; and the child-like drol- Susan” and “ The Rent Day.” He has, Iery and humor to which the author stoops however, written several others of considehis mind, only renders the instruction more rable merit : “ The Schoolfellow," "The shapely by the amusement in which it is Prisoner of War,” “ The Bubbles of the dressed. Many people have thought that the Day,” and “ Time Works Wonders ;" four “ Curtain Lectures of Mrs. Caudle” were comedies sparkling with wit, and directed extended too far, and passed the limits of against the follies, foibles, and frippery of truth, and that the witty author was too the times we live in. No man has been severe upon the sex. Perhaps he was so. more successful on the stage in touching Douglas Jerrold has shown in all his works the national heart. He may, perhaps, want that he had read Fielding, that he had not the fine philosophic theory, the poetic dicstudied him in vain ; he has great skill in tion of Sheridan Knowles ; he may not irony, and a very marked propensity to possess the delicate suavity of Bulwer, but satire. Besides, Mrs. Caudle was written he can clutch the passions and the feelings for a country, not for a class, and if her of the people as well as either of them : for frivolity, ardent temper, and persecution, he possesses as deep a pathos as the author seem excessive when applied to some sweet of is The Hunchback, and far more virityrants, there are others whose propensity lity than the author of “Money.” He has to subjugate their lords by vocal thunder bis defects, certainly, as well as his beauleave even her example behind. The thou- ties. We often think he writes too hursands of English women who would scorn riedly, that he does not linger enough upon to upbraid their husbands in such lectures, a fine thought, which is of all secrets the are not represented by her. Though we greatest in the great arts of writing and said she was written for a country, she is painting, for when a moralist has got an far from being general : though she is scat- idea which is striking, he should show it tered all over England, she is not the again and again under various phases before Englishwoman we all take pride in. For he passes from it, leaving the reader ample one such weed there are many flowers ; and time to feel its purport and to relish its these lectures have made the weeds less pleasantry. This habit of development, numerous, and the dear, dear flowers more this reduplication of the one idea under abundant.
many forms, is the great secret of Hogarth The “ Men of Character” is an amusing and George Cruikshank, of Fielding and series of essays, written in a jaunty, maga- Scott, we had almost said of Shakspeare : zine style, but not so closely and concisely but who could ever sound his depths, or as Jerrold's other productions; they all read his mysteries ? Again, Douglas Jerpoint an admirable moral to the reader. rold is accused of being too caustic, of for* Adam Buff, the Man Without a Shirt,” getting the advice of that courtly gentleis one of the best of these light pieces. The man, Sir Lucius O’Trigger : subtle manner of Steele can often be traced courage be as keen, but at the same time as in the current of the story; for we, too, polished, as your sword.” " He not only," have had our essayists, as well as our fore- say his detractors, cuts, but hacks and fathers in the times of Queen Anne and mangles his victims.” Such, indeed, is the the two first Georges. Why did they not spirit of the age ; but we do not allow Jersee their own powers, and unite? Douglas rold to be guilty of this fault : the seeming Jerrold, Laman Blanchard, Theodore Hook, defect often lies rather in the honest blunt
- Let your
ness of his language than in the virulence tesquieu, and keep pace with Voltaire, of his charges. Translate his fiercest at- neither of whom ever lacked anything that tacks upon men and manners into the deco- could conduce to greatness in writers; and rous and courtly language of Lesage or why? Because he gave himself long interMarivaux, of Fielding or Scott, and they vals of rest. He wrote only when his symwould lose two-thirds of the lacerating pathy was touched, when his spirit was in cruelty they seem to portray.
flame, when his mind, like the teeming Of late years this distinguished instruc- breast of a mother, panted for effusion. tor of the people has partially united in Rousseau only dealt in masterpieces. He himself the two separate crafts of author and has the sublime eloquence of Bossuet, the publisher. Without referring to Punch, searching tenderness of Massillon ; his arwhich was at first a sort of joint stock spe- gument is closer than Bourdaloue's or La culation, he has successively ushered into Bruyère's, his humor not so frequent, but the world the Illuminated Magazine, Doug- perfectly as quaint as Montaigne's, and his las Jerrold's Magazine, and Douglas Jer- diction has all the music, if not all the rold's Newspaper, besides taking a share in graces of Voltaire. the first establishment of the Daily News. We do not blame Douglas Jerrold for If he did not bring the capital of money to the volubility of his pen; but we regret this last journal, he brought to it the still that he cannot practise a husbandry less greater capital of mind. In all these en- prodigal ; because we think so highly of his terprises, literary and political, this able powers that we believe if he gave his moralist had embraced with uncommon ar- thoughts all the maturity they might derive dor the cause and interests of the great from composure, there is hardly any height body of the people, to all which he gave he might not attain to in his wit and argu“a local habitation and a name,” when he ment. But, at all events, to speak of him founded, last year, that noble institution, in all justice and candor, he is allowed to the great WHITTINGTON Club, of which we be one of the master spirits of the day, and shall treat separately hereafter. Few men his name shall live after him, and become have shown the generous audacity that he one of the surviving symbols of the age, has displayed in advocating the rights of when this our busy generation, like the the INDUSTRIOUS CLASSES ; none broad wave of a cataract, shall have swept have more vividly described the inborn and on for ever adown the gulf of time. gallant virtues of the English heart. We think, however, that his proper province is rather in letters than in politics ; because his mind is too vigorous to be plastic and compliant, and there is too much sincerity in his nature, as there was in Blanchard's,
ILLNESS OF WORDSWORTH'S DAUGHTER.-We reto stoop to party views and objects. Nor gret to announce that the accomplished and only is it easy for such solid mineral as his, to daughter of Wordsworth lies dangerously and alliquify and pour itself out with that rapid most hopelessly ill at Rydal Mount. The venerable abundance that political writing demands. poet is plunged in the deepest afiliction.—Church of
England Journal. If he wrote an occasional Examiner,” like Swift, when the fit was on; if he re- MONUMENT TO Caxton. A public meeting to served his extraordinary strength for un- promote the erection of a monument to William common instances, like the one which sug- Caxton, the earliest English printer, was held on gested the Drapier's Letters,” all would Saturday afternoon in London-Lord Morpeth in
the chair. The meeting was attended by a great be well, and we should see his fine perfor- number of gentlemen connected with literature. mances follow one another, not periodically, After appropriate addresses had been delivered, rebut seasonably, and with his full stamp and solutions in furtherance of the object of the meeting impress upon them. Too often exercised, entered into.
were passed, and a subscription for the monument the vital powers of the strongest mind begin to droop, and when the time comes for un- Death OF THE FATHER OF THE IRISH BAR. usual exertion the muscles of the mind are Thomas Dickson, Esq., LL.D., Q.C., the father of both jaded and weary. Rousseau, who the Irish bar, died on Thursday morning, at a very
advanced age. His demise was quite unexpected, never went to College, who had read but
as the day previous he had been engaged in the disa few books, who saw but little good com- charge of his professional duties. He was called to pany at any time, and who at last became the Irish bar in Michaelmas term, 1792. a voluntary hermit, was able to beat Mon