Cyrus Redding: Literary Reminiscences and Memoirs of Thomas Campbell

Catholic emancipation still engrossed much of

the public attention. The Duke of Wellington, evidently unable to bring about what he thought so desirable, owing to the bigotry of many of his Tory friends, had thought it best to temporise for a season. The jealousy of the high church party was uncontrollable. The welfare of the community, even that of the crown itself, appeared to that party a thing of no moment. The duke accordingly wrote a letter to Dr. Curtis in Ireland, which, although sound in policy, bore a remarkable contrast as to correctness of language and argument to that of the Marquis of Anglesey on the same subject, respecting which Peel had made the blunder of attributing the recall of Lord Anglesey to a letter that had no existence until afterwards. This showed the want of a “stepping out together” at head-quarters. The duke’s letter contained a bull. His grace recommended burying the question in oblivion for a time, and discussing its difficulty. This caused a remark from the poet, and no little merriment at a party, where some insisted that the sense was perfectly clear. The poet said that “oblivion,” with the word “buried” attached, seemed to imply irrecoverable forgetfulness; but this was hypercritical, especially towards the great soldier, who did not think much of language. Besides, it was a colloquial phrase in every society. As

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to the bull, it belonged to the duke’s own side of the channel, and the meaning was clear.

This year died Henry Mathews, who had succeeded Sir Harding Giffard on the judicial Bench in Ceylon, where he fully realised every expectation entertained regarding him. Another friend, Francis Barry Boyle St. Leger, at the close of this year, aged thirty, departed from the world. His father had been a leading Whig, and a friend of Lord Guildford in Ireland. He was educated at Rugby, and went out to India at seventeen, when, not liking the service, he returned home, entered of the Middle Temple, and was called to the bar only three years before his decease. He was the author of “Gilbert Earle.” He died of repeated attacks of epilepsy. He was personally known to few persons, but his attainments were considerable, his attachments warm, his conversation highly agreeable, with qualities of the class that are certain to make strong friends.

The first literary effort of the poet in 1830, was his remarks on the lectures of Flaxman, the sculptor, which had been just before published. I have already stated, that the poet always felt and expressed a high admiration for Flaxman’s works. They in some measure met his preconceived ideas of Grecian form, that is, his own notions of what they once were in the reality, rather than any data of their excellence drawn from his own acquaintance with the details of the art,

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for in art he was book-learned alone. He touched upon the small ceremony of the Edinburgh Review in treating on Flaxman’s lectures, and proceeded, with judgment, to vindicate the high rank the sculptor undoubtedly held in art, not only in the opinion of eminent artists in England, but upon the continent, an opinion which has gained ground since the decease both of the sculptor and his eulogist. Some of his remarks, however, were not in that perfect sobriety of language and simile which in preceding times had marked his prose style, and seemed to lead towards the change, which in the biography of a player in Mrs. Siddons’ memoirs,—a most untoward subject for him,—was exhibited yet more remarkably afterwards. “The flow of didactic language, constructed for the tread of sober ideas perilously shaken by the tramp of impassioned enthusiasm,” is a strained metaphor. “Orgies in style,” or drunken feasts in style, is not happy, and to “new mint the ore of opinion“ is different indeed from the classical beauty of phraseology in his own lectures, and essay on poetry, as ore cannot be new minted, because if once minted it ceases to be ore, while ore standing for metal was too latitudinarian for his prose. When, however, he had to censure or blame, he seemed prone to have recourse to this kind of phrase, as may be remarked in his letter to Moore respecting Byron. He

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censured the critic who wrote in the Edinburgh Review, with much justice. His efforts to defend Flaxman were generous and just. He felt what he wrote. The classic severity of the sculptor, and the purity of his taste, were allied to the poet’s own feelings in his best days, those feelings in some respects that led to his defence of Pope against Bowles.

There could not be a doubt that Campbell preferred the composite excellence in art to any natural copy existence. The ideal was his elysium. I would not be sure that his frequent abstractions were not mental occupations upon better things than he could find among the realities of life; castle buildings, that, like the images of a kaleidoscope, displayed themselves in his sensorium, even as he walked London streets, and beguiled their sameness and noise. One of such a disposition would prefer the Venus or Apollo Belvidere, composed of a union of perfect parts, to the merely human, natural, but still transcendant merit of the Elgin sculptures. Learned in what concerned Greece, and in art book-learned, rather than learned from the actual observation and study of the antique figure, still the poet’s notions of art were high and worthy, and he had the advantage of the reviewer in the argument, who displayed no great intimacy with his subject, or

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else was careless about hazarding remarks that fully justify such a suspicion.

