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that admixture of foreign manners which is so striking in the works of Lady Morgan. They contain highlyfinished pictures of fashionable and domestic life, and yet have few points of similarity, if any, to the novels of Hook, Bulwer, Lord Mulgrave, on one side, or Miss Ferier, Miss Austin, or Mrs. Brunton on the other. Though they cannot be said strictly to be historical, yet they will be found to resemble no contemporary works in the department of romance so much as the earlier novels of the author of Waverley. Sir Walter Scott, indeed, with his characteristic frankness, has acknowledged that his original idea, when he commenced his career as a novelist, was to be to Scotland what Miss Edgeworth was to Ireland—to portray peculiarities of manners belonging rather to the generation passing away than to that which now exists ; and to give life to the natural scenery, and permanence to the national characteristics of his countrymen. Waverley, Guy Mannering, Rob Roy—the novels to which Sir Walter Scott originally intended to have confined himself, bear in their most striking features a considerable likeness to Castle Rackrent, Ennui, Ormond, &c.; and the works of Miss Edgeworth will not suffer by a comparison which to almost any other series could not fail to be fatal, while she may also justly claim the merit of priority.*

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* “Two circumstances in particular recalled my recollection of the mislaid manuscript. The first was the extended and wellmerited fame of Miss Edgeworth, whose Irish characters have gone so far to make the English familiar with the character of their gay and kind-hearted neighbours of Ireland, that she may be truly said to have done more towards completing the Union than perhaps all the legislative enactments by which it has been

“Without being so presumptuous as to hope to emulate the rich humour, pathetic tenderness, and admirable tact which pervade the works of my accomplished friend, I felt that something might be attempted for my own country of the same kind with hat which Miss Edgeworth so fortunately achieved for Ireland -something which might introduce her natives to those of the sister kingdom in a more favourable light than they had been

followed up.

In depicting the strange varieties of Irish character, whether grave or gay, she is confessedly without an equal; and when she puts her foot upon a soil foreign to her own, she does not tread it as a stranger. The same felicity which inspires her in the unequalled characters of Sir Phelim, King Corny, &c. presides over the pictures which, in “ Patronage” and other works, she draws from the higher classes of English society. Her comic and playful satire ranks her high in the dominions of humour, while it is combined with a sterling common sense, and a power of picturesque description which seldom fall to the lot of the wit or the satirist. Her story-telling powers are admirable. Who but herself could infuse so much grace and shrewdness into so small a compass as we find them in the Moral and Popular Tales, in "To-morrow," "Murad the Unlucky,” and many others? It is, however, unnecessary now to eulogize the works of Miss Edgeworth. They have taken an enduring position in the literature of the country, and the publishers of this series give it to the world in a well-grounded confidence of its successful reception.

The whole of the works have undergone a careful revision and correction by the author herself.

PATERNOSTER-ROW, April 30, 1832. placed hitherto, and tend to procure sympathy for their virtues and indulgence for their foibles.”—Extract from Sir Walter Scott's General Preface to the Waverley Novels.


The prevailing taste of the public for anecdote has been censured and ridiculed by critics who aspire to the character of superior wisdom : but if we consider it in a proper point of view, this taste is an incontestable proof of the good sense and profoundly philosophic temper of the present times. Of the numbers who study, or at least who read history, how few derive any advantage from their labours! The heroes of history are so decked out by the fine fancy of the professed historian ; they talk in such measured prose, and act from such sublime or such diabolical motives, that few have sufficient taste, wickedness, or heroism to sympathize in their fate. Besides, there is much uncertainty even in the best authenticated ancient or modern histories; and that love of truth which in some minds is innate and immutable, necessarily leads to a love of secret memoirs and private anecdotes. We cannot judge either of the feelings or of the characters of men with perfect accuracy from their actions or their appearance in public; it is from their careless conversations, their half-finished sentences, that we may hope with the greatest probability of success to discover their real characters. The life of a great or of a little man written by himself, the familiar letters, the diary of any indi vidual published by his friends or by his enemies after his decease, are esteemed important literary curiosities. We are surely justified in this eager desire to collect the most minute facts relative to the domestic lives, not only of the great and good, but even of the worthless and insignificant, since it is only by a comparison of their actual happiness or misory in the privacy of domestic life that we can form a just estimate of the real reward of virtue or the real punishment of vice. That the great are not as happy as they soom, that the external circumstances of fortune and rank do not constitute felicity, is asserted by every moralist. The historian can seldom, consistently with his dignity, pauso to illustrate this truth ; it is therefore to the biographer we must have recourse. After we have beheld splendid characters playing their parts on the great theatre of the world, with all the advantages of stage offect and decoration, we anxiously beg to be admitted behind the scenes, that we may take a nearer view of the actors and actresses.

Some may perhaps imagine that the value of biography depends upon the judgment and taste of the biogrupher ; but, on the contrary, it may be maintained that the merits of a biographer are inversely as the extent of his intellectual powers and of his literary talents. unvarnished tale is preferable to the most highly ornamented narrative. Where we see that a man has the power, we may naturally suspect that he has the will, to deceive us; and those who are used to literary manufacture know how much is often sacrificed to the rounding of a period or the pointing of an antithesis.

That the ignorant may have their prejudices as well as the learned cannot be disputed; but we see and despise vulgar errors ; we never how to the authority of him who has no great name to sanction his absurdítica. The partiality which blinds a biographer to the defects of bis hero in proportion as it is gross ceases to be dangerous; but if it be concealed by the appearance of candour, which men of great abilitics best know how to assume, it endangers our judgment sometimes, and sometimes ou morals. If her grace the Duchess of Newcastle,

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