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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Goldsmith + English Men of Letters Series + +Author: William Black + +Editor: John Morley + +Release Date: July 27, 2006 [EBook #18917] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GOLDSMITH *** + + + + +Produced by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, Sankar Viswanathan, +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<h2>English Men of Letters</h2> +<h3>EDITED BY JOHN MORLEY</h3> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h1>GOLDSMITH</h1> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h3>BY</h3> + + + +<h2>WILLIAM BLACK</h2> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + + + +<p class="center"><img src="images/image_01.jpg" alt="Seal" width="200" height="69" /></p> + + +<h4>London</h4> +<h3>MACMILLAN AND CO</h3> +<h3>1878</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + + + + + + + +<table summary="Contents"> +<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg f1">PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">INTRODUCTORY</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">SCHOOL AND COLLEGE</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">IDLENESS, AND FOREIGN TRAVEL</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">EARLY STRUGGLES.—HACK-WRITING</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP.—THE BEE</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">PERSONAL TRAITS</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">THE CITIZEN OF THE WORLD.—BEAU NASH</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">THE ARREST</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">THE TRAVELLER</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">MISCELLANEOUS WRITING</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">THE GOOD-NATURED MAN</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">GOLDSMITH IN SOCIETY</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">THE DESERTED VILLAGE</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">OCCASIONAL WRITINGS</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocch"> </td> + <td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.</a></td><td> </td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="td1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">INCREASING DIFFICULTIES.—THE END</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>GOLDSMITH</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> +<h3>INTRODUCTORY.</h3> +<p>"Innocently to amuse the imagination in this dream +of life is wisdom." So wrote Oliver Goldsmith; and +surely among those who have earned the world's gratitude +by this ministration he must be accorded a conspicuous +place. If, in these delightful writings of his, +he mostly avoids the darker problems of existence—if +the mystery of the tragic and apparently unmerited +and unrequited suffering in the world is rarely touched +upon—we can pardon the omission for the sake of the +gentle optimism that would rather look on the kindly +side of life. "You come hot and tired from the day's +battle, and this sweet minstrel sings to you," says +Mr. Thackeray. "Who could harm the kind vagrant +harper? Whom did he ever hurt? He carries no +weapon save the harp on which he plays to you; and +with which he delights great and humble, young and +old, the captains in the tents, or the soldiers round the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +fire, or the women and children in the villages, at whose +porches he stops and sings his simple songs of love and +beauty." And it is to be suspected—it is to be hoped, +at least—that the cheerfulness which shines like sunlight +through Goldsmith's writings, did not altogether +desert himself even in the most trying hours of his +wayward and troubled career. He had, with all his +sensitiveness, a fine happy-go-lucky disposition; was +ready for a frolic when he had a guinea, and, when he +had none, could turn a sentence on the humorous side +of starvation; and certainly never attributed to the +injustice or neglect of society misfortunes the origin +of which lay nearer home.</p> + +<p>Of course, a very dark picture might be drawn of +Goldsmith's life; and the sufferings that he undoubtedly +endured have been made a whip with which to lash the +ingratitude of a world not too quick to recognise the +claims of genius. He has been put before us, without +any brighter lights to the picture, as the most unfortunate +of poor devils; the heart-broken usher; the +hack ground down by sordid booksellers; the starving +occupant of successive garrets. This is the aspect of +Goldsmith's career which naturally attracts Mr. Forster. +Mr. Forster seems to have been haunted throughout his +life by the idea that Providence had some especial spite +against literary persons; and that, in a measure to compensate +them for their sad lot, society should be very kind +to them, while the Government of the day might make +them Companions of the Bath or give them posts in the +Civil Service. In the otherwise copious, thorough, and +valuable <i>Life and Times of Oliver Goldsmith</i>, we find an +almost humiliating insistance on the complaint that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +Oliver Goldsmith did not receive greater recognition +and larger sums of money from his contemporaries. +Goldsmith is here "the poor neglected sizar"; his +"marked ill-fortune" attends him constantly; he shares +"the evil destinies of men of letters"; he was one of +those who "struggled into fame without the aid of +English institutions"; in short, "he wrote, and paid the +penalty." Nay, even Christianity itself is impeached +on account of the persecution suffered by poor Goldsmith. +"There had been a Christian religion extant +for seventeen-hundred and fifty-seven years," writes Mr. +Forster, "the world having been acquainted, for even so +long, with its spiritual necessities and responsibilities; +yet here, in the middle of the eighteenth century, was +the eminence ordinarily conceded to a spiritual teacher, +to one of those men who come upon the earth to lift +their fellow-men above its miry ways. He is up in a +garret, writing for bread he cannot get, and dunned for +a milkscore he cannot pay." That Christianity might +have been worse employed than in paying the milkman's +score is true enough, for then the milkman would have +come by his own; but that Christianity, or the state, or +society should be scolded because an author suffers the +natural consequences of his allowing his expenditure +to exceed his income, seems a little hard. And this is +a sort of writing that is peculiarly inappropriate in +the case of Goldsmith, who, if ever any man was author +of his own misfortunes, may fairly have the charge +brought against him. "Men of genius," says Mr. +Forster, "can more easily starve, than the world, with +safety to itself, can continue to neglect and starve +them." Perhaps so; but the English nation, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +has always had a regard and even love for Oliver Goldsmith, +that is quite peculiar in the history of literature, +and which has been glad to overlook his faults and +follies, and eager to sympathise with him in the many +miseries of his career, will be slow to believe that it +is responsible for any starvation that Goldsmith may +have endured.</p> + +<p>However, the key-note has been firmly struck, and it +still vibrates. Goldsmith was the unluckiest of mortals, +the hapless victim of circumstances. "Yielding to that +united pressure of labour, penury, and sorrow, with +a frame exhausted by unremitting and ill-rewarded +drudgery, Goldsmith was indebted to the forbearance +of creditors for a peaceful burial." But what, now, +if some foreigner strange to the traditions of English +literature—some Japanese student, for example, or the +New Zealander come before his time—were to go over +the ascertained facts of Goldsmith's life, and were +suddenly to announce to us, with the happy audacity +of ignorance, that he, Goldsmith, was a quite exceptionally +fortunate person? "Why," he might say, "I +find that in a country where the vast majority of people +are born to labour, Oliver Goldsmith was never asked +to do a stroke of work towards the earning of his own +living until he had arrived at man's estate. All that +was expected of him, as a youth and as a young man, +was that he should equip himself fully for the battle of +life. He was maintained at college until he had taken +his degree. Again and again he was furnished with +funds for further study and foreign travel; and again +and again he gambled his opportunities away. The +constant kindness of his uncle only made him the best<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +begging-letter-writer the world has seen. In the midst +of his debt and distress as a bookseller's drudge, he +receives £400 for three nights' performance of <i>The +Good-Natured Man</i>; he immediately purchases chambers +in Brick Court for £400; and forthwith begins to +borrow as before. It is true that he died owing £2000, +and was indebted to the forbearance of creditors for a +peaceful burial; but it appears that during the last +seven years of his life he had been earning an annual +income equivalent to £800 of English currency.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> He +was a man liberally and affectionately brought up, who +had many relatives and many friends, and who had the +proud satisfaction—which has been denied to many men +of genius—of knowing for years before he died that his +merits as a writer had been recognised by the great +bulk of his countrymen. And yet this strange English +nation is inclined to suspect that it treated him rather +badly; and Christianity is attacked because it did not +pay Goldsmith's milkscore."</p> +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> The calculation is Lord Macaulay's: see his <i>Biographical</i> +<i>Essays</i>.</p></div></div> + +<p>Our Japanese friend may be exaggerating; but his +position is after all fairly tenable. It may at least +be looked at, before entering on the following brief +<i>résumé</i> of the leading facts in Goldsmith's life, if only +to restore our equanimity. For, naturally, it is not +pleasant to think that any previous generation, however +neglectful of the claims of literary persons (as compared +with the claims of such wretched creatures as +physicians, men of science, artists, engineers, and so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +forth) should so cruelly have ill-treated one whom we +all love now. This inheritance of ingratitude is more +than we can bear. Is it true that Goldsmith was so +harshly dealt with by those barbarian ancestors of +ours?</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>SCHOOL AND COLLEGE.</h3> +<p>The Goldsmiths were of English descent; Goldsmith's +father was a Protestant clergyman in a poor little village +in the county of Longford; and when Oliver, one +of several children, was born in this village of Pallas, +or Pallasmore, on the 10th November, 1728, the Rev. +Charles Goldsmith was passing rich on £40 a year. But +a couple of years later Mr. Goldsmith succeeded to a +more lucrative living; and forthwith removed his family +to the village of Lissoy, in the county of Westmeath.</p> + +<p>Here at once our interest in the story begins: is this +Lissoy the sweet Auburn that we have known and loved +since our childhood? Lord Macaulay, with a great +deal of vehemence, avers that it is not; that there +never was any such hamlet as Auburn in Ireland; +that <i>The Deserted Village</i> is a hopelessly incongruous +poem; and that Goldsmith, in combining a description +of a probably Kentish village with a description +of an Irish ejectment, "has produced something which +never was, and never will be, seen in any part of the +world." This criticism is ingenious and plausible, +but it is unsound, for it happens to overlook one of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +the radical facts of human nature—the magnifying +delight of the mind in what is long remembered and +remote. What was it that the imagination of Goldsmith, +in his life-long banishment, could not see when he +looked back to the home of his childhood, and his early +friends, and the sports and occupations of his youth? +Lissoy was no doubt a poor enough Irish village; and +perhaps the farms were not too well cultivated; and +perhaps the village preacher, who was so dear to all +the country round, had to administer many a thrashing +to a certain graceless son of his; and perhaps Paddy +Byrne was something of a pedant; and no doubt pigs +ran over the "nicely sanded floor" of the inn; and no +doubt the village statesmen occasionally indulged in +a free fight. But do you think that was the Lissoy that +Goldsmith thought of in his dreary lodgings in Fleet-Street +courts? No. It was the Lissoy where the +vagrant lad had first seen the "primrose peep beneath +the thorn"; where he had listened to the mysterious +call of the bittern by the unfrequented river; it was +a Lissoy still ringing with the glad laughter of young +people in the twilight hours; it was a Lissoy for ever +beautiful, and tender, and far away. The grown-up +Goldsmith had not to go to any Kentish village for a +model; the familiar scenes of his youth, regarded with +all the wistfulness and longing of an exile, became +glorified enough. "If I go to the opera where Signora +Colomba pours out all the mazes of melody," he writes +to Mr. Hodson, "I sit and sigh for Lissoy's fireside, +and <i>Johnny Armstrong's Last Good Night</i> from Peggy +Golden."</p> + +<p>There was but little in the circumstances of Gold<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>smith's +early life likely to fit him for, or to lead him +into, a literary career; in fact, he did not take to +literature until he had tried pretty nearly everything +else as a method of earning a living. If he was intended +for anything, it was no doubt his father's +wish that he should enter the Church; and he got +such education as the poor Irish clergyman—who was +not a very provident person—could afford. The child +Goldsmith was first of all taught his alphabet at home, +by a maid-servant, who was also a relation of the family; +then, at the age of six, he was sent to that village school +which, with its profound and learned master, he has +made familiar to all of us; and after that he was sent +further a-field for his learning, being moved from this to +the other boarding-school as the occasion demanded. +Goldsmith's school-life could not have been altogether a +pleasant time for him. We hear, indeed, of his being +concerned in a good many frolics—robbing orchards, +and the like; and it is said that he attained proficiency +in the game of fives. But a shy and sensitive lad +like Goldsmith, who was eagerly desirous of being +thought well of, and whose appearance only invited the +thoughtless but cruel ridicule of his schoolmates, must +have suffered a good deal. He was little, pitted with +the small-pox, and awkward; and schoolboys are +amazingly frank. He was not strong enough to thrash +them into respect of him; he had no big brother to +become his champion; his pocket-money was not lavish +enough to enable him to buy over enemies or subsidise +allies.</p> + +<p>In similar circumstances it has sometimes happened +that a boy physically inferior to his companions has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +consoled himself by proving his mental prowess—has +scored off his failure at cricket by the taking of prizes, and +has revenged himself for a drubbing by writing a lampoon. +But even this last resource was not open to Goldsmith. +He was a dull boy; "a stupid, heavy blockhead," is +Dr. Strean's phrase in summing up the estimate formed +of young Goldsmith by his contemporaries at school. +Of course, as soon as he became famous, everybody +began to hunt up recollections of his having said or +done this or that, in order to prove that there were +signs of the coming greatness. People began to remember +that he had been suspected of scribbling +verses, which he burned. What schoolboy has not +done the like? We know how the biographers of +great painters point out to us that their hero early +showed the bent of his mind by drawing the figures +of animals on doors and walls with a piece of chalk; +as to which it may be observed that, if every schoolboy +who scribbled verses and sketched in chalk on a brick +wall, were to grow up a genius, poems and pictures +would be plentiful enough. However, there is the +apparently authenticated anecdote of young Goldsmith's +turning the tables on the fiddler at his uncle's dancing-party. +The fiddler, struck by the odd look of the boy +who was capering about the room, called out "Æsop!" +whereupon Goldsmith is said to have instantly replied,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Our herald hath proclaimed this saying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See Æsop dancing and his monkey playing!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But even if this story be true, it is worth nothing as an +augury; for quickness of repartee was precisely the accomplishment +which the adult Goldsmith conspicuously<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +lacked. Put a pen into his hand, and shut him up +in a room: then he was master of the situation—nothing +could be more incisive, polished, and easy than +his playful sarcasm. But in society any fool could get +the better of him by a sudden question followed by a +horse-laugh. All through his life—even after he had +become one of the most famous of living writers—Goldsmith +suffered from want of self-confidence. He +was too anxious to please. In his eager acquiescence, +he would blunder into any trap that was laid for him. +A grain or two of the stolid self-sufficiency of the +blockheads who laughed at him would not only have +improved his character, but would have considerably +added to the happiness of his life.</p> + +<p>As a natural consequence of this timidity, Goldsmith, +when opportunity served, assumed airs of magnificent +importance. Every one knows the story of the mistake +on which <i>She Stoops to Conquer</i> is founded. Getting +free at last from all the turmoil, and anxieties, and +mortifications of school-life, and returning home on a +lent hack, the released schoolboy is feeling very grand +indeed. He is now sixteen, would fain pass for a man, +and has a whole golden guinea in his pocket. And so +he takes the journey very leisurely until, getting benighted +in a certain village, he asks the way to the +"best house," and is directed by a facetious person to +the house of the squire. The squire by good luck falls +in with the joke; and then we have a very pretty +comedy indeed—the impecunious schoolboy playing the +part of a fine gentleman on the strength of his solitary +guinea, ordering a bottle of wine after his supper, and +inviting his landlord and his landlord's wife and daughter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +to join him in the supper-room. The contrast, in <i>She +Stoops to Conquer</i>, between Marlow's embarrassed diffidence +on certain occasions and his audacious effrontery +on others, found many a parallel in the incidents of +Goldsmith's own life; and it is not improbable that +the writer of the comedy was thinking of some of his +own experiences, when he made Miss Hardcastle say +to her timid suitor: "A want of courage upon some +occasions assumes the appearance of ignorance, and +betrays us when we most want to excel."</p> + +<p>It was, perhaps, just as well that the supper, and +bottle of wine, and lodging at Squire Featherston's had +not to be paid for out of the schoolboy's guinea; for +young Goldsmith was now on his way to college, and +the funds at the disposal of the Goldsmith family +were not over abundant. Goldsmith's sister having +married the son of a well-to do man, her father considered +it a point of honour that she should have a +dowry: and in giving her a sum of £400 he so crippled +the means of the family, that Goldsmith had to be sent +to college not as a pensioner but as a sizar. It appears +that the young gentleman's pride revolted against this +proposal; and that he was won over to consent only by +the persuasions of his uncle Contarine, who himself had +been a sizar. So Goldsmith, now in his eighteenth year, +went to Dublin; managed somehow or other—though +he was the last in the list—to pass the necessary examination; +and entered upon his college career (1745.)</p> + +<p>How he lived, and what he learned, at Trinity College, +are both largely matters of conjecture; the chief +features of such record as we have are the various +means of raising a little money to which the poor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +sizar had to resort; a continual quarrelling with his +tutor, an ill-conditioned brute, who baited Goldsmith +and occasionally beat him; and a chance frolic when +funds were forthcoming. It was while he was at +Trinity College that his father died; so that Goldsmith +was rendered more than ever dependent on the +kindness of his uncle Contarine, who throughout seems +to have taken much interest in his odd, ungainly +nephew. A loan from a friend or a visit to the +pawnbroker tided over the severer difficulties; and +then from time to time the writing of street-ballads, +for which he got five shillings a-piece at a certain +repository, came in to help. It was a happy-go-lucky, +hand-to-mouth sort of existence, involving a good deal +of hardship and humiliation, but having its frolics and +gaieties notwithstanding. One of these was pretty near +to putting an end to his collegiate career altogether. +He had, smarting under a public admonition for having +been concerned in a riot, taken seriously to his studies +and had competed for a scholarship. He missed the +scholarship, but gained an exhibition of the value of +thirty shillings; whereupon he collected a number of +friends of both sexes in his rooms, and proceeded to +have high jinks there. In the midst of the dancing +and uproar, in comes his tutor, in such a passion that +he knocks Goldsmith down. This insult, received +before his friends, was too much for the unlucky sizar, +who, the very next day, sold his books, ran away from +college, and ultimately, after having been on the verge +of starvation once or twice, made his way to Lissoy. +Here his brother got hold of him; persuaded him to +go back; and the escapade was condoned somehow.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +Goldsmith remained at Trinity College until he took his +degree (1749.) He was again lowest in the list; but +still he had passed; and he must have learned something. +He was now twenty-one, with all the world +before him; and the question was as to how he was +to employ such knowledge as he had acquired.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>IDLENESS, AND FOREIGN TRAVEL.</h3> +<p>But Goldsmith was not in any hurry to acquire either +wealth or fame. He had a happy knack of enjoying +the present hour—especially when there were one or +two boon companions with him, and a pack of cards +to be found; and, after his return to his mother's +house, he appears to have entered upon the business of +idleness with much philosophical satisfaction. If he +was not quite such an unlettered clown as he has +described in Tony Lumpkin, he had at least all Tony +Lumpkin's high spirits and love of joking and idling; +and he was surrounded at the ale-house by just such a +company of admirers as used to meet at the famous +Three Pigeons. Sometimes he helped in his brother's +school; sometimes he went errands for his mother; +occasionally he would sit and meditatively play the +flute—for the day was to be passed somehow; then in +the evening came the assemblage in Conway's inn, with +the glass, and the pipe, and the cards, and the uproarious +jest or song. "But Scripture saith an ending to all +fine things must be," and the friends of this jovial +young "buckeen" began to tire of his idleness and his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +recurrent visits. They gave him hints that he might set +about doing something to provide himself with a living; +and the first thing they thought of was that he should +go into the Church—perhaps as a sort of purification-house +after George Conway's inn. Accordingly Goldsmith, +who appears to have been a most good-natured +and compliant youth, did make application to the +Bishop of Elphin. There is some doubt about the +precise reasons which induced the Bishop to decline +Goldsmith's application, but at any rate the Church +was denied the aid of the young man's eloquence and +erudition. Then he tried teaching, and through the +good offices of his uncle he obtained a tutorship which +he held for a considerable time—long enough, indeed, to +enable him to amass a sum of thirty pounds. When he +quarrelled with his patron, and once more "took the +world for his pillow," as the Gaelic stories say, he had +this sum in his pocket and was possessed of a good +horse.</p> + +<p>He started away from Ballymahon, where his +mother was now living, with some vague notion of +making his fortune as casual circumstance might +direct. The expedition came to a premature end; +and he returned without the money, and on the back of +a wretched animal, telling his mother a cock-and-bull +story of the most amusing simplicity. "If Uncle +Contarine believed those letters," says Mr. Thackeray, +"—— if Oliver's mother believed that story which the +youth related of his going to Cork, with the purpose of +embarking for America; of his having paid his passage-money, +and having sent his kit on board; of the anonymous +captain sailing away with Oliver's valuable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +luggage, in a nameless ship, never to return; if Uncle +Contarine and the mother at Ballymahon believed his +stories, they must have been a very simple pair; as it +was a very simple rogue indeed who cheated them." +Indeed, if any one is anxious to fill up this hiatus in +Goldsmith's life, the best thing he can do is to discard +Goldsmith's suspicious record of his adventures, and +put in its place the faithful record of the adventures +of Mr. Barry Lyndon, when that modest youth left his +mother's house and rode to Dublin, with a certain +number of guineas in his pocket. But whether Uncle +Contarine believed the story or no, he was ready to give +the young gentleman another chance; and this time it +was the legal profession that was chosen. Goldsmith got +fifty pounds from his uncle, and reached Dublin. In a +remarkably brief space of time he had gambled away the +fifty pounds, and was on his way back to Ballymahon, +where his mother's reception of him was not very +cordial, though his uncle forgave him, and was once +more ready to start him in life. But in what direction? +Teaching, the Church, and the law had lost their attractions +for him. Well, this time it was medicine. In +fact, any sort of project was capable of drawing forth +the good old uncle's bounty. The funds were again +forthcoming; Goldsmith started for Edinburgh, and +now (1752) saw Ireland for the last time.</p> + +<p>He lived, and he informed his uncle that he studied, +in Edinburgh for a year and a half; at the end of +which time it appeared to him that his knowledge of +medicine would be much improved by foreign travel. +There was Albinus, for example, "the great professor +of Leyden," as he wrote to the credulous uncle, from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +whom he would doubtless learn much. When, having +got another twenty pounds for travelling expenses, he did +reach Leyden (1754), he mentioned Gaubius, the chemical +professor. Gaubius is also a good name. That his intercourse +with these learned persons, and the serious nature +of his studies, were not incompatible with a little light +relaxation in the way of gambling is not impossible. +On one occasion, it is said, he was so lucky that he +came to a fellow student with his pockets full of money; +and was induced to resolve never to play again—a +resolution broken about as soon as made. Of course +he lost all his winnings, and more; and had to borrow +a trifling sum to get himself out of the place. Then +an incident occurs which is highly characteristic of the +better side of Goldsmith's nature. He had just got +this money, and was about to leave Leyden, when, as +Mr. Forster writes, "he passed a florist's garden on his +return, and seeing some rare and high-priced flower, +which his uncle Contarine, an enthusiast in such things, +had often spoken and been in search of, he ran in without +other thought than of immediate pleasure to his +kindest friend, bought a parcel of the roots, and sent +them off to Ireland." He had a guinea in his pocket +when he started on the grand tour.</p> + +<p>Of this notable period in Goldsmith's life (1755-6) very +little is known, though a good deal has been guessed. A +minute record of all the personal adventures that befell +the wayfarer as he trudged from country to country, a +diary of the odd humours and fancies that must have +occurred to him in his solitary pilgrimages, would be of +quite inestimable value; but even the letters that Goldsmith +wrote home from time to time are lost; while <i>The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +Traveller</i> consists chiefly of a series of philosophical +reflections on the government of various states, more +likely to have engaged the attention of a Fleet-Street +author, living in an atmosphere of books, than to have +occupied the mind of a tramp anxious about his supper +and his night's lodging. Boswell says he "disputed" +his way through Europe. It is much more probable +that he begged his way through Europe. The romantic +version, which has been made the subject of many a +charming picture, is that he was entertained by the +peasantry whom he had delighted with his playing on +the flute. It is quite probable that Goldsmith, whose +imagination had been captivated by the story of how +Baron von Holberg had as a young man really passed +through France, Germany, and Holland in this Orpheus-like +manner, may have put a flute in his pocket when he +left Leyden; but it is far from safe to assume, as is +generally done, that Goldsmith was himself the hero of +the adventures described in Chapter <span class="smcap">XX</span>. of the <i>Vicar of +Wakefield</i>. It is the more to be regretted that we have +no authentic record of these devious wanderings, that +by this time Goldsmith had acquired, as is shown in +other letters, a polished, easy, and graceful style, with +a very considerable faculty of humorous observation. +Those ingenious letters to his uncle (they usually +included a little hint about money) were, in fact, a +trifle too literary both in substance and in form; we +could even now, looking at them with a pardonable +curiosity, have spared a little of their formal antithesis +for some more precise information about the writer and +his surroundings.</p> + +<p>The strangest thing about this strange journey all over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +Europe was the failure of Goldsmith to pick up even a +common and ordinary acquaintance with the familiar facts +of natural history. The ignorance on this point of the +author of the <i>Animated Nature</i> was a constant subject of +jest among Goldsmith's friends. They declared he could +not tell the difference between any two sorts of barndoor +fowl until he saw them cooked and on the table. But it +may be said prematurely here that, even when he is +wrong as to his facts or his sweeping generalisations, +one is inclined to forgive him on account of the quaint +gracefulness and point of his style. When Mr. Burchell +says, "This rule seems to extend even to other animals: +the little vermin race are ever treacherous, cruel, and +cowardly, whilst those endowed with strength and +power are generous, brave, and gentle," we scarcely +stop to reflect that the merlin, which is not much bigger +than a thrush, has an extraordinary courage and spirit, +while the lion, if all stories be true, is, unless when +goaded by hunger, an abject skulker. Elsewhere, indeed, +in the <i>Animated Nature</i>, Goldsmith gives credit to the +smaller birds for a good deal of valour, and then +goes on to say, with a charming freedom,—"But their +contentions are sometimes of a gentler nature. Two +male birds shall strive in song till, after a long +struggle, the loudest shall entirely silence the other. +During these contentions the female sits an attentive +silent auditor, and often rewards the loudest songster +with her company during the season." Yet even this +description of the battle of the bards, with the queen of +love as arbiter, is scarcely so amusing as his happy-go-lucky +notions with regard to the variability of +species. The philosopher, flute in hand, who went<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +wandering from the canals of Holland to the ice-ribbed +falls of the Rhine, may have heard from time to time +that contest between singing-birds which he so imaginatively +describes; but it was clearly the Fleet-Street +author, living among books, who arrived at the conclusion +that intermarriage of species is common among +small birds and rare among big birds. Quoting some +lines of Addison's which express the belief that birds +are a virtuous race—that the nightingale, for example, +does not covet the wife of his neighbour, the blackbird—Goldsmith +goes on to observe,—"But whatever may +be the poet's opinion, the probability is against this +fidelity among the smaller tenants of the grove. The +great birds are much more true to their species than +these; and, of consequence, the varieties among them +are more few. Of the ostrich, the cassowary, and the +eagle, there are but few species; and no arts that man +can use could probably induce them to mix with each +other."