The poet, in his remarks on the Edinburgh Review, censured that work further for its reprobation of Flaxman’s doctrine that an acquaintance with anatomy was of the highest consequence to the sculptor. This led to a suspicion that the article in the Edinburgh was written by some friend of Chantry, who disparaged anatomical knowledge because he possessed little or none himself. It is one thing, however, to obtain an ephemeral celebrity, which accident may contribute to obtain for individuals of mediocre ability in art or literature, and to work out that enduring fame which is co-existent with the works themselves in all times and countries. The artist who labours for all time feels that truth alone is the basis on which he must build up a name, and no flimsy resource for effect, no evasion of an essential contributing to excellence can be practised with any defect in this great and laudable object. A slight observation of nature is not enough. Flaxman desired the artist not to be content with a slight view of nature externally, but to carry his views into her internal organisation. Flaxman was as well known in other countries as his own, a rare thing indeed with English sculptors. His severity of style, and purity of

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design, heralded him everywhere. The poet, it is easily seen, was a partisan of Flaxman’s opinion, for while he had himself no knowledge of the details of the art, he well knew how to defend principles which were coincident with his own ideas.

Campbell was thunderstruck, and maintained a dead silence for a minute or more, and then exclaimed, “Dead? Why, it was but an evening ago that I saw him.”

Campbell seemed to feel deeply,—”Another old friend is gone,” he observed; “a man who will be missed, indeed.”

The task of writing the life of Lawrence was confined to Campbell, who entrusted it to the hands of another, dreading the weight of labour it involved, and exercising, in truth, no surveillance over its execution, after affecting to shut himself up from the world, that he might apply to the labour with greater effect.

“Campbell last night seemed a little nettled at something or other—I know not what. We were standing in the ante-saloon, when Lord H. (Holland) brought out of the other room a vessel of some composition similar to that which is used in catholic churches, and seeing us, he exclaimed,

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‘Here is some incense for you.’ Campbell answered—‘Carry it to Lord Byron, he is used to it.’ Now this comes of ‘bearing no brother near the throne.’ I, who have no throne, nor wish to have one now, whatever I may have done, am at perfect peace with all the poetical fraternity, or, at least, if I dislike any, it is not poetically, but personally.

The letter which Campbell wrote to Moore was attached to the notice—a notice evidently too short and superficial for a work of such importance. I remarked this in substance to Campbell. The letter was as follows:—

He then spoke of Dr. Lushington’s opinion, and I remarked that the case was not altered one way or the other before the public by any legal opinion, that we often saw what absurdities were promulgated by ecclesiastical courts, and even those of common law, in cases involving conjugal disputes, when witnesses were put on their words to prove the quantum of conjugal affection existing between parties up to a certain day or hour. That the public had a sentiment of the absurdity of professional opinions in analogous cases of individual feeling, and that what might be law might not be right nor rightful. People formed their own opinions, uninfluenced by that in which they justly had very little faith.

Moore had done what every biographer does, he had relied with the regard of a friend, in the present case, upon the statements made by Byron. Under such circumstances, and without any light but from the documents he possessed, he had written upon the best authority within his reach. It was rather out of the way to treat him in any other mode than with mild expostulation in the first place, and then to enter calmly into an explanation of what there was to be said on the opposite side of the question. This ought to have been done in place of what really was done, and in a way more worthy of a long-professed friendship, upon which all the while Campbell himself never dreamed of trenching. However, it is satisfactory to know that an old friendship was not severed, and that both the one and the other met some time afterwards on terms of customary cordiality.

This year, before he moved his residence, he deemed it necessary to place his son under the care of Dr. Matthew Allen, at Epping. The youth’s own consciousness of some kind of surveillance being exercised over him, was all that was necessary. To a stranger rational enough, on some points well-informed, young Campbell was an agreeable, chatty companion. There was nothing fatuitous in his look, and in society his conduct was exceedingly correct. At times he was flighty when in the domestic circle, and appeared to view the restraint of his father upon his actions in gloomy meditation, so his father felt, and in consequence fancied what perhaps had no real existence. The poet still lamented to myself that he should never be able to make any thing of him, there being no change after so many years of observation. But he had still kept him in his house, not liking his absence from his own care, until at last he could not longer bear the way in which his son’s eyes sometimes became fixed upon him when

