I pa.s.s over a page of quotation and reprobation--"Sin up to my song"--"Oh let my little bark"--"Arcades ambo"--"Writer in the Quarterly Review and himself"--"In-door avocations, indeed"--"King of Brentford"--"One nosegay"--"Perennial nosegay"--"Oh Juvenes,"--and the like.

Page 12. produces "more reasons,"--(the task ought not to have been difficult, for as yet there were none)--"to show why Mr. Bowles attributed the critique in the Quarterly to Octavius Gilchrist." All these "reasons" consist of _surmises_ of Mr. Bowles, upon the presumed character of his opponent. "He did not suppose there could exist a man in the kingdom so _impudent_, &c. &c. except Octavius Gilchrist."--"He did not think there was a man in the kingdom who would _pretend ignorance_, &c. &c. except Octavius Gilchrist."--"He did not conceive that one man in the kingdom would utter such stupid flippancy, &c. &c. except Octavius Gilchrist."--"He did not think there was one man in the kingdom who, &c. &c. could so utterly show his ignorance, _combined with conceit_, &c. as Octavius Gilchrist."--"He did not believe there was a man in the kingdom so perfect in Mr. Gilchrist's 'old lunes,'" &c. &c.--"He did not think the _mean mind_ of any one in the kingdom," &c. and so on; always beginning with "any one in the kingdom," and ending with "Octavius Gilchrist," like the word in a catch. I am not "in the kingdom," and have not been much in the kingdom since I was one and twenty, (about five years in the whole, since I was of age,) and have no desire to be in the kingdom again, whilst I breathe, nor to sleep there afterwards; and I regret nothing more than having ever been "in the kingdom" at all. But though no longer a man "in the kingdom," let me hope that when I have ceased to exist, it may be said, as was answered by the master of Clanronald's henchman, his day after the battle of Sheriff-Muir, when he was found watching his chief's body.

He was asked, "who that was?" he replied--"it was a man yesterday."

And in this capacity, "in or out of the kingdom," I must own that I partic.i.p.ate in many of the objections urged by Mr. Gilchrist. I partic.i.p.ate in his love of Pope, and in his not understanding, and occasionally finding fault with, the last editor of our last truly great poet.

One of the reproaches against Mr. Gilchrist is, that he is (it is sneeringly said) an F. S. _A_. If it will give Mr. Bowles any pleasure, I am not an F. S. A. but a Fellow of the Royal Society at his service, in case there should be any thing in that a.s.sociation also which may point a paragraph.

"There are some other reasons," but "the author is now _not_ unknown." Mr. Bowles has so totally exhausted himself upon Octavius Gilchrist, that he has not a word left for the real quarterer of his edition, although now "deterre."

The following page refers to a mysterious charge of "duplicity, in regard to the publication of Pope's letters." Till this charge is made in proper form, we have nothing to do with it: Mr. Gilchrist hints it--Mr. Bowles denies it; there it rests for the present. Mr.

Bowles professes his dislike to "Pope's duplicity, _not_ to Pope"--a distinction apparently without a difference. However, I believe that I understand him. We have a great dislike to Mr. Bowles's edition of Pope, but _not_ to Mr. Bowles; nevertheless, he takes up the subject as warmly as if it was personal. With regard to the fact of "Pope's duplicity," it remains to be proved--like Mr. Bowles's benevolence towards his memory.

In page 14. we have a large a.s.sertion, that "the 'Eloisa' alone is sufficient to convict him of _gross licentiousness_." Thus, out it comes at last. Mr. Bowles _does_ accuse Pope of "_gross_ licentiousness," and grounds the charge upon a poem. The _licentiousness_ is a "grand peut-etre," according to the turn of the times being. The grossness I deny. On the contrary, I do believe that such a subject never was, nor ever could be, treated by any poet with so much delicacy, mingled with, at the same time, such true and intense pa.s.sion. Is the "Atys" of Catullus _licentious_? No, nor even gross; and yet Catullus is often a coa.r.s.e writer. The subject is nearly the same, except that Atys was the suicide of his manhood, and Abelard the victim.

The "licentiousness" of the story was _not_ Pope's,--it was a fact.