</p> + +<p>What he did bring back from his foreign travels +was a medical degree. Where he got it, and how +he got it, are alike matters of pure conjecture; but +it is extremely improbable that—whatever he might +have been willing to write home from Padua or +Louvain, in order to coax another remittance from his +Irish friends—he would afterwards, in the presence of +such men as Johnson, Burke, and Reynolds, wear sham +honours. It is much more probable that, on his finding +those supplies from Ireland running ominously short, +the philosophic vagabond determined to prove to his +correspondents that he was really at work somewhere, +instead of merely idling away his time, begging or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +borrowing the wherewithal to pass him from town to +town. That he did see something of the foreign universities +is evident from his own writings; there are touches +of description here and there which he could not well have +got from books. With this degree, and with such book-learning +and such knowledge of nature and human +nature as he had chosen or managed to pick up during +all those years, he was now called upon to begin life +for himself. The Irish supplies stopped altogether. +His letters were left unanswered. And so Goldsmith +somehow or other got back to London (February 1, 1756), +and had to cast about for some way of earning his +daily bread.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>Early Struggles.—Hack-writing.</h3> +<p>Here ensued a very dark period in his life. He was +alone in London, without friends, without money, without +introductions; his appearance was the reverse of prepossessing; +and, even despite that medical degree and +his acquaintance with the learned Albinus and the +learned Gaubius, he had practically nothing of any +value to offer for sale in the great labour-market of the +world. How he managed to live at all is a mystery: it +is certain that he must have endured a great deal of +want; and one may well sympathise with so gentle and +sensitive a creature reduced to such straits, without inquiring +too curiously into the causes of his misfortunes. +If, on the one hand, we cannot accuse society, or +Christianity, or the English government of injustice and +cruelty because Goldsmith had gambled away his chances +and was now called on to pay the penalty, on the other +hand, we had better, before blaming Goldsmith himself, +inquire into the origin of those defects of character which +produced such results. As this would involve an <i>excursus</i> +into the controversy between Necessity and Free-will, +probably most people would rather leave it alone. It may<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +safely be said in any case that, while Goldsmith's faults +and follies, of which he himself had to suffer the consequences, +are patent enough, his character on the whole +was distinctly a lovable one. Goldsmith was his own +enemy, and everybody else's friend: that is not a +serious indictment, as things go. He was quite well +aware of his weaknesses; and he was also—it may be +hinted—aware of the good-nature which he put forward +as condonation. If some foreigner were to ask how it +is that so thoroughly a commercial people as the English +are—strict in the acknowledgment and payment of debt—should +have always betrayed a sneaking fondness for +the character of the good-humoured scapegrace whose +hand is in everybody's pocket, and who throws away other +people's money with the most charming air in the world, +Goldsmith might be pointed to as one of many literary +teachers whose own circumstances were not likely to +make them severe censors of the Charles Surfaces, or +lenient judges of the Joseph Surfaces of the world. +Be merry while you may; let to-morrow take care +of itself; share your last guinea with any one, even +if the poor drones of society—the butcher, and baker, +and milkman with his score—have to suffer; do anything +you like, so long as you keep the heart warm. +All this is a delightful philosophy. It has its moments +of misery—its periods of reaction—but it has its +moments of high delight. When we are invited to +contemplate the "evil destinies of men of letters," +we ought to be shown the flood-tides as well as the +ebb-tides. The tavern gaiety; the brand new coat +and lace and sword; the midnight frolics, with jolly +companions every one—these, however brief and inter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>mittent, +should not be wholly left out of the picture. +Of course it is very dreadful to hear of poor Boyse +lying in bed with nothing but a blanket over him, and +with his arms thrust through two holes in the blanket, +so that he could write—perhaps a continuation of his poem +on the <i>Deity</i>. But then we should be shown Boyse when +he was spending the money collected by Dr. Johnson +to get the poor scribbler's clothes out of pawn; and we +should also be shown him, with his hands through the +holes in the blanket, enjoying the mushrooms and +truffles on which, as a little garniture for "his last scrap +of beef," he had just laid out his last half-guinea.</p> + +<p>There were but few truffles—probably there was but +little beef—for Goldsmith during this sombre period. +"His threadbare coat, his uncouth figure, and Hibernian +dialect caused him to meet with repeated refusals." +But at length he got some employment in a chemist's +shop, and this was a start. Then he tried practising in +a small way on his own account in Southwark. Here he +made the acquaintance of a printer's workman; and +through him he was engaged as corrector of the press in +the establishment of Mr. Samuel Richardson. Being so +near to literature, he caught the infection; and naturally +began with a tragedy. This tragedy was shown to the +author of <i>Clarissa Harlowe</i>; but it only went the way of +many similar first inspiritings of the Muse. Then Goldsmith +drifted to Peckham, where we find him (1757) +installed as usher at Dr. Milner's school. Goldsmith +as usher has been the object of much sympathy; and +he would certainly deserve it, if we are to assume that +his description of an usher's position in the <i>Bee</i>, and in +George Primrose's advice to his cousin, was a full and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +accurate description of his life at Peckham. "Browbeat +by the master, hated for my ugly face by the mistress, +worried by the boys"—if that was his life, he was much +to be pitied. But we cannot believe it. The Milners +were exceedingly kind to Goldsmith. It was at the +intercession of young Milner, who had been his fellow-student +at Edinburgh, that Goldsmith got the situation, +which at all events kept him out of the reach of immediate +want. It was through the Milners that he +was introduced to Griffiths, who gave him a chance of +trying a literary career—as a hack-writer of reviews and +so forth. When, having got tired of that, Goldsmith +was again floating vaguely on the waves of chance, +where did he find a harbour but in that very school at +Peckham? And we have the direct testimony of the +youngest of Dr. Milner's daughters, that this Irish +usher of theirs was a remarkably cheerful, and even +facetious person, constantly playing tricks and practical +jokes, amusing the boys by telling stories and by performances +on the flute, living a careless life, and +always in advance of his salary. Any beggars, or group +of children, even the very boys who played back practical +jokes on him, were welcome to a share of what small +funds he had; and we all know how Mrs. Milner good-naturedly +said one day, "You had better, Mr. Goldsmith, +let me keep your money for you, as I do for some +of the young gentlemen;" and how he answered with +much simplicity, "In truth, Madam, there is equal +need." With Goldsmith's love of approbation and +extreme sensitiveness he no doubt suffered deeply from +many slights, now as at other times; but what we know +of his life in the Peckham school does not incline us to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +believe that it was an especially miserable period of his +existence. His abundant cheerfulness does not seem to +have at any time deserted him; and what with tricks, +and jokes, and playing of the flute, the dull routine of +instructing the unruly young gentlemen at Dr. Milner's +was got through somehow.</p> + +<p>When Goldsmith left the Peckham school to try +hack-writing in Paternoster Row, he was going further +to fare worse. Griffiths the bookseller, when he met +Goldsmith at Dr. Milner's dinner-table and invited him +to become a reviewer, was doing a service to the English +nation—for it was in this period of machine-work that +Goldsmith discovered that happy faculty of literary expression +that led to the composition of his masterpieces—but +he was doing little immediate service to Goldsmith.</p> + +<p>The newly-captured hack was boarded and lodged at +Griffiths' house in Paternoster Row (1757); he was to +have a small salary in consideration of remorselessly +constant work; and—what was the hardest condition of +all—he was to have his writings revised by Mrs. Griffiths. +Mr. Forster justly remarks that though at last Goldsmith +had thus become a man-of-letters, he "had gratified no +passion and attained no object of ambition." He had +taken to literature, as so many others have done, merely +as a last resource. And if it is true that literature at +first treated Goldsmith harshly, made him work hard, +and gave him comparatively little for what he did, at +least it must be said that his experience was not a +singular one. Mr. Forster says that literature was at +that time in a transition state: "The patron was gone, +and the public had not come." But when Goldsmith +began to do better than hack-work, he found a public<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +speedily enough. If, as Lord Macaulay computes, Goldsmith +received in the last seven years of his life what +was equivalent to £5,600 of our money, even the villain +booksellers cannot be accused of having starved him. +At the outset of his literary career he received no large +sums, for he had achieved no reputation; but he got +the market-rate for his work. We have around us at this +moment plenty of hacks who do not earn much more +than their board and lodging with a small salary.</p> + +<p>For the rest, we have no means of knowing whether +Goldsmith got through his work with ease or with difficulty; +but it is obvious, looking over the reviews which +he is believed to have written for Griffiths' magazine, +that he readily acquired the professional critic's airs +of superiority, along with a few tricks of the trade, no +doubt taught him by Griffiths. Several of these reviews, +for example, are merely epitomes of the contents of the +books reviewed, with some vague suggestion that the +writer might, if he had been less careful, have done +worse, and, if he had been more careful, might have +done better. Who does not remember how the philosophic +vagabond was taught to become a cognoscento? +"The whole secret consisted in a strict adherence to +two rules: the one always to observe that the picture +might have been better if the painter had taken more +pains; and the other to praise the works of Pietro +Perugino." It is amusing to observe the different +estimates formed of the function of criticism by Goldsmith +the critic, and by Goldsmith the author. Goldsmith, +sitting at Griffiths' desk, naturally magnifies his +office, and announces his opinion that "to direct our +taste, and conduct the poet up to perfection, has ever<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +been the true critic's province." But Goldsmith the +author, when he comes to inquire into the existing state +of Polite Learning in Europe, finds in criticism not a +help but a danger. It is "the natural destroyer of +polite learning." And again, in the <i>Citizen of the World</i>, +he exclaims against the pretensions of the critic. "If +any choose to be critics, it is but saying they are critics; +and from that time forward they become invested with +full power and authority over every caitiff who aims at +their instruction or entertainment."</p> + +<p>This at least may be said, that in these early essays +contributed to the <i>Monthly Review</i> there is much more of +Goldsmith the critic than of Goldsmith the author. They +are somewhat laboured performances. They are almost +devoid of the sly and delicate humour that afterwards +marked Goldsmith's best prose work. We find throughout +his trick of antithesis; but here it is forced and formal, +whereas afterwards he lent to this habit of writing +the subtle surprise of epigram. They have the true +manner of authority, nevertheless. He says of Home's +<i>Douglas</i>—"Those parts of nature, and that rural simplicity +with which the author was, perhaps, best acquainted, +are not unhappily described; and hence we +are led to conjecture, that a more universal knowledge +of nature will probably increase his powers of description." +If the author had written otherwise, he +would have written differently; had he known more, he +would not have been so ignorant; the tragedy is a +tragedy, but why did not the author make it a comedy?—this +sort of criticism has been heard of even in our +own day. However, Goldsmith pounded away at his +newly-found work, under the eye of the exacting book<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>seller +and his learned wife. We find him dealing with +Scandinavian (here called Celtic) mythology, though he +does not adventure on much comment of his own; then +he engages Smollett's <i>History of England</i>, but mostly in +the way of extract; anon we find him reviewing <i>A Journal +of Eight Days' Journey</i>, by Jonas Hanway, of whom +Johnson said that he made some reputation by travelling +abroad, and lost it all by travelling at home. Then again +we find him writing a disquisition on <i>Some Enquiries +concerning the First Inhabitants, Language, Religion, +Learning, and Letters of Europe</i>, by a Mr. Wise, who, +along with his critic, appears to have got into hopeless +confusion in believing Basque and Armorican to be the +remains of the same ancient language. The last phrase +of a note appended to this review by Goldsmith probably +indicates his own humble estimate of his work at this +time. "It is more our business," he says, "to exhibit +the opinions of the learned than to controvert them." +In fact he was employed to boil down books for +people who did not wish to spend more on literature +than the price of a magazine. Though he was new to +the trade, it is probable he did it as well as any other.</p> + +<p>At the end of five months, Goldsmith and Griffiths +quarrelled and separated. Griffiths said Goldsmith was +idle; Goldsmith said Griffiths was impertinent; probably +the editorial supervision exercised by Mrs. Griffiths had +something to do with the dire contention. From Paternoster +Row Goldsmith removed to a garret in Fleet +Street; had his letters addressed to a coffee-house; and +apparently supported himself by further hack-work, his +connection with Griffiths not being quite severed. Then +he drifted back to Peckham again; and was once more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +installed as usher, Dr. Milner being in especial want of +an assistant at this time. Goldsmith's lingering about +the gates of literature had not inspired him with any +great ambition to enter the enchanted land. But at the +same time he thought he saw in literature a means by +which a little ready money might be made, in order to +help him on to something more definite and substantial; +and this goal was now put before him by Dr. Milner, in +the shape of a medical appointment on the Coromandel +coast. It was in the hope of obtaining this appointment, +that he set about composing that <i>Enquiry into the +Present State of Polite Learning in Europe</i>, which is now +interesting to us as the first of his more ambitious works. +As the book grew under his hands, he began to cast +about for subscribers; and from the Fleet-Street coffee-house—he +had again left the Peckham school—he +addressed to his friends and relatives a series of letters +of the most charming humour, which might have drawn +subscriptions from a millstone. To his brother-in-law, +Mr. Hodson, he sent a glowing account of the great +fortune in store for him on the Coromandel coast. "The +salary is but trifling," he writes, "namely £100 per +annum, but the other advantages, if a person be prudent, +are considerable. The practice of the place, if I am +rightly informed, generally amounts to not less than +£1,000 per annum, for which the appointed physician +has an exclusive privilege. This, with the advantages +resulting from trade, and the high interest which money +bears, viz. 20 per cent., are the inducements which +persuade me to undergo the fatigues of sea, the dangers +of war, and the still greater dangers of the climate; +which induce me to leave a place where I am every day<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +gaining friends and esteem, and where I might enjoy all +the conveniences of life."</p> + +<p>The surprising part of this episode in Goldsmith's +life is that he did really receive the appointment; in +fact he was called upon to pay £10 for the appointment-warrant. +In this emergency he went to the +proprietor of the <i>Critical Review</i>, the rival of the +<i>Monthly</i>, and obtained some money for certain anonymous +work which need not be mentioned in detail +here. He also moved into another garret, this time +in Green-Arbour Court, Fleet Street, in a wilderness +of slums. The Coromandel project, however, on which +so many hopes had been built, fell through. No explanation +of the collapse could be got from either Goldsmith +himself, or from Dr. Milner. Mr. Forster suggests +that Goldsmith's inability to raise money for his outfit +may have been made the excuse for transferring the +appointment to another; and that is probable enough; +but it is also probable that the need for such an excuse +was based on the discovery that Goldsmith was not +properly qualified for the post. And this seems the more +likely, that Goldsmith immediately afterwards resolved +to challenge examination at Surgeons' Hall. He undertook +to write four articles for the <i>Monthly Review</i>; +Griffiths became surety to a tailor for a fine suit of +clothes; and thus equipped, Goldsmith presented himself +at Surgeons' Hall. He only wanted to be passed as +hospital mate; but even that modest ambition was unfulfilled. +He was found not qualified; and returned, +with his fine clothes, to his Fleet-Street den. He was +now thirty years of age (1758); and had found no definite +occupation in the world.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP.—THE BEE.</h3> +<p>During the period that now ensued, and amid much +quarrelling with Griffiths and hack-writing for the +<i>Critical Review</i>, Goldsmith managed to get his <i>Enquiry +into the Present State of Polite Learning in +Europe</i> completed; and it is from the publication of +that work, on the 2nd of April, 1759, that we may date +the beginning of Goldsmith's career as an author. The +book was published anonymously; but Goldsmith was +not at all anxious to disclaim the parentage of his first-born; +and in Grub Street and its environs, at least, the +authorship of the book was no secret. Moreover there +was that in it which was likely to provoke the literary +tribe to plenty of fierce talking. The <i>Enquiry</i> is neither +more nor less than an endeavour to prove that criticism +has in all ages been the deadly enemy of art and literature; +coupled with an appeal to authors to draw their +inspiration from nature rather than from books, and +varied here and there by a gentle sigh over the loss of +that patronage, in the sunshine of which men of genius +were wont to bask. Goldsmith, not having been an +author himself, could not have suffered much at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +hands of the critics; so that it is not to be supposed that +personal feeling dictated this fierce onslaught on the +whole tribe of critics, compilers, and commentators. +They are represented to us as rank weeds, growing up +to choke all manifestations of true art. "Ancient +learning," we are told at the outset, "may be distinguished +into three periods: its commencement, or +the age of poets; its maturity, or the age of philosophers; +and its decline, or the age of critics." Then +our guide carries us into the dark ages; and, with +lantern in hand, shows us the creatures swarming +there in the sluggish pools—"commentators, compilers, +polemic divines, and intricate metaphysicians." We +come to Italy: look at the affectations with which the +Virtuosi and Filosofi have enchained the free spirit of +poetry. "Poetry is no longer among them an imitation +of what we see, but of what a visionary might wish. +The zephyr breathes the most exquisite perfume; the +trees wear eternal verdure; fawns, and dryads, and +hamadryads, stand ready to fan the sultry shepherdess, +who has forgot, indeed, the prettiness with which +Guarini's shepherdesses have been reproached, but is +so simple and innocent as often to have no meaning. +Happy country, where the pastoral age begins to revive!—where +the wits even of Rome are united into a +rural group of nymphs and swains, under the appellation +of modern Arcadians!—where in the midst of porticoes, +processions, and cavalcades, abbés turned shepherds +and shepherdesses without sheep indulge their innocent +<i>divertimenti</i>!"</p> + +<p>In Germany the ponderous volumes of the commentators +next come in for animadversion; and here we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +find an epigram, the quaint simplicity of which is +peculiarly characteristic of Goldsmith. "Were angels +to write books," he remarks, "they never would write +folios." But Germany gets credit for the money spent +by her potentates on learned institutions; and it is +perhaps England that is delicately hinted at in these +words: "Had the fourth part of the immense sum +above-mentioned been given in proper rewards to +genius, in some neighbouring countries, it would have +rendered the name of the donor immortal, and added +to the real interests of society." Indeed, when we +come to England, we find that men of letters are in +a bad way, owing to the prevalence of critics, the +tyranny of booksellers, and the absence of patrons. +"The author, when unpatronized by the great, has +naturally recourse to the bookseller. There cannot +perhaps be imagined a combination more prejudicial +to taste than this. It is the interest of the one to +allow as little for writing, and of the other to write +as much as possible. Accordingly, tedious compilations +and periodical magazines are the result of their joint +endeavours. In these circumstances the author bids +adieu to fame, writes for bread, and for that only. +Imagination is seldom called in. He sits down to +address the venal muse with the most phlegmatic +apathy; and, as we are told of the Russian, courts +his mistress by falling asleep in her lap. His reputation +never spreads in a wider circle than that of the +trade, who generally value him, not for the fineness +of his compositions, but the quantity he works off in +a given time.</p> + +<p>"A long habit of writing for bread thus turns the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +ambition of every author at last into avarice. He finds +that he has written many years, that the public are +scarcely acquainted even with his name; he despairs of +applause, and turns to profit, which invites him. He +finds that money procures all those advantages, that +respect, and that ease which he vainly expected from +fame. Thus the man who, under the protection of the +great, might have done honour to humanity, when only +patronized by the bookseller, becomes a thing little +superior to the fellow who works at the press."</p> + +<p>Nor was he afraid to attack the critics of his own +day, though he knew that the two Reviews for which he +had recently been writing would have something to say +about his own <i>Enquiry</i>. This is how he disposes of +the <i>Critical</i> and the <i>Monthly</i>: "We have two literary +Reviews in London, with critical newspapers and magazines +without number. The compilers of these resemble +the commoners of Rome; they are all for levelling +property, not by increasing their own, but by diminishing +that of others. The man who has any good-nature +in his disposition must, however, be somewhat +displeased to see distinguished reputations often the +sport of ignorance,—to see, by one false pleasantry, +the future peace of a worthy man's life disturbed, and +this only because he has unsuccessfully attempted to +instruct or amuse us. Though ill-nature is far from +being wit, yet it is generally laughed at as such. The +critic enjoys the triumph, and ascribes to his parts what +is only due to his effrontery. I fire with indignation, +when I see persons wholly destitute of education and +genius indent to the press, and thus turn book-makers, +adding to the sin of criticism the sin of ignorance also;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +whose trade is a bad one, and who are bad workmen in +the trade." Indeed there was a good deal of random +hitting in the <i>Enquiry</i>, which was sure to provoke +resentment. Why, for example, should he have gone +out of his way to insult the highly respectable class +of people who excel in mathematical studies? "This +seems a science," he observes, "to which the meanest +intellects are equal. I forget who it is that says 'All +men might understand mathematics if they would.'" +There was also in the first edition of the <i>Enquiry</i> a +somewhat ungenerous attack on stage-managers, actors, +actresses, and theatrical things in general; but this was +afterwards wisely excised. It is not to be wondered +at that, on the whole, the <i>Enquiry</i> should have been +severely handled in certain quarters. Smollett, who +reviewed it in the <i>Critical Review</i>, appears to have kept +his temper pretty well for a Scotchman; but Kenrick, +a hack employed by Griffiths to maltreat the book in +the <i>Monthly Review</i>, flourished his bludgeon in a brave +manner. The coarse personalities and malevolent insinuations +of this bully no doubt hurt Goldsmith +considerably; but, as we look at them now, they +are only remarkable for their dulness. If Griffiths +had had another Goldsmith to reply to Goldsmith, +the retort would have been better worth reading: one +can imagine the playful sarcasm that would have been +dealt out to this new writer, who, in the very act of +protesting against criticism, proclaimed himself a critic. +But Goldsmiths are not always to be had when +wanted; while Kenricks can be bought at any moment +for a guinea or two a head.</p> + +<p>Goldsmith had not chosen literature as the occupation<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +of his life; he had only fallen back on it, when other +projects failed. But it is quite possible that now, as +he began to take up some slight position as an author, +the old ambition of distinguishing himself—which had +flickered before his imagination from time to time—began +to enter into his calculations along with the more +pressing business of earning a livelihood. And he was +soon to have an opportunity of appealing to a wider +public than could have been expected for that erudite +treatise on the arts of Europe. Mr. Wilkie, a bookseller +in St. Paul's Churchyard, proposed to start a +weekly magazine, price threepence, to contain essays, +short stories, letters on the topics of the day, and so +forth, more or less after the manner of the <i>Spectator</i>. +He asked Goldsmith to become sole contributor. Here, +indeed, was a very good opening; for, although there +were many magazines in the field, the public had just +then a fancy for literature in small doses; while Goldsmith, +in entering into the competition, would not be +hampered by the dulness of collaborateurs. He closed +with Wilkie's offer; and on the 6th of October, 1759, +appeared the first number of the <i>Bee</i>.</p> + +<p>For us now there is a curious autobiographical interest +in the opening sentences of the first number; but surely +even the public of the day must have imagined that the +new writer who was now addressing them, was not to be +confounded with the common herd of magazine-hacks. +What could be more delightful than this odd mixture of +modesty, humour, and an anxious desire to please?—"There +is not, perhaps, a more whimsically dismal figure +in nature than a man of real modesty, who assumes +an air of impudence—who, while his heart beats with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +anxiety, studies ease and affects good-humour. In this +situation, however, a periodical writer often finds himself +upon his first attempt to address the public in form. +All his power of pleasing is damped by solicitude, and +his cheerfulness dashed with apprehension. Impressed +with the terrors of the tribunal before which he is going +to appear, his natural humour turns to pertness, and for +real wit he is obliged to substitute vivacity. His first +publication draws a crowd; they part dissatisfied; and +the author, never more to be indulged with a favourable +hearing, is left to condemn the indelicacy of his own +address or their want of discernment. For my part, as I +was never distinguished for address, and have often even +blundered in making my bow, such bodings as these had +like to have totally repressed my ambition. I was at a +loss whether to give the public specious promises, or give +none; whether to be merry or sad on this solemn occasion. +If I should decline all merit, it was too probable +the hasty reader might have taken me at my word. If, +on the other hand, like labourers in the magazine trade, +I had, with modest impudence, humbly presumed to +promise an epitome of all the good things that ever were +said or written, this might have disgusted those readers +I most desire to please. Had I been merry, I might +have been censured as vastly low; and had I been +sorrowful, I might have been left to mourn in solitude +and silence; in short, whichever way I turned, nothing +presented but prospects of terror, despair, chandlers' +shops, and waste paper."</p> + +<p>And it is just possible that if Goldsmith had kept to +this vein of familiar <i>causerie</i>, the public might in time +have been attracted by its quaintness. But no doubt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +Mr. Wilkie would have stared aghast; and so we find +Goldsmith, as soon as his introductory bow is made, +setting seriously about the business of magazine-making. +Very soon, however, both Mr. Wilkie and his editor +perceived that the public had not been taken by their +venture. The chief cause of the failure, as it appears +to any one who looks over the magazine now, would +seem to be the lack of any definite purpose. There was +no marked feature to arrest public attention, while +many things were discarded on which the popularity +of other periodicals had been based. There was no +scandal to appeal to the key-hole and back-door +element in human nature; there were no libels and +gross personalities to delight the mean and envious; +there were no fine airs of fashion to charm milliners +anxious to know how the great talked, and posed, and +dressed; and there was no solemn and pompous erudition +to impress the minds of those serious and sensible +people who buy literature as they buy butter, by its +weight. At the beginning of No. IV. he admits that +the new magazine has not been a success; and, in doing +so, returns to that vein of whimsical, personal humour +with which he had started: "Were I to measure the +merit of my present undertaking by its success or the +rapidity of its sale, I might be led to form conclusions +by no means favourable to the pride of an author. +Should I estimate my fame by its extent, every newspaper +and magazine would leave me far behind. Their +fame is diffused in a very wide circle—that of some as +far as Islington, and some yet farther still; while mine, +I sincerely believe, has hardly travelled beyond the +sound of Bow Bell; and, while the works of others fly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +like unpinioned swans, I find my own move as heavily +as a new-plucked goose. Still, however, I have as much +pride as they who have ten times as many readers. It +is impossible to repeat all the agreeable delusions in +which a disappointed author is apt to find comfort. I +conclude, that what my reputation wants in extent is +made up by its solidity. <i>Minus juvat gloria lata quam +magna.</i> I have great satisfaction in considering the +delicacy and discernment of those readers I have, and in +ascribing my want of popularity to the ignorance or +inattention of those I have not. All the world may +forsake an author, but vanity will never forsake him. +Yet, notwithstanding so sincere a confession, I was once +induced to show my indignation against the public, by +discontinuing my endeavours to please; and was bravely +resolved, like Raleigh, to vex them by burning my manuscript +in a passion. Upon recollection, however, I considered +what set or body of people would be displeased +at my rashness. The sun, after so sad an accident, +might shine next morning as bright as usual; men +might laugh and sing the next day, and transact business +as before, and not a single creature feel any regret +but myself."