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he was alone, as if he meditated mischief. I remember calling and finding Mrs. Campbell alone one evening. On asking for the poet, she replied, “He is gone out, Tom was looking at his father just now in a way he could not bear. Though he expected you, he is gone out—he is ruffled in his feelings.” The idea, foundationless no doubt, was painful to one of the father’s sensitiveness. “I am going to send Tom to the care of Dr. Allen,” he observed to me; “I can bear it no longer.” The resolution was the more painful on account of the mild nature of the complaint, which would seem scarcely to have required removal to such an establishment, with a superficial observer. “What can I do? I cannot leave my home without some watch being kept over him in my absence; and when I am present he becomes a subject of painful contemplation.” No affection could be stronger towards a child than that of Campbell towards his son. Young Thomas was accordingly sent to the house of Dr. Allen, where he remained fourteen years and upwards. His father used to go occasionally and see him, and I have known the son walk into town with Dr. Allen, and call upon his father. On such an occasion, Dr. Allen told me once, upon my asking for him on visiting the establishment, that he was gone into the forest, where he had been planning roads and scheming improvements. That he spent almost

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all his time in the open air if the weather was fine. “He comes in regularly to dinner at two o’clock,” said the doctor.

There was much of feeling displayed by Campbell on this parting occasion, and perhaps I have been wrong in charging upon his wonted restlessness of temper his removal to Scotland Yard from Upper Seymour Street. He had been put to considerable expense by the alterations and additions he had made to his house, and had altered his library just before Mrs. Campbell’s death. It is probable he felt at last much more gloomy than he liked to confess, in a residence where he had so much to remind him of the past. There he was now left to meditate on the loss he had sustained by the vicissitudes of life, and to suffer the more, because what he suffered was in vain. Certain it is that I imagined there was a good deal going on in his mind at the time, from observing a more than usual absence and inattention to business; but he let fall nothing that could afford a clue as to what was the real fact. Several wild reports were afloat regarding his motives, but he was ever restless as to his residences on leaving Sydenham. He had lodgings in Margaret Street, and in Foley Place only. Upon going to 10 Upper Seymour Street West, he gave up his house at Sydenham, but had he possessed it, he would hardly have returned there.

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Some talkers would fain have ascribed to him an affair of the heart as the cause, but the poet knew better than to be caught at Lord Brougham’s “eleventh hour.” There was a reserve, too, about him, that seemed to make it a matter of pride that he would bear even his grievances alone. He kept his mind in its own solitude, and would not suffer the precincts to be violated by one particle of that sympathy which others might communicate; the most philosophical, if not the most natural way of meeting the strokes of misfortune.

He had been reading the Life of Madame Roland, and highly commended, as a source of consolation under misfortunes, that passage in which this remarkable lady spoke of resistance to them—a resistance which she so nobly exemplified on the scaffold. “We must look to ourselves for consolation, not to extraneous assistance,” said Campbell. This seemed to me a clue to his feelings. A reference to the works of Madame Roland has enabled me to recover the passage to which he alluded, as it recurred to memory at once on seeing it.

“You are not the first Campbell that has written upon Hope,” said Pringle; “you had a predecessor, a Dr. Campbell, too, who wrote on the same subject in 1784.”

This seemed to please Campbell, especially when I added that I had acquired nearly the whole of his poem by heart before I was twenty years of age, little thinking we should ever be personally acquainted. I remarked, too, that even then, being pretty well versed in natural history, I had discovered his introduction of tigers to the shores of Lake Erie, and hyænas to South America, exclusively Asiatic and African animals, that it should have been jaguars. “Yes,” said the poet, “but the Yankees call them tigers.”

Campbell replied, “There was some ground for what I remarked in the confusion of the metaphor, but it had stood through so many editions, it would not do to alter it now.”

Knowing his tenacity about his poems, and his inveterate hostility to altering anything of his own that had been published for a considerable time, I said no more. His hostility to Hazlitt for detecting a borrowed line came to my remembrance. What Johnson said of Pope, notwithstanding, came to my recollection as well, when speaking of that poet’s works:—“His parental attention never