All that it had of gross, he has softened;--all that it had of indelicate, he has purified;--all that it had of pa.s.sionate, he has beautified;--all that it had of holy, he has hallowed. Mr. Campbell has admirably marked this in a few words (I quote from memory), in drawing the distinction between Pope and Dryden, and pointing out where Dryden was wanting "I fear," says he, "that had the subject of 'Eloisa' fallen into his (Dryden's) hands, that he would have given us but a _coa.r.s.e_ draft of her pa.s.sion." Never was the delicacy of Pope so much shown as in this poem. With the facts and the letters of "Eloisa" he has done what no other mind but that of the best and purest of poets could have accomplished with such materials. Ovid, Sappho (in the Ode called hers)--all that we have of ancient, all that we have of modern poetry, sinks into nothing compared with him in this production.

Let us hear no more of this trash about "licentiousness." Is not "Anacreon" taught in our schools?--translated, praised, and edited?

Are not his Odes the amatory praises of a boy? Is not Sappho's Ode on a girl? Is not this sublime and (according to Longinus) fierce love for one of her own s.e.x? And is not Phillips's translation of it in the mouths of all your women? And are the English schools or the English women the more corrupt for all this? When you have thrown the ancients into the fire it will be time to denounce the moderns.

"Licentiousness!"--there is more real mischief and sapping licentiousness in a single French prose novel, in a Moravian hymn, or a German comedy, than in all the actual poetry that ever was penned, or poured forth, since the rhapsodies of Orpheus. The sentimental anatomy of Rousseau and Mad. de S. are far more formidable than any quant.i.ty of verse. They are so, because they sap the principles, by _reasoning_ upon the _pa.s.sions_; whereas poetry is in itself pa.s.sion, and does not systematise. It a.s.sails, but does not argue; it may be wrong, but it does not a.s.sume pretensions to Optimism.

Mr. Bowles now has the goodness "to point out the difference between a _traducer_ and him who sincerely states what he sincerely believes." He might have spared himself the trouble. The one is a liar, who lies knowingly; the other (I speak of a scandal-monger of course) lies, charitably believing that he speaks truth, and very sorry to find himself in falsehood;--because he

"Would rather that the dean should die, Than his prediction prove a lie."

After a definition of a "traducer," which was quite superfluous (though it is agreeable to learn that Mr. Bowles so well understands the character), we are a.s.sured, that "he feels equally indifferent, Mr. Gilchrist, for what your malice can invent, or your impudence utter." This is indubitable; for it rests not only on Mr. Bowles's a.s.surance, but on that of Sir Fretful Plagiary, and nearly in the same words,--"and I shall treat it with exactly the same calm indifference and philosophical contempt, and so your servant."

"One thing has given Mr. Bowles concern." It is "a pa.s.sage which might seem to reflect on the patronage a young man has received."

MIGHT seem!! The pa.s.sage alluded to expresses, that if Mr. Gilchrist be the reviewer of "a certain poet of nature," his praise and blame are equally contemptible."--Mr. Bowles, who has a peculiarly ambiguous style, where it suits him, comes off with a "_not_ to the _poet_, but the critic," &c. In my humble opinion, the pa.s.sage referred to both. Had Mr. Bowles really meant fairly, he would have said so from the first--he would have been eagerly transparent.--"A certain poet of nature" is not the style of commendation. It is the very prologue to the most scandalous paragraphs of the newspapers, when

"Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike."

"A certain high personage,"--"a certain peeress,"--"a certain ill.u.s.trious foreigner,"--what do these words ever precede, but defamation? Had he felt a spark of kindling kindness for John Clare, he would have named him. There is a sneer in the sentence as it stands. How a favourable review of a deserving poet can "rather injure than promote his cause" is difficult to comprehend. The article denounced is able and amiable, and it _has_ "served" the poet, as far as poetry can be served by judicious and honest criticism.

With the two next paragraphs of Mr. Bowles's pamphlet it is pleasing to concur. His mention of "Pennie," and his former patronage of "Shoel," do him honour. I am not of those who may deny Mr. Bowles to be a benevolent man. I merely a.s.sert, that he is not a candid editor.

