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XVI.-JOHN WILSON CROKER.
We are indignant with Miller for having troubled | about whom you inquire ; nor have I been in Ireland “ the superb lump of flesh,” as Sidney Smith calls for more than a year from the present date.
I am, sir, her, with a second application ; but so it was, and
Your most obedient servant, here is the result.
T. CROFTON CROKER. Brighton, 58, Old Steyne, 25 January. Admiralty. Madam,--Your letter of the 22d has been forwarded to me here, and I hasten to reply, as I fear some person is endeavoring to impose on you. Next to Crofty Croker, the most important man
I am quite sure no person of the name of Amelia of that name, the spes altera, so to speak, of the Deacon, or Dickinson, ever lived in my service. If, illustrious house of Lineham, (see Burke's Gentry however, the young woman persists in her assertion, let her coine and claim her character from me, at my of Great Britain,) is, we have no hesitation in house, where I hope to be on Saturday. To this saying, the late secretary of the admiralty. We she can have no objection.
believe he was one of the commissioners (along I
propose this merely to assure you, that I should with Scott, Mackintosh, Lockhart, and Hallam) be happy to take any trouble that might assist you ; on the Stuart Papers ; but this was an old story. but I am quite certain, that unless the woman in
September 24, 183–. question offers herself under a feigned name, she has never lived in my house.
Mr. Croker begs leave to acquaint Mr. Baker I am, Madam,
that he has no recollection whatsoever of Mr. Your obedient servant,
James Morrison, nor does he remember ever to CAROLINE Norton. have employed an amanuensis. Mr. Morrison may
have been employed in transcribing the Stuart Pa
pers; but it has escaped Mr. Croker's memory. What a creature is here! Miller should not
Tom Moore is in the benignant vein ; he cannot hound. He says the word soul has no type in stand in the way even of an impostor—a class of existing things. And where is the type, in what persons for whom his Travels of an Irish Gentlehe would call existing things, of the words he uses
man betray a great sympathy.
Sloperton, January 25, 183-, “of," "such,” “a," “ subject," “ for,”
Sir, I regret extremely that there should have But it is wasting words to talk to an ass.
occurred two days' delay in my answer, but I un
luckily happened to be away from home when your Giltspur Street Compter, January 16, 183–. letter arrived. It is painful to stand in the way of SIR,–I can have no objection to peruse your any one-I was going to say, even an impostor, “ Manuscript on the Transubstantiation of the obtaining a livelihood, but truth compels me to add Soul ;” but I can say at once, that you must not that I know nothing whatever of Murphy Delaney; look to me to make a speculation with such a sub
nor, indeed, was ever acquainted with any one of ject; for as the word soul has no meaning, no type that name, except a clerk of my father's, (John Dein existing things, I have to learn how anything laney,) when I was quite a child. Lamenting, I sensible can be said upon such a word. Respectfully,
assure you, very sincerely, that benevolence like
yours should be thus imposed upon, (if the man be, Richard CARLILE.
as appears but too probable, an impostor,)
I am, Sir,
Your obliged and obedient, &c. &c.,
THOMAS Moore. Gentle Barry Cornwall !
Monday Morning, 25, Bedford Square. Mr. Proctor has this morning received a letter The Quarterly Review is brief. One phenomefrom Mr. Miller, (referring to a former letter,) in non is evident from his note, viz., that, like his which there appears to be some mistake. Mr. Proctor has never received any former letter from
late amiable co-laborateur, Lord Dudley, he talks Mr. Miller, nor does he know to whom or what Mr. to himself; else, how could a name he never had Miller's letter relates.
heard in his life, now for the first time presented Mr. P. thinks it probable that it may have been to him on paper, “ sound new to his ear?" meant for another person of his name; and if he Sir,—There must be some mistake, certainlycan learn that there is such a person in Bedford no such person as William Roberts was ever in my Square, he will forward the letter to himn. If, how- service for any considerable space of time, for the ever, Mr. Proctor should be the person meant, (which name sounds altogether new to my ear. he does not think likely,) he will answer Mr. Mil.