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abandoned them; what he found amiss in the first edition, he silently corrected in those that followed.” Campbell seemed, his works being launched, to have had no more care about them. Composing with labour, and correcting reluctantly, while he felt the necessity, he toiled as he would toil about an irksome task, that was to try his temper, and test his perspicuity, and be conscious, after all, that it would still be imperfect. If the public received his labours satisfactorily for a succession of years, and a few blots had passed muster, it was better to let them alone than involve himself in a task he abhorred. His numerous errors in his “Specimens of the Poets,” trivial enough, he would not rectify on a new edition; and while he continually spoke and wrote of the fatigue and the labour of correcting his prose productions, he would often shuffle them off upon me to correct for him, under the guise of a friendly act for his relief. As to fame, while he had Pope’s “voracity” for it, he had an inveterate dislike to pay the purchase-money. He laboured in his study hour after hour, without the enthusiasm that stimulated his earlier years. Now walking up and down, concocting a sentence, he would step up to the table and write it down, and then, displeased with it, read it aloud, and be dissatisfied with it after all, abandoning his task invitâ Minervâ, to return to it again at a more auspicious moment.

The compositions of Campbell were exceedingly uneven in merit. One day, a proof of the piece of poetry, entitled “The Deathboat of Heligoland,” before alluded to, came to me, and I could not at first conceive how it got into the printer’s hand, until the poet stated he had sent it. These lines, ineffective, and the point obscure, were as follow:—

“Can restlessness reach the cold sepulchred head?

Ay, the quick have their sleep-walkers, so have the dead!

There are brains, though they moulder, that dream in the tomb,

And that, maddening, forehear the last trumpet of doom,

Till their corses start, sheeted, to revel on earth,

Making horror more deep by the semblance of mirth.

By the glare of new-lighted volcanoes they dance,

Or at midsea appal the chill’d mariner’s glance;

Such, I wot, was the band of cadaverous smile,

Seen ploughing the night-surge of Heligo’s isle.

The foam of the Baltic had sparkled like fire,

And the red moon look’d down with an aspect of ire,—

But her beams on a sudden grew sick-like and grey,

And the news that had slept chang’d and shriek’d far away,

And the buoys and the beacons extinguished their light,

As the boat of the stony-eyed dead came in sight,

High bounding from billow to billow, each form

Had a shroud like a plaid flying loose to the storm.

With an oar in each pulseless and icy-cold hand,

Fast they plough’d by the lee shore of Heligoland,

Such breakers as boat of the living ne’er cross’d,

Now surf-sunk for minutes, again they uptoss’d,

And with livid lips shouted reply o’er the flood

To the challenging watchman, that curdled his blood—

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‘We are dead—we are bound from our graves to the West—

First to Hecla, and then to ——; unmeet the rest

For man’s ear.’ The old abbey-bell thundered its clang,

And their eyes gleamed with phosphorous light as it rang—

Ere they vanish’d, they stopped, and gazed, silently grim,

Till the eye could define them, garb, feature and limb.

Now, who were these roamers? Of gallows or wheel

Bore they marks, or the mangling anatomist’s steel?

No; by magistrate’s chains ’mid these grave-clothes you saw,

They were fellows too proud to have perished by law;

But a ribbon, that hung where a rope should have been,

’Twas the badge of their faction, its hue was not green—

Showed them men who had trampled, and tortured, and driven

To rebellion the fairest isle breathed on by heaven—

Men, whose heirs would yet finish the tyrannous task,

If the truth and the time had not dragg’d off their mask.

They parted, but not till the sight might discern

A scutcheon distinct at their pinnace’s stern,

Where letters emblazoned, in blood-coloured fame,

Named their faction—I blot not my page with its name!’”

Campbell wrote with great slowness, and when he had completed his work, and was still displeased with what he had done, would re-write the whole, which re-writing was often not equal to the first copy. In his youth he struck out a line in bed at night, or during a walk in the open air; but this was rarely, indeed, the case in middle life. He went to composition as to a task, and toiled along, and thus continually delayed his copy in consequence, being forced to close abruptly, having de-
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layed his alterations, and sometimes not having begun, until the time when he should leave off. In his later life, when he had lost much of that self-respect which once ruled his transactions with booksellers, and had come to lend his name, or put together works not at all contributing to his reputation, during the last eight or nine years of his life, he was no longer ruled by his old solicitude for refining and sending forth his works as immaculate as he was when pressed by pecuniary circumstances, thus reversing the natural course of things, and, with age and independence, getting less regardful of correctness and originality, at the time when he had it in his power to secure them, free of anxiety about the cares of the day.

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Matthew Allen (1783-1845) Superintendent of the High Beech Lunatic Asylum in Essex; among his patients were John Clare and the son of Thomas Campbell.