</p> + +<p>Goldsmith was certainly more at home in this sort of +writing, than in gravely lecturing people against the +vice of gambling; in warning tradesmen how ill it +became them to be seen at races; in demonstrating +that justice is a higher virtue than generosity; and +in proving that the avaricious are the true benefactors +of society. But even as he confesses the failure +of his new magazine, he seems determined to show the +public what sort of writer this is, whom as yet they have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +not regarded too favourably. It is in No. IV. of the <i>Bee</i> +that the famous <i>City Night Piece</i> occurs. No doubt +that strange little fragment of description was the +result of some sudden and aimless fancy, striking the +occupant of the lonely garret in the middle of the +night. The present tense, which he seldom used—and +the abuse of which is one of the detestable vices of +modern literature—adds to the mysterious solemnity of +the recital:—</p> + +<p>"The clock has just struck two, the expiring taper +rises and sinks in the socket, the watchman forgets the +hour in slumber, the laborious and the happy are at rest, +and nothing wakes but meditation, guilt, revelry, and +despair. The drunkard once more fills the destroying +bowl, the robber walks his midnight round, and the +suicide lifts his guilty arm against his own sacred +person.</p> + +<p>"Let me no longer waste the night over the page of +antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but +pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity, ever changing, +but a few hours past walked before me—where she kept +up the pageant, and now, like a froward child, seems +hushed with her own importunities.</p> + +<p>"What a gloom hangs all around! The dying lamp +feebly emits a yellow gleam; no sound is heard but of +the chiming clock, or the distant watch-dog. All the +bustle of human pride is forgotten; an hour like this +may well display the emptiness of human vanity.</p> + +<p>"There will come a time, when this temporary solitude +may be made continual, and the city itself, like its inhabitants, +fade away, and leave a desert in its room.</p> + +<p>"What cities, as great as this, have once triumphed in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +existence, had their victories as great, joy as just and as +unbounded; and, with short-sighted presumption, promised +themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly +trace the situation of some; the sorrowful traveller +wanders over the awful ruins of others; and, as he +beholds, he learns wisdom, and feels the transience of +every sublunary possession.</p> + +<p>"'Here,' he cries, 'stood their citadel, now grown +over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the +haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres +stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruin. +They are fallen, for luxury and avarice first made them +feeble. The rewards of the state were conferred on +amusing, and not on useful, members of society. Their +riches and opulence invited the invaders, who, though at +first repulsed, returned again, conquered by perseverance, +and at last swept the defendants into undistinguished +destruction.'"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>PERSONAL TRAITS.</h3> +<p>The foregoing extracts will sufficiently show what +were the chief characteristics of Goldsmith's writing +at this time—the grace and ease of style, a gentle +and sometimes pathetic thoughtfulness, and, above all, +when he speaks in the first person, a delightful vein +of humorous self-disclosure. Moreover, these qualities, +if they were not immediately profitable to the +booksellers, were beginning to gain for him the recognition +of some of the well-known men of the day. +Percy, afterwards Bishop of Dromore, had made his way +to the miserable garret of the poor author. Smollett, +whose novels Goldsmith preferred to his History, was +anxious to secure his services as a contributor to the +forthcoming <i>British Magazine</i>. Burke had spoken of +the pleasure given him by Goldsmith's review of the +<i>Enquiry into the Origin of our Ideas of the Sublime and +Beautiful</i>. But, to crown all, the great Cham himself +sought out this obscure author, who had on several +occasions spoken with reverence and admiration of his +works; and so began what is perhaps the most interesting +literary friendship on record. At what precise +date Johnson first made Goldsmith's acquaintance, is not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +known; Mr. Forster is right in assuming that they +had met before the supper in Wine-Office Court, at +which Mr. Percy was present. It is a thousand pities +that Boswell had not by this time made his appearance +in London. Johnson, Goldsmith, and all the rest of +them are only ghosts until the pertinacious young laird +of Auchinleck comes on the scene to give them colour, +and life, and form. It is odd enough that the very first +remarks of Goldsmith's which Boswell jotted down in +his notebook, should refer to Johnson's systematic +kindness towards the poor and wretched. "He had +increased my admiration of the goodness of Johnson's +heart by incidental remarks in the course of conversation, +such as, when I mentioned Mr. Levett, whom +he entertained under his roof, 'He is poor and honest, +which is recommendation enough to Johnson'; and +when I wondered that he was very kind to a man of +whom I had heard a very bad character, 'He is now +become miserable, and that ensures the protection of +Johnson.'"</p> + +<p>For the rest, Boswell was not well-disposed towards +Goldsmith, whom he regarded with a jealousy equal to +his admiration of Johnson; but it is probable that his +description of the personal appearance of the awkward +and ungainly Irishman is in the main correct. And +here also it may be said that Boswell's love of truth +and accuracy compelled him to make this admission: +"It has been generally circulated and believed that he +(Goldsmith) was a mere fool in conversation; but, in +truth, this has been greatly exaggerated." On this exaggeration—seeing +that the contributor to the <i>British +Magazine</i> and the <i>Public Ledger</i> was now becoming better<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +known among his fellow authors—a word or two may +fitly be said here. It pleased Goldsmith's contemporaries, +who were not all of them celebrated for their +ready wit, to regard him as a hopeless and incurable +fool, who by some strange chance could produce literature, +the merits of which he could not himself understand. +To Horace Walpole we owe the phrase which +describes Goldsmith as an "inspired idiot." Innumerable +stories are told of Goldsmith's blunders; of his +forced attempts to shine in conversation; of poor Poll +talking nonsense, when all the world was wondering +at the beauty of his writing. In one case we are told he +was content to admit, when dictated to, that this, and +not that, was what he really had meant in a particular +phrase. Now there can be no question that Goldsmith, +conscious of his pitted face, his brogue, and his +ungainly figure, was exceedingly nervous and sensitive +in society, and was anxious, as such people mostly are, +to cover his shyness by an appearance of ease, if +not even of swagger; and there can be as little question +that he occasionally did and said very awkward and +blundering things. But our Japanese friend, whom we +mentioned in our opening pages, looking through the +record that is preserved to us of those blunders +which are supposed to be most conclusive as to +this aspect of Goldsmith's character, would certainly +stare. "Good heavens," he would cry, "did men ever +live who were so thick-headed as not to see the humour +of this or that 'blunder'; or were they so beset with +the notion that Goldsmith was only a fool, that they +must needs be blind?" Take one well-known instance. +He goes to France with Mrs. Horneck and her two<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +daughters, the latter very handsome young ladies. At +Lille the two girls and Goldsmith are standing at +the window of the hotel, overlooking the square in +which are some soldiers; and naturally the beautiful +young Englishwomen attract some attention. Thereupon +Goldsmith turns indignantly away, remarking that +elsewhere he also has his admirers. Now what surgical +instrument was needed to get this harmless little joke +into any sane person's head? Boswell may perhaps be +pardoned for pretending to take the incident <i>au sérieux</i>; +for as has just been said, in his profound adoration of +Johnson, he was devoured by jealousy of Goldsmith; +but that any other mortal should have failed to see +what was meant by this little bit of humorous flattery +is almost incredible. No wonder that one of the sisters +afterwards referring to this "playful jest," should have +expressed her astonishment at finding it put down as a +proof of Goldsmith's envious disposition. But even after +that disclaimer, we find Mr. Croker, as quoted by Mr. +Forster, solemnly doubting "whether the vexation so +seriously exhibited by Goldsmith was real or assumed"!</p> + +<p>Of course this is an extreme case; but there are others +very similar. "He affected," says Hawkins, "Johnson's +style and manner of conversation, and, when he had +uttered, as he often would, a laboured sentence, so +tumid as to be scarce intelligible, would ask if that was +not truly Johnsonian?" Is it not truly dismal to find +such an utterance coming from a presumably reasonable +human being? It is not to be wondered at that Goldsmith +grew shy—and in some cases had to ward off the +acquaintance of certain of his neighbours as being too +intrusive—if he ran the risk of having his odd and grave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +humours so densely mistranslated. The fact is this, +that Goldsmith was possessed of a very subtle quality +of humour, which is at all times rare, but which is +perhaps more frequently to be found in Irishmen +than among other folks. It consists in the satire of the +pretence and pomposities of others by means of a sort +of exaggerated and playful self-depreciation. It is a +most delicate and most delightful form of humour; but +it is very apt to be misconstrued by the dull. Who +can doubt that Goldsmith was good-naturedly laughing +at himself, his own plain face, his vanity, and +his blunders, when he professed to be jealous of the +admiration excited by the Miss Hornecks; when he +gravely drew attention to the splendid colours of his +coat; or when he no less gravely informed a company of +his friends that he had heard a very good story, but +would not repeat it, because they would be sure to miss +the point of it?</p> + +<p>This vein of playful and sarcastic self-depreciation is +continually cropping up in his essay writing, as, for +example, in the passage already quoted from No. IV. +of the <i>Bee</i>: "I conclude, that what my reputation +wants in extent, is made up by its solidity. <i>Minus +juvat gloria lata quam magna</i>. I have great satisfaction +in considering the delicacy and discernment +of those readers I have, and in ascribing my want of +popularity to the ignorance or inattention of those I +have not." But here, no doubt, he remembers that he +is addressing the world at large, which contains many +foolish persons; and so, that the delicate raillery may +not be mistaken, he immediately adds, "All the world +may forsake an author, but vanity will never forsake<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +him." That he expected a quicker apprehension on the +part of his intimates and acquaintances, and that he +was frequently disappointed, seems pretty clear from +those very stories of his "blunders." We may reasonably +suspect, at all events, that Goldsmith was not quite so +much of a fool as he looked; and it is far from improbable +that when the ungainly Irishman was called in to make +sport for the Philistines—and there were a good many +Philistines in those days, if all stories be true—and +when they imagined they had put him out of +countenance, he was really standing aghast, and +wondering how it could have pleased Providence to +create such helpless stupidity.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>The Citizen of the World.—Beau Nash.</h3> +<p>Meanwhile, to return to his literary work, the <i>Citizen +of the World</i> had grown out of his contributions to the +<i>Public Ledger</i>, a daily newspaper started by Mr. Newbery, +another bookseller in St. Paul's Churchyard. +Goldsmith was engaged to write for this paper two +letters a week at a guinea a-piece; and these letters +were, after a short time (1760), written in the character of +a Chinese who had come to study European civilisation. +It may be noted that Goldsmith had in the <i>Monthly +Review</i>, in mentioning Voltaire's memoirs of French +writers, quoted a passage about Montesquieu's <i>Lettres +Persanes</i> as follows: "It is written in imitation of +the <i>Siamese Letters</i> of Du Freny and of the <i>Turkish +Spy</i>; but it is an imitation which shows what the +originals should have been. The success their works +met with was, for the most part, owing to the foreign +air of their performances; the success of the <i>Persian +Letters</i> arose from the delicacy of their satire. That +satire which in the mouth of an Asiatic is poignant, +would lose all its force when coming from an European." +And it must certainly be said that the charm of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +strictures of the <i>Citizen of the World</i> lies wholly in their +delicate satire, and not at all in any foreign air which +the author may have tried to lend to these performances. +The disguise is very apparent. In those garrulous, +vivacious, whimsical, and sometimes serious +papers, Lien Chi Altangi, writing to Fum Hoam in +Pekin, does not so much describe the aspects of European +civilisation which would naturally surprise a Chinese, +as he expresses the dissatisfaction of a European with +certain phases of the civilisation visible everywhere +around him. It is not a Chinaman, but a Fleet-Street +author by profession, who resents the competition of +noble amateurs whose works—otherwise bitter pills +enough—are gilded by their titles:—"A nobleman has +but to take a pen, ink, and paper, write away through +three large volumes, and then sign his name to the title-page; +though the whole might have been before more +disgusting than his own rent-roll, yet signing his name +and title gives value to the deed, title being alone equivalent +to taste, imagination, and genius. As soon as a +piece, therefore, is published, the first questions are—Who +is the author? Does he keep a coach? Where +lies his estate? What sort of a table does he keep? +If he happens to be poor and unqualified for such a +scrutiny, he and his works sink into irremediable +obscurity, and too late he finds, that having fed upon +turtle is a more ready way to fame than having digested +Tully. The poor devil against whom fashion has set its +face vainly alleges that he has been bred in every part +of Europe where knowledge was to be sold; that he has +grown pale in the study of nature and himself. His +works may please upon the perusal, but his pretensions<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +to fame are entirely disregarded. He is treated like a +fiddler, whose music, though liked, is not much praised, +because he lives by it; while a gentleman performer, +though the most wretched scraper alive, throws the +audience into raptures. The fiddler, indeed, may in +such a case console himself by thinking, that while the +other goes off with all the praise, he runs away with all +the money. But here the parallel drops; for while the +nobleman triumphs in unmerited applause, the author +by profession steals off with—nothing."</p> + +<p>At the same time it must be allowed that the utterance +of these strictures through the mouth of a Chinese admits +of a certain <i>naïveté</i>, which on occasion heightens the sarcasm. +Lien Chi accompanies the Man in Black to a +theatre to see an English play. Here is part of the +performance:—"I was going to second his remarks, +when my attention was engrossed by a new object; a +man came in balancing a straw upon his nose, and the +audience were clapping their hands in all the raptures of +applause. 'To what purpose,' cried I, 'does this unmeaning +figure make his appearance? is he a part of +the plot?'—'Unmeaning do you call him?' replied my +friend in black; 'this is one of the most important +characters of the whole play; nothing pleases the +people more than seeing a straw balanced: there is a +great deal of meaning in a straw: there is something +suited to every apprehension in the sight; and a fellow +possessed of talents like these is sure of making his +fortune.' The third act now began with an actor who +came to inform us that he was the villain of the play, +and intended to show strange things before all was +over. He was joined by another who seemed as much<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +disposed for mischief as he; their intrigues continued +through this whole division. 'If that be a villain,' +said I, 'he must be a very stupid one to tell his secrets +without being asked; such soliloquies of late are never +admitted in China.' The noise of clapping interrupted +me once more; a child six years old was learning to +dance on the stage, which gave the ladies and mandarins +infinite satisfaction. 'I am sorry,' said I, 'to see the +pretty creature so early learning so bad a trade; dancing +being, I presume, as contemptible here as in China.'—'Quite +the reverse,' interrupted my companion; 'dancing +is a very reputable and genteel employment here; men +have a greater chance for encouragement from the merit +of their heels than their heads. One who jumps up and +nourishes his toes three times before he comes to the +ground may have three hundred a year: he who +flourishes them four times, gets four hundred; but he +who arrives at five is inestimable, and may demand +what salary he thinks proper. The female dancers, +too, are valued for this sort of jumping and crossing; +and it is a cant word amongst them, that she deserves +most who shows highest. But the fourth act is begun; +let us be attentive.'"</p> + +<p>The Man in Black here mentioned is one of the +notable features of this series of papers. The mysterious +person whose acquaintance the Chinaman made +in Westminster Abbey, and who concealed such a +wonderful goodness of heart under a rough and forbidding +exterior, is a charming character indeed; and +it is impossible to praise too highly the vein of subtle +sarcasm in which he preaches worldly wisdom. But to +assume that any part of his history which he disclosed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +to the Chinaman was a piece of autobiographical +writing on the part of Goldsmith, is a very hazardous +thing. A writer of fiction must necessarily use such +materials as have come within his own experience; and +Goldsmith's experience—or his use of those materials—was +extremely limited: witness how often a pet fancy, +like his remembrance of <i>Johnny Armstrong's Last Good +Night</i>, is repeated. "That of these simple elements," +writes Professor Masson, in his <i>Memoir of Goldsmith</i>, +prefixed to an edition of his works, "he made so many +charming combinations, really differing from each other, +and all, though suggested by fact, yet hung so sweetly +in an ideal air, proved what an artist he was, and was +better than much that is commonly called invention. +In short, if there is a sameness of effect in Goldsmith's +writings, it is because they consist of poetry and truth, +humour and pathos, from his own life, and the supply +from such a life as his was not inexhaustible."</p> + +<p>The question of invention is easily disposed of. Any +child can invent a world transcending human experience +by the simple combination of ideas which are in themselves +incongruous—a world in which the horses have +each five feet, in which the grass is blue and the sky +green, in which seas are balanced on the peaks of +mountains. The result is unbelievable and worthless. +But the writer of imaginative literature uses his own +experiences and the experiences of others, so that his +combination of ideas in themselves compatible shall +appear so natural and believable that the reader—although +these incidents and characters never did +actually exist—is as much interested in them as if they +had existed. The mischief of it is that the reader<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +sometimes thinks himself very clever, and, recognising +a little bit of the story as having happened to the +author, jumps to the conclusion that such and such a +passage is necessarily autobiographical. Hence it is +that Goldsmith has been hastily identified with the +Philosophic Vagabond in the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>, and +with the Man in Black in the <i>Citizen of the World</i>. +That he may have used certain experiences in the one, +and that he may perhaps have given in the other a sort +of fancy sketch of a person suggested by some trait in +his own character, is possible enough; but further +assertion of likeness is impossible. That the Man in +Black had one of Goldsmith's little weaknesses is +obvious enough: we find him just a trifle too conscious +of his own kindliness and generosity. The Vicar +of Wakefield himself is not without a spice of this +amiable vanity. As for Goldsmith, every one must +remember his reply to Griffiths' accusation: "No, sir, +had I been a sharper, <i>had I been possessed of less good +nature and native generosity</i>, I might surely now have +been in better circumstances."</p> + +<p>The Man in Black, in any case, is a delightful character. +We detect the warm and generous nature even in his pretence +of having acquired worldly wisdom: "I now therefore +pursued a course of uninterrupted frugality, seldom +wanted a dinner, and was consequently invited to +twenty. I soon began to get the character of a saving +hunks that had money, and insensibly grew into esteem. +Neighbours have asked my advice in the disposal of +their daughters; and I have always taken care not to +give any. I have contracted a friendship with an +alderman, only by observing, that if we take a farthing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +from a thousand pounds it will be a thousand pounds +no longer. I have been invited to a pawnbroker's +table, by pretending to hate gravy; and am now +actually upon treaty of marriage with a rich widow, +for only having observed that the bread was rising. +If ever I am asked a question, whether I know +it or not, instead of answering, I only smile and look +wise. If a charity is proposed I go about with the +hat, but put nothing in myself. If a wretch solicits my +pity, I observe that the world is filled with impostors, +and take a certain method of not being deceived by +never relieving. In short, I now find the truest way +of finding esteem, even from the indigent, is to give +away nothing, and thus have much in our power to +give." This is a very clever piece of writing, whether +it is in strict accordance with the character of the Man +in Black, or not. But there is in these <i>Public Ledger</i> +papers another sketch of character, which is not only +consistent in itself, and in every way admirable, but is +of still further interest to us when we remember that +at this time the various personages in the <i>Vicar of +Wakefield</i> were no doubt gradually assuming definite +form in Goldsmith's mind. It is in the figure of Mr. +Tibbs, introduced apparently at haphazard, but at once +taking possession of us by its quaint relief, that we +find Goldsmith showing a firmer hand in character-drawing. +With a few happy dramatic touches Mr. +Tibbs starts into life; he speaks for himself; he becomes +one of the people whom we know. And yet, +with this concise and sharp portraiture of a human +being, look at the graceful, almost garrulous, ease of the +style:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Our pursuer soon came up and joined us with all +the familiarity of an old acquaintance. 'My dear +Drybone,' cries he, shaking my friend's hand, 'where +have you been hiding this half a century? Positively +I had fancied you were gone to cultivate matrimony +and your estate in the country.' During the reply I +had an opportunity of surveying the appearance of our +new companion: his hat was pinched up with peculiar +smartness; his looks were pale, thin, and sharp; round +his neck he wore a broad black riband, and in his +bosom a buckle studded with glass; his coat was +trimmed with tarnished twist; he wore by his side a +sword with a black hilt; and his stockings of silk, +though newly washed, were grown yellow by long +service. I was so much engaged with the peculiarity +of his dress, that I attended only to the latter part of +my friend's reply, in which he complimented Mr. Tibbs +on the taste of his clothes and the bloom in his countenance. +'Pshaw, pshaw, Will,' cried the figure, 'no +more of that, if you love me: you know I hate flattery,—on +my soul I do; and yet, to be sure, an intimacy +with the great will improve one's appearance, and a +course of venison will fatten; and yet, faith, I despise +the great as much as you do; but there are a great +many damn'd honest fellows among them, and we must +not quarrel with one half, because the other wants +weeding. If they were all such as my Lord Mudler, one +of the most good-natured creatures that ever squeezed +a lemon, I should myself be among the number of their +admirers. I was yesterday to dine at the Duchess +of Piccadilly's. My lord was there. "Ned," says +he to me, "Ned," says he, "I'll hold gold to silver,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +I can tell you where you were poaching last night." +"Poaching, my lord?" says I: "faith, you have +missed already; for I staid at home and let the girls +poach for me. That's my way: I take a fine woman +as some animals do their prey—stand still, and, swoop, +they fall into my mouth."' 'Ah, Tibbs, thou art a +happy fellow,' cried my companion, with looks of +infinite pity; 'I hope your fortune is as much improved +as your understanding, in such company?' +'Improved!' replied the other: 'you shall know,—but +let it go no farther—a great secret—five hundred +a year to begin with—my lord's word of honour for it. +His lordship took me down in his own chariot yesterday, +and we had a <i>tête-à-tête</i> dinner in the country, where +we talked of nothing else.'—'I fancy you forget, sir,' +cried I; 'you told us but this moment of your dining +yesterday in town.'—'Did I say so?' replied he, +coolly; 'to be sure, if I said so, it was so. Dined in +town! egad, now I do remember, I did dine in town; +but I dined in the country too; for you must know, +my boys, I ate two dinners. By the bye, I am grown +as nice as the devil in my eating. I'll tell you a +pleasant affair about that: we were a select party of +us to dine at Lady Grogram's,—an affected piece, but +let it go no farther—a secret.—Well, there happened +to be no asafœtida in the sauce to a turkey, upon which, +says I, I'll hold a thousand guineas, and say done, first, +that—But, dear Drybone, you are an honest creature; +lend me half-a-crown for a minute or two, or so, just +till ——; but hearkee, ask me for it the next time +we meet, or it may be twenty to one but I forget to +pay you.'"</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> + +<p>Returning from those performances to the author of +them, we find him a busy man of letters, becoming more +and more in request among the booksellers, and obtaining +recognition among his fellow-writers. He had moved +into better lodgings in Wine Office Court (1760-2); and it +was here that he entertained at supper, as has already +been mentioned, no less distinguished guests than +Bishop, then Mr., Percy, and Dr., then Mr., Johnson. +Every one has heard of the surprise of Percy, on calling +for Johnson, to find the great Cham dressed with quite +unusual smartness. On asking the cause of this +"singular transformation," Johnson replied, "Why, +sir, I hear that Goldsmith, who is a very great sloven, +justifies his disregard of cleanliness and decency by +quoting my practice; and I am desirous this night to +show him a better example." That Goldsmith profited +by this example—though the tailors did not—is clear +enough. At times, indeed, he blossomed out into the +splendours of a dandy; and laughed at himself for +doing so. But whether he was in gorgeous or in mean +attire, he remained the same sort of happy-go-lucky +creature; working hard by fits and starts; continually +getting money in advance from the booksellers; enjoying +the present hour; and apparently happy enough when +not pressed by debt. That he should have been thus +pressed was no necessity of the case; at all events we +need not on this score begin now to abuse the booksellers +or the public of that day. We may dismiss once +for all the oft-repeated charges of ingratitude and neglect.</p> + +<p>When Goldsmith was writing those letters in the <i>Public +Ledger</i>—with "pleasure and instruction for others," +Mr. Forster says, "though at the cost of suffering to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +himself"—he was receiving for them alone what would +be equivalent in our day to £200 a year. No man can +affirm that £200 a year is not amply sufficient for all the +material wants of life. Of course there are fine things in +the world that that amount of annual wage cannot purchase. +It is a fine thing to sit on the deck of a yacht on +a summer's day, and watch the far islands shining over the +blue; it is a fine thing to drive four-in-hand to Ascot—if +you can do it; it is a fine thing to cower breathless +behind a rock and find a splendid stag coming slowly +within sure range. But these things are not necessary +to human happiness: it is possible to do without them +and yet not "suffer." Even if Goldsmith had given +half of his substance away to the poor, there was enough +left to cover all the necessary wants of a human being; +and if he chose so to order his affairs as to incur the +suffering of debt, why, that was his own business, +about which nothing further needs be said. It is to be +suspected, indeed, that he did not care to practise those +excellent maxims of prudence and frugality which he +frequently preached; but the world is not much concerned +about that now. If Goldsmith had received ten +times as much money as the booksellers gave him, he +would still have died in debt. And it is just possible +that we may exaggerate Goldsmith's sensitiveness on +this score. He had had a life-long familiarity with +duns and borrowing; and seemed very contented when +the exigency of the hour was tided over. An angry +landlady is unpleasant, and an arrest is awkward; but +in comes an opportune guinea, and the bottle of Madeira +is opened forthwith.</p> + +<p>In these rooms in Wine Office Court, and at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +suggestion or entreaty of Newbery, Goldsmith produced +a good deal of miscellaneous writing—pamphlets, tracts, +compilations, and what not—of a more or less marketable +kind. It can only be surmised that by this time +he may have formed some idea of producing a book not +solely meant for the market, and that the characters in +the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i> were already engaging his attention; +but the surmise becomes probable enough when +we remember that his project of writing the <i>Traveller</i>, +which was not published till 1764, had been formed as +far back as 1755, while he was wandering aimlessly +about Europe, and that a sketch of the poem was actually +forwarded by him then to his brother Henry in Ireland. +But in the meantime this hack-work, and the habits of +life connected with it, began to tell on Goldsmith's +health; and so, for a time, he left London (1762), and +went to Tunbridge and then to Bath. It is scarcely +possible that his modest fame had preceded him to the +latter place of fashion; but it may be that the distinguished +folk of the town received this friend of the great +Dr. Johnson with some small measure of distinction; +for we find that his next published work, <i>The Life of +Richard Nash, Esq.</i>, is respectfully dedicated to the +Right Worshipful the Mayor, Recorder, Aldermen, and +Common Council of the City of Bath. The Life of the +recently deceased Master of Ceremonies was published +anonymously (1762); but it was generally understood to +be Goldsmith's; and indeed the secret of the authorship +is revealed in every successive line. Among the +minor writings of Goldsmith there is none more delightful +than this: the mock-heroic gravity, the half-familiar +contemptuous good-nature with which he composes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +this Funeral March of a Marionette, are extremely +whimsical and amusing. And then what an admirable +picture we get of fashionable English society in the +beginning of the eighteenth century, when Bath and +Nash were alike in the heyday of their glory—the fine +ladies with their snuff-boxes, and their passion for play, +and their extremely effective language when they got +angry; young bucks come to flourish away their money, +and gain by their losses the sympathy of the fair; +sharpers on the look-out for guineas, and adventurers +on the look-out for weak-minded heiresses; duchesses +writing letters in the most doubtful English, and chair-men +swearing at any one who dared to walk home on +foot at night.