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REAL LIFE NOVELS.*
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THE EROWNEIGa PABERSv*
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A similar story is told of Tom Ward , the Prince of Liciitenstein s stable-boy , who subsequently rose to be the Prune Minister of the Duke of Lucca and of Parma , under the title of Baron \ Ward . Sir Bernard < -ives a long account of this honest and shrewd Yorkshirenrm Iffis one of the most wonderful stox-ies we ever read , and has the-advantage of being literally true . That of the Bonapartist family , which follows , is , in our opinion , less wonderful , and less morally- available as an example teaching ; the value of honesty and ^ The remaining-chapters deal with the family of Maecarthy , the fortunes of JJulstrode , the vicissitudes oftheO'Melaghlin's and the Laws of Laiiriston , with the sorrows of the old Countess of Desmond , the last of her kin . In her 140 th year the elderly dowager crossed the
chanriel , and presented herself a suppliant before James I . A portrait yet exists of the aged woman , which bears , on the back , an inscription , stating the fact of her age and appearance at Court , and adding-, " Thither she came , from Bristol , to seeke relief , ye house of Desmond having been ruined by attainder . She was married in ye reigne of King Edward IV ., and in ye course of her long pilg rimage renewed her teethe twice . " She died the same year ( 1 G 04 )? " But , in the Earl of Leicester ' s " Table-Book , " it is stated , " Shoe might have lived much longer , had she not met with a kind of violent ^ death ; for she must needs climb a mitt-tree , to gather uutts , soe , falling down , she hurt her thigh , which brought a fever , and that brour' -ht death . "
The life of Do Vere , Earl of Oxford , concludes the volume . This is a race of which Lord Macaulay wrote with enthusiasm . Edward do Vere , the hero of these memoirs , was a soldier and poet , renowned in the tournaments , and at the brilliant Court of Elizabeth , and was the first who introduced perfumes and embroidered gloves into England , the first pair of which he presented to his royal Mistress , who was so charmed with the gift that she had her picture painted with these very gloves on . But he dissipated his inheritance , and his descendants have degenerated . The last Earl s son died in a miserable cottage . This volume of Sir Bernard Burke ' s is quite equal to its predecessors ; . and furnishes incidents of great value to the novelist and poet . The diligence in collecting materials is as extraordinary as the skill with which they have been treated . A more interesting book is not extant .
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nrVHIS volume consists of articles which Mr . Jerrold contributed JL to periodical and annuals , between the years 1830 and IS 10 . The admirers Of this author will be glad to have all that felTfrom his pen , although no author was more anxious than Jerrold that only his best works should be collected . No one , indeed , had a more , modest estimate of his own productions than he himself ; and Ave happen to know that he studiously concealed many dramas and other-works thai , during his earlier career he had produced , to answer the needs of the moment . We have now before us a unique copy of a series of essays equal in -bulk nearly to the present volume , which , though printed , he would never allow to be published , and -which he paid a price to have destroyed , so _ justly jealous ' was he of his reputation after he had won it by as hard an apprenticeship as any writer ever served to literature . The extreme ¦ jwU ^ rTSTTfiSTir ^^ apt and copious " powers of illustration , were all , the fruit of a life of practice , and the most earnest feeling for literature as an art . . Fastidious to an extreme with regard to his own style , he was by no means a harsh critic towards others , but we really believe that ho would , ifhe could , have had the greater proportion of his own
much doubt his knowledge of human nature ; for we found , in all his characters , more of the fanciful notions of the theatre than the endless varieties of real existence- This dramatic , or rather theatrical faculty , tended to give popularity to his productions ; for unobservant or unreflecting readers or spectators take that for true which the are assured is so ; and , doubtless , there are persons tohe found who believe the operatic ballet to represent a state of existence at some time , or in some place , of the world . - It would be exceedingly unjust to the reputation of this able and , hi many respects , fine writer , to take it as an example of his best style and his noblest thoughts , but as a link in the chain of his literary progress , for it will be interesting to the students of style ; and , to the mere reader of amusement , it certainly will yield a few hours of enjoyment .
works destroyed . . The public , however , are neither such nice nor such fastidious judges , and are more amused by the eccentricities of character and ' puno-uney of expression , than charmed by the delicacies and rehnonumts of style . The nineteen essays and articles here reprinted have a flavour of the works in which they originall y appeared being brief and slight , though the author could never write without the purpose of exposing the small vices and the indomitable selfishness tlmt pervades conventional society . The false standard of character set up by the slavishnoss of mankind , and the false idolatry of its worship ' of mere position and power , were always xjresent to . tho writer ' s mind , and ho is ever aiming showers of sarcasms utr these pests of our existence His love of the good was singularly simple , and of the old school . The women he shadows forth were rather tho native nymphs of cherry-cheeks and sloe-black eyes , than the cultivated creatures of modern existence ; and the qualities he held ii ]) as examples of human excellence are tho " unadorned and unsophisticated things of nature ' s ibrming . In so much ho belongs more to tho lust than to the present century ; and , it must be said , ho draws rather on his fancy than his experience for liis wimples .
