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by Thomas Moore


  Must it not vary according to circumstances, and according to the subjects to be criticised? I fear that writers must take the sweets and bitters of the public journals as they occur, and an author of so long a standing as Mr. Bowles might have become accustomed to such incidents; he might be angry, but not astonished. I have been reviewed in the Quarterly almost as often as Mr. Bowles, and have had as pleasant things said, and some as unpleasant, as could well be pronounced. In the review of “The Fall of Jerusalem” it is stated, that I have devoted “my powers, &c. to the worst parts of Manicheism;” which, being interpreted, means that I worship the devil. Now, I have neither written a reply, nor complained to Gifford. I believe that I observed in a letter to you, that I thought “that the critic might have praised Milman without finding it necessary to abuse me;” but did I not add at the same time, or soon after, (à propos, of the note in the book of Travels,) that I would not, if it were even in my power, have a single line cancelled on my account in that nor in any other publication? Of course, I reserve to myself the privilege of response when necessary. Mr. Bowles seems in a whimsical state about the author of the article on Spence. You know very well that I am not in your confidence, nor in that of the conductor of the journal. The moment I saw that article, I was morally certain that I knew the author “by his style.” You will tell me that I do not know him: that is all as it should be; keep the secret, so shall I, though no one has ever intrusted it to me. He is not the person whom Mr. Bowles denounces. Mr. Bowles’s extreme sensibility reminds me of a circumstance which occurred on board of a frigate in which I was a passenger and guest of the captain’s for a considerable time. The surgeon on board, a very gentlemanly young man, and remarkably able in his profession, wore a wig. Upon this ornament he was extremely tenacious. As naval jests are sometimes a little rough, his brother officers made occasional allusions to this delicate appendage to the doctor’s person. One day a young lieutenant, in the course of a facetious discussion, said, “Suppose now, doctor, I should take off your hat,”— “Sir,” replied the doctor, “I shall talk no longer with you; you grow scurrilous.” He would not even admit so near an approach as to the hat which protected it. In like manner, if any body approaches Mr. Bowles’s laurels, even in his outside capacity of an editor, “they grow scurrilous.” You say that you are about to prepare an edition of Pope; you cannot do better for your own credit as a publisher, nor for the redemption of Pope from Mr. Bowles, and of the public taste from rapid degeneracy.

  OBSERVATIONS UPON “OBSERVATIONS”

  A SECOND LETTER TO JOHN MURRAY, ESQ.

  ON

  THE REV. W.L. BOWLES’S STRICTURES

  ON THE

  LIFE AND WRITINGS OF POPE.

  Now first published.

  Ravenna, March 25. 1821.

  Dear Sir,

  In the further “Observations” of Mr. Bowles, in rejoinder to the charges brought against his edition of Pope, it is to be regretted that he has lost his temper. Whatever the language of his antagonists may have been, I fear that his replies have afforded more pleasure to them than to the public. That Mr. Bowles should not be pleased is natural, whether right or wrong; but a temperate defence would have answered his purpose in the former case — and, in the latter, no defence, however violent, can tend to any thing but his discomfiture. I have read over this third pamphlet, which you have been so obliging as to send me, and shall venture a few observations, in addition to those upon the previous controversy.

  Mr. Bowles sets out with repeating his “confirmed conviction,” that “what he said of the moral part of Pope’s character was, generally speaking, true; and that the principles of poetical criticism which he has laid down are invariable and invulnerable,” &c.; and that he is the more persuaded of this by the “exaggerations of his opponents.” This is all very well, and highly natural and sincere. Nobody ever expected that either Mr. Bowles, or any other author, would be convinced of human fallibility in their own persons. But it is nothing to the purpose — for it is not what Mr. Bowles thinks, but what is to be thought of Pope, that is the question. It is what he has asserted or insinuated against a name which is the patrimony of posterity, that is to be tried; and Mr. Bowles, as a party, can be no judge. The more he is persuaded, the better for himself, if it give him any pleasure; but he can only persuade others by the proofs brought out in his defence.

