In 1760, he published his "Letters of a Citizen of the World," which were very generally read and as generally admired; and have long taken their stand in the list of English classics. His next work was his celebrated novel, "The Vicar of Wakefield," which, though finished in 1763, was not published till 1766, when his "Traveller" had established his fame. But it no sooner appeared than it secured the warmest friends among every descrip. tion of readers; with the old, by the purity of its moral lessons; and with the young, by the interest of the story. Its great charm is its close adherence to nature; nature in its commendable, not in its vicious points of view. "The Primrose family is a great creation of genius: such a picture of warm-hearted simplicity, mingled with the little foibles and weaknesses common to the best specimens of humanity, that we find nothing like it in the whole range of fiction." In December, 1764, was published "The Traveller," the earliest of his productions to which Goldsmith prefixed his name. Dr. Johnson was the first to introduce it to the public, in a notice in the Critical Review, closing his remarks with these words: "Such is the poem on which we now congratulate the public, as on a production to which, since the death of Pope, it will not be easy to find any thing equal." It is hardly necessary to say how perfectly this sentiment has been universally concurred in; for few poems in the English language have been more deservedly popular. In 1765 he published his ballad of the "Hermit," and engaged in other works for the booksellers, to supply his immediate wants. In 1768 appeared his comedy of "The Good-Natured Man," which had not much success; but in the next year the "Deserted Village" was given to the public, which gave him a still higher rank, and still greater celebrity as a poet.3 In the same year he 1 These Letters purported to be written by a Chinese philosopher, wno, in travelling through Europe, for the purpose of examining the manners and customs of the various nations, fixed his residence for some time in England, for the purpose of describing the manners of its people. He is full of the wisest reflections upon men and manners, and sometimes utters very startling sentiments. 2 Prior, vol. ii. p. 111. "We read the 'Vicar of Wakefield' in youth and in age,-we return to it again and again, and bless the memory of an author who contrives so well to reconcile us to human nature."-Sir Walter Scott. "The irresistible charm this novel possesses, evinces how much may be done without the aid of extravagant incident, to excite the imagination and interest the feelings. Few productions of this kind afford greater amusement in the perusal, and still fewer inculcate more impressive lessons of morality. Though wit and humor abound in every page, yet in the whole volume there is not one thought injurious in its tendency, nor one sentiment that can offend the chastest ear. Its language, in the words of an elegant writer, is what 'angels might have heard, and virgins told.'"— Washington Irving. An interesting anecdote relative to this novel, told by Boswell in his Life of Johnson, and which has been illustrated by a most beautiful engraving, may here be repeated:-"I received one mornIng," says Johnson, "a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and, as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent; at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira, and a glass before aim. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return; and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he dis charged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.” 8 "The 'Deserted Village' has an endearing locality, and introduces us to beings with whom the Imagination contracts an intimate friendship. Fiction in poetry is not the reverse of truth, but ker Bort and enchanted resemblance; and this ideal beauty of nature has been seldom united with so much scber fidelity as in the groups and scenery of the Deserted Village.'"- Campbell entered into engagements for writing his histories of Rome, Greece, ani England. Two years after, he appeared the second time as a dramatic author, and with very great success. Dr. Johnson said of "She Stoops to Conquer," that he knew of no comedy for many years that had so much exhilarated an audi ence, and had answered the great end of comedy-making an audienc merry. One of his last publications was a "History of the Earth, and Animated Nature," which appeared in 1774, and for which he received the sum of eight hundred and fifty pounds; but such was his improvidence that his money was gone almost as soon as received. A tale of distress would take from him his last penny. His affairs, in consequence, became very much deranged; and his circumstances, preying upon his mind, are supposed to have accelerated his death, which occurred on the 4th of April, 1774. 66 Thus terminated the life of an admirable writer and estimable man at the early age of forty-five, when his powers were in full vigor, and much was to be expected from their exertion. The shock to his friends appears to have been great from the unexpected loss of one whose substantial virtues, with all his foibles and singularities, they had learned to value. Burke, on hearing it, burst into tears; Sir Joshua Reynolds relinquished painting for the day,—a very unusual forbearance; and Dr. Johnson, though little prone to exhibit strong emotions of grief, felt most sincerely on this occasion." Three months afterward he thus wrote to Boswell: "Of poor dear Dr. Goldsmith here is little to be told more than the papers have made public. He died of a fever, I am afraid more violent from uneasiness of mind. He had raised money and squandered it, by every artifice of acquisition and folly of expense. But let not his frailties be remembered: he was a very great man." To the merits of Goldsmith, as a writer, the testimony of critics almost innumerable might be adduced. But the following few lines from an admirable article by Sir Walter Scott, will suffice: "The wreath of Golds nith is unsullied; he wrote to exalt virtue and expose vice; and he accomplished his task in a manner which raises him to the highest rank among British authors. We close his volume with a sigh, that such an author should have written so little from the stores of his own genius, and that he should have so prematurely been removed from the sphere of literature which he so highly adorned."3 1 Prior, vol. ll. p. 519. 