Sir Peter Francis Bourgeois (1756-1811) English painter, art collector, and founder of the Dulwich Gallery in 1811.

William Lisle Bowles (1762-1850) English poet and critic; author of Fourteen Sonnets, elegiac and descriptive, written during a Tour (1789), editor of the Works of Alexander Pope, 10 vols (1806), and writer of pamphlets contributing to the subsequent Pope controversy.

Henry Peter Brougham, first baron Brougham and Vaux (1778-1868) Educated at Edinburgh University, he was a founder of the Edinburgh Review in which he chastised Byron's Hours of Idleness; he defended Queen Caroline in her trial for adultery (1820), established the London University (1828), and was appointed lord chancellor (1830).

Thomas Bruce, seventh earl of Elgin (1766-1841) British ambassador to Constantinople (1799); with the permission of the Turks he removed the Parthenon marbles which were purchased for the British Museum in 1816.

Anne Isabella Noel Byron [née Milbanke] [Annabella] (1792-1860) The only child of Sir Ralph Milbanke; married Byron in 1815, separating shortly after the birth of their daughter Ada in January 1816.

George Gordon Byron, sixth Baron Byron (1788-1824) The author of Childe Harold and Don Juan.

Matilda Campbell [née Sinclair] (1780 c.-1828) The wife (and cousin) of the poet Thomas Campbell, whom she married in 1803.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) Scottish poet and man of letters; author of The Pleasures of Hope (1799), Gertrude of Wyoming (1808) and lyric odes. He edited the New Monthly Magazine (1821-30).

Thomas Telford Campbell (1804-1845 fl.) The elder son of the poet; he was confined to Matthew Allen's asylum in 1821 (John Clare was a fellow inmate) and released following his father's death in 1844, a jury finding him sane.

Sir Francis Leggatt Chantrey (1781-1841) English sculptor who worked as a statuary from 1804; he employed the poet Allan Cunningham in his studio from 1814. He was knighted in 1835.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) English poet and philosopher who projected Lyrical Ballads (1798) with William Wordsworth; author of Biographia Literaria (1817), On the Constitution of the Church and State (1829) and other works.

Patrick Curtis, archbishop of Armagh (1740-1832) Educated in Spain, he was appointed Roman Catholic archbishop of Armagh in 1819.

John Dryden (1631-1700) English poet laureate, dramatist, and critic; author of Of Dramatick Poesie (1667), Absalom and Achitophel (1681), Alexander's Feast; or the Power of Musique (1697), The Works of Virgil translated into English Verse (1697), and Fables (1700).

John Flaxman (1755-1826) English sculptor and draftsman who studied at the Royal Academy and was patronized by William Hayley.

Elizabeth Fox, Lady Holland [née Vassall] (1771 c.-1845) In 1797 married Henry Richard Fox, Lord Holland, following her divorce from Sir Godfrey Webster; as mistress of Holland House she became a pillar of Whig society.

Henry Richard Fox, third baron Holland (1773-1840) Whig politician and literary patron; Holland House was for many years the meeting place for reform-minded politicians and writers. He also published translations from the Spanish and Italian; Memoirs of the Whig Party was published in 1852.

Sir Francis Freeling, first baronet (1764-1836) Postal reformer and member of the Roxburghe Club; he was secretary to the General Post Office. He was a friend of William Jerdan and Sir Walter Scott.

Sir Ambrose Hardinge Giffard (1771-1827) Son of the Irish journalist John Giffard; he was educated at the Inner Temple and was chief justice in Ceylon from 1819. Some of his poems are reprinted in Richard Polwhele's Traditions and Recollections.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 c.-1774) Irish miscellaneous writer; his works include The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), The Deserted Village (1770), and She Stoops to Conquer (1773).

William Hazlitt (1778-1830) English essayist and literary critic; author of Characters of Shakespeare's Plays (1817), Lectures on the English Poets (1818), and The Spirit of the Age (1825).

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English man of letters, among many other works he edited A Dictionary of the English Language (1755) and Shakespeare (1765), and wrote Lives of the Poets (1779-81).

Sir Thomas Lawrence (1769-1830) English portrait painter who succeeded Joshua Reynolds as painter in ordinary to the king (1792); he was president of the Royal Academy (1820).

Stephen Lushington (1782-1873) Barrister, judge, and Whig MP; educated at Eton and at Christ Church, Oxford, he advised Lady Byron on a separation from Lord Byron in 1816.

