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not forward to communicate their occult disco-
ber of wounded pride. The cold slime of in-
you become known, he expresses a greater contempt for you,
and grows more captious and uneasy. The more you strive to merit his good word, the farther you are from it. Such characters will not only sneer at your well-meant endeavours, and kept silent as to your good qualities, but are out of countenance, “quite chop-fallen," if they find you have a cup of water, or a crust of bread. It is only when you are in a jail, starved or dead, that their exclusive pretensions are safe, or their Argus-eyed suspicions laid asleep. This is a true copy, nor is it taken from one sitting, or a single subject.-An author now-a-days, to succeed, must be something more than an author, — a nobleman, or rich plebeian : : the simple literary character is not enough. “Such a poor forked animal,” as a mere poet or philosopher turned loose upon public opinion, has no chance against the flocks of bats and owls that instantly assail him. It is name, it is wealth, it is title and influence that mollifies the tender,
The Tha And
It is jealou:
this, 1 day a
hearted Cerberus of criticism-first, by placing the honorary candidate for fame out of the reach of Grub-street malice; secondly, by holding out the prospect of a dinner or a vacant office to successful sycophancy. This is the reason why a certain Magazine praises Percy Bysshe Shelley, and villifies “ Johnny Keats *.” they know very well that they cannot ruin the one in fortune as well as in fame, but they may ruin the other in both, deprive him of a livelihood together with his good name, send him to Coventry, and into the Rules of a prison ; and this is a double incitement to the exercise of their laudable and legitimate vocation. We do not hear that they plead the good-natured motive of the Editor of the Quarterly Review, that “ they did it for his good,” because some one, in consequence of that critic's abuse, had sent the author a present of five-and-twenty pounds! One of these writers went so far, in a sort of general profession of literary servility, as
to declare broadly that there had been no great | English poet, and that no one had a right to
pretend to the character of a man of genius in this country, who was not of patrician birth—or connections by marriage! This hook was well baited.
* Written in June 1820.
These are the doctrines that enrich the shops, That pass with reputation through the land, And bring their authors an immortal name. It is the sympathy of the public with the spite, jealousy, and irritable humours of the writers, that nourishes this disease in the public mind; this, this "embalms and spices to the April day again," what otherwise "the spital and the lazar-house would heave the gorge at !"
Second Series, VOL. II.