Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
Walter Scott to Charles Maturin, 26 February 1818
“26th February, 1818.
“Dear Sir,
“I am going to claim the utmost and best privilege
of sincere friendship and good-will, that of offering a few words of well-meant
advice; and you may be sure that the occasion seems important to induce me to
venture so far upon your tolerance. It respects the preface to your work, which Constable and Co. have sent to me. It is as
well written as that sort of thing can be; but will you forgive me if I say—it
is too much in the tone of the offence which gave rise to it, to be agreeable
either to good taste or to general feeling. Coleridge’s work has been little read or heard of,
and has made no general impression whatever—certainly no impression
unfavourable to you or your Play. In the opinion, therefore, of many, you will
be resenting an injury of which they are unacquainted with the existence. If I
see a man beating another unmercifully, I am apt to condemn him upon the first
blush of the business, and hardly excuse him though I may afterwards learn he
had ample provocation. Besides, your diatribe is not hujus loci. We take up a novel for amusement, and this
current of controversy breaks out upon us like a stream of lava out of the side
of a beautiful green hill; men will say you should have reserved your disputes
for re-
views or periodical
publications, and they will sympathize less with your anger, because they will
not think the time proper for expressing it. We are bad judges, bad physicians,
and bad divines in our own case; but, above all, we are seldom able, when
injured or insulted, to judge of the degree of sympathy which the world will
bear in our resentment and our retaliation. The instant, however, that such
degree of sympathy is exceeded, we hurt ourselves and not our adversary; I am
so convinced of this, and so deeply fixed in the opinion, that besides the
uncomfortable feelings which are generated in the course of literary debate, a
man lowers his estimation in the public eye by engaging in such controversy,
that, since I have been dipped in ink, I have suffered no personal attacks (and
I have been honoured with them of all descriptions) to provoke me to reply. A
man will certainly be vexed on such occasions, and I have wished to have the
knaves where the muircock was the bailie—or, as you
would say, upon the sod—but I never let the thing cling
to my mind, and always adhered to my resolution, that if my writings and tenor
of life did not confute such attacks, my words never should. Let me entreat you
to view Coleridge’s violence as a thing to be
contemned, not retaliated—the opinion of a British public may surely be set in
honest opposition to that of one disappointed and wayward man. You should also
consider, en bon Chrétien, that
Coleridge has had some room to be spited at the world,
and you are, I trust, to continue to be a favourite with the public—so that you
should totally neglect and despise criticism, however virulent, which arises
out of his bad fortune and your good.
“I have only to add, that Messrs Constable and Co. are seriously alarmed for
the effects of the preface upon the public mind as unfavourable to the work. In
this they must be tolerable judges, for their experience
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as to popular feeling is very great; and as they have met your wishes, in all
the course of the transaction, perhaps you will be disposed to give some weight
to their opinion upon a point like this. Upon my own part I can only say, that
I have no habits of friendship, and scarce those of acquaintance with Coleridge—I have not even read his autobiography—but I
consider him as a man of genius, struggling with bad habits and difficult
circumstances. It is, however, entirely upon your account that I take the
liberty of stating an opinion on a subject of such delicacy. I should wish you
to give your excellent talents fair play, and to ride this race without
carrying any superfluous weight; and I am so well acquainted with my old
friend, the public, that I could bet a thousand pounds to a shilling that the
preface (if that controversial part of it is not cancelled) will greatly
prejudice your novel.
“I will not ask your forgiveness for the freedom I
have used, for I am sure you will not suspect me of any motives but those which
arise from regard to your talents and person; but I shall be glad to hear
(whether you follow my advice or no) that you are not angry with me for having
volunteered to offer it.
“My health is, I think, greatly improved; I have had
some returns of my spasmodic affection, but tolerable in degree, and yielding
to medicine. I hope gentle exercise and the air of my hills will set me up this
summer. I trust you will soon be out now. I have delayed reading the sheets in
progress after vol. I., that I might enjoy them when collected. Ever yours,
&c.,
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.
Archibald Constable (1774-1827)
Edinburgh bookseller who published the
Edinburgh Review and works
of Sir Walter Scott; he went bankrupt in 1826.