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ters were duly weighed by him as to their soundness in judging of particular pas. sages of his acting. He seems to have been very tenacious of any thing which was likely to touch his interests ever so remotely. He was the man of business all over, in what concerned his dealings with authors and actors; but, on the whole, he loses nothing in our estimation by the correspondence here submitted to us : indeed, he rather gains. We find his private character stand still higher than before, and his mind appears to have been cultivated to a degree of which, among his superior endowments as an actor, we have been accustomed to lose sight. The correspondent of Warburton and Camden, of Lyttelton and Burke, is shown, by the tenor of their letters to bim, to have met them on no inferior intellectual footing. As a man we must esteem Mr. Garrick as one of the most extraordinary. There was an universality of acquirement and of attraction about him which has fallen to the lot of few. He justly maintains his character above his excellence as a mere actor, and will, we bave no doubt, continue to do so while lovers of literature and learning, of the drama and of native talent, shall survive amongst us.
We have not space this month to copy any of the letters in this valuable collection, but we hope to return to them again. The first letter is from Gilbert Walmesley to a Rev. Mr. Colson, dated 1736, recommending the latter to take the son of Captain Garrick, a neighbour of the writer's, for his education. A second letter March 2, 1736, mentions the setting out of the pupil and Mr. Johnson for London, where the latter was going as a tragedy writer! Garrick was designed for the bar; and died the most eminent actor of his time. Johnson was to write tragedy; and he died the greatest lexicographer and moral writer of his day-thus little do men guess their own path in life when they are actually beginning to tread it!
Newton, the author of the work on the Prophecies, was one of Garrick's earliest correspondents, and with his letters, except those before mentioned from Walmesley, the volume leads off. We have not space to add more than at present to recommend this work as a source of high interest to our readers. It will convey much pleasing information to those who read for instruction, and to the curious in biographical anecdotes, and those who are fond of travelling back to commune with renowned names. It will call up associations with the worthies of past days, and will prove an invaluable addition to those works of a similar class which we already possess. The Life and Death of Lord Edward Fitzgerald. By Thomas MOORE,
Esq. 2 Vols. 12mo. Longman and Co. Although the publishers of Mr. Moore's new work had not the courtesy to send us a copy,' our respect for the distinguished author has induced us to purcbase one, and lay before our readers the record of its details, which will be found by the enlightened and reflective of primary interest and importance. That a great many persons should find little to admire in the biography of an individual whom they have been accustomed to regard as a rebel is not wonderful. Time has hardly yet far enough removed us from the fearful struggle, in the commencement of which Lord Edward Fitzgerald took so distinguished a part, as to divest us wholly of the natural feeling respecting him. It is impossible, however, not to acknowledge that had his Lordship been successful in giving freedom to his oppressed countryfor fearfully oppressed it was at that period, and bound in the most grinding chains that ever fettered a people, (happily removed by the superior intelligence of the times, by successive ameliorations, and the firmness of Wellington in carrying Catholic Emancipation, and still further to be ameliorated we trust by his Majesty's present ministers,) he would have been hailed as a Washington or Koscia usko, Thus true after all is the remark, altering a word from Sir John Haringtone
Treason doth never prosper-what's the reason?
! We take this opportunity to request authors who wish notices of their works to appear in our pages to desire their publishers to send us copies at the earliest moment of publication.
Mr. Moore very justly observes on this subject, “To be able to fix, however, with any precision the point at which obedience may cease, and resistance to the undue stretches of authority begin, is a difficulty which must for ever leave vague and undirected the application of the principle; a vagueness, of which the political favourers of power adroitly take advantage, and while they concede the right of resistance as a general proposition, hold themselves free to object to every particular instance of it.” Of the oppressed state of Ireland, at that time, there can be no question, and the best evidence of what her people must have suffered is afforded by the verbal testimony of men sent over to put down the rebellion. Much, too, may be inferred from the detestable characters of various individuals employed in the country, some' of them nobles upsprung from the dregs of the people, and owing their elevation to their notorious absence of all principle. Ireland was a scene of action for every tool of a wicked government to play his antics in with impunity, and well did many uphold the deformed policy of their employers in the British Cabinet, when the signal was given to let loose torture and devastation, and goad the people to rebellion at the moment deemed most eligible to resist its action. Reason, conciliation, justice, mercy, were alike scouted by employers and employed; and the future historian and philosopher, if he will not wholly clear from the stain of treason the first discontents of the Irish, will concede, that at length resistanco was the only weapon with wbich the oppressed had the chance of gaining justice. What à catalogue of names, black with crime, does the Irish struggle display! It is incredible, though it is glorious for the cause of freedom and humanity, that no administration since the death of Lord Castlereagh, nor even his, could have stood its ground, acting but a tithe of the iniquities among which that nobleman exhibited himself in the Irish rebellion. Better times are indeed around us !