</p> + +<p>No doubt the <i>Life of Beau Nash</i> was a bookseller's +book; and it was made as attractive as possible by the +recapitulation of all sorts of romantic stories about +Miss S——n, and Mr. C——e, and Captain K——g; +but throughout we find the historian very much inclined +to laugh at his hero, and only refraining now and +again in order to record in serious language traits +indicative of the real goodness of disposition of that fop +and gambler. And the fine ladies and gentlemen, who +lived in that atmosphere of scandal, and intrigue, and +gambling, are also from time to time treated to a little +decorous and respectful raillery. Who does not remember +the famous laws of polite breeding written out +by Mr. Nash—Goldsmith hints that neither Mr. Nash +nor his fair correspondent at Blenheim, the Duchess of +Marlborough, excelled in English composition—for the +guidance of the ladies and gentlemen who were under +the sway of the King of Bath? "But were we to give<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +laws to a nursery, we should make them childish laws," +Goldsmith writes gravely. "His statutes, though stupid, +were addressed to fine gentlemen and ladies, and were +probably received with sympathetic approbation. It is +certain they were in general religiously observed by his +subjects, and executed by him with impartiality; neither +rank nor fortune shielded the refractory from his resentment." +Nash, however, was not content with prose +in enforcing good manners. Having waged deadly war +against the custom of wearing boots, and having found +his ordinary armoury of no avail against the obduracy +of the country squires, he assailed them in the impassioned +language of poetry, and produced the following +"Invitation to the Assembly," which, as Goldsmith +remarks, was highly relished by the nobility at Bath on +account of its keenness, severity, and particularly its +good rhymes.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Come, one and all, to Hoyden Hall,<br /> +</span> +<span class="i0">For there's the assembly this night;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">None but prude fools<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mind manners and rules;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We Hoydens do decency slight.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come, trollops and slatterns,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cocked hats and white aprons,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This best our modesty suits;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For why should not we<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In dress be as free<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Hogs-Norton squires in boots?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The sarcasm was too much for the squires, who yielded +in a body; and when any stranger through inadvertence +presented himself in the assembly-rooms in boots, Nash +was so completely master of the situation that he would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +politely step up to the intruder and suggest that he had +forgotten his horse.</p> + +<p>Goldsmith does not magnify the intellectual capacity +of his hero; but he gives him credit for a sort of +rude wit that was sometimes effective enough. His +physician, for example, having called on him to see +whether he had followed a prescription that had been +sent him the previous day, was greeted in this fashion: +"Followed your prescription? No. Egad, if I had, +I should have broken my neck, for I flung it out +of the two pair of stairs window." For the rest, this +diverting biography contains some excellent warnings +against the vice of gambling; with a particular account +of the manner in which the Government of the day tried +by statute after statute to suppress the tables at Tunbridge +and Bath, thereby only driving the sharpers to +new subterfuges. That the Beau was in alliance with +sharpers, or, at least, that he was a sleeping partner in +the firm, his biographer admits; but it is urged on his +behalf that he was the most generous of winners, and +again and again interfered to prevent the ruin of some +gambler by whose folly he would himself have profited. +His constant charity was well known; the money so +lightly come by was at the disposal of any one who +could prefer a piteous tale. Moreover he made no +scruple about exacting from others that charity which +they could well afford. One may easily guess who was +the duchess mentioned in the following story of Goldsmith's +narration:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"The sums he gave and collected for the Hospital were +great, and his manner of doing it was no less admirable. +I am told that he was once collecting money in Wilt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>shire's +room for that purpose, when a lady entered, who +is more remarkable for her wit than her charity, and +not being able to pass by him unobserved, she gave him +a pat with her fan, and said, 'You must put down a +trifle for me, Nash, for I have no money in my pocket.' +'Yes, madam,' says he, 'that I will with pleasure, if +your grace will tell me when to stop;' then taking an +handful of guineas out of his pocket, he began to tell +them into his white hat—' One, two, three, four, +five ——' 'Hold, hold!' says the duchess, 'consider +what you are about.' 'Consider your rank and fortune, +madam,' says Nash, and continues telling—'six, seven, +eight, nine, ten.' Here the duchess called again, and +seemed angry. 'Pray compose yourself, madam,' cried +Nash, 'and don't interrupt the work of charity,—eleven, +twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.' Here the duchess +stormed, and caught hold of his hand. 'Peace, madam,' +says Nash, 'you shall have your name written in letters +of gold, madam, and upon the front of the building, +madam,—sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.' +'I won't pay a farthing more,' says the duchess. +'Charity hides a multitude of sins,' replies Nash,—'twenty-one, +twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, +twenty-five.' 'Nash,' says she, 'I protest you frighten +me out of my wits. L—d, I shall die!' 'Madam, +you will never die with doing good; and if you do, it +will be the better for you,' answered Nash, and was +about to proceed; but perceiving her grace had lost all +patience, a parley ensued, when he, after much altercation, +agreed to stop his hand and compound with her +grace for thirty guineas. The duchess, however, seemed +displeased the whole evening, and when he came to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +table where she was playing, bid him, 'Stand farther, +an ugly devil, for she hated the sight of him.' But her +grace afterwards having a run of good luck, called Nash +to her. 'Come,' says she, 'I will be friends with you, +though you are a fool; and to let you see I am not +angry, there is ten guineas more for your charity. But +this I insist on, that neither my name nor the sum shall +be mentioned.'"</p></div> + +<p>At the ripe age of eighty-seven the "beau of three +generations" breathed his last (1761); and, though he +had fallen into poor ways, there were those alive who +remembered his former greatness, and who chronicled +it in a series of epitaphs and poetical lamentations. +"One thing is common almost with all of them," says +Goldsmith, "and that is that Venus, Cupid, and the +Graces are commanded to weep, and that Bath shall +never find such another." These effusions are forgotten +now; and so would Beau Nash be also, but for this +biography, which, no doubt meant merely for the book-market +of the day, lives and is of permanent value by +reason of the charm of its style, its pervading humour, +and the vivacity of its descriptions of the fashionable +follies of the eighteenth century. <i>Nullum fere genus +scribendi non tetigit. Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit.</i> +Who but Goldsmith could have written so delightful +a book about such a poor creature as Beau Nash?</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3>The Arrest.</h3> +<p>It was no doubt owing to Newbery that Goldsmith, +after his return to London, was induced to abandon, +temporarily or altogether, his apartments in Wine Office +Court, and take lodgings in the house of a Mrs. Fleming, +who lived somewhere or other in Islington. Newbery +had rooms in Canonbury House, a curious old building +that still exists; and it may have occurred to the +publisher that Goldsmith, in this suburban district, +would not only be nearer him for consultation and so +forth, but also might pay more attention to his duties +than when he was among the temptations of Fleet Street. +Goldsmith was working industriously in the service of +Newbery at this time (1763-4); in fact, so completely was +the bookseller in possession of the hack, that Goldsmith's +board and lodging in Mrs. Fleming's house, arranged for +at £50 a year, was paid by Newbery himself. Writing +prefaces, revising new editions, contributing reviews—this +was the sort of work he undertook, with more or +less content, as the equivalent of the modest sums Mr. +Newbery disbursed for him or handed over as pocket-money. +In the midst of all this drudgery he was +now secretly engaged on work that aimed at something<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +higher than mere payment of bed and board. The +smooth lines of the <i>Traveller</i> were receiving further +polish; the gentle-natured <i>Vicar</i> was writing his simple, +quaint, tender story. And no doubt Goldsmith was +spurred to try something better than hack-work by the +associations that he was now forming, chiefly under the +wise and benevolent friendship of Johnson.</p> + +<p>Anxious always to be thought well of, he was now beginning +to meet people whose approval was worthy of being +sought. He had been introduced to Reynolds. He had +become the friend of Hogarth. He had even made the +acquaintance of Mr. Boswell, from Scotland. Moreover, +he had been invited to become one of the original members +of the famous Club of which so much has been written; +his fellow-members being Reynolds, Johnson, Burke, +Hawkins, Beauclerk, Bennet Langton, and Dr. Nugent. +It is almost certain that it was at Johnson's instigation +that he had been admitted into this choice fellowship. +Long before either the <i>Traveller</i> or the <i>Vicar</i> had +been heard of, Johnson had perceived the literary genius +that obscurely burned in the uncouth figure of this +Irishman; and was anxious to impress on others Goldsmith's +claims to respect and consideration. In the +minute record kept by Boswell of his first evening with +Johnson at the Mitre Tavern, we find Johnson saying, +"Dr. Goldsmith is one of the first men we now have as +an author, and he is a very worthy man too. He has +been loose in his principles, but he is coming right." +Johnson took walks with Goldsmith; did him the honour +of disputing with him on all occasions; bought a copy of +the <i>Life of Nash</i> when it appeared—an unusual compliment +for one author to pay another, in their day or in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +ours; allowed him to call on Miss Williams, the blind old +lady in Bolt Court; and generally was his friend, counsellor, +and champion. Accordingly, when Mr. Boswell +entertained the great Cham to supper at the Mitre—a +sudden quarrel with his landlord having made it impossible +for him to order the banquet at his own house—he +was careful to have Dr. Goldsmith of the company. +His guests that evening were Johnson, Goldsmith, Davies +(the actor and bookseller who had conferred on Boswell +the invaluable favour of an introduction to Johnson), +Mr. Eccles, and the Rev. Mr. Ogilvie, a Scotch poet +who deserves our gratitude because it was his inopportune +patriotism that provoked, on this very evening, +the memorable epigram about the high-road leading to +England. "Goldsmith," says Boswell, who had not +got over his envy at Goldsmith's being allowed to visit +the blind old pensioner in Bolt-court, "as usual, endeavoured +with too much eagerness to <i>shine</i>, and disputed +very warmly with Johnson against the well-known +maxim of the British constitution, 'The king can do no +wrong.'" It was a dispute not so much about facts as +about phraseology; and, indeed, there seems to be no +great warmth in the expressions used on either side. +Goldsmith affirmed that "what was morally false could +not be politically true;" and that, in short, the king +could by the misuse of his regal power do wrong. +Johnson replied, that, in such a case, the immediate +agents of the king were the persons to be tried and +punished for the offence. "The king, though he should +command, cannot force a judge to condemn a man +unjustly; therefore it is the judge whom we prosecute +and punish." But when he stated that the king "is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +above everything, and there is no power by which he can +be tried," he was surely forgetting an important chapter +in English history. "What did Cromwell do for his +country?" he himself asked, during his subsequent visit +to Scotland, of old Auchinleck, Boswell's father. "God, +Doctor," replied the vile Whig, "<i>he garred kings ken +they had a lith in their necks</i>."</p> + +<p>For some time after this evening Goldsmith drops +out of Boswell's famous memoir; perhaps the compiler +was not anxious to give him too much prominence. +They had not liked each other from the outset. +Boswell, vexed by the greater intimacy of Goldsmith +with Johnson, called him a blunderer, a feather-brained +person; and described his appearance in no flattering +terms. Goldsmith, on the other hand, on being asked +who was this Scotch cur that followed Johnson's heels, +answered, "He is not a cur: you are too severe—he is +only a bur. Tom Davies flung him at Johnson in sport, +and he has the faculty of sticking." Boswell would +probably have been more tolerant of Goldsmith as a +rival, if he could have known that on a future day he +was to have Johnson all to himself—to carry him to +remote wilds and exhibit him as a portentous literary +phenomenon to Highland lairds. It is true that +Johnson, at an early period of his acquaintance with +Boswell, did talk vaguely about a trip to the Hebrides; +but the young Scotch idolater thought it was all too +good to be true. The mention of Sir James Macdonald, +says Boswell, "led us to talk of the Western Islands +of Scotland, to visit which he expressed a wish that +then appeared to me a very romantic fancy, which I +little thought would be afterwards realised. He told<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +me that his father had put Martin's account of those +islands into his hands when he was very young, and +that he was highly pleased with it; that he was particularly +struck with the St. Kilda man's notion that +the high church of Glasgow had been hollowed out of +a rock; a circumstance to which old Mr. Johnson had +directed his attention." Unfortunately Goldsmith not +only disappears from the pages of Boswell's biography +at this time, but also in great measure from the ken +of his companions. He was deeply in debt; no doubt +the fine clothes he had been ordering from Mr. Filby +in order that he might "shine" among those notable +persons, had something to do with it; he had tried the +patience of the booksellers; and he had been devoting +a good deal of time to work not intended to elicit +immediate payment. The most patient endeavours to +trace out his changes of lodgings, and the fugitive +writings that kept him in daily bread, have not been +very successful. It is to be presumed that Goldsmith +had occasionally to go into hiding to escape from his +creditors; and so was missed from his familiar haunts. +We only reach daylight again, to find Goldsmith being +under threat of arrest from his landlady; and for the +particulars of this famous affair it is necessary to return +to Boswell.</p> + +<p>Boswell was not in London at that time; but his +account was taken down subsequently from Johnson's +narration; and his accuracy in other matters, his extraordinary +memory, and scrupulous care, leave no doubt +in the mind that his version of the story is to be preferred +to those of Mrs. Piozzi and Sir John Hawkins. +We may take it that these are Johnson's own words:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>— "I +received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith +that he was in great distress, and, as it was not in his +power to come to me, begging that I would come to him +as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised +to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon +as I was dressed, and found that his landlady had +arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent +passion. I perceived that he had already changed my +guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass +before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he +would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by +which he might be extricated. He then told me that +he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced +to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the +landlady I should soon return; and, having gone to a +bookseller, sold it for £60. I brought Goldsmith the +money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating +his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill."</p> + +<p>We do not know who this landlady was—it cannot +now be made out whether the incident occurred at Islington, +or in the rooms that Goldsmith partially occupied in +the Temple; but even if Mrs. Fleming be the landlady +in question, she was deserving neither of Goldsmith's +rating nor of the reprimands that have been bestowed +upon her by later writers. Mrs. Fleming had been +exceedingly kind to Goldsmith. Again and again in +her bills we find items significantly marked £0 0<i>s.</i> 0<i>d.</i> +And if her accounts with her lodger did get hopelessly +into arrear; and if she was annoyed by seeing him go +out in fine clothes to sup at the Mitre; and if, at +length, her patience gave way, and she determined to +have her rights in one way or another, she was no worse<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +than landladies—who are only human beings, and not +divinely appointed protectresses of genius—ordinarily +are. Mrs. Piozzi says that when Johnson came back +with the money, Goldsmith "called the woman of the +house directly to partake of punch, and pass their time +in merriment." This would be a dramatic touch; but, +after Johnson's quietly corking the bottle of Madeira, +it is more likely that no such thing occurred; especially +as Boswell quotes the statement as an "extreme inaccuracy."</p> + +<p>The novel which Johnson had taken away and sold +to Francis Newbery, a nephew of the elder bookseller, +was, as every one knows, the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>. That +Goldsmith, amidst all his pecuniary distresses, should +have retained this piece in his desk, instead of pawning +or promising it to one of his bookselling patrons, points +to but one conclusion—that he was building high hopes +on it, and was determined to make it as good as lay +within his power. Goldsmith put an anxious finish into +all his better work; perhaps that is the secret of the +graceful ease that is now apparent in every line. Any +young writer who may imagine that the power of clear +and concise literary expression comes by nature, cannot +do better than study, in Mr. Cunningham's big collection +of Goldsmith's writings, the continual and minute +alterations which the author considered necessary even +after the first edition—sometimes when the second and +third editions—had been published. Many of these, +especially in the poetical works, were merely improvements +in sound as suggested by a singularly sensitive +ear, as when he altered the line</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Amidst the ruin, heedless of the dead,"<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>which had appeared in the first three editions of the +<i>Traveller</i>, into</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There in the ruin, heedless of the dead,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>which appeared in the fourth. But the majority of the +omissions and corrections were prompted by a careful +taste, that abhorred everything redundant or slovenly. +It has been suggested that when Johnson carried off the +<i>Vicar of Wakefield</i> to Francis Newbery, the manuscript +was not quite finished, but had to be completed afterwards. +There was at least plenty of time for that. +Newbery does not appear to have imagined that he +had obtained a prize in the lottery of literature. He +paid the £60 for it—clearly on the assurance of the +great father of learning of the day, that there was +merit in the little story—somewhere about the end +of 1764; but the tale was not issued to the public +until March, 1766. "And, sir," remarked Johnson to +Boswell, with regard to the sixty pounds, "a sufficient +price too, when it was sold; for then the fame of +Goldsmith had not been elevated, as it afterwards was, +by his <i>Traveller</i>; and the bookseller had such faint +hopes of profit by his bargain, that he kept the +manuscript by him a long time, and did not publish it +till after the <i>Traveller</i> had appeared. Then, to be sure, +it was accidentally worth more money."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<h3>THE TRAVELLER.</h3> +<p>This poem of the <i>Traveller</i>, the fruit of much secret +labour and the consummation of the hopes of many +years, was lying completed in Goldsmith's desk when +the incident of the arrest occurred; and the elder +Newbery had undertaken to publish it. Then, as at +other times, Johnson lent this wayward child of genius +a friendly hand. He read over the proof-sheets for +Goldsmith; was so kind as to put in a line here or +there where he thought fit; and prepared a notice of the +poem for the <i>Critical Review</i>. The time for the appearance +of this new claimant for poetical honours was +propitious. "There was perhaps no point in the +century," says Professor Masson, "when the British +Muse, such as she had come to be, was doing less, or +had so nearly ceased to do anything, or to have any +good opinion of herself, as precisely about the year +1764. Young was dying; Gray was recluse and indolent; +Johnson had long given over his metrical +experimentations on any except the most inconsiderable +scale; Akenside, Armstrong, Smollett, and others less +known, had pretty well revealed the amount of their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +worth in poetry; and Churchill, after his ferocious blaze +of what was really rage and declamation in metre, +though conventionally it was called poetry, was prematurely +defunct. Into this lull came Goldsmith's +short but carefully finished poem." "There has not +been so fine a poem since Pope's time," remarked +Johnson to Boswell, on the very first evening after the +return of young Auchinleck to London. It would have +been no matter for surprise had Goldsmith dedicated this +first work that he published under his own name to +Johnson, who had for so long been his constant friend +and adviser; and such a dedication would have carried +weight in certain quarters. But there was a finer touch +in Goldsmith's thought of inscribing the book to his +brother Henry; and no doubt the public were surprised +and pleased to find a poor devil of an author dedicating +a work to an Irish parson with £40 a year, from whom +he could not well expect any return. It will be +remembered that it was to this brother Henry that +Goldsmith, ten years before, had sent the first sketch +of the poem; and now the wanderer,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>declares how his heart untravelled</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drags at each remove a lengthening chain."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The very first line of the poem strikes a key-note—there +is in it a pathetic thrill of distance, and regret, and +longing; and it has the soft musical sound that pervades +the whole composition. It is exceedingly interesting to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +note, as has already been mentioned, how Goldsmith +altered and altered these lines until he had got them +full of gentle vowel sounds. Where, indeed, in the +English language could one find more graceful melody +than this?—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The naked negro, panting at the line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thanks his gods for all the good they gave."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>It has been observed also that Goldsmith was the first +to introduce into English poetry sonorous American—or +rather Indian—names, as when he writes in this +poem,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Niagara stuns with thundering sound,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>—and if it be charged against him that he ought to +have known the proper accentuation of Niagara, it may +be mentioned as a set-off that Sir Walter Scott, in +dealing with his own country, mis-accentuated "Glenaládale," +to say nothing of his having made of Roseneath +an island. Another characteristic of the <i>Traveller</i> is +the extraordinary choiceness and conciseness of the +diction, which, instead of suggesting pedantry or affectation, +betrays on the contrary nothing but a delightful +ease and grace.</p> + +<p>The English people are very fond of good English; +and thus it is that couplets from the <i>Traveller</i> and the +<i>Deserted Village</i> have come into the common stock of +our language, and that sometimes not so much on +account of the ideas they convey, as through their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +singular precision of epithet and musical sound. It is +enough to make the angels weep, to find such a couplet +as this—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>murdered in several editions of Goldsmith's works by +the substitution of the commonplace "breathes" for +"breasts"—and that, after Johnson had drawn particular +attention to the line by quoting it in his Dictionary. +Perhaps, indeed, it may be admitted that the literary +charm of the <i>Traveller</i> is more apparent than the value +of any doctrine, however profound or ingenious, which +the poem was supposed to inculcate. We forget all about +the "particular principle of happiness" possessed by +each European state, in listening to the melody of the +singer, and in watching the successive and delightful +pictures that he calls up before the imagination.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"As in those domes where Cæsars once bore sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Defaced by time, and tottering in decay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There in the ruin, heedless of the dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, wondering man could want the larger pile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Then notice the blaze of patriotic idealism that bursts +forth when he comes to talk of England. What sort of +England had he been familiar with when he was consorting +with the meanest wretches—the poverty stricken, +the sick, and squalid—in those Fleet-Street dens? But +it is an England of bright streams and spacious lawns<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +of which he writes; and as for the people who inhabit +the favoured land—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With daring aims irregularly great;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see the lords of human kind pass by."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Whenever I write anything," Goldsmith had said, +with a humorous exaggeration which Boswell, as usual, +takes <i>au sérieux</i>, "the public <i>make a point</i> to know +nothing about it." But we have Johnson's testimony +to the fact that the <i>Traveller</i> "brought him into high +reputation." No wonder. When the great Cham declares +it to be the finest poem published since the time +of Pope, we are irresistibly forced to think of the +<i>Essay on Man</i>. What a contrast there is between that +tedious and stilted effort, and this clear burst of bird-song! +The <i>Traveller</i>, however, did not immediately +become popular. It was largely talked about, naturally, +among Goldsmith's friends; and Johnson would scarcely +suffer any criticism of it. At a dinner given long afterwards +at Sir Joshua Reynolds's, and fully reported by the +invaluable Boswell, Reynolds remarked, "I was glad +to hear Charles Fox say it was one of the finest poems +in the English language." "Why were you glad?" +said Langton. "You surely had no doubt of this +before?" Hereupon Johnson struck in: "No; the +merit of the <i>Traveller</i> is so well established, that +Mr. Fox's praise cannot augment it, nor his censure +diminish it." And he went on to say—Goldsmith +having died and got beyond the reach of all critics and +creditors some three or four years before this time<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> "Goldsmith +was a man who, whatever he wrote, did it +better than any other man could do. He deserved +a place in Westminster Abbey; and every year he +lived would have deserved it better."</p> + +<p>Presently people began to talk about the new poem. A +second edition was issued; a third; a fourth. It is not +probable that Goldsmith gained any pecuniary benefit +from the growing popularity of the little book; but he +had "struck for honest fame," and that was now coming +to him. He even made some slight acquaintance with +"the great;" and here occurs an incident which is one +of many that account for the love that the English people +have for Goldsmith. It appears that Hawkins, calling +one day on the Earl of Northumberland, found the +author of the <i>Traveller</i> waiting in the outer room, in +response to an invitation. Hawkins, having finished +his own business, retired, but lingered about until the +interview between Goldsmith and his lordship was over, +having some curiosity about the result. Here follows +Goldsmith's report to Hawkins. "His lordship told +me he had read my poem, and was much delighted with +it; that he was going to be Lord-lieutenant of Ireland; +and that, hearing that I was a native of that country, +he should be glad to do me any kindness." "What did +you answer?" says Hawkins, no doubt expecting to +hear of some application for pension or post. "Why," +said Goldsmith, "I could say nothing but that I had a +brother there, a clergyman, that stood in need of help,"—and +then he explained to Hawkins that he looked to +the booksellers for support, and was not inclined to +place dependence on the promises of great men. "Thus +did this idiot in the affairs of the world," adds Hawkins,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +with a fatuity that is quite remarkable in its way, "trifle +with his fortunes, and put back the hand that was held +out to assist him! Other offers of a like kind he either +rejected or failed to improve, contenting himself with +the patronage of one nobleman, whose mansion afforded +him the delights of a splendid table and a retreat for +a few days from the metropolis." It is a great pity we +have not a description from the same pen of Johnson's +insolent ingratitude in flinging the pair of boots down +stairs.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<h3>MISCELLANEOUS WRITING.</h3> +<p>But one pecuniary result of this growing fame was a +joint offer on the part of Griffin and Newbery of £20 +for a selection from his printed essays; and this selection +was forthwith made and published, with a preface +written for the occasion. Here at once we can see that +Goldsmith takes firmer ground. There is an air of +confidence—of gaiety, even—in his address to the +public; although, as usual, accompanied by a whimsical +mock-modesty that is extremely odd and effective. +"Whatever right I have to complain of the public," he +says, "they can, as yet, have no just reason to complain +of me. If I have written dull Essays, they have +hitherto treated them as dull Essays. Thus far we are +at least upon par, and until they think fit to make me +their humble debtor by praise, I am resolved not to lose +a single inch of my self-importance. Instead, therefore, +of attempting to establish a credit amongst them, +it will perhaps be wiser to apply to some more distant +correspondent; and as my drafts are in some danger of +being protested at home, it may not be imprudent, upon +this occasion, to draw my bills upon Posterity.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Mr. Posterity</span>,</p> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Sir</span>,—Nine hundred and ninety-nine years after sight +hereof pay the bearer, or order, a thousand pounds worth +of praise, free from all deductions whatsoever, it being +a commodity that will then be very serviceable to him, +and place it to the account of, &c."