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the literary world would be freer from felonious practices than it is at present.
One of the largest extracts my Father accompanies with these words in a parenthesis. (See Schell. Abhandl. zur Erlaüler. des Id. der Wissenschaftslehre.) “ But from this reference,” asks the rensor, “ would not a reader naturally deduce the inference that C. was here referring to Schelling in support of his own views, and not literally translating and appropriating the German's ?"
There are some who have eyes to see, and microscopically, too, but only in certain directions. To those whose vision is more catholic I address the plain question, Did not my Father say fully enough to put every reader of a studious turn, every reader able to take up his philosophical views in earnest-and to whom else were these borrowed passages more than strange words, or Schelling's claims of the slightest consequence ?),— into the way of consulting their original source? The longer extracts are all either expressly acknowledged, as that from the Darlegung, in chapter ix., and that in chapter xii.; or taken from the Transcendental Idealism, which he speaks of more than once, or froin the above-mentioned treatise, of which he gives the long title.
Most of these extracts the Writer in Blackwood refers, not to the treatise, which my Father did name, but to the collection at large—the Philosophische Schriften-which it happened that he did not; and, moreover, he asserts, that it would be next to impos
4“Of a truth,” says Mr. Hare, “if he had been disposed to purloin, he never would have stolen half a dozen pages from the head and front of that very work of Schelling's which was the likeliest to fall into his reader's hands; and the first sentence of which one could not read without detecting the plagiarism. Would any man think of pilfering a column from the porch of St. Paul's? The high praise which Coleridge bestows on Schelling would naturally excite a wish in ch of his readers as felt an interest in his philosophy, to know more of the great German. The first books of his they would take up would be his Natur-Philosophie and his Transcendental Idealism ; these are the works which Coleridge himself men. tions; and the latter, from its subject, would attract them the most.”-Brit Mag. of 1835, p. 20.
5 See note ii., chapter xii.
sible for a reader to find the tract referred to by this same long title, for that it is “buried among a good many others in Schel. ling's Phil. Schrift.,” of which it occupies 137 pages out of 511 -as if it could not possibly enter his head, or the head of any bookseller that he might employ, to look for it in the “volume of Schelling's collected Tracts” which my Father speaks of in chapter ix. If the works of Schelling were as good as dead and buried for all here, that was not through any fault of his; had he named every one of their titles at full length, and given an abstract of all they contained, the bill of fare, at that time, would have attracted no guests. Grill would be Grill, and have his unmetaphysic mind.
Fairly considered, his conduct in this matter does but help to prove the truth of his assertion, that he “ regarded Truth as a divine ventriloquist, not caring from whose mouth the sounds are supposed to proceed, if only the words are audible and intelligible.”
The Writer in Blackwood, however, takes a very different view of it: he rather supposes the true interpretation of my Father's conduct to be that he would have nothing ascribed to Schelling, which appeared in the works of both, though he desires that everything may be, and that this expression was used to provide a refuge for himself, should he ever be discovered to have “cabbaged from his works ad libitum.” The style of these strictures resembles the reasoning ; things look rough and coarse on the wrong side, and the reasoning they contain is of that kind which turns things wrong side out. It represents my Father's apology as being penned under a notion that he should gain credit for the transcendentalism contained in his book, while, at the same time, no comparison betwixt his writings and those of the original transcendentalist would for years, if ever, be made. It was the fact, that for years his obligations to Schelling were not discovered ; but it is ridiculous to suppose that he calculated on this, with the amount of those obligations distinctly present to his mind, for this could only have happened through the failure of the attempt he was making to interest his countrymen in the transcendental system. When a doctrine comes into credit, in days like these, the first teacher of it is as soon dis
covered as the lake that feeds the glittering brook and sounding waterfall is traced out, when they have gained the traveller's eye. It is not true, that to the end of his life my father enjoyed the credit of originality ;-originality was not denied him, simply because he had no enjoyment and no credit.