Your obedient servant, ler's letter immediately, if Mr. Miller will explain
J. G. LOCKHART. the object of it by another communication.
24 Susser Place, Jan. 24.
Strange coincidence. The “ name sounds to the plete. Crofty puts no mark of time to his com- ear” of William Holmes also, but, as might be exmunication, and then says that he has not been in pected, not strangely. What name can be strange Ireland for a year from that date.
to the great nomenclator of the house? We are Sir, I have no knowledge of Murphy Delany, rejoiced to see our old friend in as good company
XVIII.-JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART.
XXIII. -HENRY HALLAM.
The letter to Miller is franked by Sir C. eloquent is courteous and philosophical as ever. M. Sutton, and the answer is directed to be sent The unknown person to whom he writes is adunder cover to the duke. This is as it should be. dressed as “ Dear Sir ;” and a metaphysical disWe like, too, the aversion of Holmes to contrib-tinction between knowledge and power is shadowed uting to the post-office-economy is the life of the forth at the end of the epistle. Had Miller in half-pays; and the cautious and formal manner in person waited on old Coleridge, he would have which he prefixes the style of " His Grace" to the answered his question in an essay, in which the Duke of Wellington, proves that official habits have fundamental principles of footmanship would have not left him with office. It is pleasant to perceive been laid down, according to the most recondite the old whipper-in concludes his signature with a doctrines of Platonism, delivered in a flowing flourish exactly like a thong-whip.
speech, terminable only at the announcement of Dover, Oct. 7, 183–.
dinner. Sir, I have received your letter inquiring about
Monday Noon, 24 Jannary, 183-. Robert Jukes. Though the name sounds on my ear
Dear Sir,—The note which has this moment as a person I have known, still I cannot bring it to reached me, is the first I have received from you ; my recollection when or where. If Robert Jukes and unable to form the most distant conjecture rewill write to me, he probably will be enabled to specting either the person in whose behalf you indraw my attention to the particular period which he terest yourself, or the object, I suspect that your alludes to. Tell him
to direct, under cover, to His letter may have been intended for one or other of my Grace the Duke of Wellington, Walmer Castle, nephews—perhaps Mr. John Coleridge, the barrisnear Deal, where I shall be next week.
ter, No. 2, Pond Court, Temple; or Henry Nelson I am, Sir,
Coleridge, the chancery barrister, No. 1, Lincoln's Your most obedient servant, Ion Square; or the Rev. Edward Coleridge, Eton. WILLIAM HOLMES. Be assured that the application, had it both reached
me and fallen within my knowledge or power, would not have been neglected by
Your humble servant, The vice of punning appears even to infect the
S. T. COLERIDGE. note style of Sam Rogers. Here in three lines
Grove, Highgate. we have the jingle of " service," "service,” and "servant.” The immense antiquity of Sam is finely adumbrated in the indefinite date which he What a thoroughly historiographical bit of a assigns to the possible service of his namesake (we production is that which emanated from the same wonder he did not suspect some antediluvian affili- desk with The Middle Ages! Good heavens! one ation) the respectable nonentity hight Samuel would think there was question about the pedigree Wentworth—if ever, it was “long ago.” It is of the White or Red Rose. And then the conquite an “ancestral voice,” a sound from the dead. jectural, the remote, semisceptical adumbration of
Sır, -I have no recollection of Samuel Went- a statement touching the affairs of Lord Graves! worth in my service; but, at all events, it must have
Well done, Hallam! been long ago. All my knowledge of his character SIR,-I incline to think that there must be some should otherwise have been much at your service. mistake with respect to the subject of your note to Your obedient servant,
me, especially as there is another gentleman of my SAMUEL ROGERS.
name in the same street. I have had no footman St. James' Place, Jan. 21, 183–.
for seven or eight years, who can be the person whose character you request. At that time, a man
of the name of Charles (his surname I do not recolTo our surprise, the gruff Standard-bearing lect) lived with me, and went, of course with a charLL. D. comes most milky fashion out of this af- acter, to the Bishop of Exeter's, (now St. Asaph :) fair. The doctor's letter about the imaginary re- Graves.' But I suppose he would hardly refer you to
he lived, I think, afterwards with the late Lord porter, O’Hoolahan, is really a good-natured effu
me for a character, after such a lapse of time. If he sion; we had no notion he would have taken half is the person, I can only say that I had no fault 10 80 much trouble about any such animal, real or find with him, that I now remember; but should fictitious.
not know him by sight if he were to enter the room.