</p></div> + +<p>The bill is not yet due; but there can in the meantime +be no harm in discounting it so far as to say that these +Essays deserve very decided praise. They deal with all +manner of topics, matters of fact, matters of imagination, +humorous descriptions, learned criticisms; and then, +whenever the entertainer thinks he is becoming dull, he +suddenly tells a quaint little story and walks off amidst +the laughter he knows he has produced. It is not a very +ambitious or sonorous sort of literature; but it was +admirably fitted for its aim—the passing of the +immediate hour in an agreeable and fairly intellectual +way. One can often see, no doubt, that these Essays +are occasionally written in a more or less perfunctory +fashion, the writer not being moved by much enthusiasm +in his subject; but even then a quaint literary +grace seldom fails to atone, as when, writing about the +English clergy, and complaining that they do not +sufficiently in their addresses stoop to mean capacities, +he says—"Whatever may become of the higher orders +of mankind, who are generally possessed of collateral +motives to virtue, the vulgar should be particularly +regarded, whose behaviour in civil life is totally hinged +upon their hopes and fears. Those who constitute the +basis of the great fabric of society should be particularly +regarded; for in policy, as in architecture, ruin is most +fatal when it begins from the bottom." There was,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +indeed, throughout Goldsmith's miscellaneous writing +much more common sense than might have been expected +from a writer who was supposed to have none.</p> + +<p>As regards his chance criticisms on dramatic and +poetical literature, these are generally found to be incisive +and just; while sometimes they exhibit a wholesome +disregard of mere tradition and authority. "Milton's +translation of Horace's Ode to Pyrrha," he says, for +example, "is universally known and generally admired, +in our opinion much above its merit." If the present +writer might for a moment venture into such an arena, +he would express the honest belief that that translation +is the very worst translation that was ever made of +anything. But there is the happy rendering of <i>simplex +munditiis</i>, which counts for much.</p> + +<p>By this time Goldsmith had also written his charming +ballad of <i>Edwin and Angelina</i>, which was privately +"printed for the amusement of the Countess of Northumberland," +and which afterwards appeared in the +<i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>. It seems clear enough that this +quaint and pathetic piece was suggested by an old ballad +beginning,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gentle heardsman, tell to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of curtesy I thee pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the towne of Walsingham<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which is the right and ready way,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>which Percy had shown to Goldsmith, and which, patched +up, subsequently appeared in the <i>Reliques</i>. But Goldsmith's +ballad is original enough to put aside all the +discussion about plagiarism which was afterwards started.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +In the old fragment the weeping pilgrim receives directions +from the herdsman, and goes on her way, and we +hear of her no more; in <i>Edwin and Angelina</i> the +forlorn and despairing maiden suddenly finds herself +confronted by the long-lost lover whom she had so +cruelly used. This is the dramatic touch that reveals +the hand of the artist. And here again it is curious to +note the care with which Goldsmith repeatedly revised +his writings. The ballad originally ended with these +two stanzas:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here amidst sylvan bowers we'll rove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From lawn to woodland stray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blest as the songsters of the grove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And innocent as they.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To all that want, and all that wail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our pity shall be given,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when this life of love shall fail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll love again in heaven."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But subsequently it must have occurred to the author +that, the dramatic disclosure once made, and the lovers +restored to each other, any lingering over the scene only +weakened the force of the climax; hence these stanzas +were judiciously excised. It may be doubted, however, +whether the original version of the last couplet:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And the last sigh that rends the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall break thy Edwin's too,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>was improved by being altered into</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The sigh that rends thy constant heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall break thy Edwin's too."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>Meanwhile Goldsmith had resorted to hack-work +again; nothing being expected from the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>, +now lying in Newbery's shop, for that had been +paid for, and his expenses were increasing, as became +his greater station. In the interval between the +publication of the <i>Traveller</i> and of the <i>Vicar</i>, he moved +into better chambers in Garden Court; he hired a man-servant, +he blossomed out into very fine clothes. Indeed, +so effective did his first suit seem to be—the +purple silk small-clothes, the scarlet roquelaure, the +wig, sword, and gold-headed cane—that, as Mr. Forster +says, he "amazed his friends with no less than three +similar suits, not less expensive, in the next six months." +Part of this display was no doubt owing to a suggestion +from Reynolds that Goldsmith, having a medical degree, +might just as well add the practice of a physician to +his literary work, to magnify his social position. Goldsmith, +always willing to please his friends, acceded; +but his practice does not appear to have been either +extensive or long-continued. It is said that he drew +out a prescription for a certain Mrs. Sidebotham which +so appalled the apothecary that he refused to make it +up; and that, as the lady sided with the apothecary, he +threw up the case and his profession at the same time. If +it was money Goldsmith wanted, he was not likely to get +it in that way; he had neither the appearance nor the +manner fitted to humour the sick and transform healthy +people into valetudinarians. If it was the esteem of his +friends and popularity outside that circle, he was soon +to acquire enough of both. On the 27th March, 1766, +fifteen months after the appearance of the <i>Traveller</i>, +the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i> was published.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2> + +<h3>THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.</h3> +<p>The <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>, considered structurally, follows +the lines of the Book of Job. You take a good man, +overwhelm him with successive misfortunes, show the +pure flame of his soul burning in the midst of the +darkness, and then, as the reward of his patience and +fortitude and submission, restore him gradually to +happiness, with even larger flocks and herds than +before. The machinery by which all this is brought +about is, in the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>, the weak part of the +story. The plot is full of wild improbabilities; in fact, +the expedients by which all the members of the family +are brought together and made happy at the same time, +are nothing short of desperate. It is quite clear, too, +that the author does not know what to make of the +episode of Olivia and her husband; they are allowed to +drop through; we leave him playing the French horn +at a relation's house; while she, in her father's home, is +supposed to be unnoticed, so much are they all taken up +with the rejoicings over the double wedding. It is very +probable that when Goldsmith began the story he had +no very definite plot concocted; and that it was only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +when the much-persecuted Vicar had to be restored to +happiness, that he found the entanglements surrounding +him, and had to make frantic efforts to break through +them. But, be that as it may, it is not for the plot +that people now read the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>; it is not +the intricacies of the story that have made it the +delight of the world. Surely human nature must be +very much the same when this simple description of a +quiet English home went straight to the heart of nations +in both hemispheres.</p> + +<p>And the wonder is that Goldsmith of all men should +have produced such a perfect picture of domestic life. +What had his own life been but a moving about +between garret and tavern, between bachelor's lodgings +and clubs? Where had he seen—unless, indeed, he +looked back through the mist of years to the scenes +of his childhood—all this gentle government, and +wise blindness; all this affection, and consideration, +and respect? There is as much human nature in +the character of the Vicar alone as would have furnished +any fifty of the novels of that day, or of this. +Who has not been charmed by his sly and quaint +humour, by his moral dignity and simple vanities, even +by the little secrets he reveals to us of his paternal +rule. "'Ay,' returned I, not knowing well what to +think of the matter, 'heaven grant they may be both +the better for it this day three months!' This was one +of those observations I usually made to impress my +wife with an opinion of my sagacity; for if the girls +succeeded, then it was a pious wish fulfilled; but if +anything unfortunate ensued, then it might be looked +on as a prophecy." We know how Miss Olivia was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +answered, when, at her mother's prompting, she set up +for being well skilled in controversy:—</p> + +<p>"'Why, my dear, what controversy can she have +read?' cried I. 'It does not occur to me that I ever +put such books into her hands: you certainly overrate +her merit.'—'Indeed, papa,' replied Olivia, 'she does +not; I have read a great deal of controversy. I have +read the disputes between Thwackum and Square; the +controversy between Robinson Crusoe and Friday, the +savage; and I am now employed in reading the controversy +in Religious Courtship.'—'Very well,' cried +I, 'that's a good girl; I find you are perfectly qualified +for making converts, and so go help your mother to +make the gooseberry pie.'"</p> + +<p>It is with a great gentleness that the good man +reminds his wife and daughters that, after their sudden +loss of fortune, it does not become them to wear much +finery. "The first Sunday, in particular, their behaviour +served to mortify me. I had desired my girls the preceding +night to be dressed early the next day; for I +always loved to be at church a good while before the +rest of the congregation. They punctually obeyed my +directions; but when we were to assemble in the +morning at breakfast, down came my wife and daughters, +dressed out in all their former splendour; their hair +plastered up with pomatum, their faces patched to taste, +their trains bundled up in a heap behind, and rustling +at every motion. I could not help smiling at their +vanity, particularly that of my wife, from whom I +expected more discretion. In this exigence, therefore, +my only resource was to order my son, with an important +air, to call our coach. The girls were amazed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +at the command; but I repeated it with more solemnity +than before. 'Surely, my dear, you jest,' cried my +wife; 'we can walk it perfectly well: we want no +coach to carry us now.'—'You mistake, child,' returned +I, 'we do want a coach; for if we walk to church in +this trim, the very children in the parish will hoot after +us.'—'Indeed,' replied my wife, 'I always imagined +that my Charles was fond of seeing his children neat +and handsome about him.'—'You may be as neat as +you please,' interrupted I, 'and I shall love you the +better for it; but all this is not neatness, but frippery. +These rufflings, and pinkings, and patchings will only +make us hated by all the wives of our neighbours. No, +my children,' continued I, more gravely, 'those gowns +may be altered into something of a plainer cut; for finery +is very unbecoming in us, who want the means of +decency. I do not know whether such flouncing and +shredding is becoming even in the rich, if we consider, +upon a moderate calculation, that the nakedness of the +indigent world might be clothed from the trimmings of +the vain.'</p> + +<p>"This remonstrance had the proper effect: they went +with great composure, that very instant, to change their +dress; and the next day I had the satisfaction of finding +my daughters, at their own request, employed in cutting +up their trains into Sunday waistcoats for Dick and +Bill, the two little ones; and, what was still more +satisfactory, the gowns seemed improved by this curtailing." +And again when he discovered the two girls +making a wash for their faces:—"My daughters seemed +equally busy with the rest; and I observed them for a +good while cooking something over the fire. I at first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +supposed they were assisting their mother, but little +Dick informed me, in a whisper, that they were making +a wash for the face. Washes of all kinds I had a +natural antipathy to; for I knew that, instead of +mending the complexion, they spoil it. I therefore +approached my chair by sly degrees to the fire, and +grasping the poker, as if it wanted mending, seemingly +by accident overturned the whole composition, and it +was too late to begin another."</p> + +<p>All this is done with such a light, homely touch, +that one gets familiarly to know these people without +being aware of it. There is no insistance. There is no +dragging you along by the collar; confronting you with +certain figures; and compelling you to look at this and +study that. The artist stands by you, and laughs in +his quiet way; and you are laughing too, when suddenly +you find that human beings have silently come into the +void before you; and you know them for friends; and +even after the vision has faded away, and the beautiful +light and colour and glory of romance-land have +vanished, you cannot forget them. They have become +part of your life; you will take them to the grave +with you.</p> + +<p>The story, as every one perceives, has its obvious +blemishes. "There are an hundred faults in this Thing," +says Goldsmith himself, in the prefixed Advertisement. +But more particularly, in the midst of all the impossibilities +taking place in and around the jail, when that +chameleon-like <i>deus ex machinâ</i>, Mr. Jenkinson, winds +up the tale in hot haste, Goldsmith pauses to put in a +sort of apology. "Nor can I go on without a reflection," +he says gravely, "on those accidental meetings, which,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +though they happen every day, seldom excite our +surprise but upon some extraordinary occasion. To +what a fortuitous concurrence do we not owe every +pleasure and convenience of our lives! How many +seeming accidents must unite before we can be clothed +or fed! The peasant must be disposed to labour, the +shower must fall, the wind fill the merchant's sail, or +numbers must want the usual supply." This is Mr. +Thackeray's "simple rogue" appearing again in adult +life. Certainly, if our supply of food and clothing +depended on such accidents as happened to make the +Vicar's family happy all at once, there would be a good +deal of shivering and starvation in the world. Moreover +it may be admitted that on occasion Goldsmith's +fine instinct deserts him; and even in describing those +domestic relations which are the charm of the novel, he +blunders into the unnatural. When Mr. Burchell, for +example, leaves the house in consequence of a quarrel +with Mrs. Primrose, the Vicar questions his daughter as +to whether she had received from that poor gentleman +any testimony of his affection for her. She replies No; +but remembers to have heard him remark that he never +knew a woman who could find merit in a man that was +poor. "Such, my dear," continued the Vicar, "is the +common cant of all the unfortunate or idle. But I +hope you have been taught to judge properly of such +men, and that it would be even madness to expect +happiness from one who has been so very bad an +economist of his own. Your mother and I have now +better prospects for you. The next winter, which you +will probably spend in town, will give you opportunities +of making a more prudent choice." Now it is not at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +all likely that a father, however anxious to have his +daughter well married and settled, would ask her so +delicate a question in open domestic circle, and would +then publicly inform her that she was expected to choose +a husband on her forthcoming visit to town.</p> + +<p>Whatever may be said about any particular incident +like this, the atmosphere of the book is true. Goethe, to +whom a German translation of the <i>Vicar</i> was read by +Herder some four years after the publication in England, +not only declared it at the time to be one of the best +novels ever written, but again and again throughout his +life reverted to the charm and delight with which he +had made the acquaintance of the English "prose-idyll," +and took it for granted that it was a real picture of +English life. Despite all the machinery of Mr. Jenkinson's +schemes, who could doubt it? Again and again +there are recurrent strokes of such vividness and naturalness +that we yield altogether to the necromancer. Look +at this perfect picture—of human emotion and outside +nature—put in in a few sentences. The old clergyman, +after being in search of his daughter, has found her, +and is now—having left her in an inn—returning to his +family and his home. "And now my heart caught new +sensations of pleasure, the nearer I approached that +peaceful mansion. As a bird that had been frighted +from its nest, my affections outwent my haste, and +hovered round my little fireside with all the rapture of +expectation. I called up the many fond things I had to +say, and anticipated the welcome I was to receive. I +already felt my wife's tender embrace, and smiled at +the joy of my little ones. As I walked but slowly, the +night waned apace. The labourers of the day were all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +retired to rest; the lights were out in every cottage; no +sounds were heard but of the shrilling cock, and the +deep-mouthed watch-dog at hollow distance. I approached +my little abode of pleasure, and, before I was +within a furlong of the place, our honest mastiff came +running to welcome me." "<i>The deep-mouthed watch-dog +at hollow distance</i>;"—what more perfect description of +the stillness of night was ever given?</p> + +<p>And then there are other qualities in this delightful +<i>Vicar of Wakefield</i> than merely idyllic tenderness, and +pathos, and sly humour. There is a firm presentation of +the crimes and brutalities of the world. The pure light +that shines within that domestic circle is all the brighter +because of the black outer ring that is here and there +indicated rather than described. How could we appreciate +all the simplicities of the good man's household, +but for the rogueries with which they are brought in +contact? And although we laugh at Moses and his gross +of green spectacles, and the manner in which the Vicar's +wife and daughter are imposed on by Miss Wilhelmina +Skeggs and Lady Blarney, with their lords and ladies +and their tributes to virtue, there is no laughter demanded +of us when we find the simplicity and moral +dignity of the Vicar meeting and beating the jeers and +taunts of the abandoned wretches in the prison. This +is really a remarkable episode. The author was under +the obvious temptation to make much comic material +out of the situation; while another temptation, towards +the goody-goody side, was not far off. But the Vicar +undertakes the duty of reclaiming these castaways +with a modest patience and earnestness in every way in +keeping with his character; while they, on the other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +hand, are not too easily moved to tears of repentance. +His first efforts, it will be remembered, were not too +successful. "Their insensibility excited my highest compassion, +and blotted my own uneasiness from my mind. +It even appeared a duty incumbent upon me to attempt +to reclaim them. I resolved, therefore, once more to +return, and, in spite of their contempt, to give them my +advice, and conquer them by my perseverance. Going, +therefore, among them again, I informed Mr. Jenkinson +of my design, at which he laughed heartily, but communicated +it to the rest. The proposal was received +with the greatest good humour, as it promised to afford +a new fund of entertainment to persons who had now +no other resource for mirth but what could be derived +from ridicule or debauchery.</p> + +<p>"I therefore read them a portion of the service with a +loud, unaffected voice, and found my audience perfectly +merry upon the occasion. Lewd whispers, groans of +contrition burlesqued, winking and coughing, alternately +excited laughter. However, I continued with my natural +solemnity to read on, sensible that what I did might +mend some, but could itself receive no contamination +from any.</p> + +<p>"After reading, I entered upon my exhortation, which +was rather calculated at first to amuse them than to reprove. +I previously observed, that no other motive but +their welfare could induce me to this; that I was their +fellow-prisoner, and now got nothing by preaching. I +was sorry, I said, to hear them so very profane; because +they got nothing by it, but might lose a great deal: +'For be assured, my friends,' cried I,—'for you are my +friends, however the world may disclaim your friendship,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>—though you swore twelve thousand oaths in a day, it +would not put one penny in your purse. Then what +signifies calling every moment upon the devil, and courting +his friendship, since you find how scurvily he uses +you? He has given you nothing here, you find, but a +mouthful of oaths and an empty belly; and, by the best +accounts I have of him, he will give you nothing that's +good hereafter.</p> + +<p>"'If used ill in our dealings with one man, we naturally +go elsewhere. Were it not worth your while, then, just +to try how you may like the usage of another master, +who gives you fair promises at least to come to him? +Surely, my friends, of all stupidity in the world, his +must be the greatest, who, after robbing a house, runs +to the thief-takers for protection. And yet, how are you +more wise? You are all seeking comfort from one that +has already betrayed you, applying to a more malicious +being than any thief-taker of them all; for they only +decoy and then hang you; but he decoys and hangs, and, +what is worst of all, will not let you loose after the +hangman has done.'</p> + +<p>"When I had concluded, I received the compliments of +my audience, some of whom came and shook me by the +hand, swearing that I was a very honest fellow, and that +they desired my further acquaintance. I therefore promised +to repeat my lecture next day, and actually conceived +some hopes of making a reformation here; for it +had ever been my opinion, that no man was past the +hour of amendment, every heart lying open to the shafts +of reproof, if the archer could but take a proper aim."</p> + +<p>His wife and children, naturally dissuading him from +an effort which seemed to them only to bring ridicule<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +upon him, are met by a grave rebuke; and on the next +morning he descends to the common prison, where, he +says, he found the prisoners very merry, expecting his +arrival, and each prepared to play some gaol-trick on +the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"There was one whose trick gave more universal +pleasure than all the rest; for, observing the manner in +which I had disposed my books on the table before me, +he very dexterously displaced one of them, and put an +obscene jest-book of his own in the place. However, I +took no notice of all that this mischievous group of little +beings could do, but went on, perfectly sensible that what +was ridiculous in my attempt would excite mirth only +the first or second time, while what was serious would +be permanent. My design succeeded, and in less than +six days some were penitent, and all attentive.</p> + +<p>"It was now that I applauded my perseverance and +address, at thus giving sensibility to wretches divested +of every moral feeling, and now began to think of doing +them temporal services also, by rendering their situation +somewhat more comfortable. Their time had hitherto +been divided between famine and excess, tumultuous riot +and bitter repining. Their only employment was quarrelling +among each other, playing at cribbage, and +cutting tobacco-stoppers. From this last mode of idle +industry I took the hint of setting such as choose to +work at cutting pegs for tobacconists and shoemakers, +the proper wood being bought by a general subscription, +and, when manufactured, sold by my appointment; so +that each earned something every day—a trifle indeed, +but sufficient to maintain him.</p> + +<p>"I did not stop here, but instituted fines for the punish<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>ment +of immorality, and rewards for peculiar industry. +Thus, in less than a fortnight I had formed them into +something social and humane, and had the pleasure of +regarding myself as a legislator who had brought men +from their native ferocity into friendship and obedience."</p> + +<p>Of course, all this about gaols and thieves was calculated +to shock the nerves of those who liked their +literature perfumed with rose-water. Madame Riccoboni, +to whom Burke had sent the book, wrote to +Garrick, "Le plaidoyer en faveur des voleurs, des +petits larrons, des gens de mauvaises mœurs, est fort +éloigné de me plaire." Others, no doubt, considered +the introduction of Miss Skeggs and Lady Blarney as +"vastly low." But the curious thing is that the literary +critics of the day seem to have been altogether silent +about the book—perhaps they were "puzzled" by it, +as Southey has suggested. Mr. Forster, who took the +trouble to search the periodical literature of the time, +says that, "apart from bald recitals of the plot, not a +word was said in the way of criticism about the book, +either in praise or blame." The <i>St. James's Chronicle</i> did +not condescend to notice its appearance, and the <i>Monthly +Review</i> confessed frankly that nothing was to be made +of it. The better sort of newspapers, as well as the +more dignified reviews, contemptuously left it to the +patronage of <i>Lloyd's Evening Post</i>, the <i>London Chronicle</i>, +and journals of that class; which simply informed their +readers that a new novel, called the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>, +had been published, that "the editor is Doctor +Goldsmith, who has affixed his name to an introductory +Advertisement, and that such and such were the incidents +of the story." Even his friends, with the excep<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span>tion +of Burke, did not seem to consider that any remarkable +new birth in literature had occurred; and it +is probable that this was a still greater disappointment +to Goldsmith, who was so anxious to be thought well of +at the Club. However, the public took to the story. +A second edition was published in May; a third in +August. Goldsmith, it is true, received no pecuniary +gain from this success, for, as we have seen, Johnson +had sold the novel outright to Francis Newbery; but +his name was growing in importance with the booksellers.</p> + +<p>There was need that it should, for his increasing +expenses—his fine clothes, his suppers, his whist at +the Devil Tavern—were involving him in deeper +and deeper difficulties. How was he to extricate himself?—or +rather the question that would naturally +occur to Goldsmith was how was he to continue that +hand-to-mouth existence that had its compensations +along with its troubles? Novels like the <i>Vicar of +Wakefield</i> are not written at a moment's notice, even +though any Newbery, judging by results, is willing to +double that £60 which Johnson considered to be a fair +price for the story at the time. There was the usual +resource of hack-writing; and, no doubt, Goldsmith was +compelled to fall back on that, if only to keep the elder +Newbery, in whose debt he was, in a good humour. But +the author of the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i> may be excused if +he looked round to see if there was not some more +profitable work for him to turn his hand to. It was at +this time that he began to think of writing a comedy.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.</h2> + +<h3>THE GOOD-NATURED MAN.</h3> +<p>Amid much miscellaneous work, mostly of the compilation +order, the play of the <i>Good-natured Man</i> began to +assume concrete form; insomuch that Johnson, always +the friend of this erratic Irishman, had promised to +write a Prologue for it. It is with regard to this Prologue +that Boswell tells a foolish and untrustworthy +story about Goldsmith. Dr. Johnson had recently been +honoured by an interview with his Sovereign; and the +members of the Club were in the habit of flattering him +by begging for a repetition of his account of that famous +event. On one occasion, during this recital, Boswell +relates, Goldsmith "remained unmoved upon a sofa at +some distance, affecting not to join in the least in the +eager curiosity of the company. He assigned as a +reason for his gloom and seeming inattention that he +apprehended Johnson had relinquished his purpose of +furnishing him with a Prologue to his play, with the +hopes of which he had been flattered; but it was +strongly suspected that he was fretting with chagrin +and envy at the singular honour Doctor Johnson had +lately enjoyed. At length the frankness and simplicity<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +of his natural character prevailed. He sprang from +the sofa, advanced to Johnson, and, in a kind of flutter, +from imagining himself in the situation which he had +just been hearing described, exclaimed, 'Well, you +acquitted yourself in this conversation better than I +should have done; for I should have bowed and stammered +through the whole of it.'" It is obvious enough +that the only part of this anecdote which is quite +worthy of credence is the actual phrase used by +Goldsmith, which is full of his customary generosity +and self-depreciation. All those "suspicions" of his +envy of his friend may safely be discarded, for they +are mere guesswork; even though it might have been +natural enough for a man like Goldsmith, conscious of +his singular and original genius, to measure himself +against Johnson, who was merely a man of keen perception +and shrewd reasoning, and to compare the deference +paid to Johnson with the scant courtesy shown to +himself.</p> + +<p>As a matter of fact, the Prologue was written by +Dr. Johnson; and the now complete comedy was, after +some little arrangement of personal differences between +Goldsmith and Garrick, very kindly undertaken by +Reynolds, submitted for Garrick's approval. But +nothing came of Reynolds's intervention. Perhaps +Goldsmith resented Garrick's airs of patronage towards +a poor devil of an author; perhaps Garrick was surprised +by the manner in which well-intentioned criticisms +were taken; at all events, after a good deal of +shilly-shallying, the play was taken out of Garrick's +hands. Fortunately, a project was just at this moment +on foot for starting the rival theatre in Covent Garden,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +under the management of George Colman; and to +Colman Goldsmith's play was forthwith consigned. +The play was accepted; but it was a long time before +it was produced; and in that interval it may fairly +be presumed the <i>res angusta domi</i> of Goldsmith did not +become any more free and generous than before. It +was in this interval that the elder Newbery died; +Goldsmith had one patron the less. Another patron +who offered himself was civilly bowed to the door. +This is an incident in Goldsmith's career which, like his +interview with the Earl of Northumberland, should +ever be remembered in his honour. The Government +of the day were desirous of enlisting on their behalf +the services of writers of somewhat better position than +the mere libellers whose pens were the slaves of anybody's +purse; and a Mr. Scott, a chaplain of Lord +Sandwich, appears to have imagined that it would be +worth while to buy Goldsmith. He applied to +Goldsmith in due course; and this is an account of the +interview. "I found him in a miserable set of chambers +in the Temple. I told him my authority; I told him +I was empowered to pay most liberally for his exertions; +and, would you believe it! he was so absurd as to say, +'I can earn as much as will supply my wants without +writing for any party; the assistance you offer is therefore +unnecessary to me.' And I left him in his garret." +Needy as he was, Goldsmith had too much self-respect +to become a paid libeller and cutthroat of public +reputations.