  After these prefatory remarks of “conviction,” &c. Mr. Bowles proceeds to Mr. Gilchrist; whom he charges with “slang” and “slander,” besides a small subsidiary indictment of “abuse, ignorance, malice,” and so forth. Mr. Gilchrist has, indeed, shown some anger; but it is an honest indignation, which rises up in defence of the illustrious dead. It is a generous rage which interposes between our ashes and their disturbers. There appears also to have been some slight personal provocation. Mr. Gilchrist, with a chivalrous disdain of the fury of an incensed poet, put his name to a letter avowing the production of a former essay in defence of Pope, and consequently of an attack upon Mr. Bowles. Mr. Bowles appears to be angry with Mr. Gilchrist for four reasons: — firstly, because he wrote an article in “The London Magazine;” secondly, because he afterwards avowed it; thirdly, because he was the author of a still more extended article in “The Quarterly Review;” and, fourthly, because he was NOT the author of the said Quarterly article, and had the audacity to disown it — for no earthly reason but because he had NOT written it.

  Mr. Bowles declares, that “he will not enter into a particular examination of the pamphlet,” which by a misnomer is called “Gilchrist’s Answer to Bowles,” when it should have been called “Gilchrist’s Abuse of Bowles.” On this error in the baptism of Mr. Gilchrist’s pamphlet, it may be observed, that an answer may be abusive and yet no less an answer, though indisputably a temperate one might be the better of the two: but if abuse is to cancel all pretensions to reply, what becomes of Mr. Bowles’s answers to Mr. Gilchrist?

  Mr. Bowles continues:— “But as Mr. Gilchrist derides my peculiar sensitiveness to criticism, before I show how destitute of truth is this representation, I will here explicitly declare the only grounds,” &c. &c. &c. — Mr. Bowles’s sensibility in denying his “sensitiveness to criticism” proves, perhaps, too much. But if he has been so charged, and truly — what then? There is no moral turpitude in such acuteness of feeling: it has been, and may be, combined with many good and great qualities. Is Mr. Bowles a poet, or is he not? If he be, he must, from his very essence, be sensitive to criticism; and even if he be not, he need not be ashamed of the common repugnance to being attacked. All that is to be wished is, that he had considered how disagreeable a thing it is, before he assailed the greatest moral poet of any age, or in any language.

  Pope himself “sleeps well,” — nothing can touch him further; but those who love the honour of their country, the perfection of her literature, the glory of her language — are not to be expected to permit an atom of his dust to be stirred in his tomb, or a leaf to be stripped from the laurel which grows over it.

  Mr. Bowles assigns several reasons why and when “an author is justified in appealing to every upright and honourable mind in the kingdom.” If Mr. Bowles limits the perusal of his defence to the “upright and honourable” only, I greatly fear that it will not be extensively circulated. I should rather hope that some of the downright and dishonest will read and be converted, or convicted. But the whole of his reasoning is here superfluous— “an author is justified in appealing,” &c. when and why he pleases. Let him make out a tolerable case, and few of his readers will quarrel with his motives.

  Mr. Bowles “will now plainly set before the literary public all the circumstances which have led to his name and Mr. Gilchrist’s being brought together,” &c. Courtesy requires, in speaking of others and ourselves, that we should place the name of the former first — and not “Ego et Rex meus.” Mr. Bowles should have written “Mr. Gilchrist’s name and his.”

  This point he wishes “particularly to address to those most respec
table characters, who have the direction and management of the periodical critical press.” That the press may be, in some instances, conducted by respectable characters is probable enough; but if they are so, there is no occasion to tell them of it; and if they are not, it is a base adulation. In either case, it looks like a kind of flattery, by which those gentry are not very likely to be softened; since it would be difficult to find two passages in fifteen pages more at variance, than Mr. Bowles’s prose at the beginning of this pamphlet, and his verse at the end of it. In page 4. he speaks of “those most respectable characters who have the direction, &c. of the periodical press,” and in page 10. we find —

  “Ye dark inquisitors, a monk-like band,

  Who o’er some shrinking victim-author stand,

  A solemn, secret, and vindictive brand,

  Only terrific in your cowl and hood.”