I am, Sir, SIR, -I never knew a gentleman of the name of
Your very obedient servant, O'Hoolahan. A great many Irish persons are con
HENRY HALLAM. nected with the press, and perhaps a man of that
67 Wimpole Street, Jan. 22. name may be among them; he, however, has not fallen in my way. If he says I recommended him to your newspaper, there must be a mistake some
We consider the following as very characteristic where. Excuse this hasty note ; I happen to be very busy
of the warm, good-hearted character of Professor
Wilson. just now. Sir,
Gloucester Place, Edinburgh, Sunday. Your most obedient servant,
Sir, I am ashamed to observe that your letter WILLIAM MAGINN. has been lying by me for so many weeks unanswered. Standard, Monday.
I conjectured the handwriting on the address to be that of a certain scamp that I had long ago deter
mined to hold no correspondence with, and therefore Commend us to Coleridge. The old man | threw the letter aside ; but this morning I opened
XXII.-SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
it accidentally. Pray excuse this unintentional waiting-maid of the Christian name of Margaret ; neglect.
her surname I cannot remember, but I am certain it On recurring to my class-lists for 1828-9, I find was not Kelly, or any Irish name. She was English that there were five John Smiths that session ; but - was highly recommended to me by Mrs. Marcet, no one of the number distinguished himself in any (now at Geneva ;) and this Margaret was an excelcreditable way whatever. The young gentleman lent lady's-maid, in every respect-an accomplished who refers you to me must therefore have made a dress-maker, 1 can answer for it, having had occamistake. I cannot surely have, on any occasion, sion to try her powers, as I then went out a great signified to him my approbation of his intellectual deal, having then two young sisters with me. exertions while attending the moral philosophy class Margaret—whatever her name may be—must, if here. There was one of them, a John Smith from she ever lived with me, recollect these two young Manchester, whom I distinctly remember as a dis- ladies ; and must also recollect where I lived. agreeable raff.
lived in Holles street: the eldest of the young ladies Your faithful servant,
named Fanny, the youngest Harriet. She could JOHN WILSON. not also fail to recollect that Miss Harriet had curly
hair, worn as a crop-a peculiarity in her appear
ance which none who have seen her could forget; Nothing reflects greater credit on Miller than and a still greater peculiarity would probably be rehis pertinacious badgering of Maria Edgeworth ; she was, as our Margaret one day said to me, tho
membered by a lady's-maid and dress-maker, that but, to be sure, the organ of note-writing was al- most indifferent about dress of any young lady she ways pretty well developed in that admirable per- had ever seen—"Ma'am! Miss Harriet was so good
to look at the dress I finished for her, and said it
was pretty She cannot forget having said this 1, North Audley Street, Jan. 21, 183.
to me, if she be the Margaret who lived with me. SIR,-Your letler addressed to Mrs. Edgeworth, Another circumstance in the words you quote of inquiring the character of a person of the name of her makes me doubt it. She says that the Mrs. Margaret Riley, came to me this morning. No Edgeworth the authoress was one of the members such person ever lived as lady's-maid with any of of ihe family she lived with. Now I was at the the family of Edgeworth, who reside at Edgeworth's time I speak of in London, keeping house for myTown, in Ireland. For anything I can tell to self; I was her mistress, gave her all her orders, the contrary, she may have lived with soine other and paid her her wages ; so that she would not natfamily of the name of Edgeworth; but before this urally speak of me as one of the members of the idea is suggested to her, it might be well to ascer- family, but as specially her mistress. tain whether she asserts that she lived with the
When she left me, I gave our Margaret an exEdgeworths of Edgeworth's Town; by which means cellent written character, which she deserved, else you may judge of her truth.
