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procrastination; the mental cowardice, which is the inseparable companion of procrastination, and which makes us anxious to think and converse on anything rather than on what concerns ourselves: in fine, all those close vexations, whether chargeable on my faults or my fortunes, which leave me but little grief to spare for evils comparatively distant and alien.

Indignation at literary wrongs I leave to men born under happier stars. I cannot afford it. But so far from condemning those who can, 1 deem it a writer's duty, and think it creditable to his heart, to feel and express a resentment proportioned to the grossness of the provocation, and the importance of the object. There is no profession on earth, which requires an attention so early, so long, or so unintermitting as that of poetry; and indeed as that of literary composition in general, if it be such as at all satisfies the demands both of taste and of sound logic. How diffi. cult and delicate a task even the mere mechanism of verse is, may be conjectured from the failure of those, who have attempted poetry late in life. Where then a man has, from his earliest youth, devoted his whole being to an object, which by the admission of all civilized nations in all ages is honorable as a pursuit, and glorious as an attainment ; what of all that relates to himself and his family, if only we except his moral character, can have fairer claims to his protection, or more authorize acts of selfdefence, than the elaborate products of his intellect and intellectual industry? Prudence itself would command us to show, even if defect or diversion of natural sensibility had prevented us from feeling, a due interest and qualified anxiety for the offspring and representatives of our nobler being. I know it, alas! by woeful experience. I have laid too many eggs in the hot sands of this wilderness, the world, with ostrich carelessness, and ostrich oblivion. The greater part indeed have been trod under foot, and are forgotten ; but yet no small number have crept forth into life, some to furnish feathers for the caps of others, and still more to plume the shafts in the quivers of my enemies, of them that unprovoked have lain in wait against my soul.

Sic vos, non vobis, mellificatis, apes !"?

12 (“He vas one of those who with long and large arm still collected precious armfuls, in whatever direction he pressed forward, yet still took up so much more than he could keep together, that those who followed him gleaned more from his continual droppings than he himself brought home;—nay, made stately corn-ricks therewith, while the reaper himself was still seen only with his armful of newly-cut sheaves.” Lit. Rem. i. Ed.]

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CHAPTER III.

The Author's obligations to Critics, and the probable occasion-Principles

of modern Criticism-Mr. Southey's works and character.

To anonymous critics in reviews, magazines, and news-journals of various name and rank, and to satirists with or without a name, in verse or prose, or in verse-text aided by prose-com. ment, I do seriously believe and profess, that I owe full two. thirds of whatever reputation and publicity I happen to possess. For when the name of an individual has occurred so frequently, in so many works, for so great a length of time, the readers of these works—(which with a shelf or two of Beauties, elegant Extracts, and Anas, form nine-tenths of the reading of the read. ing Public')-cannot but be familiar with the name, without dis.

1 For as to the devotees of the circulating libraries, I dare not compliment their pass-time, or rather kill-time, with the name of reading. Call it rather a sort of beggarly day-dreaming, during which the inind of the dreamer furnishes for itself nothing but laziness, and a little mawkish sensibility ; while the whole materiel and imagery of the dose is supplied ab extra by a sort of mental camera obscura manufactured at the printing office, which pro tempore fixes, reflects, and transmits the moving phantasms of one man's delirium, so as to people the barrenness of a hundred other brains afflicted with the same trance or suspension of all cominon sense and all definite purpose. We should therefore transfer this species of amusement-(if, indeed, those can be said to retire a musis, who were never in their company, or relaxation be attributable to those whose bows are never bent)—from the genus, reading, to that comprehensive class characterized by the power of reconciling the two contrary yet co-exist. ing propensities of human nature, namely, indulgence of sloth, arid hatred of vacancy. In addition to novels and tales of chivalry in prose or rhyme (by which last I mean neither rhythm nor metre) this genus comprises as its species, gaming, swinging, or swaying on a chair or gate ; spitting over a bridge ; smoking ; snuff-taking; tête-à-tête quarrels after dinner between husband and wite; conning word by word all the advertisements of a daily newspaper in a public house on a rainy day, &c., &c., &c.

