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writer in the “ Quarterly Review," to Mr. Barrow, for instance. We would say to him, Mr. Barrow, you have travelled much, and in many parts of the world. Will you have the goodness to inform us, upon your honour, whether you have never resorted to the same method for procuring a subsistence, which your brother Reviewer designates as robbery and plunder; have you, amidst the difficulties and distresses to which a traveller is liable, never taken and paid for any thing against the will of the possessor ? We believe, that if you had never done so, you would not be at this moment enjoying the comforts and luxuries of England; you would not be at this moment Under Secretary of the Admiralty. You would not have written such a sentence as the following in criticising the work of a traveller in Ethiopia :- What does Mr. Waddington suppose would have been the consequence to his party, if, meeting a countryman in England, they had demanded his horse ; and, on his refusal, fired a pistol at him, put him in bodily fear, and carried off the animal ? We will not take upon us to anticipate the verdict of an impartial jury; but to judge from his own statement of the transaction, which he is pleased to call “a modification of a robbery, we think it would have gone hard with the whole of them." You would not have argued from a rich, peaceable and hospitable country, to a brutish race of men and a country in a state of uncivilization and disorder ; you would have felt, that the illustration, to say the least of it, was unappropriate and unfair; inasmuch as there is this little distinction to be observed, that there was a necessity in the one case, and could be no necessity in the other. You, too, would not have been só foolish and so unjust, as to make an attack upon James Curtin, Mr. Hanbury's interpreter, for acting according to the directions of his employers. You would not have thrown upon his shoulders any part of the responsibility. You would have spared the unnecessary and improper appellation of “an impudent Irish lad,” as applied, we understand, to an exceedingly faithful, indefatigable, and well-informed young - man, who possesses an enviable facility of acquiring the language of any country, in which he happens to be travelling; and who, moreover, has nothing to depend upon but his talents and his character. We think, therefore, Mr. Barrow, that you would do well in advising your brother-critic to be more careful how he produces his jokes, or draws his parallel cases for the future; and to make the “ amende honorable" to Messrs. Waddington and Hanbury in the next number of the Review.
This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, that an author has to complain, not of the sternness and severity, but the illiberality and injustice of criticism. We speak here equally of the Edinburgh and Quarterly Reviews. We know not which is the best; we would rather borrow Shakspeare's expression: “Why, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples.” But the worst is, that the author must always contend under peculiar disadvantages. His answer, if a letter in a newspaper, will excite little attention: if a single unconnected pamphlet, will have a limited circulation, and hardly survive the occasion which gave it birth. But the Reviewer, whose article is preserved among a mass of really admirable matter and important information, however he may be confuted, vanquished and overthrown, will in process of time have the field entirely to himself; and among those, who may not have an opportunity of reading the reply, will vapour not only with impunity, but with triumph !
Therefore it is, that we have instituted a Tribunal of Appeal, and are determined to arrest the growing evil by watching closely and constantly, over the conduct of the Reviews. As far as we can prevent the mischief, no lurking critic shall riot in idle witticisms at the expense of truth and candour; or wound one honourable mind by anonymous taunts, which he would not dare to publish with his name.
In the present instance, we think it fair to state, that Mr. Murray published the “Journal of a Visit to some Parts of Æthiopia ;" and Mr. Murray is also the publisher of the “ Quarterly Review." To us this fact appears equally novel and unaccountable. Is Mr. Waddington to be made a scape-goat? or is it supposed, that, to accuse a gentleman of,“ robbery and plunder,” would hurt rather the feelings of the aŭthor, than the sale of the work ?
MEETING OF THE COUNCIL.
NOTICE TO CORRESPONDENTS.
Postscript to the Public. The Ten, in Council assembled, have decreed and do decree as follows :
First, That the generality of communications which are sent to them can have no chance of insertion in their publication; because they are plainly irrelevant to its object and design. The Council will admit at present no reviews of particular works, and no mere effusions of fancy and imagination.