</p> + +<p>On the evening of Friday, the 29th of January, 1768, +when Goldsmith had now reached the age of forty, the +comedy of <i>The Good-natured Man</i> was produced at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +Covent Garden Theatre. The Prologue had, according +to promise, been written by Johnson; and a very +singular prologue it was. Even Boswell was struck by +the odd contrast between this sonorous piece of melancholy +and the fun that was to follow. "The first lines +of this Prologue," he conscientiously remarks, "are +strongly characteristical of the dismal gloom of his +mind; which, in his case, as in the case of all who are +distressed with the same malady of imagination, transfers +to others its own feelings. Who could suppose it was +to introduce a comedy, when Mr. Bensley solemnly +began—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Pressed with the load of life, the weary mind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surveys the general toil of humankind'?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But this dark ground might make Goldsmith's humour +shine the more." When we come to the comedy itself, +we find but little bright humour in the opening passages. +The author is obviously timid, anxious, and constrained. +There is nothing of the brisk, confident vivacity with +which <i>She Stoops to Conquer</i> opens. The novice does +not yet understand the art of making his characters +explain themselves; and accordingly the benevolent +uncle and honest Jarvis indulge in a conversation which, +laboriously descriptive of the character of young +Honeywood, is spoken "at" the audience. With the +entrance of young Honeywood himself, Goldsmith +endeavours to become a little more sprightly; but there +is still anxiety hanging over him, and the epigrams are +little more than merely formal antitheses.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>Jarvis.</i> This bill from your tailor; this from your mercer; +and this from the little broker in Crooked Lane. He says he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +has been at a great deal of trouble to get back the money +you borrowed.</p> + +<p><i>Hon.</i> That I don't know; but I'm sure we were at a great +deal of trouble in getting him to lend it.</p> + +<p><i>Jar.</i> He has lost all patience.</p> + +<p><i>Hon.</i> Then he has lost a very good thing.</p> + +<p><i>Jar.</i> There's that ten guineas you were sending to the poor +gentleman and his children in the Fleet. I believe that would +stop his mouth for a while at least.</p> + +<p><i>Hon.</i> Ay, Jarvis, but what will fill their mouths in the +mean time?"</p></div> + +<p>This young Honeywood, the hero of the play, is, and +remains throughout, a somewhat ghostly personage. He +has attributes; but no flesh or blood. There is much +more substance in the next character introduced—the +inimitable Croaker, who revels in evil forebodings and +drinks deep of the luxury of woe. These are the two +chief characters; but then a play must have a plot. +And perhaps it would not be fair, so far as the plot is +concerned, to judge of <i>The Good-natured Man</i> merely +as a literary production. Intricacies that seem tedious +and puzzling on paper appear to be clear enough on the +stage: it is much more easy to remember the history +and circumstances of a person whom we see before us, +than to attach these to a mere name—especially as the +name is sure to be clipped down from <i>Honeywood</i> to +<i>Hon.</i> and from <i>Leontine</i> to <i>Leon.</i> However, it is in the +midst of all the cross-purposes of the lovers that we +once more come upon our old friend Beau Tibbs—though +Mr. Tibbs is now in much better circumstances, and +has been re-named by his creator Jack Lofty. Garrick +had objected to the introduction of Jack, on the ground +that he was only a distraction. But Goldsmith, whether<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +in writing a novel or a play, was more anxious to represent +human nature than to prune a plot, and paid +but little respect to the unities, if only he could +arouse our interest. And who is not delighted with +this Jack Lofty and his "duchessy" talk—his airs of +patronage, his mysterious hints, his gay familiarity with +the great, his audacious lying?</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>Lofty.</i> Waller? Waller? Is he of the house?</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. Croaker.</i> The modern poet of that name, sir.</p> + +<p><i>Lof.</i> Oh, a modern! We men of business despise the +moderns; and as for the ancients, we have no time to read +them. Poetry is a pretty thing enough for our wives and +daughters; but not for us. Why now, here I stand that +know nothing of books. I say, madam, I know nothing of +books; and yet, I believe, upon a land-carriage fishery, a +stamp act, or a jag-hire, I can talk my two hours without +feeling the want of them.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. Cro.</i> The world is no stranger to Mr. Lofty's eminence +in every capacity.</p> + +<p><i>Lof.</i> I vow to gad, madam, you make me blush. I'm +nothing, nothing, nothing in the world; a mere obscure +gentleman. To be sure, indeed, one or two of the present +ministers are pleased to represent me as a formidable man. +I know they are pleased to bespatter me at all their little +dirty levees. Yet, upon my soul, I wonder what they see +in me to treat me so! Measures, not men, have always been +my mark; and I vow, by all that's honourable, my resentment +has never done the men, as mere men, any manner of +harm—that is, as mere men.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. Cro.</i> What importance, and yet what modesty!</p> + +<p><i>Lof.</i> Oh, if you talk of modesty, madam, there, I own, I'm +accessible to praise: modesty is my foible: it was so the +Duke of Brentford used to say of me. 'I love Jack Lofty,' +he used to say: 'no man has a finer knowledge of things; +quite a man of information; and when he speaks upon his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +legs, by the Lord he's prodigious, he scouts them; and yet all +men have their faults; too much modesty is his,' says his +grace.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. Cro.</i> And yet, I dare say, you don't want assurance +when you come to solicit for your friends.</p> + +<p><i>Lof.</i> Oh, there indeed I'm in bronze. Apropos! I have +just been mentioning Miss Richland's case to a certain personage; +we must name no names. When I ask, I am not to +be put off, madam. No, no, I take my friend by the button. +A fine girl, sir; great justice in her case. A friend of mine—borough +interest—business must be done, Mr. Secretary.—I +say, Mr. Secretary, her business must be done, sir. That's +my way, madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. Cro.</i> Bless me! you said all this to the Secretary of +State, did you?</p> + +<p><i>Lof.</i> I did not say the Secretary, did I? Well, curse it, +since you have found me out, I will not deny it. It was to +the Secretary."</p></div> + +<p>Strangely enough, what may now seem to some of us +the very best scene in the <i>Good-natured Man</i>—the scene, +that is, in which young Honeywood, suddenly finding +Miss Richland without, is compelled to dress up the two +bailiffs in possession of his house and introduce them to +her as gentlemen friends—was very nearly damning the +play on the first night of its production. The pit was +of opinion that it was "low;" and subsequently the +critics took up the cry, and professed themselves to be +so deeply shocked by the vulgar humours of the bailiffs +that Goldsmith had to cut them out. But on the opening +night the anxious author, who had been rendered +nearly distracted by the cries and hisses produced by +this scene, was somewhat reassured when the audience +began to laugh again over the tribulations of Mr. +Croaker. To the actor who played the part he expressed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +his warm gratitude when the piece was over; assuring +him that he had exceeded his own conception of the +character, and that "the fine comic richness of his +colouring made it almost appear as new to him as to +any other person in the house."</p> + +<p>The new play had been on the whole favourably +received; and, when Goldsmith went along afterwards +to the Club, his companions were doubtless not at all +surprised to find him in good spirits. He was even +merrier than usual; and consented to sing his favourite +ballad about the Old Woman tossed in a Blanket. But +those hisses and cries were still rankling in his memory; +and he himself subsequently confessed that he was +"suffering horrid tortures." Nay, when the other members +of the Club had gone, leaving him and Johnson +together, he "burst out a-crying, and even swore by —— that +he would never write again." When Goldsmith +told this story in after-days, Johnson was naturally +astonished; perhaps—himself not suffering much from +an excessive sensitiveness—he may have attributed that +little burst of hysterical emotion to the excitement of +the evening increased by a glass or two of punch, and +determined therefore never to mention it. "All which, +Doctor," he said, "I thought had been a secret between +you and me; and I am sure I would not have said anything +about it for the world." Indeed there was little +to cry over, either in the first reception of the piece or +in its subsequent fate. With the offending bailiffs cut +out, the comedy would seem to have been very fairly +successful. The proceeds of three of the evenings were +Goldsmith's payment; and in this manner he received +£400. Then Griffin published the play; and from this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +source Goldsmith received an additional £100; so that +altogether he was very well paid for his work. Moreover +he had appealed against the judgment of the pit and +the dramatic critics, by printing in the published edition +the bailiff scene which had been removed from the stage; +and the <i>Monthly Review</i> was so extremely kind as to say +that "the bailiff and his blackguard follower appeared +intolerable on the stage, yet we are not disgusted with +them in the perusal." Perhaps we have grown less +scrupulous since then; but at all events it would be +difficult for anybody nowadays to find anything but good-natured +fun in that famous scene. There is an occasional +"damn," it is true; but then English officers have +always been permitted that little playfulness, and these +two gentlemen were supposed to "serve in the Fleet;" +while if they had been particularly refined in their +speech and manner, how could the author have aroused +Miss Richland's suspicions? It is possible that the two +actors who played the bailiff and his follower may have +introduced some vulgar "gag" into their parts; but +there is no warranty for anything of the kind in the +play as we now read it.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + +<h3>GOLDSMITH IN SOCIETY.</h3> +<p>The appearance of the <i>Good-natured Man</i> ushered in +a halcyon period in Goldsmith's life. The <i>Traveller</i> and +the <i>Vicar</i> had gained for him only reputation: this new +comedy put £500 in his pocket. Of course that was +too big a sum for Goldsmith to have about him long. +Four-fifths of it he immediately expended on the purchase +and decoration of a set of chambers in Brick Court, +Middle Temple; with the remainder he appears to have +begun a series of entertainments in this new abode, +which were perhaps more remarkable for their mirth +than their decorum. There was no sort of frolic in +which Goldsmith would not indulge for the amusement +of his guests; he would sing them songs; he would +throw his wig to the ceiling; he would dance a minuet. +And then they had cards, forfeits, blind-man's-buff, +until Mr. Blackstone, then engaged on his <i>Commentaries</i> +in the rooms below, was driven nearly mad by the +uproar. These parties would seem to have been of a +most nondescript character—chance gatherings of any +obscure authors or actors whom he happened to meet; +but from time to time there were more formal enter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>tainments, +at which Johnson, Percy, and similar distinguished +persons were present. Moreover, Dr. Goldsmith +himself was much asked out to dinner too; and so, not +content with the "Tyrian bloom, satin grain and garter, +blue-silk breeches," which Mr. Filby had provided for +the evening of the production of the comedy, he now +had another suit "lined with silk, and gold buttons," +that he might appear in proper guise. Then he had his +airs of consequence too. This was his answer to an +invitation from Kelly, who was his rival of the hour: +"I would with pleasure accept your kind invitation, but +to tell you the truth, my dear boy, my <i>Traveller</i> has +found me a home in so many places, that I am engaged, +I believe, three days. Let me see. To-day I dine with +Edmund Burke, to-morrow with Dr. Nugent, and the +next day with Topham Beauclerc; but I'll tell you +what I'll do for you, I'll dine with you on Saturday." +Kelly told this story as against Goldsmith; but surely +there is not so much ostentation in the reply. Directly +after <i>Tristram Shandy</i> was published, Sterne found +himself fourteen deep in dinner engagements: why +should not the author of the <i>Traveller</i> and the <i>Vicar</i> +and the <i>Good-natured Man</i> have his engagements also? +And perhaps it was but right that Mr. Kelly, who was +after all only a critic and scribbler, though he had +written a play which was for the moment enjoying an +undeserved popularity, should be given to understand +that Dr. Goldsmith was not to be asked to a hole-and-corner +chop at a moment's notice. To-day he dines +with Mr. Burke; to-morrow with Dr. Nugent; the +day after with Mr. Beauclerc. If you wish to have the +honour of his company, you may choose a day after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +that; and then, with his new wig, with his coat of +Tyrian bloom and blue silk breeches, with a smart +sword at his side, his gold-headed cane in his hand, +and his hat under his elbow, he will present himself +in due course. Dr. Goldsmith is announced, and +makes his grave bow; this is the man of genius about +whom all the town is talking; the friend of Burke, of +Reynolds, of Johnson, of Hogarth; this is not the ragged +Irishman who was some time ago earning a crust by +running errands for an apothecary.</p> + +<p>Goldsmith's grand airs, however, were assumed but +seldom; and they never imposed on anybody. His +acquaintances treated him with a familiarity which +testified rather to his good-nature than to their good +taste. Now and again, indeed, he was prompted to +resent this familiarity; but the effort was not successful. +In the "high jinks" to which he good-humouredly resorted +for the entertainment of his guests he permitted +a freedom which it was afterwards not very easy to +discard; and as he was always ready to make a butt of +himself for the amusement of his friends and acquaintances, +it came to be recognised that anybody was allowed +to play off a joke on "Goldy." The jokes, such of them +as have been put on record, are of the poorest sort. The +horse-collar is never far off. One gladly turns from +these dismal humours of the tavern and the club to the +picture of Goldsmith's enjoying what he called a "Shoemaker's +Holiday" in the company of one or two chosen +intimates. Goldsmith, baited and bothered by the wits +of a public-house, became a different being when he had +assumed the guidance of a small party of chosen friends +bent on having a day's frugal pleasure. We are indebted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +to one Cooke, a neighbour of Goldsmith's in the Temple, +not only for a most interesting description of one of +those shoemaker's holidays, but also for the knowledge +that Goldsmith had even now begun writing the <i>Deserted +Village</i>, which was not published till 1770, two years +later. Goldsmith, though he could turn out plenty of +manufactured stuff for the booksellers, worked slowly +at the special story or poem with which he meant to +"strike for honest fame." This Mr. Cooke, calling on +him one morning, discovered that Goldsmith had that +day written these ten lines of the <i>Deserted Village</i>:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seats of my youth, when every sport could please,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How often have I loitered o'er thy green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where humble happiness endeared each scene!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How often have I paused on every charm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The never-failing brook, the busy mill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The decent church, that topt the neighbouring hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For talking age and whispering lovers made!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Come," said he, "let me tell you this is no bad +morning's work; and now, my dear boy, if you are +not better engaged, I should be glad to enjoy a shoemaker's +holiday with you." "A shoemaker's holiday," +continues the writer of these reminiscences, "was a +day of great festivity to poor Goldsmith, and was spent +in the following innocent manner. Three or four of +his intimate friends rendezvoused at his chambers to +breakfast about ten o'clock in the morning; at eleven +they proceeded by the City Road and through the fields<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +to Highbury Barn to dinner; about six o'clock in the +evening they adjourned to White Conduit House to drink +tea; and concluded by supping at the Grecian or Temple +Exchange coffee-house or at the Globe in Fleet Street. +There was a very good ordinary of two dishes and pastry +kept at Highbury Barn about this time at tenpence per +head, including a penny to the waiter; and the company +generally consisted of literary characters, a few Templars, +and some citizens who had left off trade. The whole +expenses of the day's fete never exceeded a crown, and +oftener were from three-and-sixpence to four shillings; +for which the party obtained good air and exercise, +good living, the example of simple manners, and good +conversation."</p> + +<p>It would have been well indeed for Goldsmith had he +been possessed of sufficient strength of character to +remain satisfied with these simple pleasures, and to +have lived the quiet and modest life of a man of letters +on such income as he could derive from the best work +he could produce. But it is this same Mr. Cooke who +gives decisive testimony as to Goldsmith's increasing +desire to "shine" by imitating the expenditure of the +great; the natural consequence of which was that he +only plunged himself into a morass of debt, advances, +contracts for hack-work, and misery. "His debts rendered +him at times so melancholy and dejected, that I +am sure he felt himself a very unhappy man." Perhaps +it was with some sudden resolve to flee from temptation, +and grapple with the difficulties that beset him, that he, +in conjunction with another Temple neighbour, Mr. +Bott, rented a cottage some eight miles down the Edgware +Road; and here he set to work on the <i>History of Rome</i>,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +which he was writing for Davies. Apart from this +hack-work, now rendered necessary by his debt, it is +probable that one strong inducement leading him to +this occasional seclusion was the progress he might be +able to make with the <i>Deserted Village</i>. Amid all his +town gaieties and country excursions, amid his dinners +and suppers and dances, his borrowings, and contracts, +and the hurried literary produce of the moment, he +never forgot what was due to his reputation as an English +poet. The journalistic bullies of the day might vent +their spleen and envy on him; his best friends might +smile at his conversational failures; the wits of the +tavern might put up the horse-collar as before; but at +least he had the consolation of his art. No one better +knew than himself the value of those finished and musical +lines he was gradually adding to the beautiful poem, +the grace, and sweetness, and tender, pathetic charm of +which make it one of the literary treasures of the English +people.</p> + +<p>The sorrows of debt were not Goldsmith's only +trouble at this time. For some reason or other he seems +to have become the especial object of spiteful attack on +the part of the literary cut-throats of the day. And +Goldsmith, though he might listen with respect to the +wise advice of Johnson on such matters, was never able +to cultivate Johnson's habit of absolute indifference to +anything that might be said or sung of him. "The +Kenricks, Campbells, MacNicols, and Hendersons," +says Lord Macaulay—speaking of Johnson, "did their +best to annoy him, in the hope that he would give them +importance by answering them." But the reader will in +vain search his works for any allusion to Kenrick or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +Campbell, to MacNicol or Henderson. One Scotchman, +bent on vindicating the fame of Scotch learning, +defied him to the combat in a detestable Latin hexameter—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Maxime, si tu vis, cupio contendere tecum.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But Johnson took no notice of the challenge. He had +learned, both from his own observation and from literary +history, in which he was deeply read, that the place of +books in the public estimation is fixed, not by what is +written about them, but by what is written in them; +and that an author whose works are likely to live, is +very unwise if he stoops to wrangle with detractors +whose works are certain to die. He always maintained +that fame was a shuttlecock which could be kept up only +by being beaten back, as well as beaten forward, and +which would soon fall if there were only one battledore. +No saying was oftener in his mouth than that fine +apophthegm of Bentley, that no man was ever written +down but by himself.</p> + +<p>It was not given to Goldsmith to feel "like the +Monument" on any occasion whatsoever. He was +anxious to have the esteem of his friends; he was +sensitive to a degree; denunciation or malice, begotten +of envy that Johnson would have passed unheeded, +wounded him to the quick. "The insults to +which he had to submit," Thackeray wrote with a quick +and warm sympathy, "are shocking to read of—slander, +contumely, vulgar satire, brutal malignity perverting +his commonest motives and actions: he had his share +of these, and one's anger is roused at reading of them, +as it is at seeing a woman insulted or a child assaulted,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +at the notion that a creature so very gentle, and weak, +and full of love should have had to suffer so." Goldsmith's +revenge, his defence of himself, his appeal to the +public, were the <i>Traveller</i>, the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>, the +<i>Deserted Village</i>; but these came at long intervals; and +in the meantime he had to bear with the anonymous +malignity that pursued him as best he might. No +doubt, when Burke was entertaining him at dinner; and +when Johnson was openly deferring to him in conversation +at the Club; and when Reynolds was painting his +portrait, he could afford to forget Mr. Kenrick and the +rest of the libelling clan.</p> + +<p>The occasions on which Johnson deferred to Goldsmith +in conversation were no doubt few; but at all events +the bludgeon of the great Cham would appear to have +come down less frequently on "honest Goldy" than on +the other members of that famous coterie. It could +come down heavily enough. "Sir," said an incautious +person, "drinking drives away care, and makes us forget +whatever is disagreeable. Would not you allow a man to +drink for that reason?" "Yes, sir," was the reply, "if +he sat next <i>you</i>." Johnson, however, was considerate +towards Goldsmith, partly because of his affection for +him, and partly because he saw under what disadvantages +Goldsmith entered the lists. For one thing, the conversation +of those evenings would seem to have drifted continually +into the mere definition of phrases. Now +Johnson had spent years of his life, during the compilation +of his Dictionary, in doing nothing else but +defining; and, whenever the dispute took a phraseological +turn, he had it all his own way. Goldsmith, on the +other hand, was apt to become confused in his eager<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +self-consciousness. "Goldsmith," said Johnson to Boswell, +"should not be for ever attempting to shine in +conversation; he has not temper for it, he is so much +mortified when he fails.... When he contends, if he +gets the better, it is a very little addition to a man of +his literary reputation: if he does not get the better, he +is miserably vexed." Boswell, nevertheless, admits that +Goldsmith was "often very fortunate in his witty contests, +even when he entered the lists with Johnson +himself," and goes on to tell how Goldsmith, relating +the fable of the little fishes who petitioned Jupiter, and +perceiving that Johnson was laughing at him, immediately +said, "Why, Dr. Johnson, this is not so easy as you +seem to think; for if you were to make little fishes talk, +they would talk like <span class="smcap">whales</span>." Who but Goldsmith +would have dared to play jokes on the sage? At supper +they have rumps and kidneys. The sage expresses his +approval of "the pretty little things;" but profoundly +observes that one must eat a good many of them before +being satisfied. "Ay, but how many of them," asks +Goldsmith, "would reach to the moon?" The sage +professes his ignorance; and, indeed, remarks that that +would exceed even Goldsmith's calculations; when the +practical joker observes, "Why, <i>one</i>, sir, if it were +long enough." Johnson was completely beaten on this +occasion. "Well, sir, I have deserved it. I should +not have provoked so foolish an answer by so foolish a +question."</p> + +<p>It was Johnson himself, moreover, who told the story +of Goldsmith and himself being in Poets' Corner; of his +saying to Goldsmith</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Forsitan et nostrum nomen miscebitur istis,"<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>and of Goldsmith subsequently repeating the quotation +when, having walked towards Fleet Street, they were +confronted by the heads on Temple Bar. Even when +Goldsmith was opinionated and wrong, Johnson's contradiction +was in a manner gentle. "If you put a tub +full of blood into a stable, the horses are like to go +mad," observed Goldsmith. "I doubt that," was Johnson's +reply. "Nay, sir, it is a fact well authenticated." +Here Thrale interposed to suggest that Goldsmith should +have the experiment tried in the stable; but Johnson +merely said that, if Goldsmith began making these experiments, +he would never get his book written at all. +Occasionally, of course, Goldsmith was tossed and gored +just like another. "But, sir," he had ventured to say, +in opposition to Johnson, "when people live together +who have something as to which they disagree, and +which they want to shun, they will be in the situation +mentioned in the story of Bluebeard, 'You may look +into all the chambers but one.' But we should have the +greatest inclination to look into that chamber, to talk +of that subject." Here, according to Boswell, Johnson +answered in a loud voice, "Sir, I am not saying that <i>you</i> +could live in friendship with a man from whom you differ +as to one point; I am only saying that <i>I</i> could do it." +But then again he could easily obtain pardon from the +gentle Goldsmith for any occasional rudeness. One +evening they had a sharp passage of arms at dinner; +and thereafter the company adjourned to the Club, where +Goldsmith sate silent and depressed. "Johnson perceived +this," says Boswell, "and said aside to some of +us, 'I'll make Goldsmith forgive me'; and then called to +him in a loud voice, 'Dr. Goldsmith, something passed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +to-day where you and I dined: I ask your pardon.' +Goldsmith answered placidly, 'It must be much from +you, sir, that I take ill.' And so at once the difference +was over, and they were on as easy terms as ever, and +Goldsmith rattled away as usual." For the rest, Johnson +was the constant and doughty champion of Goldsmith +as a man of letters. He would suffer no one to doubt +the power and versatility of that genius which he had +been amongst the first to recognise and encourage. +"Whether, indeed, we take him as a poet, as a comic +writer, or as an historian," he announced to an assemblage +of distinguished persons met together at dinner at +Mr. Beauclerc's, "<i>he stands in the first class</i>." And there +was no one living who dared dispute the verdict—at +least in Johnson's hearing.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + +<h3>The Deserted Village.</h3> +<p>But it is time to return to the literary performances +that gained for this uncouth Irishman so great an +amount of consideration from the first men of his time. +The engagement with Griffin about the <i>History of +Animated Nature</i> was made at the beginning of 1769. +The work was to occupy eight volumes; and Dr. +Goldsmith was to receive eight hundred guineas for the +complete copyright. Whether the undertaking was +originally a suggestion of Griffin's, or of Goldsmith's own, +does not appear. If it was the author's, it was probably +only the first means that occurred to him of getting +another advance; and that advance—£500 on account—he +did actually get. But if it was the suggestion of +the publisher, Griffin must have been a bold man. A +writer whose acquaintance with animated nature was +such as to allow him to make the "insidious tiger" a +denizen of the backwoods of Canada,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> was not a very +safe authority. But perhaps Griffin had consulted +Johnson before making this bargain; and we know that +Johnson, though continually remarking on Goldsmith's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +extraordinary ignorance of facts, was of opinion that +the <i>History of Animated Nature</i> would be "as entertaining +as a Persian tale." However, Goldsmith—no doubt +after he had spent the five hundred guineas—tackled the +work in earnest. When Boswell subsequently went out +to call on him at another rural retreat he had taken on +the Edgware Road, Boswell and Mickle, the translator +of the <i>Lusiad</i>, found Goldsmith from home; "but, +having a curiosity to see his apartment, we went in and +found curious scraps of descriptions of animals scrawled +upon the wall with a black-lead pencil." Meanwhile, +this <i>Animated Nature</i> being in hand, the <i>Roman History</i> +was published, and was very well received by the critics +and by the public. "Goldsmith's abridgment," Johnson +declared, "is better than that of Lucius Florus or +Eutropius; and I will venture to say that if you +compare him with Vertot, in the same places of the +<i>Roman History</i>, you will find that he excels Vertot. +Sir, he has the art of compiling, and of saying everything +he has to say in a pleasing manner."</p> +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> See <i>Citizen of the World</i>, Letter XVII.</p></div></div> + +<p>So thought the booksellers too; and the success of the +<i>Roman History</i> only involved him in fresh projects of +compilation. By an offer of £500 Davies induced him to +lay aside for the moment the <i>Animated Nature</i> and begin +"An History of England, from the Birth of the British +Empire to the death of George the Second, in four +volumes octavo." He also about this time undertook to +write a Life of Thomas Parnell. Here, indeed, was +plenty of work, and work promising good pay; but the +depressing thing is that Goldsmith should have been the +man who had to do it. He may have done it better +than any one else could have done—indeed, looking over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +the results of all that drudgery, we recognise now the +happy turns of expression which were never long absent +from Goldsmith's prose-writing—but the world could +well afford to sacrifice all the task-work thus got through +for another poem like the <i>Deserted Village</i> or the <i>Traveller</i>. +Perhaps Goldsmith considered he was making a fair compromise +when, for the sake of his reputation, he devoted +a certain portion of his time to his poetical work, and +then, to have money for fine clothes and high jinks, gave +the rest to the booksellers. One critic, on the appearance +of the <i>Roman History</i>, referred to the <i>Traveller</i>, +and remarked that it was a pity that the "author of one +of the best poems that has appeared since those of Mr. +Pope, should not apply wholly to works of imagination." +We may echo that regret now; but Goldsmith would at +the time have no doubt replied that, if he had trusted to +his poems, he would never have been able to pay £400 +for chambers in the Temple. In fact he said as much +to Lord Lisburn at one of the Academy dinners: "I +cannot afford to court the draggle-tail muses, my Lord; +they would let me starve; but by my other labours I +can make shift to eat, and drink, and have good clothes." +And there is little use in our regretting now that Goldsmith +was not cast in a more heroic mould; we have to +take him as he is; and be grateful for what he has +left us.