Kvcry one of these essays has a good moral , and tends to exalt natural ' goodness and talent over mere accidental wealth and conventional claims . They nvo slight , because tho passions nro never produced in tlu-m , and the thought only pierces skin deep . Tho ih 7 ic y IW' ^ H ^ buyond 1 liis , it was seldom the wont for tho author to go ; and wo have every reason to doubt his . capability of proceeding further . His aim was to expose tho false and to uphold the genuino , nnd to this his whole life and writings tended . Ho was a true , but peculiar sntirint ; and if ho did not do his spiriting gently , ho always did it lightly ; never darkening to tho fury of a Juvenal , and never approuoiiing tho venomous rancour of Swilt . Satirist as ho was , we
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THE short , but brilliant career of Mr . Robert BroUgh , of which a brief summary is prefixed to the present volume , from the pen of Mr . Augustus Sala , naturally invests the writings Of the above-mentioned gentleman with more than ordinary interest . More than once since the death of this popular author and humorist has the public been called upon to testify their appreciation of his talents by actively sympathising with the misfortunes and sufferings of his bereaved and afflicted family . The number of untimely deaths which have lately taken place amongst some of our most able compilers of light and entertainingliterature has cast si gloom , not only around their brethren labouring 1 in the same . vineyard with themselves , but , alas ! around that portion of edification and
the public who have been accustomed to derive amusement- from the productions of their fertile . pens . Few , indeed , can escape the prevailing epidemic of grieving sincerely over tho memory of those who have fallen early martyrs to their over-zeal in contributing to the enjoyment of others ; for , in , a large majority of instances , the premature deaths of rising literary men are the immediate results of hard work , and an injudicious overtension of the whole mental system . Unfortunately , our highest and most brilliantintellectualfaculties are subject to the tyrannical laws of nature , and even the man of dazzling genius dare not break through . the regulations thus submitted for his guidance , without entailing upon iiimself the inevitable cbnsequeneesV The sad fate of Mr . BrOUgh ( whose latest literary emanation , in the shape of a novel , entitled " Marston Lynch , " we are now called upon to his friend and
notice ) , is most ably and touchingly depicted by biographer , Mr . Sala ; and it is ^ yith feelings of the deepest commiseration and most unfeigned regret , that we turn over the pages of the present ybTume , - and give the reader a slight analysis of its contents . . " The hero of this work , " Marston Lynch , " a young gentleman , of superior attainments , but who is , unfortunately , endowed with little power of self-reliance , and even less strength of mind wherewith to resist the temptations into which he is thrown by the irresistible tide of circumstances , is , at the age of eighteen , thrown apparently upon his own resources by the death of his father , Everard Lynch ; a family of distant relations , including Mr . and Mrs . Merrypebbles , and their daughter Maud , magnanimously . come forward to the assistance of their suffering kinsman , and to them he owes his first y ^ Hl-etRi-tr-iV-th ^ - g-i ^ i ^ biittin of existence . Marston is , however ,
unconsciously the heir to a considerable property , wmen , an rne commencement of the story , is held in the name of his uncle , Gregory Lynch ; this last-mentioned personage having , at the ' time of his father's death , feloniously abstracted a will , in which his own claims had been set aside for those of his nephew . Marston begins life as a painter , but subsequently discovers his jorte to be literature , and becomes , under peculiar circumstances , the editor ot a provincial satirical newspaper , in which position he achieves for himself a smart , though not exactly an enviable , reputation . Our author then becomes ambitious of metropolitan fame , migrates to London , sots to work at several dramatic compositions , and is rewarded by one or two ephemeral successes . Ho has , however , eventually to go through that fiery ordeal of misappreciation , poverty , and lacerais before
tion of . the spirit , to ' which many a mail of genius subjected ho can arrive at tho wished-for goal . We will not spoil the reader s enjoyment of this story by going too closely into the details ot the plot . SuiHee it to say , that the characters are all well conceived , and einciently developed , especially that of the villain of the drama , Don Sancho do Saumnrez , which appellative , by-thc-bye , is but ono of the numerous aliases by which this gentleman has contrived to obscure , and render a more matter of conjecture , the original cognomen handed down to him by his insulted ancestors . In short , this novel possesses a double claim to the sympathies of tho public firstly , that which is founded on its own individual merits j and , secondly , tho fact of its being tho death-bed production of an universally lamented and deservedly celebrated author .
Jfruni , JFaij Time io Jtoppinrj , by the author of " Our Farm of Pour Acres , ' ' is a remarkably well written and interesting story . Perfectly unassuming in its general details and construction it 3 iosscsHoW " thtibHhTwistiM ^ which often achieves a greater success in securing the sympathies of tho reader than fulls to the lot of more inflated and hig ; h * tonea compositions . The author has , moreover , in his present production , ¦ taken euro to keep ' nil his characters and . incidents within the linutt 11
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Leader (1850-1860), Aug. 11, 1860, page 721, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2360/page/9/
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