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of my disappointment, when instead up some of that “ sound morality" of the qualities I have mentioned as which Mr. Irving says is to be found raising him so far above his cotem- there. But to be serious: it will be poraries, I found little in his Tales very evident to all who read these of a Traveller, but the style, to ad- volumes, that in the two Parts I have mire. Here is scarcely a gleam of specified (i.e. half the book), the mohis playful and Addisonian wit; rality is either evil or exceptionable. nothing of his vivid delineation of I have reason to believe that Mr. character. But this is not the worst. Irving received a very liberal sum The Tales of a Traveller are a num- from his publisher for this work ; ber of short stories comprised in two and if this be really the case I volumes of about the same size as his am sorry for it. Should I be asked former works. Not one of these sto wherefore? I answer; that (not to ries is of the reflective character. In speak of fame) it is much to be feared not one of them does the author in- his own interest, as well as that of dulge that fine strain of sentiment the public, will eventually suffer by and moral feeling which makes his it. Irving will now perhaps begin Sketch Book such a family-treasure, to “ write against time” as others -even for the space of an ordinary do, and destroy his own credit with paragraph. Some of the tales are, to his readers, as others have done. be sure, of a serious nature; serious Being myself a man of no superfluous as any one of those hundred thousand wealth, I shall certainly reflect mafrightful little stories of ghosts and turely before I give four-and-twenty Italian banditti that appal the mid- shillings for his next work, whatever night milliner,—and just as worthy it may be. And how does the inof any other reader's admiration. terest of the public suffer? Why in Except in beauty and grace of lan- this manner: the author, as I may guage they are not a whit superior say, defrauds us of the deeper riches to an equal number of pages torn of his mind, putting us off with the from the innumerable garbage-novels dross which lies nearest the surface, which Paternoster pours upon us can be more easily gotten together, every publishing week. It is curious and more readily delivered over to enough too, that the author in his the task-master, his publisher. The preface actually makes a boast of the Tales of a Traveller seem to tell one * sound morality” inculcated by each more tale than the author would wish of his stories; not by some of them, to make public,—viz: that Geoffrey observe, but by each of them. Now Crayon knows something of “The I beg leave to put the question to Art of Bookmaking." beyond the Mr. Irving,—Where is the “sound mere theory. They bear unequivomoral” of the following stories, viz. cal marks of having been composed The Great Unknown, The Hunting for Mr. Murray, and not for the Dinner, The Adventure of my Uncle, public. Whilst reading them, I was The Adventure of my Aunt, Thé perpetually haunted by a singular viBold Dragoon, The German Stu- sion; I fancied that I saw the author dent, The Mysterious Picture, The at his writing-desk, armed with a Mysterious Stranger, i. e. all the goose-quill and other implements of stories of Part I, except the last ? Is literary husbandry, whilst the aforethere one of the stories in Part III said eminent bibliopolist stood at his which contains more " sound mo- elbow, jingling a purse of sovereigns, rality” than banditti stories gene- from which a couple descended into rally do? The impression left on my the author's pouch according as he mind by Mr. Irving's fascinating de- finished every page of foolscap. scription of these heroic ruffians is ra- Hasty composition is written in palther in favour of robbing. I don't know pable yet' invisible letters on the but that if I possessed a good villanous face of the whole work. The subset of features, and the tact of dress- jects chosen are most of them coming myself point device in the "rich and mon-place; and the manner of treatpicturesque jackets and breeches” of ing them is not very original. There these Italian cut-throats, I should be is in these volumes, as I have said, tempted into the romance of taking nothing of that sweet and solemn repurses amongst the Abruzzi moun- flection, no traces of that fine rich tains, were it for nothing but to pick vein of melancholy meditation, which threw such an air of interest over his sibility of a disciple of Della Crusca, first and best work, which infused and an officer of British dragoons is such a portion of moral health into made to speak in the following style, the public constitution. Yes, there so very characteristic of that order is one passage of this nature, and it of gentlemen: “Oh! if it's ghosts is the best in the whole work. It is you want, honey,” cried an Irish the description of a wild and reckless captain of dragoons, “ if it's ghosts youth who returns, after many wan- you