</p> + +<p>It is a grateful relief to turn from these booksellers' +contracts and forced labours to the sweet clear note +of singing that one finds in the <i>Deserted Village</i>. +This poem, after having been repeatedly announced and +as often withdrawn for further revision, was at last +published on the 26th of May, 1770, when Goldsmith<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +was in his forty-second year. The leading idea of it +he had already thrown out in certain lines in the +<i>Traveller</i>:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lead stern depopulation in her train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And over fields where scattered hamlets rose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In barren solitary pomp repose?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have we not seen at pleasure's lordly call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The smiling long-frequented village fall?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The modest matron, and the blushing maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forced from their homes, a melancholy train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To traverse climes beyond the western main;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Niagara stuns with thundering sound?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>—and elsewhere, in recorded conversations of his, we +find that he had somehow got it into his head that the +accumulation of wealth in a country was the parent of +all evils, including depopulation. We need not stay +here to discuss Goldsmith's position as a political economist; +even although Johnson seems to sanction his +theory in the four lines he contributed to the end of the +poem. Nor is it worth while returning to that objection +of Lord Macaulay's which has already been mentioned +in these pages, further than to repeat that the poor Irish +village in which Goldsmith was brought up, no doubt +looked to him as charming as any Auburn, when he +regarded it through the softening and beautifying mist<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +of years. It is enough that the abandonment by a +number of poor people of the homes in which they and +theirs have lived their lives, is one of the most pathetic +facts in our civilisation; and that out of the various +circumstances surrounding this forced migration Goldsmith +has made one of the most graceful and touching +poems in the English language. It is clear bird-singing; +but there is a pathetic note in it. That imaginary +ramble through the Lissoy that is far away has recalled +more than his boyish sports; it has made him look back +over his own life—the life of an exile.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To husband out life's taper at the close,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keep the flame from wasting by repose:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I still had hopes, for pride attends us still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around my fire an evening group to draw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pants to the place from whence at first he flew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I still had hopes, my long vexations past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here to return—and die at home at last."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Who can doubt that it was of Lissoy he was thinking? +Sir Walter Scott, writing a generation ago, said that +"the church which tops the neighbouring hill," the +mill and the brook were still to be seen in the Irish +village; and that even</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The hawthorn bush with seats beneath the shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For talking age and whispering lovers made,"<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>had been identified by the indefatigable tourist, and +was of course being cut to pieces to make souvenirs. +But indeed it is of little consequence whether we say +that Auburn is an English village, or insist that it is +only Lissoy idealised, as long as the thing is true in +itself. And we know that this is true: it is not that +one sees the place as a picture, but that one seems to +be breathing its very atmosphere, and listening to +the various cries that thrill the "hollow silence."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up yonder hill the village murmur rose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, as I past with careless steps and slow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mingling notes came softened from below;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sober herd that lowed to meet their young,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The playful children just let loose from school,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the loud laugh that spake the vacant mind."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Nor is it any romantic and impossible peasantry that +is gradually brought before us. There are no Norvals in +Lissoy. There is the old woman—Catherine Geraghty, +they say, was her name—who gathered cresses in the +ditches near her cabin. There is the village preacher +whom Mrs. Hodson, Goldsmith's sister, took to be a +portrait of their father; but whom others have identified +as Henry Goldsmith, and even as the uncle Contarine: +they may all have contributed. And then comes Paddy +Byrne. Amid all the pensive tenderness of the poem +this description of the schoolmaster, with its strokes of +demure humour, is introduced with delightful effect.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The village master taught his little school.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A man severe he was, and stern to view;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I knew him well, and every truant knew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The day's disasters in his morning face;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full well the busy whisper circling round<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The love he bore to learning was in fault;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The village all declared how much he knew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And e'en the story ran that he could gauge:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While words of learned length and thundering sound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That one small head could carry all he knew."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>All this is so simple and natural that we cannot fail to +believe in the reality of Auburn, or Lissoy, or whatever +the village may be supposed to be. We visit the clergyman's +cheerful fireside; and look in on the noisy school; +and sit in the evening in the ale house to listen to the +profound politics talked there. But the crisis comes. +Auburn <i>delenda est</i>. Here, no doubt, occurs the least +probable part of the poem. Poverty of soil is a common +cause of emigration; land that produces oats (when +it can produce oats at all) three-fourths mixed with +weeds, and hay chiefly consisting of rushes, naturally<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +discharges its surplus population as families increase; +and though the wrench of parting is painful enough, +the usual result is a change from starvation to competence. +It more rarely happens that a district of +peace and plenty, such as Auburn was supposed to see +around it, is depopulated to add to a great man's estate.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">"The man of wealth and pride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Takes up a space that many poor supplied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds:<br /></span> +</div></div> +<hr class="hr1" /> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His seat, where solitary sports are seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Indignant spurns the cottage from the green:"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>—and so forth. This seldom happens; but it does +happen; and it has happened, in our own day, in +England. It is within the last twenty years that an +English landlord, having faith in his riches, bade a +village be removed and cast elsewhere, so that it should +no longer be visible from his windows: and it was forthwith +removed. But any solitary instance like this is +not sufficient to support the theory that wealth and +luxury are inimical to the existence of a hardy peasantry; +and so we must admit, after all, that it is poetical +exigency rather than political economy that has decreed +the destruction of the loveliest village of the plain. +Where, asks the poet, are the driven poor to find refuge, +when even the fenceless commons are seized upon and +divided by the rich? In the great cities?—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To see profusion that he must not share;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see ten thousand baneful arts combined<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To pamper luxury and thin mankind."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>It is in this description of a life in cities that there +occurs an often-quoted passage, which has in it one of +the most perfect lines in English poetry:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i16">"Ah, turn thine eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has wept at tales of innocence distrest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Near her betrayer's door she lays her head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When idly first, ambitious of the town,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She left her wheel and robes of country brown."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Goldsmith wrote in a pre-Wordsworthian age, when, +even in the realms of poetry, a primrose was not much +more than a primrose; but it is doubtful whether, either +before, during, or since Wordsworth's time the sentiment +that the imagination can infuse into the common +and familiar things around us ever received more happy +expression than in the well-known line,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<i>Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>No one has as yet succeeded in defining accurately and +concisely what poetry is; but at all events this line is +surcharged with a certain quality which is conspicuously +absent in such a production as the <i>Essay on Man</i>. +Another similar line is to be found further on in the +description of the distant scenes to which the proscribed +people are driven:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Indeed, the pathetic side of emigration has never been +so powerfully presented to us as in this poem—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"When the poor exiles, every pleasure past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hung round the bowers, and fondly looked their last,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And took a long farewell, and wished in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For seats like these beyond the western main,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shuddering still to face the distant deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Returned and wept, and still returned to weep.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<hr class="hr1" /> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see the rural virtues leave the land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That idly waiting flaps with every gale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Downward they move a melancholy band,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Contented toil, and hospitable care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kind connubial tenderness are there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And piety with wishes placed above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And steady loyalty, and faithful love."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>And worst of all, in this imaginative departure, we find +that Poetry herself is leaving our shores. She is now to +try her voice</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"On Torno's cliffs or Pambamarca's side;"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>and the poet, in the closing lines of the poem, bids her +a passionate and tender farewell:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still first to fly where sensual joys invade;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span><span class="i0">Unfit in these degenerate times of shame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My shame in crowds, my solitary pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell, and O! where'er thy voice be tried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether where equinoctial fervours glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or winter wraps the polar world in snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still let thy voice, prevailing over time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Redress the rigours of the inclement clime;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Teach him, that states of native strength possest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though very poor, may still be very blest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ocean sweeps the laboured mole away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While self-dependent power can time defy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As rocks resist the billows and the sky."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>So ends this graceful, melodious, tender poem, the position +of which in English literature, and in the estimation +of all who love English literature, has not been disturbed +by any fluctuations of literary fashion. We may give more +attention at the moment to the new experiments of the +poetic method; but we return only with renewed gratitude +to the old familiar strain, not the least merit of +which is that it has nothing about it of foreign tricks or +graces. In English literature there is nothing more +thoroughly English than these writings produced by an +Irishman. And whether or not it was Paddy Byrne, +and Catherine Geraghty, and the Lissoy ale-house that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +Goldsmith had in his mind when he was writing the +poem, is not of much consequence: the manner and +language and feeling are all essentially English; so that +we never think of calling Goldsmith anything but an +English poet.</p> + +<p>The poem met with great and immediate success. Of +course everything that Dr. Goldsmith now wrote +was read by the public; he had not to wait for the +recommendation of the reviews; but, in this case, even +the reviews had scarcely anything but praise in the +welcome of his new book. It was dedicated, in graceful +and ingenious terms, to Sir Joshua Reynolds, who +returned the compliment by painting a picture and +placing on the engraving of it this inscription: "This +attempt to express a character in the <i>Deserted Village</i> is +dedicated to Dr. Goldsmith by his sincere friend and +admirer, Sir Joshua Reynolds." What Goldsmith got +from Griffin for the poem is not accurately known; and +this is a misfortune, for the knowledge would have +enabled us to judge whether at that time it was possible +for a poet to court the draggle-tail muses without risk +of starvation. But if fame were his chief object in the +composition of the poem, he was sufficiently rewarded; +and it is to be surmised that by this time the people in +Ireland—no longer implored to get subscribers—had +heard of the proud position won by the vagrant youth +who had "taken the world for his pillow" some eighteen +years before.</p> + +<p>That his own thoughts had sometimes wandered +back to the scenes and friends of his youth during +this labour of love, we know from his letters. In +January of this year, while as yet the <i>Deserted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +Village</i> was not quite through the press, he wrote +to his brother Maurice; and expressed himself as most +anxious to hear all about the relatives from whom he +had been so long parted. He has something to say +about himself too; wishes it to be known that the King +has lately been pleased to make him Professor of Ancient +History "in a Royal Academy of Painting which he has +just established;" but gives no very flourishing account +of his circumstances. "Honours to one in my situation +are something like ruffles to a man that wants a shirt." +However, there is some small legacy of fourteen or +fifteen pounds left him by his uncle Contarine, which +he understands to be in the keeping of his cousin +Lawder; and to this wealth he is desirous of foregoing +all claim: his relations must settle how it may be best +expended. But there is not a reference to his literary +achievements, or the position won by them; not the +slightest yielding to even a pardonable vanity; it is a +modest, affectionate letter. The only hint that Maurice +Goldsmith receives of the esteem in which his brother +is held in London, is contained in a brief mention of +Johnson, Burke, and others as his friends. "I have +sent my cousin Jenny a miniature picture of myself, +as I believe it is the most acceptable present I can offer. +I have ordered it to be left for her at George Faulkenor's, +folded in a letter. The face, you well know, is ugly +enough; but it is finely painted. I will shortly also +send my friends over the Shannon some mezzotinto +prints of myself, and some more of my friends here, +such as Burke, Johnson, Reynolds, and Colman. I +believe I have written an hundred letters to different +friends in your country, and never received an answer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +from any of them. I do not know how to account for +this, or why they are unwilling to keep up for me those +regards which I must ever retain for them." The +letter winds up with an appeal for news, news, +news.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.</h2> + +<h3>OCCASIONAL WRITINGS.</h3> +<p>Some two months after the publication of the <i>Deserted +Village</i>, when its success had been well assured, +Goldsmith proposed to himself the relaxation of a little +Continental tour; and he was accompanied by three +ladies, Mrs. Horneck and her two pretty daughters, +who doubtless took more charge of him than he did +of them. This Mrs. Horneck, the widow of a certain +Captain Horneck, was connected with Reynolds, while +Burke was the guardian of the two girls; so that it +was natural that they should make the acquaintance +of Dr. Goldsmith. A foolish attempt has been made +to weave out of the relations supposed to exist between +the younger of the girls and Goldsmith an imaginary +romance; but there is not the slightest actual foundation +for anything of the kind. Indeed the best guide +we can have to the friendly and familiar terms on which +he stood with regard to the Hornecks and their circle, +is the following careless and jocular reply to a chance +invitation sent him by the two sisters:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">"Your mandate I got,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">You may all go to pot;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span><span class="i8">Had your senses been right,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">You'd have sent before night;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">As I hope to be saved,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">I put off being shaved;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">For I could not make bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">While the matter was cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">To meddle in suds,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Or to put on my duds;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">So tell Horneck and Nesbitt<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And Baker and his bit,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And Kauffman beside,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And the Jessamy bride;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">With the rest of the crew,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">The Reynoldses two,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Little Comedy's face<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And the Captain in lace.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<hr class="hr1" /> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">Yet how can I when vext<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Thus stray from my text?<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Tell each other to rue<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Your Devonshire crew,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">For sending so late<br /></span> +<span class="i8">To one of my state.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">But 'tis Reynolds's way<br /></span> +<span class="i8">From wisdom to stray,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And Angelica's whim<br /></span> +<span class="i8">To be frolic like him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, alas! your good worships, how could they be wiser,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When both have been spoiled in to-day's <i>Advertiser</i>?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"The Jessamy Bride" was the pet nickname he had +bestowed on the younger Miss Horneck—the heroine of +the speculative romance just mentioned; "Little +Comedy" was her sister; "the Captain in lace" their +brother, who was in the Guards. No doubt Mrs. +Horneck and her daughters were very pleased to have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +with them on this Continental trip so distinguished a +person as Dr. Goldsmith; and he must have been +very ungrateful if he was not glad to be provided with +such charming companions. The story of the sudden +envy he displayed of the admiration excited by the two +handsome young Englishwomen as they stood at a +hotel-window in Lille, is so incredibly foolish that it +needs scarcely be repeated here; unless to repeat the +warning that, if ever anybody was so dense as not to +see the humour of that piece of acting, one had better +look with grave suspicion on every one of the stories +told about Goldsmith's vanities and absurdities.</p> + +<p>Even with such pleasant companions, the trip to Paris +was not everything he had hoped. "I find," he wrote +to Reynolds from Paris, "that travelling at twenty and +at forty are very different things. I set out with all +my confirmed habits about me, and can find nothing +on the Continent so good as when I formerly left it. +One of our chief amusements here is scolding at everything +we meet with, and praising every thing and every +person we left at home. You may judge therefore +whether your name is not frequently bandied at table +among us. To tell you the truth, I never thought I +could regret your absence so much, as our various +mortifications on the road have often taught me to do. +I could tell you of disasters and adventures without +number, of our lying in barns, and of my being half +poisoned with a dish of green peas, of our quarrelling +with postilions and being cheated by our landladies, but +I reserve all this for a happy hour which I expect to +share with you upon my return." The fact is that +although Goldsmith had seen a good deal of foreign<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +travel, the manner of his making the grand tour in his +youth was not such as to fit him for acting as courier to +a party of ladies. However, if they increased his +troubles, they also shared them; and in this same letter +he bears explicit testimony to the value of their companionship. +"I will soon be among you, better pleased +with my situation at home than I ever was before. And +yet I must say, that if anything could make France +pleasant, the very good women with whom I am at +present would certainly do it. I could say more about +that, but I intend showing them this letter before I +send it away." Mrs. Horneck, Little Comedy, the +Jessamy Bride, and the Professor of Ancient History at +the Royal Academy, all returned to London; the last to +resume his round of convivialities at taverns, excursions +into regions of more fashionable amusement along +with Reynolds, and task-work aimed at the pockets of +the booksellers.</p> + +<p>It was a happy-go-lucky sort of life. We find him +now showing off his fine clothes and his sword and wig +at Ranelagh Gardens, and again shut up in his chambers +compiling memoirs and histories in hot haste; now the +guest of Lord Clare, and figuring at Bath, and again +delighting some small domestic circle by his quips and +cranks; playing jokes for the amusement of children, +and writing comic letters in verse to their elders; +everywhere and at all times merry, thoughtless, good-natured. +And, of course, we find also his humorous +pleasantries being mistaken for blundering stupidity. +In perfect good faith Boswell describes how a number +of people burst out laughing when Goldsmith publicly +complained that he had met Lord Camden at Lord<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +Clare's house in the country, "and he took no more +notice of me than if I had been an ordinary man." +Goldsmith's claiming to be a very extraordinary person +was precisely a stroke of that humorous self-depreciation +in which he was continually indulging; and the +Jessamy Bride has left it on record that "on many +occasions, from the peculiar manner of his humour, and +assumed frown of countenance, what was often uttered +in jest was mistaken by those who did not know him +for earnest." This would appear to have been one of +those occasions. The company burst out laughing at +Goldsmith's having made a fool of himself; and Johnson +was compelled to come to his rescue. "Nay, gentlemen, +Dr. Goldsmith is in the right. A nobleman ought +to have made up to such a man as Goldsmith; and I +think it is much against Lord Camden that he neglected +him."</p> + +<p>Mention of Lord Clare naturally recalls the <i>Haunch +of Venison</i>. Goldsmith was particularly happy in writing +bright and airy verses; the grace and lightness of his +touch has rarely been approached. It must be confessed, +however, that in this direction he was somewhat of an +Autolycus; unconsidered trifles he freely appropriated; +but he committed these thefts with scarcely any concealment, +and with the most charming air in the world. +In fact some of the snatches of verse which he contributed +to the <i>Bee</i> scarcely profess to be anything else +than translations, though the originals are not given. +But who is likely to complain when we get as the result +such a delightful piece of nonsense as the famous Elegy +on that Glory of her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize, which has +been the parent of a vast progeny since Goldsmith's time?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Good people all, with one accord<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lament for Madam Blaize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who never wanted a good word,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From those who spoke her praise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The needy seldom passed her door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And always found her kind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She freely lent to all the poor,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who left a pledge behind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She strove the neighbourhood to please,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With manners wondrous winning;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never followed wicked ways,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unless when she was sinning.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"At church, in silks and satins new,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With hoop of monstrous size,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She never slumbered in her pew,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But when she shut her eyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Her love was sought, I do aver,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By twenty beaux and more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king himself has followed her,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she has walked before.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But now her wealth and finery fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her hangers-on cut short all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The doctors found, when she was dead,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her last disorder mortal.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Let us lament, in sorrow sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Kent Street well may say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That had she lived a twelvemonth more,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She had not died to-day."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The <i>Haunch of Venison</i>, on the other hand, is a poetical +letter of thanks to Lord Clare—an easy, jocular epistle, +in which the writer has a cut or two at certain of his +literary brethren. Then, as he is looking at the venison,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +and determining not to send it to any such people as +Hiffernan or Higgins, who should step in but our old +friend Beau Tibbs, or some one remarkably like him in +manner and speech?—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"While thus I debated, in reverie centred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An acquaintance, a friend as he called himself, entered;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An under-bred, fine-spoken fellow was he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he smiled as he looked at the venison and me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'What have we got here?—Why this is good eating!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your own, I suppose—or is it in waiting?'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Why, whose should it be?' cried I with a flounce;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'I get these things often'—but that was a bounce:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Some lords, my acquaintance, that settle the nation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are pleased to be kind—but I hate ostentation.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'If that be the case then,' cried he, very gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'I'm glad I have taken this house in my way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To-morrow you take a poor dinner with me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No words—I insist on't—precisely at three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll have Johnson, and Burke; all the wits will be there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My acquaintance is slight, or I'd ask my Lord Clare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now that I think on't, as I am a sinner!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We wanted this venison to make out the dinner.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What say you—a pasty? It shall, and it must,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my wife, little Kitty, is famous for crust.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here, porter! this venison with me to Mile End;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No stirring—I beg—my dear friend—my dear friend!'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus, snatching his hat, he brushed off like the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the porter and eatables followed behind."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>We need not follow the vanished venison—which did +not make its appearance at the banquet any more than +did Johnson or Burke—further than to say that if Lord +Clare did not make it good to the poet he did not deserve +to have his name associated with such a clever and +careless <i>jeu d'esprit</i>.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> + +<h3>SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER.