o^ M IV r LISRARY "^ UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORN A SAN DIEGO J r a HANDBOOKS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE. Edited bv Professor Hales. Crovn 8vo, 3.?. 6f/. each. THE AUE OF ISIILTON (1632-1660). liy the Rev. J. H. B. Masterman, M.A. AVith an Introduction, etc., by J. Bass Mullinger, M.A. THE AGE OF DRYDEN (1660-1700). ]5v Richard Garnett, C.B., LL.D. 2iid Edition. THE AGE OF POPE (1700-1748). By John Dennis. linl Edition. THE AGE OF JOHNSON (1748-1798). By Thomas Seccombe. THE AGE OF AVORDS WORTH (1798-1830). By Pro- fessor C. H. Herford, Litt.D. 3rd Edition. THE AGE OF TENNYSON (1830-1870). By Professor Hugh AValker, M.A. 2nd Edition. Thefolloicing Volumes are in, jjveparation : THE AGE OF ALFRED. By H. Frank Heath, Ph.D. THE AGE OF CHAUCER. By Professor Hales. THE AGE OF SHAKESPEARE. By Professor Hales. HANDBOOKS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE EDITED BY PROFESSOR HALES THE AGE OF JOHNSON GEORGE BELL & SONS LONDON: YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN NEW YORK, 66, FIFTH AVENUE, AND BOMBAY : 53, ESPLANADE ROAD CAMBRIDGE : DEIGHTON, BELL & CO. THE AGE OF JOHNSON (1 748- 1 798) BY THOMAS SECCOMBE LONDON GEORGE BELL AND SONS 1900 CHISWICK PRESS : CHARLES WHITTINGH AM AND CO. TOOKS COIRT, CHANCEKY LANK, LONDON. CONTENTS. I'AUE Introduction ix Chapter I. Essayists axu Ckitrs 1 /Samuel Johnson— Oliver Goldsmith— Joseph AVarton — Thomas Warton — Thomas Gray — Minor Critics. Chapter II. Memoirs and Letters . • . . . :« Lord Chesterfield — Horace Walpole — James Boswell — Tliomas Hoi croft — SamuelBurdy — Wolfe Tone — Madame D'Arblay— Mrs. Thrale— Mrs. Trench— Thomas Twining. Chapter III. Political Writers 66 Edmund Burke — Junius — Thomas Paine. Chapter IV. Study and Research. I. Economists and Philo-suphcrs ..... 88 Adam Smith— David Hume— David Hartley — Erasmus Darwin. II. Naturalists and Gcograjjlicrs ..... 98 Gilbert White — James Bruce — Arthur Young — Thomas Pennant — John Pinkerton — John Hawkesworth — County Historians. III. Classical Scholars and Humanists .... 105 Samuel Parr — Home Tooke— (Jilbert Wakefield — Kichard Porson— Jonathan Touj). Chapter V. The Theologians 110 William Paley — Josepli Priestley — Samuel Horsley— Thomas Paiiie— l5isho]i Watson— Conyers Middleton— William Warlmituu— Bishop Lowtli — luliii Wesley — diaries Wesley. Chapter \\. The Historians l-j; Thomas t'arte -George i^ytteltou— l>a\ id Hume— 'J'obiiis Smollett— William Kobertson^Ed\\ard(iil)bun- Tliomus Somerville—Iiobert Watson— Kobert Orme-Uiiver (iold- .smith — .\dam Ferguxm — Minor Historians. Till CONTENTS. PAGE Chapter VII. The Great Novelists . . . .153 Samuel Richardson— Henry Fielding— Tobias JSmollett— Laurence Sterne. Chapter VIII. Minor Novelists 189 Fanny Burney — Henry Brooke — Henry Mackenzie — Clara Reeve — Mrs. Radcliffe — Joseph Strutt — Thomas Day — Hannah More. Chapter IX. The Drama 199 Samuel Johnson — Edward Moore — Jolin Home — Samuel Foote — Arthur Murphy — James Townley — David Garrick — George Colman — Hugh Kelly — Richard Cumberland — Oliver Goldsmith — John G'Keeffe — Charles Macklin — Frederic Reynolds — Richard Brinsley Sheridan — Thomas Holcroft — John Tobin — W. H. Ireland. Chapter X. The Poets. I. The Tradition of Pope 222 Poets Laureate — AVilliam Whitehead — Henry James Pye— Samuel Johnson — Charles Churchill — John Wol- cot — Christopher Anstey — The Rolliad — The Anti- Jacobin — William Gifford — Minor Satirists — Oliver Goldsmith — William Falconer — Richard Glover — James Grainger — Minor Bards — Erasmus Darwin. II. The Transition 244 William Collins — Thomas Gray — The Wartous — Thomas Russell— Christopher Smart— William Cowper — James Macpherson— Thomas Chatterton— William Blake. III. Allan ruinmu/s School 285 The Hamiltons— Jean Elliot— James Beattie— Alex- ander Ross— W. J. Mickle— John Logan— Michael Bruce — Robert Fergusson. IV. Robert Burns 297 Chronological Table 315 Index 335 INTRODUCTION. The period with wliicli we are to deal iu the present volume rauges from 1748 to 1798, thus including almost two genera- tions, and more great names in our literature than any other ' Age ' included in this series. In