want, you shall have a whole derings, to visit the grave of the only regiment of them. And since these being he had loved on earth, his mo- gentlemen have given the adventures ther. Geoffrey Crayon wrote this of their uncles and aunts, faith and passage. We may perceive, also, I'll even give you a chapter out of traces of the other end of his pencil my own family-history.” To be sure in the humorous Dutch stories which this officer had the ill-luck to have form Part IV of his collection. The pun been born in the same country with has some truth in it which asserts that Burke, Sheridan, and Grattan; he Mr. Irving is at home whenever he was, it must be confessed—an Irishgets among his native scenes and fel- man; and it is past doubt that Irishlow countrymen. Though even in this men in general can never wholly diPart the touches of humour are fewer vest themselves of a certain melliand less powerful than of old; faint fluous elongation of tone called the flashes of that merriment which were brogue, nor perhaps of a greater wont to set his readers in a roar. breadth of pronunciation than our Rip Van Winkle and Sleepy Hollow English nicety of ear can digest; are stories beyond the inspiration of but although my experience has lain Albemarle-street. Of the remaining pretty largely amongst gentlemen of Tales in these volumes, the author that nation, I must in justice say of Bracebridge-hall may have written that I never yet met with one whose some,-and any other “ gentleman idiom in any degree approached the of the press” (only borrowing Mr. plebeian model here brought before Irving's easiness and grace of lan- Mr. Irving, judging probably guage) might have written the rest. from the “ rascal few whom crime, One or two Americanisms, and a ge- or vagabondism, has driven to his neral dearth of those peculiar beau- country, that common refugium peccaties in thought and expression which torum, conceives it necessary to make overspread his former works, indicate an Irish gentleman express himself the same negligence and haste which like an Irish American; or perhaps I have remarked as comparatively he has taken Foigard and Macmorris distinguishing these volumes. At for his beau-ideal. To me, who have least I had rather impute these faults kept better company than Mr. Irving to those causes than to a mind worn probably met with in Hiberno-Ameout, or a genius broken down. The rica, his delineation of an Irish genauthor may possibly have written tleman, as we must presume every this work at the feet of Fame, not dragoon-officer to be, appears offenunder the eye of Mammon; but if so sively unnatural. Being moreover - Farewell! his occupation's gone! put forth as a general characteristic Geoffrey Crayon was Mr. Irving, but description (which, with Mr. Irving's Mr. Irving is not Geoffrey Crayon. seal to it, must necessarily have its
As to delineation of character, I influence on foreign opinion), the could scarcely persuade myself that gentry of that nation cannot but he who drew the admirable portrait consider it as an insult and an injusof Master Simon could erro so la- tice which the ignorance that dictated mentably as our author has, in at- it can alone excuse. tempting to depict several miniatures In the L'Envoy to the Sketch Book in the present volumes. A “worthy Mr. Irving speaks of the “ contrafox-hunting old baronet” tells a most riety of excellent counsel” which had romantic love-tale, with all the sen- being given him by his critics. “One
It is ungenerous I acknowledge, but I cannot help wishing that the author of the Sketch Book had remained a little longer under the pressure of that misfortune (whatever it may have been) which seemed to have dictated those pathetic and deeply. affecting little stories, that form the principal charm of his maiden work.
kindly advised him to avoid the ludi- and to have past with it.' Could not crous, another to shun the pathetic.” Mr. Irving manage to be humorous If the turn of an author's genius is to and pathetic at the same time, and be determined from the line of writing give us another Sketch Book He which he seems most to indulge, hu- would thus please both parties, inmour is certainly the reigning quality stead of neither. of Mr. Irving's mind. Bracebridge- To conclude: it is an usual comHall, much and the best part of the plaint, with the authors of one popuTales of a Traveller, are written in lar work that their succeeding efthe humorous vein. On the other forts are ungraciously received by hand, if the turn of genius is to be the public; but the inferiority of the estimated by the felicity of execution, Tales of a Traveller to Mr. Irving's we should perhaps say that our au- preceding works is so palpable, that thor's forte was the pathetic. But I am sure he himself must acknowin truth, the fine melancholy shade ledge the sentence that condemns it which was thrown over the Sketch as unworthy of his talents to be just. Book seems to have been only the
I am, &c. &c. effect of sorrow's passing cloud,
The Dio English Ilesters.
