The Autobiography of William Jerdan
Bernard Barton to William Jerdan, 26 February 1820
“Woodbridge, Suffolk, 2nd Mo. 26th, 1820.
“Respected Friend,
“An individual taking upon himself to address, in his
own undisguised name, one whom he can only designate officially, starts with
vast odds; because he has no idea how he may most effectually further his own
views; how far candour may be construed impertinence, or a prudent reserve
imply distrust. I can have no other data to go on, in
this case, than a consciousness how I should myself be most easily induced to
give my attention to an unknown corres-
pondent, and knowing that I should excessively dislike long apologies to
begin with, I shall proceed at once to the point.
“I am engaged just now in superintending a volume of poetry through the
press, or, in other words, expect shortly to have one out. As soon as it is
ready for delivery, and if possible, a few days before any copies are laid on a
bookseller’s counter, I could wish to have one transmitted to thee. This
is all in the usual course, certainly, and could hardly require any previous
address; but as a thousand things may prevent me at the time from explaining my
views as to the claims of this volume on public notice, and as I have a leisure
half hour this evening, I feel quite disposed to avail myself of it. Indeed, I
could wish, before I actually present my production to thy critical inspection
and consequent verdict, to have some grounds for hoping, not that it will be
praised, but that it will be fairly and fully examined. Without some such
encouragement, I might naturally doubt whether a volume of poems coming out
neither from the Row, Albemarle-street, Conduit-street, nor any other
birth-place of equal celebrity, but from Grace-church-street, and having in the
title-page a name never before in print, would be ever looked into.
“But now for a word or two as to the book itself, and
its claims on public notice. Its author is certainly not the most suitable
judge of those claims; though I believe, judging from the occasional comments
in the ‘Literary Journal,’ we should not
differ very materially on the merits of the volume. I have read too much excellent poetry to over-rate my own very egregiously;
but waving this part of the business, I may be allowed perhaps to know more
than any one can of my own views in publishing, and my own feelings in
composing these poems; and perhaps I may be
allowed, in
reference to them, to state why I think the book ought to have a reading. Of
the feelings which dictated them, I shall only say that they are not precisely
Arthur
Brooke’s; some of them are not feelings of which I
should be inclined to boast in company, but of none of them should I be ashamed
in private: on this point my limits will not allow me to say more. As to my
views in publishing, they are not mercenary; for I expect no profit; they are
not aspiring—for fame would be of little value to me, though I by no means affect to think lightly of the praise of competent and
intelligent judges—but I have published, or rather prevailed on the booksellers
to publish, this volume as an experiment how far a Quaker Poet might hope to win attention. This is, so
far as I know, the first volume of poems published by a member of our Society,
bearing the visible stamp of Quakerism upon it. Wiffen’s ‘Aonian Hours’ does not, to my view,
solve the question. I know very well, before I read that volume, that a Quaker
might be a poet, if he divested himself of his Quakerism, and wrote in the
style of a popular poet. I am not now finding fault with
my friend Wiffen, for I was pleased with his book; but it
does not determine the compatibility of Poetry and Quakerism to my
satisfaction. There is not a little in it, particularly his excessive
admiration of Lord Byron, which many a
Quaker would be alarmed at. But I am inclined to think poetry may be composed
with strict consistency, and by no means in opposition to the spirit of our
code—and yet not be exclusively religious. He who undertakes the task has a
nice path to tread; I may have failed, but I wish the work to be known, that by
being known the question may be decided. It is needless for me to add, what I
think my frankness may have proved, that I have written in that unreserved
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myself wish to be
addressed, and in which I subscribe myself,
“P.S. If not requesting too great a favour, I would
add that I should have great pleasure in paying the postage of a few lines
in reply to this. I have no improper curiosity about who my correspondents
may be, so, if most agreeable, keep up thy impersonality and address me
officially. A letter will find me addressed Bernard Barton, Woodbridge, Suffolk.”
Bernard Barton (1784-1849)
Prolific Quaker poet whose verse appeared in many of the literary annuals; he was an
acquaintance of Charles Lamb.
John Chalk Claris [“Arthur Brooke”] (1797-1866)
The son of a bookseller, he was educated at the King's School, Canterbury, and was editor
of the
Kent Herald (1826-65). He was a member of Leigh Hunt's circle
who published several volumes of poems.
Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen (1792-1836)
Quaker poet and translator, the brother-in-law of Alaric Alexander Watts and librarian to
the duke of Bedford at Woburn Abbey.