We must leave Lord Edward's justification to posterity, with a recommendation to governments to guard against dealing out injustice to men for opinion's sake. Înjustice then, however, seemed the order of the day. The old Lord Norbury, who jested over the criminal he was sentencing to death, and who went by the name of the "hanging judge” in Ireland—this man brought in a bill to attaint Lord Edward Fitzgerald ; and, to the disgrace of the reptiles who composed the Irish Parliament, it was carried against a man never proved guilty! George IV.to his honour repealed the iniquitous attainder-but we are dwelling too long upon scenes at which one's blood boils, and we blush for the guilt of the actors in the monstrous drama. We find more pleasure in following Mr. Moore into the details of Lord Edward's private life. i Lord Edward Fitzgerald was born on the 15th of October, 1763. He was early placed in the army as a profession, studied the science of war with great assiduity, served in various places abroad, and having risen to the rank of a field officer, and being possessed of talents and endowments which would have rendered him a distinguished soldier, bold, hardy, temperate, and cool by nature, and ardently attached to his profession, he would have been one of England's best officers. His commission, however, was taken from him without charge or trial. Thus was ruptured every tie of attachment on the basis of professional duty to the government which oppressed his country. He took up his ground with Ireland, and his guilt or innocence--his being a rebel or a patriot we must leave to other times to settle : we own we incline to the honourable title as his due.
To men of philosophic minds Mr. Moore has afforded a treat. He may well wonder at first sight, in reading the letters of Lord Edward, how he could ever have proved the bold and daring head of rebel myriads. “Reading,” says Mr. Moore, “ these simple, and to an almost feminine degree-fond letters, it is impossible not to feel how strange and touching is the contrast between those partners of a happy home which they so unaffectedly exhibit, and the dark and troubled sea of conspiracy and revolt into which the amiable writer of them so soon afterwards plunged ; nor can we easily bring ourselves to believe that the joyous tenant of this little lodge, the happy husband and father, dividing the day between his child and his flowers, could be the same man who, but a year or two after, placed himself at the head of rebel myriads, negotiated on the frontiers of France for an alliance against England, and but seldom laid down his head on his pillow at night, without a pro
spect of being summoned thence to the scaffold or the field. The government that could drive such a man into resistance--and there were hundreds equal to him in goodness, if not in heroism, so driven,-is convicted by this very result alone, without any further enquiry into its history."
The letters of Lord Edward Fitzgerald are, we hesitate not to say, the most simply beautiful we ever read. His unceasing expressions of love for his mother, his attachment to elegant and simple pleasures, his fondness for retirement, his expressions respecting his wife and child, show one of the most exquisite developments of the highest and best order of human hearts which we have ever seen. Some of the passages in these letters are deeply reflective. Speaking in one of them of living on a few ears of Indian corn, while travelling in the wilds of America, he observes :-" What is called and thought hardship is nothing ; one unhappy feeling is worse than a thousand years of it.”
In the most corrupt of all assemblies that ever existed on the face of the earththe Irish Parliament, on a proclamation of the Lord Lieutenant's being put to the vote for the sanction of the House, Lord Edward rose and said, Sir, I give my hearty disapprobation to this address, for I do think that the Lord Lieutenant and the majority of this House are the worst subjects the king has." The hirelings in the House called out for him to apologize; he replied, “I am accused of having declared that I think the Lord Lieutenant and the majority of this House the worst subjects the king has :- I said so, 'tis true, and I'm sorry for it"-An apology declared insufficient by the House, naturally enough!
Lord Edward Fitzgerald married a daughter of the celebrated Countess de Genlis by the Duke of Orleans, in 1792, and proved to the last the best of fathers and husbands.
Lord Edward was marked out by nature for a character capable of the loftiest achievements, and had his field of action been a different one, his fame might have been wide spread and durable. His love of nature, of retirement, of books, of flowers, his filial affection, all are compatible with this view of his character.
We have only room to make the following extracts from the letters-we could make a hundred. They breathe the very best charm of letter-writing, simplicity in simple endearing things.