</h3> +<p>But the writing of smart verses could not keep +Dr. Goldsmith alive, more especially as dinner-parties, +Ranelagh masquerades, and similar diversions +pressed heavily on his finances. When his <i>History of +England</i> appeared, the literary cut-throats of the day +accused him of having been bribed by the Government +to betray the liberties of the people:<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> a foolish charge. +What Goldsmith got for the <i>English History</i> was the +sum originally stipulated for, and now no doubt all +spent; with a further sum of fifty guineas for an +abridgment of the work. Then, by this time, he had +persuaded Griffin to advance him the whole of the +eight hundred guineas for the <i>Animated Nature</i>, though +he had only done about a third part of the book. At +the instigation of Newbery he had begun a story after +the manner of the <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>; but it appears +that such chapters as he had written were not deemed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +to be promising; and the undertaking was abandoned. +The fact is, Goldsmith was now thinking of another +method of replenishing his purse. The <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i> +had brought him little but reputation; the <i>Good-natured +Man</i> had brought him £500. It was to the stage that +he now looked for assistance out of the financial slough +in which he was plunged. He was engaged in writing a +comedy; and that comedy was <i>She Stoops to Conquer</i>.</p> +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> "God knows I had no thought for or against liberty in my head; +my whole aim being to make up a book of a decent size that, as +Squire Richard says, 'would do no harm to nobody.'"—Goldsmith +to Langton, September, 1771.</p></div></div> + +<p>In the Dedication to Johnson which was prefixed to +this play on its appearance in type, Goldsmith hints +that the attempt to write a comedy not of the sentimental +order then in fashion, was a hazardous thing; +and also that Colman, who saw the piece in its various +stages, was of this opinion too. Colman threw cold +water on the undertaking from the very beginning. +It was only extreme pressure on the part of Goldsmith's +friends that induced—or rather compelled—him +to accept the comedy; and that, after he had +kept the unfortunate author in the tortures of suspense +for month after month. But although Goldsmith +knew the danger, he was resolved to face it. He +hated the sentimentalists and all their works; and +determined to keep his new comedy faithful to nature, +whether people called it low or not. His object +was to raise a genuine, hearty laugh; not to write a +piece for school declamation; and he had enough confidence +in himself to do the work in his own way. Moreover +he took the earliest possible opportunity, in writing +this piece, of poking fun at the sensitive creatures who +had been shocked by the "vulgarity" of <i>The Good-natured +Man</i>. "Bravo! Bravo!" cry the jolly companions +of Tony Lumpkin, when that promising buckeen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +has finished his song at the Three Pigeons; then follows +criticism:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>First Fellow.</i> The squire has got spunk in him.</p> + +<p><i>Second Fel.</i> I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives +us nothing that's low.</p> + +<p><i>Third Fel.</i> O damn anything that's low, I cannot bear it.</p> + +<p><i>Fourth Fel.</i> The genteel thing is the genteel thing any +time: if so be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation +accordingly.</p> + +<p><i>Third Fel.</i> I likes the maxum of it, Master Muggins. +What, though I am obligated to dance a bear, a man may be +a gentleman for all that. May this be my poison, if my bear +ever dances but to the very genteelest of tunes; 'Water +Parted,' or the 'The Minuet in Ariadne.'"</p></div> + +<p>Indeed, Goldsmith, however he might figure in society, +was always capable of holding his own when he had his +pen in his hand. And even at the outset of this comedy +one sees how much he has gained in literary confidence +since the writing of the <i>Good-natured Man</i>. Here +there is no anxious stiffness at all; but a brisk, free +conversation, full of point that is not too formal, and +yet conveying all the information that has usually to be +crammed into a first scene. In taking as the groundwork +of his plot that old adventure that had befallen +himself—his mistaking a squire's house for an inn—he +was hampering himself with something that was not the +less improbable because it had actually happened; but +we begin to forget all the improbabilities through the +naturalness of the people to whom we are introduced, +and the brisk movement and life of the piece.</p> + +<p>Fashions in dramatic literature may come and go; but +the wholesome good-natured fun of <i>She Stoops to Conquer</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +is as capable of producing a hearty laugh now, as it was +when it first saw the light in Covent Garden. Tony +Lumpkin is one of the especial favourites of the theatre-going +public; and no wonder. With all the young cub's +jibes and jeers, his impudence and grimaces, one has a +sneaking love for the scapegrace; we laugh with him, +rather than at him; how can we fail to enjoy those +malevolent tricks of his when he so obviously enjoys +them himself? And Diggory—do we not owe an eternal +debt of gratitude to honest Diggory for telling us about +Ould Grouse in the gunroom, that immortal joke at +which thousands and thousands of people have roared +with laughter, though they never any one of them could +tell what the story was about? The scene in which +the old squire lectures his faithful attendants on their +manners and duties, is one of the truest bits of comedy +on the English stage:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>Mr. Hardcastle.</i> But you're not to stand so, with your +hands in your pockets. Take your hands from your pockets, +Roger; and from your head, you blockhead you. See how +Diggory carries his hands. They're a little too stiff, indeed, +but that's no great matter.</p> + +<p><i>Diggory.</i> Ay, mind how I hold them. I learned to hold +my hands this way when I was upon drill for the militia. +And so being upon drill—.</p> + +<p><i>Hard.</i> You must not be so talkative, Diggory. You +must be all attention to the guests. You must hear us talk, +and not think of talking; you must see us drink, and not +think of drinking; you must see us eat, and not think of +eating.</p> + +<p><i>Dig.</i> By the laws, your worship, that's parfectly unpossible. +Whenever Diggory sees yeating going forward, ecod, he's +always wishing for a mouthful himself.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> +<p><i>Hard.</i> Blockhead! Is not a bellyfull in the kitchen as +good as a bellyfull in the parlour? Stay your stomach with +that reflection.</p> + +<p><i>Dig.</i> Ecod, I thank your worship, I'll make a shift to stay +my stomach with a slice of cold beef in the pantry.</p> + +<p><i>Hard.</i> Diggory, you are too talkative.—Then, if I happen +to say a good thing, or tell a good story at table, you must +not all burst out a-laughing, as if you made part of the +company.</p> + +<p><i>Dig.</i> Then ecod your worship must not tell the story of +Ould Grouse in the gunroom: I can't help laughing at that—he! +he! he!—for the soul of me. We have laughed at +that these twenty years—ha! ha! ha!</p> + +<p><i>Hard.</i> Ha! ha! ha! The story is a good one. Well, +honest Diggory, you may laugh at that—but still remember +to be attentive. Suppose one of the company should call for +a glass of wine, how will you behave? A glass of wine, sir, +if-you please (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Diggory</span>).—Eh, why don't you move?</p> + +<p><i>Dig.</i> Ecod, your worship, I never have courage till I see +the eatables and drinkables brought upo' the table, and then +I'm as bauld as a lion.</p> + +<p><i>Hard.</i> What, will nobody move?</p> + +<p><i>First Serv.</i> I'm not to leave this pleace.</p> + +<p><i>Second Serv.</i> I'm sure it's no pleace of mine.</p> + +<p><i>Third Serv.</i> Nor mine, for sartain.</p> + +<p><i>Dig.</i> Wauns, and I'm sure it canna be mine."</p></div> + +<p>No doubt all this is very "low" indeed; and perhaps +Mr. Colman may be forgiven for suspecting that +the refined wits of the day would be shocked by these +rude humours of a parcel of servants. But all that can +be said in this direction was said at the time by Horace +Walpole, in a letter to a friend of his; and this criticism +is so amusing in its pretence and imbecility that it +is worth quoting at large. "Dr. Goldsmith has written +a comedy," says this profound critic, "—no, it is the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +lowest of all farces; it is not the subject I condemn, +though very vulgar, but the execution. The drift tends +to no moral, no edification of any kind—the situations, +however, are well imagined, and make one laugh in spite +of the grossness of the dialogue, the forced witticisms, +and total improbability of the whole plan and conduct. +But what disgusts me most is, that though the characters +are very low, and aim at low humour, not one of them +says a sentence that is natural, or marks any character +at all." Horace Walpole sighing for edification—from a +Covent Garden comedy! Surely, if the old gods have +any laughter left, and if they take any notice of what +is done in the literary world here below, there must +have rumbled through the courts of Olympus a guffaw of +sardonic laughter, when that solemn criticism was put +down on paper.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Colman's original fears had developed into +a sort of stupid obstinacy. He was so convinced that +the play would not succeed, that he would spend no +money in putting it on the stage; while far and wide he +announced its failure as a foregone conclusion. Under +this gloom of vaticination the rehearsals were nevertheless +proceeded with—the brunt of the quarrels among +the players falling wholly on Goldsmith, for the manager +seems to have withdrawn in despair; while all the +Johnson confraternity were determined to do what they +could for Goldsmith on the opening night. That was the +15th of March, 1773. His friends invited the author to +dinner as a prelude to the play; Dr. Johnson was in the +chair; there was plenty of gaiety. But this means of +keeping up the anxious author's spirits was not very successful. +Goldsmith's mouth, we are told by Reynolds,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +became so parched "from the agitation of his mind, +that he was unable to swallow a single mouthful." +Moreover, he could not face the ordeal of sitting through +the play; when his friends left the tavern and betook +themselves to the theatre, he went away by himself; +and was subsequently found walking in St. James's Park. +The friend who discovered him there, persuaded him that +his presence in the theatre might be useful in case of +an emergency; and ultimately got him to accompany +him to Covent Garden. When Goldsmith reached the +theatre, the fifth act had been begun.</p> + +<p>Oddly enough, the first thing he heard on entering the +stage-door was a hiss. The story goes that the poor +author was dreadfully frightened; and that in answer to +a hurried question, Colman exclaimed, "Psha! Doctor, +don't be afraid of a squib, when we have been sitting +these two hours on a barrel of gunpowder." If this +was meant as a hoax, it was a cruel one; if meant +seriously, it was untrue. For the piece had turned out +a great hit. From beginning to end of the performance +the audience were in a roar of laughter; and the single +hiss that Goldsmith unluckily heard was so markedly +exceptional, that it became the talk of the town, and +was variously attributed to one or other of Goldsmith's +rivals. Colman, too, suffered at the hands of the wits +for his gloomy and falsified predictions; and had, indeed, +to beg Goldsmith to intercede for him. It is a great pity +that Boswell was not in London at this time; for then +we might have had a description of the supper that +naturally would follow the play, and of Goldsmith's +demeanour under this new success. Besides the gratification, +moreover, of his choice of materials being<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +approved by the public, there was the material benefit +accruing to him from the three "author's nights." +These are supposed to have produced nearly five hundred +pounds—a substantial sum in those days.</p> + +<p>Boswell did not come to London till the second of +April following; and the first mention we find of Goldsmith +is in connection with an incident which has its +ludicrous as well as its regrettable aspect. The further +success of <i>She Stoops to Conquer</i> was not likely to propitiate +the wretched hole-and-corner cut-throats that infested +the journalism of that day. More especially was +Kenrick driven mad with envy; and so, in a letter addressed +to the <i>London Packet</i>, this poor creature determined +once more to set aside the judgment of the public, +and show Dr. Goldsmith in his true colours. The +letter is a wretched production, full of personalities +only fit for an angry washerwoman, and of rancour +without point. But there was one passage in it that +effectually roused Goldsmith's rage; for here the Jessamy +Bride was introduced as "the lovely H——k." The letter +was anonymous; but the publisher of the print, a man +called Evans, was known; and so Goldsmith thought +he would go and give Evans a beating. If he had +asked Johnson's advice about the matter, he would no +doubt have been told to pay no heed at all to anonymous +scurrility—certainly not to attempt to reply to it with +a cudgel. When Johnson heard that Foote meant to +"take him off," he turned to Davies and asked him what +was the common price of an oak stick; but an oak stick +in Johnson's hands, and an oak stick in Goldsmith's +Lands, were two different things. However, to the bookseller's +shop the indignant poet proceeded, in company<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +with a friend; got hold of Evans; accused him of having +insulted a young lady by putting her name in his +paper; and, when the publisher would fain have shifted +the responsibility on to the editor, forthwith denounced +him as a rascal, and hit him over the back with his cane. +The publisher, however, was quite a match for Goldsmith; +and there is no saying how the deadly combat +might have ended, had not a lamp been broken overhead, +the oil of which drenched both the warriors. This intervention +of the superior gods was just as successful as +a Homeric cloud; the fray ceased; Goldsmith and his +friend withdrew; and ultimately an action for assault +was compromised by Goldsmith's paying fifty pounds to +a charity. Then the howl of the journals arose. Their +prerogative had been assailed. "Attacks upon private +character were the most liberal existing source of newspaper +income," Mr. Forster writes; and so the pack +turned with one cry on the unlucky poet. There was +nothing of "the Monument" about poor Goldsmith; +and at last he was worried into writing a letter of defence +addressed to the public. "He has indeed done it +very well," said Johnson to Boswell, "but it is a foolish +thing well done." And further he remarked, "Why, +sir, I believe it is the first time he has <i>beat</i>; he may have +<i>been beaten</i> before. This, sir, is a new plume to him."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + +<h3>INCREASING DIFFICULTIES.—THE END.</h3> +<p>The pecuniary success of <i>She Stoops to Conquer</i> did +but little to relieve Goldsmith from those financial +embarrassments which were now weighing heavily on his +mind. And now he had less of the old high spirits that +had enabled him to laugh off the cares of debt. His +health became disordered; an old disease renewed its +attacks, and was grown more violent because of his +long-continued sedentary habits. Indeed, from this +point to the day of his death—not a long interval, +either—we find little but a record of successive endeavours, +some of them wild and hopeless enough, to +obtain money anyhow. Of course he went to the Club, +as usual; and gave dinner-parties; and had a laugh or +a song ready for the occasion. It is possible, also, to +trace a certain growth of confidence in himself, no +doubt the result of the repeated proofs of his genius +he had put before his friends. It was something more +than mere personal intimacy that justified the rebuke +he administered to Reynolds, when the latter painted an +allegorical picture representing the triumph of Beattie +and Truth over Voltaire and Scepticism. "It very ill<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +becomes a man of your eminence and character," he +said, "to debase so high a genius as Voltaire before so +mean a writer as Beattie. Beattie and his book will be +forgotten in ten years, while Voltaire's fame will last +for ever. Take care it does not perpetuate this picture, +to the shame of such a man as you." He was aware, +too, of the position he had won for himself in English +literature. He knew that people in after-days would +ask about him; and it was with no sort of unwarrantable +vainglory that he gave Percy certain materials for +a biography which he wished him to undertake. Hence +the <i>Percy Memoir</i>.</p> + +<p>He was only forty-five when he made this request; +and he had not suffered much from illness during his +life; so that there was apparently no grounds for +imagining that the end was near. But at this time +Goldsmith began to suffer severe fits of depression; and +he grew irritable and capricious of temper—no doubt +another result of failing health. He was embroiled in +disputes with the booksellers; and, on one occasion, +seems to have been much hurt because Johnson, who +had been asked to step in as arbiter, decided against +him. He was offended with Johnson on another occasion +because of his sending away certain dishes at a +dinner given to him by Goldsmith, as a hint that these +entertainments were too luxurious for one in Goldsmith's +position. It was probably owing to some temporary +feeling of this sort—perhaps to some expression of it on +Goldsmith's part—that Johnson spoke of Goldsmith's +"malice" towards him. Mrs. Thrale had suggested that +Goldsmith would be the best person to write Johnson's +biography. "The dog would write it best, to be sure,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +said Johnson, "but his particular malice towards me, +and general disregard of truth, would make the book +useless to all and injurious to my character." Of course +it is always impossible to say what measure of jocular +exaggeration there may not be in a chance phrase such +as this: of the fact that there was no serious or permanent +quarrel between the two friends we have abundant +proof in Boswell's faithful pages.</p> + +<p>To return to the various endeavours made by Goldsmith +and his friends to meet the difficulties now +closing in around him, we find, first of all, the familiar +hack-work. For two volumes of a <i>History of Greece</i> +he had received from Griffin £250. Then his friends +tried to get him a pension from the Government; but +this was definitely refused. An expedient of his own +seemed to promise well at first. He thought of bringing +out a <i>Popular Dictionary of Arts and Sciences</i>, a series +of contributions mostly by his friends, with himself as +editor; and among those who offered to assist him were +Johnson, Reynolds, Burke, and Dr. Burney. But the +booksellers were afraid. The project would involve a +large expense; and they had no high opinion of Goldsmith's +business habits. Then he offered to alter <i>The +Good-natured Man</i> for Garrick; but Garrick preferred +to treat with him for a new comedy, and generously +allowed him to draw on him for the money in advance. +This last help enabled him to go to Barton for a brief +holiday; but the relief was only temporary. On his +return to London even his nearest friends began to +observe the change in his manner. In the old days +Goldsmith had faced pecuniary difficulties with a light +heart; but now, his health broken, and every avenue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +of escape apparently closed, he was giving way to despair. +His friend Cradock, coming up to town, found Goldsmith +in a most despondent condition; and also hints that +the unhappy author was trying to conceal the true state +of affairs. "I believe," says Cradock, "he died miserable, +and that his friends were not entirely aware of +his distress."</p> + +<p>And yet it was during this closing period of anxiety, +despondency, and gloomy foreboding, that the brilliant +and humorous lines of <i>Retaliation</i> were written—that +last scintillation of the bright and happy genius that +was soon to be extinguished for ever. The most varied +accounts have been given of the origin of this <i>jeu +d'esprit</i>; and even Garrick's, which was meant to supersede +and correct all others, is self-contradictory. For +according to this version of the story, which was found +among the Garrick papers, and which is printed in +Mr. Cunningham's edition of Goldsmith's works, the +whole thing arose out of Goldsmith and Garrick resolving +one evening at the St. James's Coffee House to write +each other's epitaph. Garrick's well-known couplet was +instantly produced:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who wrote like an angel, but talked like poor Poll."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Goldsmith, according to Garrick, either would not or +could not retort at the moment; "but went to work, +and some weeks after produced the following printed +poem, called <i>Retaliation</i>." But Garrick himself goes on +to say, "The following poems in manuscript were written +by several of the gentlemen on purpose to provoke the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +Doctor to an answer, which came forth at last with great +credit to him in <i>Retaliation</i>." The most probable +version of the story, which may be pieced together from +various sources, is that at the coffee-house named this +business of writing comic epitaphs was started some +evening or other by the whole company; that Goldsmith +and Garrick pitted themselves against each other; that +thereafter Goldsmith began as occasion served to write +similar squibs about his friends, which were shown +about as they were written; that thereupon those +gentlemen, not to be behindhand, composed more +elaborate pieces in proof of their wit; and that, finally, +Goldsmith resolved to bind these fugitive lines of his +together in a poem, which he left unfinished, and which, +under the name of <i>Retaliation</i>, was published after his +death. This hypothetical account receives some confirmation +from the fact that the scheme of the poem and +its component parts do not fit together well; the introduction +looks like an after-thought; and has not the +freedom and pungency of a piece of improvisation. An +imaginary dinner is described, the guests being Garrick, +Reynolds, Burke, Cumberland, and the rest of them, +Goldsmith last of all. More wine is called for, until +the whole of his companions have fallen beneath the +table:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the <i>dead</i>."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>This is a somewhat clumsy excuse for introducing a +series of epitaphs; but the epitaphs amply atone for it. +That on Garrick is especially remarkable as a bit of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +character-sketching; its shrewd hints—all in perfect +courtesy and good humour—going a little nearer to the +truth than is common in epitaphs of any sort:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As an actor, confessed without rival to shine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As a wit, if not first, in the very first line:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The man had his failings, a dupe to his art.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beplastered with rouge his own natural red.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas only that, when he was off, he was acting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no reason on earth to go out of his way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He turned and he varied full ten times a day:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If they were not his own by finessing and trick;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who peppered the highest was surest to please.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let us be candid, and speak out our mind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How did Grub Street re-echo the shouts that you raised,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While he was be-Rosciused, and you were bepraised.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To act as an angel and mix with the skies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those poets who owe their best fame to his skill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old Shakespeare receive him with praise and with love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>The truth is that Goldsmith, though he was ready to +bless his "honest little man" when he received from +him sixty pounds in advance for a comedy not begun, +never took quite so kindly to Garrick as to some of his +other friends. There is no pretence of discrimination +at all, for example, in the lines devoted in this poem to +Reynolds. All the generous enthusiasm of Goldsmith's +Irish nature appears here; he will admit of no possible +rival to this especial friend of his:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He has not left a wiser or better behind."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>There is a tradition that the epitaph on Reynolds, +ending with the unfinished line</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"By flattery unspoiled ..."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>was Goldsmith's last piece of writing. One would like +to believe that, in any case.</p> + +<p>Goldsmith had returned to his Edgware lodgings, and +had, indeed, formed some notion of selling his chambers +in the Temple, and living in the country for at least ten +months in the year, when a sudden attack of his old +disorder drove him into town again for medical advice. +He would appear to have received some relief; but a +nervous fever followed; and on the night of the 25th +March, 1774, when he was but forty-six years of age, +he took to his bed for the last time. At first he refused +to regard his illness as serious; and insisted on dosing +himself with certain fever-powders from which he had +received benefit on previous occasions; but by and by +as his strength gave way, he submitted to the advice of +the physicians who were in attendance on him. Day<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +after day passed; his weakness visibly increasing, +though, curiously enough, the symptoms of fever were +gradually abating. At length one of the doctors, remarking +to him that his pulse was in greater disorder +than it should be from the degree of fever, asked him +if his mind was at ease. "No, it is not," answered +Goldsmith; and these were his last words. Early in +the morning of Monday, April 4, convulsions set in; +these continued for rather more than an hour; then the +troubled brain and the sick heart found rest for ever.</p> + +<p>When the news was carried to his friends, Burke, it +is said, burst into tears, and Reynolds put aside his +work for the day. But it does not appear that they +had visited him during his illness; and neither Johnson, +nor Reynolds, nor Burke, nor Garrick followed his body +to the grave. It is true, a public funeral was talked of; +and, among others, Reynolds, Burke, and Garrick were +to have carried the pall; but this was abandoned; and +Goldsmith was privately buried in the ground of the +Temple Church on the 9th of April, 1774. Strangely +enough, too, Johnson seems to have omitted all mention +of Goldsmith from his letters to Boswell. It was not +until Boswell had written to him, on June 24th, "You +have said nothing to me about poor Goldsmith," that +Johnson, writing on July 4, answered as follows:—"Of +poor dear Dr. Goldsmith there is little to be +told, more than the papers have made public. He died +of a fever, made, I am afraid, more violent by uneasiness +of mind. His debts began to be heavy, and all +his resources were exhausted. Sir Joshua is of opinion +that he owed not less than two thousand pounds. Was +ever poet so trusted before?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> + +<p>But if the greatest grief at the sudden and premature +death of Goldsmith would seem to have been shown +at the moment by certain wretched creatures who were +found weeping on the stairs leading to his chambers, it +must not be supposed that his fine friends either forgot +him, or ceased to regard his memory with a great +gentleness and kindness. Some two years after, when +a monument was about to be erected to Goldsmith in +Westminster Abbey, Johnson consented to write "the +poor dear Doctor's epitaph;" and so anxious were the +members of that famous circle in which Goldsmith +had figured, that a just tribute should be paid to his +genius, that they even ventured to send a round robin +to the great Cham desiring him to amend his first +draft. Now, perhaps, we have less interest in Johnson's +estimate of Goldsmith's genius—though it contains +the famous <i>Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit</i>—than +in the phrases which tell of the honour paid to +the memory of the dead poet by the love of his companions +and the faithfulness of his friends. It may +here be added that the precise spot where Goldsmith was +buried in the Temple churchyard is unknown. So lived +and so died Oliver Goldsmith.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>In the foregoing pages the writings of Goldsmith +have been given so prominent a place in the history +of his life that it is unnecessary to take them here +collectively and endeavour to sum up their distinctive +qualities. As much as could be said within the +limited space has, it is hoped, been said about their +genuine and tender pathos, that never at any time<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +verges on the affected or theatrical; about their quaint +delicate, delightful humour; about that broader humour +that is not afraid to provoke the wholesome laughter of +mankind by dealing with common and familiar ways, +and manners, and men; about that choiceness of diction, +that lightness and grace of touch, that lend a charm +even to Goldsmith's ordinary hack-work.</p> + +<p>Still less necessary, perhaps, is it to review the facts +and circumstances of Goldsmith's life; and to make of +them an example, a warning, or an accusation. That has +too often been done. His name has been used to glorify +a sham Bohemianism—a Bohemianism that finds it easy +to live in taverns, but does not find it easy, so far as +one sees, to write poems like the <i>Deserted Village</i>. His +experiences as an author have been brought forward to +swell the cry about neglected genius—that is, by writers +who assume their genius in order to prove the neglect. +The misery that occasionally befell him during his wayward +career has been made the basis of an accusation +against society, the English constitution, Christianity—Heaven +knows what. It is time to have done with all +this nonsense. Goldsmith resorted to the hack-work of +literature when everything else had failed him; and he +was fairly paid for it. When he did better work, when +he "struck for honest fame," the nation gave him all +the honour that he could have desired. With an assured +reputation, and with ample means of subsistence, he +obtained entrance into the most distinguished society +then in England—he was made the friend of England's +greatest in the arts and literature—and could have +confined himself to that society exclusively if he had +chosen. His temperament, no doubt, exposed him to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +suffering; and the exquisite sensitiveness of a man of +genius may demand our sympathy; but in far greater +measure is our sympathy demanded for the thousands +upon thousands of people who, from illness or nervous +excitability, suffer from quite as keen a sensitiveness +without the consolation of the fame that genius brings.</p> + +<p>In plain truth, Goldsmith himself would have been +the last to put forward pleas humiliating alike to himself +and to his calling. Instead of beseeching the State to +look after authors; instead of imploring society to grant +them "recognition;" instead of saying of himself "he +wrote, and paid the penalty;" he would frankly have +admitted that he chose to live his life his own way, and +therefore paid the penalty. This is not written with +any desire of upbraiding Goldsmith. He did choose to +live his own life his own way, and we now have the +splendid and beautiful results of his work; and the +world—looking at these with a constant admiration, and +with a great and lenient love for their author—is not +anxious to know what he did with his guineas, or +whether the milkman was ever paid. "He had raised +money and squandered it, by every artifice of acquisition +and folly of expense. <span class="smcap">But let not his frailties be +remembered: he was a very great man.</span>" This is +Johnson's wise summing up; and with it we may here +take leave of gentle Goldsmith.</p> + + +<h3>THE END.</h3> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ENGLISH MEN OF LETTERS.</h2> + +<h3>EDITED BY JOHN MORLEY.</h3> +<p><i>These Short Books are addressed to the general public +with a view both to stirring and satisfying an interest in +literature and its great topics in the minds of those who +have to run as they read. 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