2 "Here Fancy's favorite, Goldsmith, sleeps; St. James's Chronicle, April 7, 1774. 8 Read-the article on Goldsmith in the 3d vol. of Scott's Prose Works: also, another in the 5711 vel. of Quarterly Review: also life, in Mrs. Barbauld's "Lives of the British Novelists:" also, Life and Works by Prior, 6 vols., one of the most valuable contributions to English literature of the re Bent century. In Boswell's Johnson, Goldsmith is frequently mentioned, but not in such a manner as to do any justice to his character. How could it be expected from such a man? When the work was first published, Burke, much displeased that Goldsmith should be so undervalued 'n it, remarked to a lady: "What rational opinion, my dear madam, could yon expect a lawyer to give of a poet?' Wilkes improved upon this, and remarked at a dinner, "A Scotch lawyer and an Irish poet I hold to be about as opposite as the antipodes." Sir Joshua Reynolds also expressed his decided dissent froin Boswell's opinions; and George Stevens, in his usual sarcastic spirit, remarked, "Why, sir, it is not unusual for a man who has much genius to be censured by one who has none." And Sir Walter Scott remarked, "I wonder why Boswell so often displays a malevolent feeling towards Golaswith, Rivalry for Johnson's good graces, perhaps." That Johnson's opinion was most favorable to Goldsmith, Boswen's own book testifies. Hear him: "Goldsmith was a man who, whatever he wrote did it better than any other man could do. He deserved a place in Westminster Abbey; and every ITALY. Far to the right where Apennine ascends, Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side, While oft some temple's mouldering tops between Could nature's bounty satisfy the breast, The sons of Italy were surely blest. Whatever fruits in different climes were found, That opulence departed leaves behind; For wealth was theirs, nor far removed the date, Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supplied A mistress or a saint in every grove. By sports like these are all their cares beguiled, r he lived he would have deserved it more." Again: "Whether, indeed, we take him as a poet, as a comic writer, or as an historian, he stands in the first class." Either Sir Joshua Reynolds, or some other friend who communicated the story to m, calling one Each nobler aim, represt by long control, As in those domes, where Cæsars once bore sway, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed; The Traveler. FRANCE. To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire! Have led their children through the mirthful maze So blest a life these thoughtless realms display, Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, Honor, that praise which real merit gains Or e'en imaginary worth obtains, Here passes current; paid from hand to hand, day at Goldsmith's lodgings, opened the door without ceremony, and discovered him, not in me, totion, or in the throes of poetic birth, but in the boyish office of teaching a favorite dog to sit upi ght upon its haunches, or, as it is commonly said, to beg. Occasionally he glanced his eyes over his desk, and occasionally shook his finger at the unwilling pupil, in order to make him retain his post tion; while on the page before him was written that couplet, with the ink of the second line still wet, from the description of Italy: "By sports like these are all their cares beguiled, The sports of children satisfy the child." ne sentiment seemed so appropriate to the employment, that the visitor could not refrain from giv ng vent to his surprise in a strain of banter, which was received with characteristic good hinnoi, and the admission at once made, that the amusement in which he had been engaged had given birth to the idea. 1 "I had some knowledge of music," says George Primrose, in the Vicar of Wakefield, with a tolerable voice, and now turned what was my amusement into a present means of subsistence. I passed among the harmless peasants of Flanders, and among such of the French as were poor enough to be very merry; for I ever found them sprightly in proportion to their wants. Whenever I approached a peasant's house towards nightfall, I played one of my most merry tunes and that procured me not only a lodging, but subsistence for the next day." From courts, to camps, to cottages it strays, They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem, For praise too dearly loved, or warmly sought, BRITAIN. My genius spreads her wing, The Traveller. And flies where Britain courts the western spring; I see the lords of human kind pass by; By forms unfashion'd fresh from Nature's hand; True to imagined right above control, While e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan, Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictured here, Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie; All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown; There is, perhaps, no couplet in English rhyme more perspicuously condensed than those two lines of The Traveller,' in which the author describes the at once flattering, vain, and happy cha racter of the French "-Campbell. 2" We talked of Goldsmith's Traveller,' of which Dr. Johnson spoke highly; and, while I was helping him on with us greatcoat, he repeatedly quoted from it the character of the British nation which he did with such energy that the tear started in his eye."-Boswell's Johnson. |