Secondly, That they will not pledge themselves even to read the Spanish, or Portuguese, or Italian, or Sicilian, tales, which are daily submitted for their inspection. Their work is not a miscellany in the widest sense of the word ; they can have nothing to do with romantic stories about knights, or fairies, or distressed damsels, or about “all monstrous, all prodigious, things.” “The Bishop of Sylves," a Portuguese tale, will, we have no doubt, easily find a place in some other receptacle more fit for such effusions.
Thirdly, That a council of ladies, perhaps a Female Council of Ten, will very soon be established. They will then be enabled to take a more partieular notice of the letter from “ an old maid,” who asks as an indulgence the concealment of her name, “because,” says the fair writer, “ however unlikely it may be that I should ever meet with any one connected with the undertaking, I would secure myself from the danger of looking like a fool.” If we may judge from her letter, she has a much better security than any concealment of her name; if she can ever look like a fool, her face must do her a great injustice. We hope to hear from her again, and more in detail.
Fourthly, That the members of the Council have an apology to make to the ladies in general, for having lately shewn so little interest in their concerns. They will rejoice, when they can reconcile a greater share of attention
to the female part of the community with the performance of their other duties.
Fifthly, “ A politician” is assured, that it is the intention of the Council to establish an independent newspaper in the beginning of next year, or sooner.
Our friend is informed, that his valuable article on “ The Taste of the Age,” although we have no space left for it in the present number, shall appear as early as possible.
“ The Search after Sympathy” is good in its way, but it does not exactly suit us.
Many letters have been sent us, upon the late most melancholy occurrence, the death of the Marquis of London. derry. We shall gladly devote some of our pages hereafter not only to a subject of such intense interest as the manner of his decease, but to his whole public and private life. We must now content ourselves with the verses which form the conclusion of this number.
We thank “A Subscriber” for his communication, and his offer respecting the Monastery of St. Bernard.
Our postscript to the public must be of most Lacedæmonian conciseness. We had intended to favour them with a longer address at the end of our first volume, But this, like many other human intentions, must end where it began. But some complaints, however, have reached us, which we cannot pass over in entire silence.
First, It is said that we are careless in correcting the press; and that we affix no table of contents to the beginning of our numbers. To these charges we plead guilty. They are the effects of our short apprenticeship in the mechanical part of the literary profession. We trust, that we shall improve in time, under the fostering protection of the British Nation. We shall now put a general table of contents at the end of the present volume, and begin more regularly with our next.
Secondly, It is said, that no individual number contains a sufficient variety of articles. We are sorry for it; but we cannot cram into a single page the matter which will fill twenty, more than we can probe a thing to the bottom by just glancing over its surface. We aspire to be useful; but no writer can be useful or instructive, who hops from subject to subject, like a flea; or chooses only those parts of it, which will furnish matter for amusement and a joke.
Thirdly, We have no theatrical criticisms-nothing about Miss Stephens or Miss Foote-no meteorological tableno list of new publications—no appointments and promotions-no births, deaths, and marriages. We are really sick of hearing such complaints. This publication neither is nor was intended to be a medley and salmagundi. Let our readers look to our design and our pretensions. Let us be judged as the Council of Ten, and not as the editors and writers of a magazine.
For the rest, we ask no favour at the hands of the public; because we know, that in this world it is not “ ask and ye shall receive;" prove that you are in want, and you shall be assisted. We thank our correspondents for their communications, but we can do without them; we thank our subscribers for buying and reading, but we conceive ourselves to be under no obligation to them, as we imagine that our publication deserves to be bought and read. We only trust that they will receive our future plans with as much encouragement as they have shewn to the present publication.
THE DEATH OF THE MARQUIS OF LONDONDERRY.
Once, as the Sun from his meridian path,
Maintain beneath his beams the gory strife
His bright orb was eclips'd-and sudden night mail.hu
Shot its dark shadows o'er the field of fight.
View'd the dim sky with more than mortal fears ; ist Pale with affright, and fix'd as statues stood, I. And half forgot the mutual thirst of blood,