A BANQVET OF IESTS. OR CHANGE printed at Oxford," appended to LyOF CHEARE, &c. THE FOURTH IM- ford's “ Plain Man's Senses exercised PRESSION, WITH MANY ADDITIONS. to discern both good and evil,” LonLONDON, PRINTED FOR RICHARD ROY- don, 1655, in quarto; we find The STON, AND ARE TO BE SOLD AT HIS
Banquet of Jests, new and old, in 12. SHOPPE IN IVIE-LANE NEXT THE EXCHEQUER-OFFICE.
Since our last, we are also indebt1634. Duodecimo, containing 234 pages, besides 14 of
ed to a friend for looking through the
preliminary matter, and 12 more of contents registers of the Stationers' company; or index.
and from his information, we learn
that the first book entered in RoyThis is another and later edition ston's name was January 26, 1628 of the curious little volume recorded (1629) An Elegie upon the Fate of the in our last number, (p. 285.) and we most hopefull young Prince Henry, elare again tempted to introduce it to dest Sonne to his Marie of Bohemia, the notice of our readers in a very so that it would appear he comshort article, because the additions menced business nearly a year and a are so numerous as to make it al- half preceding the appearance of our most a distinct publication from its jest book, and when he was about predecessor, and some of the jests the age of 28. The jests were enare not unworthy of revival.
tered May 10, 1630. In 1633 he had The first edition consists of 195 a partnership with Allot (the editor articles, the fourth of 261; out of of England's Parnassus, and the which number 91 are altogether new, publisher of the second Shakspeare) 26 of them being substitutions for and others in Withers' Emblems, in the same number originally given in folio, a book which must have rethe copies of 1630, but subsequently quired no small capital from the withdrawn.
number and beauty of the engravings. There was probably an edition be- We promised to be brief, and will tween the sixth of 1610 and that of keep our word by concluding with a 1660 mentioned by Granger; for in few of the witticisms added to the “ A catalogue of some books printed present edition, although we do not for Richard Royston, at the Angel in presume to say with the original Ivie-lane, London, and some formerly printer :
Since, reader, I before have found thee Of all the women in the world, kinde
I never would come at her.
A handsome grave doth hidé her,
And sure her soule is not in hell,
The fiend could not abide her. very famous in his time, had beene a long
I think shee mounted upon hie, suitor for a bishoprick, but was still crost in
For in the last great thunder his suit; at the last foure fryers confessors
Mee thougt I heard her voyce on hic were preferred together to foure vacant
Rending the clouds in sunder. seas, and he not remembred : which being told him, hee said, Me thinks amongst so, many confessors, one martyr would not Of a Woman that was Beaten by her Hus
band. (260.) have done amisse.
A country fellow had an idle housewife Of one for favour made a Master of Art. that did use to sit slothfull at home, and (91.)
settle her selfe about nothing that belonged Two gentlemen meeting, saith one to the
to any housewifery, but suffered all things other, Would you believe that such a
to goe (as the old proverbe is) at sixe and man, being late at Oxford, had the cour. tesie done him to be made master of art? labour, and finding her to sit lazing by the
seven. Upon a time comming from his to whom the other answered ; O yes ; fire he tooke a holly wand, and began to without question,
cudgell her soundly; at which she cryed Of a Divine. (102.)
out aloud, and sayd, Alas ! husband, what A divine in his sermon praying for the doe you meanc? you see I doe nothing, I Lords spirituall and temporall, desired doe nothing. I, marry wife, saith hee, I heartily in his prayer thus ; that the Lords know that very well, and that is the reason spirituall might be made lesse temporall, for which I beat thee. and the Lords temporall more spirituall.