I should not have given it; for I am particularly
exact and conscientious as to the character I give MARIA EDGEWORTH.
servants, thinking it as wrong to give a false char
acter as it would be to forge a bank-note. But the second effusion of our fair friend beats
The character I gave Margaret procured her, all print. Only think of anybody that had any. after I parted with her,) a good place with Mrs.
before I quitted town, (in the course of a few days thing else to do scribbling all this worrying non- Knox, (the Hon. Mrs. Knox, wife of a son of Lord sense about Mrs., and Miss, and Margaret, and Northlands, and daughter of the late primate of Harriet, (to the curliness of whose hair in those Ireland, Stuart.) days we can bear unqualified testimony ;) and then It seems to me odd that this person cannot prothe simple and satisfactory method of solving the duce either my written character, or any character whole verata quæstio, which at last suggests itself from Mrs. Knox, if she be the person who lived
with me. to the indefatigable paper-crosser, in paragraph the
But, to settle the matter at once, she may come, antepenultimate! Let her come to be inspected ! if you wish, to North Audley street, No. 1, and Í To be sure she would.
will see her, and say whether she is or is not the 1, North Audley Street, Monday.
person who lived with me. Madam, I am the person whom Margaret Riley
I am now with one of my sisters, who was with describes as the “Mrs. Edgeworth the Authoress.' me when I was last in London, and she cannot fail But her calling me Mrs. Edgeworth leads me to
to recollect our Margaret. doubt her knowing me; because, though I have
I can give no further information, and hope what been old enough these twenty years past to have I have now said may be satisfactory. assumed the title of Mrs., it has so happened that I
I am, Madam, have always, in my own family and in society, been
Your obedient, humble servant,
MARIA EDGEWORTH. called Miss Edgeworth-perhaps from the habit of being known best by that appellation as an author
If I recollect rightly, Mr. Miller, in his note to Here is one which we like. “ I have resided me, (which I have sent to my family at Edgeworth's almost entirely on the continent,” says Geoffry Town, and therefore cannot refer to it,) said that Crayon," and have had none but foreign servants.” this Margaret Riley lived with Mrs. E. in Ireland. The affinity of blood and language speaks out in That, I am almost CERTAIN, is false ; but Mrs. Edgeworth's answer to my letter will decide that the word. Since the treaty of 1783, Americans
of the United States are as foreign to us as FrenchUpon ransacking my memory, I recollect having men or Spaniards--technically, but not truly. had, eight years ago, when I was in London, å James Chinnock, for anything Washington Ir
XXVI. WASHINGTON IRVING.
XXIX. LORD ELDON.
ving could have known, might have been a New Yorker or a Kentucky man. He might have been
What name can be placed in contact with that a white help, or a regular nigger from the land of of Scott, the glory of our literature, so fitly as that liberty, as well as a native of the “old country;" of Scott, the glory of our law? It was hardly fair but his name was not Jacques or Diego: it was for Miller to hoax Lord Eldon. His lordship will James-Jem. And let the government of the not pledge himself for the exactness of his recolStates be what it pleases, that name cannot be for- lections, and sets about in quest of other evidence. eign to the ear of Washington Irving.
This failing, he calls for further papers, when he Edgebaston, Birmingham,
promises to proceed with the case. A delay has
January 27, 183–. already occurred, it will be seen, in the first step Sir,-I have just received your note inquiring of the proceedings. The iteration of the phrase respecting a man-servant named James Chinnock : " person” is quite in the style legal. no such person has ever been in my service. In
October 10, 183-. fact, for the last ten years I have resided almost entirely on the continent, until within the last eighteen
SIR,- I did not receive your letter of the 5th till months, and have had none but foreign servants.
last night, at this place. I cannot recollect that any I have the honor to be, Sir,
such person as you mention was employed by me Your very obedient servant,
as that person states, or in any other manner; nor WASHINGTON IRVING,
can I find that any person now in my family recollects any such person. If he can state any particulars that may bring back circumstances to my
recollection which have now escaped it, I shall be We venture to say that the ensuing reflects ready to answer any further inquiries. honor on the Ettrick Shepherd. We are exactly
I am, Sir, of his opinion as to flunkies—they are all monsters,
Your obedient servant,
ELDON. and most of them thieves too ; and lasses are much
Encombe, near Corse Castle, Dorset.
