You must consider that Edinburgh is a very grave place,
and that you live with philosophers who are very intolerant of nonsense. I
write for the London, not for the Scotch market, and perhaps more people read
my nonsense than your sense. The complaint was loud and universal of the
extreme dulness and lengthiness of the Edinburgh Review. Too much, I admit, would not do of my style; but
the proportion in which it exists enlivens the Review, if you appeal to the
whole public, and not to the eight or ten grave Scotchmen with whom you live. I
am a very ignorant, frivolous, half-inch person; but, such as I am, I am sure I
have done your Review good, and contributed to bring it into notice. Such as I
am, I shall be, and
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So I judge myself; but, after all, the practical appeal is to you. If you think my assistance of no value, I am too just a man to be angry with you upon that account; but while I write, I must write in my own way. All that I meant to do with Lord Selkirk’s case was to state it.
I am extremely sorry for Moore’s misfortune, but only know generally that he has met with misfortune. God bless you!