Frescati, Feb. 6th, 1794. “I have got an under-gardener (myself) to prepare some spots for flowers, and to help Tim. I have been hard at work to-day, and part of yesterday (by-the-bye, weather so hot I go without coat and the birds singing like Spring) cleaning the little corner to the right of the house, digging round roots of trees, raking ground, and planting thirteen two-year-old laurels and Portugal laurels. I have also trimmed the rose trees. The flowers and shrubs had all got out of the little green paling ;-I am now putting them inside, and mean only to have a border of primroses and polyanthus outside, if I have any. I mean from thence to go to the rosery and then to the little new planted corner. I ain to have hyacinths, jonquils, pinks, cloves, narcissus, &c. in the little beds before the house and in the rosery.
“Some parts of the long round require a great deal of pruning, and trees to be cut; if you trust me, I think I could do it prudently, and have the wood laid by. There are numbers of trees quite spoiling one another.
“God bless you, dear mother, I am now going to make my gardener work, for he does nothing if I am not with him; Pamela sends you her love, hers and mine to all the rest : Bless you all : this is too fine a day to stay longer writing.”
“Kildare, June 23rd, 1794. “ Dearest Mother, “I write to you in the middle of settling my little family here. But the day is fine--the spot looks pretty, quiet, and comfortable ;-I feel pleasant, contented, and happy, and all these feelings and sights never come across me without bringing dearest, dearest mother to my heart's recollection. I am sure you understand these feelings, dear mother. How you would like this spot! it is the smallest thing imaginable, and to numbers would have no beauty ; but there is a comfort and moderation in it that delights me. I don't know how I can describe it to you, but I will try.
“ After going up a little lane, and in at a close gate, you come on a little white house, with a small gravel court before it. You see but three small windows;
Ur. Conolly's Lodge in the town of Kildare, to which bis Lordship had now remored.
the court surrounded by large old elms; one side of the house covered with shrubs; on the other side a tolerable large ash; upon the stairs going up to the house two wicker cages, in which there are at this moment two thrushes, singing à gorge deployée. In coming into the house you find a small passage-hall, very clean, the floor tiled; upon your left, a small room; on the right the stair-case. In front, you come into the parlour, a good room, with a bow-window looking into the garden, which is a small green plot surrounded by good trees, and in it three of the finest thorns I ever saw, and all the trees so placed that you may shade yourself from the sun all hours of the day; the bow-window covered with honey-suckle, and up to the window some roses.
Going up stairs you find another bow-room, the honey-suckle almost up to it, and a little room the same size as that below : this, with the kitchen or servants' hall below, is the whole house. There is on the left in the court-yard another building which makes a kitchen; it is covered by trees so as to look pretty; at the back of it there is a yard, &c. which looks into a lane. On the side of the house opposite the grass-plot, there is ground enough for a flower-garden, communicating with the front garden by a little walk.
“The whole place is situated on a kind of rampart of a circular form, surrounded by a wall, which wall towards the village and lane is high but covered with trees and shrubs ;-the trees old and large, giving a great deal of shade. Towards the country the wall is not higher than your knee, and this covered with bushes : from these open parts you have a view of a pretty cultivated country, till your eye is stopped by the Curragh. From our place there is a back way to those fields so as to go out and walk without having to do with the town.
"This, dearest Mother, is the spot as well as I can give it you, but it don't describe well, one must see it and feel it; it is all the little peeps and ideas that go with it that make the beauty of it to me. My dear wife dotes on it, and becomes it. She is busy in her little American jacket, planting sweet-peas and mignonette. Her table and work-box, with the little one's caps, are on the table ; I wish my dearest mother was here, and the scene to me would be complete.”
We cordially recommend Mr. Moore's work to our readers. The old bigoted aristocrat who figured in 1798 may read and admire the letters without attainting his ultra habits. The ruling politician will gather a lesson from the pages of the work, which may haply restrain outrages upon those over whom he is placed, and show him that hearts which beat highly must be made available to his purposes by dealing out justice and moderation, not by coercion and brutality. Lastly, the general reader, the young, and the virtuous, will not fail to be pleased with the beautiful letters and honest amusements of a man who, if he did err, asks a very small portion of human indulgence to his frailty.
We applaud Mr. Moore's candour in this work, and candidly own that his political views, where they must necessarily be shown, are throughout the work tempered and honest, and far more bridled than on such an opportunity we could have asked or expected.