XXX. -THEODORE EDWARD HOOK.
Greater men than Theodore Hook there may be Sir,- The Philip Muir that has written about my on the list of Miller's victims, but we fearlessly giving him a character must be an impostor. I state our belief, that the cleverest of the whole set never kept a footinan, nor never will. If I could af- was resident, in January, 1830, at No. 5, Cleveland ford fifty servants, they should all be lasses.
Row, and decamped from that region to the imme-
Bishop Blomfield and Billy Holmes, among the
toward coming events” cast their shadows before There is only one autograph among all this batch that betrays the slightest shadow of anything be-spit-upon year.
tory eyes, about the autuinn of the same ever-to
The whole correspondence like annoyance, and that, mirabile dictu! is the note furnishes nothing so perfect as that which we now addressed to our friend Miller by the best-natured submit. great man of our age, or perhaps of any age-Sir Walter Scott. But the date explains all. Alas,
Cleveland Row, Friday, Jan. 21, 1830. alas! the good Sir Walter had had at least one only to say, that no person of the name of Charles
Sir,-In reply to your note of yesterday, I have visitation of the mortal malady before he was Howard ever lived in my service in any capacity honored with the correspondence of Mr. Miller. whatever. We are rather surprised, by the by, that Sir
I am, Sir, Walter Scott should have said no person of the
Your obedient servant,
THEODORE E. Hook. name of Campbell was ever servant to him. What we should like to be told, was old Elshie Campbell, Let our list, then, like that of the kings of Coralias “Alexander Campbell, Esquire," the editor sica, close with the name of Theodore. No better of Albyn's Anthology? Did he never actually finale could be imagined. To those who may be clean Sir Walter's boots ? We are sure he fulfilled inclined to believe that the Rev. George Miller was many baser duties in that quarter.
nothing but a shadow, like Jedidiah Cleishbotham Sir,-I regret that my name has been used to
or Dr. Dryasdust, and feel a sort of conviction that mislead
this hoax was perpetrated by living people of flesh as Duncan Campbell, nor was a man of the name of and blood under the vizard of his reverence to Campbell ever servant to me.
them we allow the praise of a certain sagacity. The fellow who imposed upon you deserves pun- But to them also we have to say, that those aforeishment, and, for the sake of others, I hope you will said persons of flesh and blood, whosoever they see it inflicted.
may be, have not given the papers to us; and that I am, Sir, Your huinble servant,
we rather imagine the appearance of this series WALTER Scott.
may be as much matter of annoyance to them, as Abbotsford, Melrose, 21 January, 1831.
of wonder to their correspondents. This we avouch I received yours of the 18th this day.
on the honor of
XXVIII. -WALTER SCOTT.
From Chambers' Journal.
| began, after a pause, so you must not expect THE OLD MAID FROM PRINCIPLE. any stirring incidents, flitting ghosts, or mysterious
warnings. I have had my trials, it is true ; but I “Let him deny himself.”
have the satisfaction of knowing that my life has “Cousin Lucy, when will you tell me why you been much more useful, and far happier, than it are not married? You often promised to tell me when would have been had I not borne thein with a I was a little older. I am now nearly sixteen : is patient spirit.” not that old enough?"