The fact is, that these “ borrowed plumes” drest him out but poorly in the public eye, and Sir Walter Scott made a just obser. vation on the fate of the Biographia Literaria, when he said that it had made no impression upon the public. Instead of gaining reputation as a metaphysical discoverer, at the expense of Germany, the author was generally spoken of as an introducer of German metaphysics into this country, in which light he had represented himself,-a man of original power, who had spoiled his own genius by devoting himself to the lucubrations of foreigners. It is the pleasure of the Writer in Blackwood to give him a vast metaphysical reputation, founded on the Biographia Literaria, and, at the end of one of his paragraphs, he implies, that the passages taken from Schelling had been “ paraded for upwards of twenty years as specimens of the wonderful powers of the English philosopher.” Some, perhaps, have been weary enough of hearing him called wonderful - but the friends of Coleridge well know, that the work was generally neglected till the author's name began to rise by various other means; and that, although passages of his writings have been often quoted of late years, and some in the B. L. have been in the mouths of many, while the book itself was in the hands of a very few, yet that the transcendental portions of it were unknown to his admirers in general, till some of them, after his decease, were declared to be the property of Schelling in Tait's Magazine. If the transcendentalism adopted in the Biographia be a jewel of great price, no gem lodged in a dark unfathome) cave of ocean was ever more unseen and unknown than this was for many a year. In making an estimate of a man's intellectual wealth, we cannot abstract the influence upon his thoughts of other thinkers, precedent or contemporary; but all Mr. Coleridge's direct debts to the great Transcendentalist may be refunded, and, whatever obligations reflective men of this age have felt and acknowledged that they owe to him, the sum of them will not be sensibly diminished.
In other quarters Mr. Coleridge has been accused of denying his obligations to Schlegel ; yet he never denied having borrowed those illustrations and detached thoughts, which are brought forward in support of the charge. His words on the subject neither say nor imply, in assertion of his originality, more than this, that, in his first course of lectures, which were delivered “ before Mr. Schlegel gave his on the same subjects at Vienna" --(I believe it was in 1804, previously to his departure for Malta),—he put forth the same general principles of criticism as in the following courses; so that whatever substantial agreement there might be between them, on this head, must be co-inci. dence.
It was said of my Father by his late Editor, that, “ in thinking passionately of the principle, he forgot the authorship-and sowed beside many waters, if peradventure some chance seedling might take root and bear fruit to the glory of God and the spiritualization of man. He was ever more intent upon the pursuit and enunciation of truth than alive to the collateral benefits that wait upon it, as it is the exclusive property of this or that individual. The incautious way in which he acted upon this impulse was calculated to bring him under suspicion with those to whose minds any such feeling was alien and inconceiv. able. Yet no unprejudiced person, who reviews my Father's life, on an intimate acquaintance with it, will deny that he showed an unusual disregard of this property in thought, where his own interests were concerned, and that he spent in letters and marginal notes, and in discourse at all times and to all auditors, a great deal both of thought and brilliant illustration, which a more prudential and self-interested man would have kept back and presented in a form better fitted to procure for himself a permanent reward ; that he would spend time and labor on a critical examination of the works of others, and earnest consideration of their affairs, for their sakes only, in a manner almost peculiar to himself. If he was not always sufficiently consider.
6 Preface to the Table Talk of S. T. Coleridge, pp. 18-19, 2d edition.
ate of other men's property, he was profuse of his own; and, in truth, such was his temper in regard to all property, of what kind soever; he did not enough regard or value it whether for himself or his neighbor. Nor is it proof to the contrary that he did at times speak of his share in the promulgation of truth and awakening of reflection, and of the world's unthankfulness. This he did, rather in self-defence, when he was accused of neglecting to employ or of misemploying his natural gifts, than from an inordinate desire to parade and exalt them. He was goaded into some degree of egotism by the charges continually brought against him, that he suffered his powers to lie dormant, or to spend themselves in a fruitless activity. But they who spoke thus, on the one hand, underrated his actual achievements, the importance of which time and trial were to discover, since speculations like his show what they are worth in the using, and come into use but slowly; and on the other hand, over-rated his powers of literary execution. They were struck by his marked intellectual gifts, but took no note of his intellectual impediments,—were not aware that there was a want of proportion in the faculties of his mind, which would always have prevented him from making many or good books; for, even had he possessed the ordinary amount of skill in the arranging and methodizing of thought with a view to publication and in reference to the capacities of a volume, this would have been inadequate to the needs of one whose genius was ever impelling him to trace things down to their deepest source, and to follow them out in their remotest ramifications. His powers, compounded and balanced as they were, enabled him to do that which he did, and possibly that alone.
Great as was the activity of his intellect in its own congenial sphere, he wanted that agility of mind which can turn the understanding from its wonted mode of movement, to set it upon new tasks necessary to the completeness and efficiency of what has been produced of another kind, but uninteresting in them. selves to the mind of the producer. He loved to go forward, expanding and ennobling the soul of his teaching, and hated the trouble of turning back to look after its body. To the healthful and vigorous such trouble appears nothing, simply because they