We have before said, that Archee, An Office in Reversion. (182.)
who is held forth as the editor of the A great man in this kingdome being of latter editions of this volume, had in a temperate and spare dyet, and using to take much physick, had the reversion of all probability nothing to do with another man's office, who was exceeding the publication. In the edition of fat and corpulent, and loved to drink deepé 1640, is one jest which does not apand to feed high, to whom being invited to pear in the preceding copies, and dinner and finding his stomack sickly and which is the only passage throughout weake, forbore to eate at all; which the the volume that has any allusion to other observing, Sir, saith he, you take too him. much of the apothecarie's physick, and too little of the kitchin's; and I feare though
Arche over-reached. (p. 44.) you are my executor for my place, yet I Our patron Arche the king's ie:eer having may outlive you. The other taking up a
before fool'd many, was at last well met pure Venice glasse that then stood before withall : for comming to a nobleman to him, made him this answer: I question give him good morrow upon new ycare's that, Sir, for this brittle glasse which you day, he received a very gracious reward see, being well and carefully kept, may last from him : twenty good pieces of gold in as long as your great brasse kettle. his hand. But the covetous foole expecting
(it seemes) a greater, shooke them in his Of a moderate Drinker. (234.) fist, and said they were too light. The noA gentleman of a very temperate dyet bleman tooke iť ill from him, but dissitting at table where there was great plenty sembling his anger he said, I prethee of wine, drunke very sparingly; which Arche, let mee see them againe, for a. observed by another, who' then sate over
mongst them there is one peece I would be against him ; Sir, saith he, if none in the loath to part with. Arche supposing hee world would drinke more than you, wine would have added more unto them, deliwould bee cheape: to whom he replyed, vered them backe to my lord, who putting “ Nay rather, if all men did drinke as I 'em up in his pocket, said well, “ I once doe, it would make wine very deare, for I gave money into a foole's hand, who had drinke as much as I can."
not the wit to keepe it." An Epitaph upon a Scolding Woman.
This extract is curious, as it cor(246.) Wee lived one and twenty yeare
roborates the accounts given in some Like man and wife together ;
of the writers of that day, of the I could no longer have her heere,
profusion and extravagance of the Shee's gone, I know not whether. new year's gifts, and it will easily If I could guesse, I doe professe account for the wealth said to be (I speake it not to Aatter)
amassed by Armstrong whilst he
held the situation of royal fool. To Is't so, that wee in hourely danger stand, prove that he saved money, and laid Whether wee saile by sea, or goe by land ? it out in the purchase of landed pro- That wee to th’ world but one entrance perty, we have met with a contempo
have, rary authority in an uncommonly rare
But thousand meanes of passage to our tract printed in duodecimo 1636, and entitled, The fatal Nuptiall, or Mourn. And that the wise shall no more fruit refull Marriage. This is a metrical Of all his labours, then the foole shall account of a lamentable accident
havethat occurred in the preceding year, For th' politick Hun must yeeld to swelling on Windermere Water, when forty- Humber, seven persons (among them a young As well as th' least of his inferiour number, married couple with their friends and And Archee, that rich foole, when hee least relations going to keep the wedding) dreames, were drowned. The anonymous poet For purchast lands, must be possest of
streamcs. (a very bad one by the way) meaning to enforce the uncertainty of life Archee, however, took care not to : and the liability of all ranks to a endanger himself on the water : he similar disaster, introduces Archee, married a wife, enjoyed his property, who was probably well known in the and died, at a good old age, in his neighbourhood of the accident. bed, in the year 1672.
NOW AM I HAPPIER THAN A KING!
My goblet flows with wine,
And all their love is mine!
And tendrils of that tree
At least the best to me!
The lily, and the rose,
Thus am I happier than a king !
My goblet flows with wine,
And all their love is mine!
And Galatea tries
Thus am I happier than a king !
My goblet flows with wine,
And all their love is inine !
With fresher wine and flowers :
Now am I happier than a king !
My goblet flows with wine,
And all their love is mine!