tinctly remembering whether it was introduced for eulogy or
for censure. And this becomes the more likely, if (as I believe)
the habit of perusing periodical works may be properly added to
Averroes” catalogue of Anti-Mnemonics, or weakeners of the
memory.' But where this has not been the case, yet the reader
will be apt to suspect, that there must be something more than
usually strong and extensive in a reputation, that could either
require or stand so merciless and long-continued a cannonading..
Without any feeling of anger therefore—(for which, indeed, on
my own account, I have no pretext)—I may yet be allowed to
express some degree of surprise, that, after having run the cri.
tical gauntlet for a certain class of faults which I had, nothing
having come before the judgment-seat in the interim, I should,
year after year, quarter after quarter, month after month—(not
to mention sundry petty periodicals of still quicker revolution,
“or weekly or diurnal ”have been, for at least seventeen
years consecutively, dragged forth by them into the foremost
ranks of the proscribed, and forced to abide the brunt of abuse,
for faults directly opposite, and which I certainly had not. How
shall I explain this ?

Whatever may have been the case with others, I certainly cannot attribute this persecution to personal dislike, or to envy, or to feelings of vindictive animosity. Not to the former, for, with the exception of a very few who are my intimate friends, and were so before they were known as authors, I have had

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2 [The true polyonomous appellative of Averroes was Abul Walid Mohammed Ebn Achmed Ebn Mohammed Ebn Raschid. He was born at Cordova about 1150, and died in Morocco in 1206 or 1207. Ed.]

3 Ex. gr. Pediculos e capillis ercerptos in arenam jacere in contusos ; eating of unripe fruit; gazing on the clouds, and (in genere) on movable things suspended in the air; riding among a multitude of camels; frequent laughter; listening to a series of jests and humorous anecdotes,-as when (so to modernize the learned Saracen's meaning) one man's droll story of an Irishman inevitably occasions another's droll story of a Scotchman, which again, by the same sort of conjunction disjunctive, leads to some étourderie of a Welshman, and that again to some sly hit of a Yorkshireman ;-the habit of reading tomb-stones in church-yards, &c. By the by, this catalogue, strange as it may appear, is not insusceptible of a sound psychological commentary.

little other acquaintance with literary characters, than what may be implied in an accidental introduction, or casual meeting in a mixed company. And as far as words and looks can be trusted, I must believe that, even in these instances, I had excited no unfriendly disposition. Neither by letter, nor in conversation, have I ever had dispute or controversy beyond the common social interchange of opinions. Nay, where I had reason to suppose my convictions fundamentally different, it has been my habit, and I may add, the impulse of my nature, to assign the grounds of my belief, rather than the belief itself; and not to express dissent, till I could establish some points of complete sympathy, some grounds common to both sides, from which to commence its explanation.

Still less can I place these attacks to the charge of envy. The few pages which I have published, are of too distant a date, and the extent of their sale a proof too conclusive against their having been popular at any time, to render probable, I had almost said possible, the excitement of envy on their account; and the man who should envy me on any other,—verily he must be envy-mad!

Lastly, with as little semblance of reason, could I suspect any animosity towards me from vindictive feelings as the cause. I have before said, that my acquaintance with literary men has been limited and distant; and that I have had neither dispute nor controversy From my first entrance into life, I have, with few and short intervals, lived either abroad or in retirement. My different essays on subjects of national interest, published at different times, first in the Morning Post and then in the Courier, with my courses of Lectures on the principles of criticisin as applied to Shakspeare and Milton,ʻ constitute my whole publi.

[“ Mr. Coleridge's courses of Lectures on literary and other subjects between 1800 and 1819 were numerous, but the Editor is unable to record them accurately. They were delivered at the Royal Institution, the Crown and Anchor, the Surrey Institution, the London Philosophical Society, Willis's Rooms, and, it is believed, in several other places in London. The subjects were Shakspeare, and the Drama generally, particular plays of Shakspeare, the history of English and Italian Literature, the history of Philosophy, Education of Women, connexion of the Fine Arts with edu.

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