some of its aspects, as an age in which continental travel was still a mai*k of distinction, or as the period of Waverley and Bedgauntlet, it seems singularly remote ; while in others it is strangely near to us, and, indeed, it is far from easy to realize that the present gracious occupant of the English throne is the granddaughter of George III., whose reign, commencing in 1760, covers nearly the whole of our epoch. Two genera- tions pass across the scene, yet there must have been not a few old men who, having witnessed the fall of Sir Eobert Walpole, the great military successes of 1759, and the disasters and humiliations of 1781, lived on to see the signal triumph of British Conservatism in the Peninsular War, the overthrow of Napoleon, and the rise in the heavens of that brilliant literary constellation of which Scott and Byron, Wordsworth and Shelley, were luminaries. Horace Walpole himself, who had an interview as a child with George I,, lived down to 1797, and his Letters and Memoirs are a chronicle in brief of his time. In literary development, as in all the essential factors of civilization, the age was one of rapid and vigorous growth. It is, however, a noteworthy fact that from the time of Coleridge and the great Romantic Renaissance there have X INTRODUCTION. been a number of critical writers of no mean order, who have carried out a kind of literary boycott of the eighteenth century, or who, having made a rapid incursion to deliver Blake and Chatterton, and possibly Gray, from the bonds of a century into which (they protest) they must have got by mistake, have denounced the age unsjiaringly as dull and unprincipled, ugly and brutal. As the fourteenth century with the thirteenth, so, entirely to its disadvantage, the eighteenth century has been contrasted with the seven- teenth, and its general tone held up for public reprobation. Like other periods, the eighteenth century has its ugly and depressing sides ; its distaste for the unknown, the mys- terious, the transcendental is a feature especially rejiugnant to enthusiastic Romanticists, by whom a dislike for prosaic common sense, however great the prose may be, is genuinely and sincerely felt ; it is a recognized tendency, moreover, in a generation to underrate or to despise the achievements of its great-grandfathers. Some such considerations as these may serve to explain a portion of the critical reaction against the tendencies of the eighteenth century, but they by no means explain the whole of it. Many of the im- jiutations against the century are intelligible enough, but when we come to the reiterated charge of dullness we are driven to account for the phenomenon as another illustra- tion of the human weakness for dej^reciating things of the qualities of which we are ignorant, of describing a terra incognita as an arid desert, as the outcome, in brief, less of prejudice than of ignorance. Up to the time of Swift the great scholars of Western Europe Avere prone to assume a complete and exhaustive knowledge of all extant literature, and, indeed, many of llicir treatises read as if they were designed to show how many authorities the learned writer could cite upon any given topic. At a time when a library of about a thousiind INTRODUCTION. XI folio volumes miglit be held to comprise the whole of learned and polite literature worthy of the name, the claim was tiot so preposterous as it might now ap])oar. Yet the pedantry of this kind of pretension was so mercilessly lashed by Swift and his disciples that it has never again reared its head ; and since his day the pi'ess has been so prolific, and the ovei'-population of our libraries has ad- vanced to such a pitch, that a reader, however omnivorous, has perforce to neglect huge tracts of literary territory. How is he to arrange his itinerary with the least possible loss of pleasure and instruction to himself? It is for an answer to this question that the man of books turns as to a guide- book to the literary critic. England has produced some great literary guides from the time of Addison to that of Matthew Arnold ; but can it be said that our criticism has progressed jjrtri passu with our enormous book-pro- duction, or