Mr. Bowles has been "a writer occasionally upwards of thirty years,"

and never wrote one word in reply in his life "to criticisms, merely _as_ criticisms." This is Mr. Lofty in Goldsmith's Good-natured Man; "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_."

"The letter to the editor of the newspaper" is owned; but "it was not on account of the criticism. It was because the criticism came down in a frank _directed_ to Mrs. Bowles!!!"--(the italics and three notes of admiration appended to Mrs. Bowles are copied verbatim from the quotation), and Mr. Bowles was not displeased with the criticism, but with the frank and the address. I agree with Mr. Bowles that the intention was to annoy him; but I fear that this was answered by his notice of the reception of the criticism. An anonymous letter-writer has but one means of knowing the effect of his attack. In this he has the superiority over the viper; he knows that his poison has taken effect, when he hears the victim cry;--the adder is _deaf_. The best reply to an anonymous intimation is to take no notice directly nor indirectly. I wish Mr. Bowles could see only one or two of the thousand which I have received in the course of a literary life, which, though begun early, has not yet extended to a third part of his existence as an author. I speak of _literary_ life only. Were I to add _personal_, I might double the amount of _anonymous_ letters.

If he could but see the violence, the threats, the absurdity of the whole thing, he would laugh, and so should I, and thus be both gainers.

To keep up the farce,--within the last month of this present writing (1821), I have had my life threatened in the same way which menaced Mr. Bowles's fame,--excepting that the anonymous denunciation was addressed to the Cardinal Legate of Romagna, instead of to Mrs.

Bowles. The Cardinal is, I believe, the elder lady of the two. I append the menace in all its barbaric but literal Italian, that Mr.

Bowles may be convinced; and as this is the only "promise to pay,"

which the Italians ever keep, so my person has been at least as much exposed to a "shot in the gloaming," from "John Heatherblutter" (see Waverley), as ever Mr. Bowles's glory was from an editor. I am, nevertheless, on horseback and lonely for some hours (_one_ of them twilight) in the forest daily; and this, because it was my "custom in the afternoon," and that I believe if the tyrant cannot escape amidst his guards (should it be so written?), so the humbler individual would find precautions useless.

Mr. Bowles has here the humility to say, that "he must succ.u.mb; for with Lord Byron turned against him, he has no chance,"--a declaration of self-denial not much in unison with his "promise," five lines afterwards, that "for every twenty-four lines quoted by Mr.

Gilchrist, or his friend, to greet him with as many from the 'Gilchrisiad';" but so much the better. Mr. Bowles has no reason to "succ.u.mb" but to Mr. Bowles. As a poet, the author of "The Missionary" may compete with the foremost of his cotemporaries. Let it be recollected, that all my previous opinions of Mr. Bowles's poetry were _written_ long before the publication of his last and best poem; and that a poet's _last_ poem should be his best, is his highest praise. But, however, he may duly and honourably rank with his living rivals. There never was so complete a proof of the superiority of Pope, as in the lines with which Mr. Bowles closes his "_to be concluded in our next_."

Mr. Bowles is avowedly the champion and the poet of nature. Art and the arts are dragged, some before, and others behind his chariot.

Pope, where he deals with pa.s.sion, and with the nature of the naturals of the day, is allowed even by themselves to be sublime; but they complain that too soon--

"He stoop'd to truth and moralised his song,"

and _there_ even _they_ allow him to be unrivalled. He has succeeded, and even surpa.s.sed them, when he chose, in their own _pretended_ province. Let us see what their Coryphaeus effects in Pope's. But it is too pitiable, it is too melancholy, to see Mr. Bowles "_sinning_"

not "_up_" but "_down_" as a poet to his lowest depth as an editor.

By the way, Mr. Bowles is always quoting Pope. I grant that there is no poet--not Shakspeare himself--who can be so often quoted, with reference to life;--but his editor is so like the devil quoting Scripture, that I could wish Mr. Bowles in his proper place, quoting in the pulpit.