The Speeches of the Right Honourable William Huskisson, with a
Biographical Memoir, &c. 3 Vols. 8vo. Huskisson's original sin was his French connexions. He was bred at Paris under his uncle's roof and superintendence from the age of thirteen to twenty, between the years 1783 and 1790–in the very centre and focus of political fermentation--in a society frequented by many of the most ardent spirits of the day-by the wielders of the press, and the orators of the Cafés-by the zealous advocates of reform and the fiery opponents of despotism. Could he fail of imbibing the sentiments or the spirit of his associates ? Besides, he was a spectator of the fall of the Bastile-that might have been accident; he was a member of the club of '89-that must have been choice; and made a speech which was echoed through Paris from side to side-that was at least no inadvertent act. But the speech was on a question of Finance-no matter, it was at a political club, and avowedly a club of reformers. But the club was established specifically in support of constitutional monarchy--no matter again, it was a revolutionary club or the parent of one--a club of
1 I paid a visit to this spot some months since, and could trace only a few of the general features here described ; of the Lodge itself there are no remains, and the whole place is in a state of desolation.
traitors, and where is the use of measuring degrees of political treason? No-the offence was never forgotten-the youth was infected, and the poison was never burnt out of the man; he was impregnated to the core with liberalism; and if in after-times he concealed the plague-spot, it was only to watch and abide the opportunity of breaking forth into mischief-no matter whether he meddled with cur. rency, or corn, or trade, the genuine Tories detected the old leaven, and exulted in the proof of their prophecies and the sagacity of their suspicions! Yet to be cool and temperate, as Mr. H. must still be allowed to have been, in the midst of the most heating and inflammatory scenes, this might have warranted a better augury ; but in the good old Anti-Jacobin times of England, discrimination was scouted-to be suspected was to be guilty-to be tbe advocate of liberal sentiments was to be a Jacobin, and once a Jacobin always a Jacobin.
But our purpose here is scarcely to discuss the character or conduct of Mr. Huskisson, but simply to trace his career-especially his early career, of which little is distinctly known. The speeches before us- the best of which are familiar to every body capable of appreciating them-are prefaced by a memoir communicated by the family, and past all contradiction as to the general accuracy of the facts. Though denounced--when such denunciations were in fashion and of force-as a beggar, an adventurer, an apothecary, a bastard, &c. Huskisson was a gentleman by birth, education, fortune, and bearing. He was the eldest son of a Staffordshire gentleman with property, if not large, yet considerable enough to be entailed. His mother died while he was a boy; and the father marrying a second wife, a Dr. Gem, the uncle of his mother, took the boys, at least two of them, of whom William was one, under his own personal care. Dr. Gem, a physician withdrawn from practice, had been long a resident at Paris, where he lived on an easy fortune, and mingled with the best, that is, the most intellectual society of that city, at a period the most stirring and influential-from the American to the revolutionary war.
Under this gentleman's eye, Huskisson was carefully educated, and mixing with his uncle's friends, while quite a boy took a lively interest in the events and sentiments of the times. He was but twenty when he made the speech before alluded to in the club of '89, which, though it brought his name into general and familiar notice, did not, however, with all the notoriety with which it was attended, prompt him farther into the political, much less into the revolutionary arena. He might soon have shot up into a full-grown Jacobin; but luckily within a month or two of this successful debut, he was introduced to the table of the English ambassador, Lord Gower, the present Marquis of Stafford, to whom and whose family he was an acceptable guest-an intercourse which led to his acceptance of the office of private secretary to the ambassador. Here was a check to the growth of Jacobinism. His connexions and associates were changed, and of course his sentiments partook of the change, for he continued with the ambassador's family till the events of August, 1792, and the deposition of the French monarch compelled the ambassador to quit the country. With him Mr. H., though his uncle still remained at Paris, resolved to return to England ; and in England he was still chiefly, both in town and at Wimbledon, a guest of Lord Gower's.
At this nobleman's Mr. Pitt and Mr. Dundas were frequent visitors, and Hus. kisson's talents were not overlooked by them. A gentleman familiar with the French language was required for the new arrangements at the Alien Office, and the charge was offered to him. At this time Huskisson had succeeded to the family property, but finding it saddled with provisions for younger brothers and sisters, and being naturally, from the society he had mingled with, disinclined to a country life, he determined on selling, and pushing his fortunes in a different direction. The offer of the Alien Office, though not the most desirable, was accepted on the advice of Lord Gower, as likely to lead to something better. Accordingly, after three years' zealous execution of its duties, he was, on Nepean's removal to the Admiralty, appointed his successor as under-secretary in the War and Colonial department, and the year after brought into parliament. As a debater he was not for some years conspicuous : he was never a showy person ; and the duties of his office absorbed his chief attention till the retreat of Mr. Pitt. With his patron Mr. H. of course resigned, but at Lord Hobart's request, (Dundas's successor,) for