“Well,” exclaimed Margaret, “it is a comfort “ Yes, love,” replied the mild-eyed Cousin to know at the beginning that, whatever troubles Lucy; “ you are, I think, old enough, and thought- and miseries you describe, it will all end happily at ful enough, to apply my tale to useful purpose ; last.” so I will defer it no longer. Let us go to my “Not according to the sense you generally give favorite seat under the fir-trees, and we can then to those words, my wilding,” responded her cousin, watch the sun set, while you listen to the old maid's caressing the young girl's redundant tresses ; prosy story. Come, the shadows are stretching “ since that implies that the lovers are married, nearly across the lawn, and I have the history of and live happily all the rest of their lives. My a life to relate."
story, remember, is an answer to the question, The fir-trees crowned the brow of a gentle Why am I an old maid ?" western declivity, along which ran the miniature “ Yet you seem happy?” moat and palisades which formed the boundary of the “Nay, I know not seems : I am happy; and pleasant garden. The slope below was rich with there is no happiness equal to that which is inspired waving corn, mellowing in the breath of a warm by the consciousness of having acted rightly. But July. Further still, the “hedge-row elms” were your question reminds me that I must begin my here gathered into majestic groups, and there story, or night will overtake us before it is ended. stretched away in long irregular lines, enclosing You must know that my mother died when I was fields of every hue, presented by a rich country in quite an infant. She had had many children, but high cultivation. There was the bright tender of the whole number, only the eldest and the green where the young grass was springing up youngest grew up to womanhood. Now pray after the hay harvest, the duskier shade of the observe how many circumstances, arising chiefly pastures, the yellow barley, the feathery oats, and from ignorance, conspired to bring my poor mother the sombre bean-field, all studded here and there to her grave at the age of twenty-seven. She was with patches of the brilliant scarlet poppy. Bound- naturally delicate, and this delicacy was increased ing the prospect on the right might be seen a por- by a boarding-school education, where the confined, tion of the park-like meadow belonging to the house, polluted air, the want of exercise, the tight stiff dotted with enormous oaks and beeches ; while on stays, and the unceasing mental exertion, completed the extreme left lay a wide extent of moorland, the destruction of the little vigor she once possessed. glowing with flowering gorse and heath flowers. Nevertheless, like a forced flower, she flourished The rich landscape swept away, diversified by an precociously for a time. At sixteen, she was a occasional village spire, a mass of darker wood, the woman in appearance and manners; and she had picturesque gable of some old farmhouse, or the only left school a few months, when she married silvery windings of a small river, and was termi- a man as ignorant as herself of the grave error they nated by a chain of lofty hills, towards which the were committing. Within a year, she gave birth sun was just sinking in a blaze of golden and crim- to a daughter. Six years more passed away, each son light. The “smell of dairy farms” mingled being marked by the birth of a child. I was the with the thousand luscious perfumes, that hang last, and, with the exception of my eldest sister, about the air of a summer evening; and the ear the only one who survived the age of eighteen. was soothed by the cooing of the wood pigeons, All the others sunk under some form of consumpthe tinkling of sheep-bells from the heath, the tion, that fell disease to which my mother had a evening song of the blackbird, and the ceaseless strong constitutional bias. Shortly after my birth, murmur of a hidden brook. A rustic bench of she, too, showed symptoms of this disorder, and unbarked wood extended beneath the ancient firs, in a few months she was laid beside her children.” and on this Cousin Lucy and her youthful auditor “Ah, then, I see why you would not marry : sat for a while, watching in silence the sunset you feared that all your children might die of conchanges of the gorgeous landscape.
sumption ?" Now Cousin Lucy was by no means the vener- Exactly. But I was not so fortunate as to able personage she seemed to think herself. She learn my danger at your early years. In my was not forty, and looked considerably younger ; young days, such subjects as physiology, or anyher complexion was pale and clear; her figure thing relating to it, were scouted, even by those slight and graceful; and although the usual ex- who professed liberality, as quite unnecessary,
if pression of her face, and her fine full eyes, was not improper, in female education. And so, for thoughtful almost to sadness, a sweet bright smile the want of the merest elementary knowledge of was ever ready to light them up as she witnessed these important sciences, mothers, with the best the enjoyment of those around her.
intentions, bound up their daughters' figures in -- There is no romance in my narrative," she unyielding web and whalebone, compressed their