  And so on — to “bloody law” and “red scourges,” with other similar phrases, which may not be altogether agreeable to the above-mentioned “most respectable characters.” Mr. Bowles goes on, “I concluded my observations in the last Pamphleteer with feelings not unkind towards Mr. Gilchrist, or” [it should be nor] “to the author of the review of Spence, be he whom he might.”— “I was in hopes, as I have always been ready to admit any errors I might have been led into, or prejudice I might have entertained, that even Mr. Gilchrist might be disposed to a more amicable mode of discussing what I had advanced in regard to Pope’s moral character.” As Major Sturgeon observes, “There never was a set of more amicable officers — with the exception of a boxing-bout between Captain Shears and the Colonel.”

  A page and a half — nay only a page before — Mr. Bowles re-affirms his conviction, that “what he has said of Pope’s moral character is (generally speaking) true, and that his “poetical principles are invariable and invulnerable.” He has also published three pamphlets, — ay, four of the same tenour, — and yet, with this declaration and these declamations staring him and his adversaries in the face, he speaks of his “readiness to admit errors or to abandon prejudices!!!” His use of the word “amicable” reminds me of the Irish Institution (which I have somewhere heard or read of) called the “Friendly Society,” where the president always carried pistols in his pocket, so that when one amicable gentleman knocked down another, the difference might be adjusted on the spot, at the harmonious distance of twelve paces.

  But Mr. Bowles “has since read a publication by him (Mr. Gilchrist) containing such vulgar slander, affecting private life and character,” &c. &c.; and Mr. Gilchrist has also had the advantage of reading a publication by Mr. Bowles sufficiently imbued with personality; for one of the first and principal topics of reproach is that he is a grocer, that he has a “pipe in his mouth, ledger-book, green canisters, dingy shop-boy, half a hogshead of brown treacle,” &c. Nay, the same delicate raillery is upon the very title-page. When controversy has once commenced upon this footing, as Dr. Johnson said to Dr. Percy, “Sir, there is an end of politeness — we are to be as rude as we please — Sir, you said that I was short-sighted.” As a man’s profession is generally no more in his own power than his person — both having been made out for him — it is hard that he should be reproached with either, and still more that an honest calling should be made a reproach. If there is any thing more honourable to Mr. Gilchrist than another it is, that being engaged in commerce he has had the taste, and found the leisure, to become so able a proficient in the higher literature of his own and other countries. Mr. Bowles, who will be proud to own Glover, Chatterton, Burns, and Bloomfleld for his peers, should hardly have quarrelled with Mr. Gilchrist for his critic. Mr. Gilchrist’s station, however, which might conduct him to the highest civic honours, and to boundless wealth, has nothing to require apology; but even if it had, such a reproach was not very gracious on the part of a clergyman, nor graceful on that of a gentleman. The allusion to “Christian criticism” is not particularly happy, especially where Mr. Gilchrist is accused of having “set the first example of this mode in Europe.” What Pagan criticism may have been we know but little; the names of Zoilus and Aristarchus survive, and the works of Aristotle, Longinus, and Quintilian: but of “Christian criticism” we have already had some specimens in the works of Philelphus, Poggius, Scaliger, Milton, Salmasius, the Cruscanti (versus Tasso), the French Academy (against the Cid), and the antagonists of Voltaire and of Pope — to say nothing of some articles in most of the reviews, since their earliest institution in the person of their respectable and still prolific parent, “The Monthly.” Why, then, is Mr. Gilchrist to be singled out “as having set the first example?” A sole page of Milton or Salmasius contains more abuse — rank, rancorous, unleavened abuse — than all that can be raked forth from the whole works of many recent critics. There are some, indeed, who still keep up the good old custom; but fewer English than foreign. It is a pity that Mr. Bowles cannot witness some of the Italian controversies, or become the subject of one. He would then look upon Mr. Gilchrist as a panegyrist.