And now for his lines. But it is painful--painful--to see such a suicide, though at the shrine of Pope. I can't copy them all:--

"Shall the rank, loathsome miscreant of the age Sit, like a night-mare, grinning o'er a page."

"Whose pye-bald character so aptly suit The two extremes of Bantam and of Brute, Compound grotesque of sullenness and show, The chattering magpie, and the croaking crow."

"Whose heart contends with thy Saturnian head, A root of hemlock, and a lump of lead.

Gilchrist proceed," &c. &c.

"And thus stand forth, spite of thy venom'd foam, To give thee _bite for bite_, or lash thee limping home."

With regard to the last line, the only one upon which I shall venture for fear of infection, I would advise Mr. Gilchrist to keep out of the way of such reciprocal morsure--unless he has more faith in the "Ormskirk medicine" than most people, or may wish to antic.i.p.ate the pension of the recent German professor, (I forget his name, but it is advertised and full of consonants,) who presented his memoir of an infallible remedy for the hydrophobia to the German diet last month, coupled with the philanthropic condition of a large annuity, provided that his cure cured. Let him begin with the editor of Pope, and double his demand.

Yours ever,

BYRON.

_To John Murray, Esq_.

P.S. Amongst the above-mentioned lines there occurs the following, _applied_ to Pope--

"The a.s.sa.s.sin's vengeance, and the coward's lie."

And Mr. Bowles persists that he is a well-wisher to Pope!!! He has, then, edited an "a.s.sa.s.sin" and a "coward" wittingly, as well as lovingly. In my former letter I have remarked upon the editor's forgetfulness of Pope's benevolence. But where he mentions his faults it is "with sorrow"--his tears drop, but they do not blot them out.

The "recording angel" differs from the recording clergyman. A fulsome editor is pardonable though tiresome, like a panegyrical son whose pious sincerity would demi-deify his father. But a detracting editor is a paricide. He sins against the nature of his office, and connection--he murders the life to come of his victim. If his author is not worthy to be mentioned, do not edit at all: if he be, edit honestly, and even flatteringly. The reader will forgive the weakness in favour of mortality, and correct your adulation with a smile. But to sit down "mingere in patrios cineres," as Mr. Bowles has done, merits a reprobation so strong, that I am as incapable of expressing as of ceasing to feel it.

_Further Addenda_.

It is worthy of remark that, after all this outcry about "_in-door_ nature" and "artificial images," Pope was the princ.i.p.al inventor of that boast of the English, _Modern Gardening_. He divides this honour with Milton. Hear Warton:--"It hence appears, that this _enchanting_ art of modern gardening, in which this kingdom claims a preference over every nation in Europe, chiefly owes _its origin_ and its improvements to two great poets, Milton and _Pope_."

Walpole (no friend to Pope) a.s.serts that Pope formed _Kent's_ taste, and that Kent was the artist to whom the English are chiefly indebted for diffusing "a taste in laying out grounds." The design of the Prince of Wales's garden was copied from _Pope's_ at Twickenham.

Warton applauds "his singular effort of art and taste, in impressing so much variety and scenery on a spot of five acres." Pope was the _first_ who ridiculed the "formal, French, Dutch, false and unnatural taste in gardening," both in _prose_ and verse. (See, for the former, "The Guardian.")

"Pope has given not only some of our _first_ but _best_ rules and observations on _Architecture_ and _Gardening_." (See Warton's Essay, vol. ii. p. 237, &c. &c.)

Now, is it not a shame, after this, to hear our Lakers in "Kendal Green," and our Bucolical c.o.c.kneys, crying out (the latter in a wilderness of bricks and mortar) about "Nature," and Pope's "artificial in-door habits?" Pope had seen all of nature that _England_ alone can supply. He was bred in Windsor Forest, and amidst the beautiful scenery of Eton; he lived familiarly and frequently at the country seats of Bathurst, Cobham, Burlington, Peterborough, Digby, and Bolingbroke; amongst whose seats was to be numbered _Stowe_. He made his own little "five acres" a model to princes, and to the first of our artists who imitated nature. Warton thinks "that the most engaging of _Kent_'s works was also planned on the model of Pope's,--at least in the opening and retiring shades of Venus's Vale."