Lady Morgan’s Memoirs
Sydney Owenson to Thomas Longman, 10 December 1809
Great George Street,
December 10th, 1809.
Sir,
I am honoured by the attention with which you have
perused my work, and obliged for the hints you have suggested for its
improvement. I am at all times open to conviction, but particularly so, when I
observe great nicety of judgment united to great kind-
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ness
of intention, as in the present instance; as far as is consonant with my
feelings, my principles, and the true and lasting interest of the little work in question, I
shall gratefully submit, sir, to your criticisms and alterations. While I
regret that my approbation of your judgment in a general sense is not
accompanied by a perfect coincidence in our opinions in a partial one.
Your apprehension that some of my readers will suspect
the work of being tainted with the philosophy of the new school of French
moralists, and of promulgating Deistical principles, give me leave to say, I
think unfounded. I solemnly assure you I am wholly unacquainted with the works
of the persons alluded to (except a very partial perusal of Helvetius and the travels of M. Volney come under that head); the habits of
my life and situation have all thrown me dependent on my own mind, and have
been as favourable to the study of Nature in her moral operations and an
admiration of her works in their spirit and their forms, as they have been
inimical to that description of information and system which books are
calculated to bestow.
Whatever, therefore, are my errors, they are exclusively
my own; are, consequently, free from the criticisms of common-place imitation,
and in an age when human intellect has nearly readied its god of attainment,
the writer who has (in the least degree) the power to be original, inevitably possesses the spell to be attractive. Were I writing for certain sects,
or for a certain class in society only, some part of
your appre-
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hensions, sir, might be justified; but I trust I
am writing for society at large. I do not assert it in the egotism of
authorship or the vanity of youth, but in the confidence of a mind whose
principles are drawn from Nature; and who, feeling
what it believes to be the truth, has no hesitation to declare it; but, though
sir, your private opinions may harmonize with mine, you will observe that the
interest of the persons who publish the work is also to be considered, and in
this I perfectly agree with you; but it would argue great want of knowledge of
human nature in general, and of literary experience in particular, to suppose
that a work original in its sentiments, or remotely inimical to an established
system of opinion, will, by the boldness of such an effort, be injured in its
circulation. On the contrary, the fermentations in public opinion, which it
gives rise to, awakens a public interest, and rouses a species of fanaticism in
its readers (whether for or against the leading tenets of the work,) which
eventually promotes its sale and circulation, and, consequently, the interests
of its publisher. God forbid, however, that I should
attempt to procure emolument to them, or a transient fame for myself, by any
other means than by the honest exertion of my little talent, contributing its
mite to the well being and happiness of society; and so invariably true have I ever found myself to its moral and religious
interests, that though I knew it was almost impossible to limit the inference
of prejudice and bigotry, yet I did not suppose the utmost stretch of sectarian
zeal could have tortured out an unmoral or irreligious sentiment from anything
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I have ever written, until your letter, sir, suggested
the possibility. If, therefore, any correction is made in the conversations
between the Diako and his pupils (which I submit to with the very greatest reluctance) I request it may be
with very great delicacy; as there is not a word in them which (in a moral
point of view) I should wish to erase even on my death bed, or which I think
would be received with the shadow of disapprobation by
an enlightened, a tolerant, or philanthropic reader.
If I have, in the hurry of composition, asserted that the
union of social and selfish love constitute the perfection of human Nature, I
have written nonsense, for the union might exist upon very unequal terms, and
the selfish preponderate very much over the social.
I meant to assert that the subjection of the selfish passions to the social or
general good of mankind constituted the perfection of human Virtue; but of human virtue, I do not believe that any peculiar mode of
faith is to be considered, as it must be admitted that a Brahmin or Mussulman,
a Catholic or Protestant, may all be perfectly virtuous men, though they differ
in points of faith, and that a man who promotes the happiness of his fellow
creature is a virtuous man, even though he is a Jew, which is but his
misfortune, and it might have been yours sir, or mine, had we been born of
parents of that persuasion; for, after all, we must confess, that our religion
is more frequently our inheritance than our conviction;
though it may be both—and certainly, when Mr.
Pope asserted, that “his faith can’t be wrong
whose life is in the
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right,” he broached a
much more heretical tenet than I ever wrote, or, indeed, thought, either true
or justifiable. I believe, therefore, if you substitute virtue for nature, I believe you will find
the passage perfectly innocent. As to the allusion to Mr. Addison, you may do with it as you please;
I always thought highly of him as a writer for the age he lived in, and weakly
of him as a man for any age. His ostentatious speech was false in its tendency,
both as to experience of human nature and to the humility of religion.
Multitudes of infidels, or even of criminals, have died with equal fortitude
and calmness.
Joseph Addison (1672-1719)
English politician and man of letters, with his friend Richard Steele he edited
The Spectator (1711-12). He was the author of the tragedy
Cato (1713).
Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
English poet and satirist; author of
The Rape of the Lock (1714)
and
The Dunciad (1728).
Constantin François, comte de Volney (1757-1820)
Oriental traveler, historian and member of the Académie française. He wrote
Les Ruines, ou méditations sur les révolutions des empires
(1791).