  In the long sentence quoted from the article in “The London Magazine,” there is one coarse image, the justice of whose application I shall not pretend to determine:— “The pruriency with which his nose is laid to the ground” is an expression which, whether founded or not, might have been omitted. But the “anatomical minuteness” appears to me justified even by Mr. Bowles’s own subsequent quotation. To the point:— “Many facts tend to prove the peculiar susceptibility of his passions; nor can we implicitly believe that the connexion between him and Martha Blount was of a nature so pure and innocent as his panegyrist Ruffhead would have us believe,” &c.— “At no time could she have regarded Pope personally with attachment,” &c.— “But the most extraordinary circumstance in regard to his connexion with female society, was the strange mixture of indecent and even profane levity which his conduct and language often exhibited. The cause of this particularity may be sought, perhaps, in his consciousness of physical defect, which made him affect a character uncongenial, and a language opposite to the truth.” — If this is not “minute moral anatomy,” I should be glad to know what is! It is dissection in all its branches. I shall, however, hazard a remark or two upon this quotation.

  To me it appears of no very great consequence whether Martha Blount was or was not Pope’s mistress, though I could have wished him a better. She appears to have been a cold-hearted, interested, ignorant, disagreeable woman, upon whom the tenderness of Pope’s heart in the desolation of his latter days was cast away, not knowing whither to turn as he drew towards his premature old age, childless and lonely, — like the needle which, approaching within a certain distance of the pole, becomes helpless and useless, and, ceasing to tremble, rusts. She seems to have been so totally unworthy of tenderness, that it is an additional proof of the kindness of Pope’s heart to have been able to love such a being. But we must love something. I agree with Mr. B. that she “could at no time have regarded Pope personally with attachment,” because she was incapable of attachment; but I deny that Pope could not be regarded with personal attachment by a worthier woman. It is not probable, indeed, that a woman would have fallen in love with him as he walked along the Mall, or in a box at the opera, nor from a balcony, nor in a ball-room; but in society he seems to have been as amiable as unassuming, and, with the greatest disadvantages of figure, his head and face were remarkably handsome, especially his eyes. He was adored by his friends — friends of the most opposite dispositions, ages, and talents — by the old and wayward Wycherley, by the cynical Swift, the rough Atterbury, the gentle Spence, the stern attorney-bishop Warburton, the virtuous Berkeley, and the “cankered Bolingbroke.” Bolingbroke wept over him like a child; and Spence’s description of his last moments is at least as edifying as the more ostentatious account of the deathbed of Addison. The soldier Peterborough and the poet Gay, the witty Congreve and the laughing Rowe, the eccentric Cromwell and the steady Bathurst, were all his intimates. The man who could conciliate so many men of the most opposite
description, not one of whom but was a remarkable or a celebrated character, might well have pretended to all the attachment which a reasonable man would desire of an amiable woman.

  Pope, in fact, wherever he got it, appears to have understood the sex well, Bolingbroke, “a judge of the subject,” says Warton, thought his “Epistle on the Characters of Women” his “masterpiece.” And even with respect to the grosser passion, which takes occasionally the name of “romantic,” accordingly as the degree of sentiment elevates it above the definition of love by Buffon, it may be remarked, that it does not always depend upon personal appearance, even in a woman. Madame Cottin was a plain woman, and might have been virtuous, it may be presumed, without much interruption. Virtuous she was, and the consequences of this inveterate virtue were that two different admirers (one an elderly gentleman) killed themselves in despair (see Lady Morgan’s “France”). I would not, however, recommend this rigour to plain women in general, in the hope of securing the glory of two suicides apiece. I believe that there are few men who, in the course of their observations on life, may not have perceived that it is not the greatest female beauty who forms the longest and the strongest passions.

  But, apropos of Pope. — Voltaire tells us that the Marechal Luxembourg (who had precisely Pope’s figure) was not only somewhat too amatory for a great man, but fortunate in his attachments. La Valière, the passion of Louis XIV., had an unsightly defect. The Princess of Eboli, the mistress of Philip II. of Spain, and Maugiron, the minion of Henry III. of France, had each of them lost an eye; and the famous Latin epigram was written upon them, which has, I believe, been either translated or imitated by Goldsmith: —

  “Lumine Acon dextro, capta est Leonilla sinistro,

  Et potis est forma vincere uterque Deos;

  Blande puer, lumen quod habes concede sorrori,

 

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