Sir James Mackintosh (1765-1832) Scottish philosopher and man of letters who defended the French Revolution in Vindiciae Gallicae (1791); he was Recorder of Bombay (1803-1812) and MP for Knaresborough (1819-32).

Henry Matthews (1789-1828) Brother of Charles Skinner Matthews; he was Byron's Cambridge friend, member of King's College, and author of The Diary of an Invalid (1820), afterwards a judge in Ceylon.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet and biographer, author of the Irish Melodies (1807-34), The Fudge Family in Paris (1818), and Lalla Rookh (1817); he was Byron's close friend and designated biographer.

Frederick North, fifth earl of Guilford (1766-1827) Son of the prime minister; he was governor of Ceylon (1798-1805) and an enthusiastic philhellene who founded the Ionian University at Corfu. He succeeded to the title in 1817.

Henry William Paget, first marquess of Anglesey (1768-1854) Originally Bayly, educated at Westminster and Christ Church, Oxford; he was MP (1790-1810), commander of cavalry under Sir John Moore, lost a leg at Waterloo, and raised to the peerage 1815; he was lord-lieutenant of Ireland (1828-29, 1830-33).

Sir Robert Peel, second baronet (1788-1850) Byron's schoolmate at Harrow, afterwards prime minister from 1834-1835 and 1841-1846.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744) English poet and satirist; author of The Rape of the Lock (1714) and The Dunciad (1728).

Thomas Pringle (1789-1834) Scottish poet, journalist, and abolitionist, who after a brief stint as one of the founding editors of Blackwood's Magazine emigrated to southern Africa.

Madame Roland (1754-1793) An early supporter of the French Revolution, she was guillotined with other leaders of the Girondist faction.

Francis Barry Boyle St. Leger (1799-1829) Irish poet and novelist, educated at Rugby School; he wrote for the New Monthly Magazine and Knight's Quarterly Magazine, was co-editor of the London Magazine, and was editor of The Album and the Brazen Head.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) The Bard of Avon.

Arthur Wellesley, first duke of Wellington (1769-1852) Soldier and statesman; commander in the Peninsular Campaign (1809-1813), he defeated Napoleon at Waterloo and was prime minister (1828-1830).

The Edinburgh Review, or Critical Journal. (1802-1929). Founded by Francis Jeffery, Sydney Smith, and Henry Brougham, the Edinburgh Review was for decades a principal organ of Whig opinion in Britain.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) “The Death-boat of Heligoland” in New Monthly Magazine. Vol. 23 (November 1828): 416. Signed C.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) “Lectures on Sculpture, by John Flaxman, Esq.” in New Monthly Magazine. Vol. 28 (January 1830): 97-104. A reply to Hazlitt's review in the Edinburgh.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) Life of Mrs. Siddons. 2 vols (London: Effingham Wilson, 1834).

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) “Lines on the Glasgow Volunteers” in Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell. 3 vols (London: Moxon, 1849). Written 1793.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) “Lines on the Departure of Emigrants for New South Wales” in The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell. (London: Moxon, 1839).

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) “Notices of the Life of Lord Byron by Mr. Moore, and Remarks on those Notices by Lady Byron” in New Monthly Magazine. Vol. 28 (April 1830): 377-382.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) Pleasures of Hope, with other Poems. (Edinburgh: Mundell, 1799). One of the most widely admired and frequently reprinted poems of the nineteenth century; with Samuel Rogers' Pleasures of Memory (1792) it propelled the busy “Poems of the Pleasures” genre.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) “The Sonnets of Shakspeare” in New Monthly Magazine. Vol. 26 (December 1829): 577-583.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) Specimens of the British Poets: with Biographical and Critical Notices, and an Essay on English Poetry. 7 vols (London: Murray, 1819). Campbell's prefatory remarks sparked the “Pope Controversy” between advocates of the classical and romantic schools in English poetry.

John Flaxman (1755-1826) Lectures on Sculpture, as delivered by him before the President and Members of the Royal Academy, with a brief Memoir of the Author. (London: John Murray, 1829).

William Hazlitt (1778-1830) “Flaxman's Lectures on Sculpture” in Edinburgh Review. Vol. 50 (October 1829): 231-255.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Letters and Journals of Lord Byron with Notices of his Life. 2 vols (London: Murray, 1830). The first authorized collection of Byron's letters and journals.

Francis Barry Boyle St. Leger (1799-1829) Some Account of the Life of the late Gilbert Earle, Esq. written by himself. (London: C. Knight, 1824). A novel.

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