that the ability manifested has been anything like in proportion to the increasing imj^ortance of the critic's function? AVhen in a great library one asks to be conducted to the presses devoted to English critical litera- ture,-one can hardly fail to be struck by the extreme paucity of the achievements of our critics as a whole ; regarding the vague and irregular tracks which they have left over the vast region of English literature, can one fail to cast an eye of admiration, not unmixed with envy, upon the well- beaten sentler of French literary criticism ? Bewildered, then, as he often is by a lack of adec[uate direction, or even more probably misled by the cxti-eme importance attached by his journal to the * Books of the Week,' it is scarcely to be wondered at that the reader of to-day adopts the ingenious method of elimination to which we have already adverted, and stigmatizes as dull a period with which his opi)ortunitics of acquaintance have hitherto been strictly limited. He is, in truth, arriving at the conclusion that Xll INTRODUCTION. the eigliteeiitli century is dull, by tlie same process that inauy Englishmen pronounce Grerman literature to be stupid, and by which George III. doubtless decided that much of Shakespeare was ' sad stuff.' There was an old superstition that the application of a dead hand was a sure remedy for swellings, and when one is vexed by the tumidity with which so much work of a purely ephemeral order is acclaimed, one is irresistibly tempted to prescribe a severe application of the great literature of the dead past — to be well rubbed in. How much better, indeed, if in the wise words of Froude, ' each age studied its own faults, and endeavoured to mend them, instead of comparing itself with others to its own advantage ' ! It would be interesting, and not perhaps unamusing, if we had space to deal here with the various attempts that have been made by well-meaning critics to juggle with the chronology of the eighteenth century. One demonstrates convincingly that it begins in 1660, while another would retard its commencement until 1714. Nor is opinion less divided as to when it should close ; one authority says 1748, another 1760, another 1782, and yet again, 1798. In French eyes, it is needless to state, not merely a century but a whole era came to an end in 1789. The consensus that Johnson and Chatterton were of different centuries is almost overwhelming. Such vagaries are laughable enough, and it would certainly be convenient if we could palm Martin Tupper off upon the twentieth century, or ignore the fact that no English poet in the nineteenth had so wide a circulation during his lifetime. Assuming, as a mere working hypothesis, that the eighteenth century commenced on January 1st, 1701 (12 William III.), and concluded on December 31st, 1800 (41 George III.), we shall now endeavour within the briefest limits of space to consider, first, how far the specific charges INTRODUCTION. Xlll brought by the Eomantic school of critics against the age (and especially the period 1748-1798) are well founded, and then, while fully admitting the faults and the failures with which humanity in the eighteenth century is especially chargeable, to appeal to some of its more distinctive achieve- ments in justification of its claim, as one of the gi-eatest creative periods in our national annals, to a somewhat larger share of the regard and veneration of English readers than it has of late been the fashion to accord to it. In regard to the sweeping but reiterated charge of dullness, in addition to what we have already said, we can only claim that the great names in any one of our chapters constitute a sufficient refutation. If the first chapter, with Johnson, Goldsmith, and Gray, prove inconclusive, take the second, with Boswell, Chesterfield, and Walpole ; here sui'ely we have no less than three several refutations, for the state of mind of the man who can describe Boswell's biography or Walpole's Letters as dull is to the ordinary literary imagination unthinkable. Peoyde of the critical calibre of George III. may j^erhaps yet be found to call Fielding dull, and Cowper brutal, and Uncle Toby unprin- cipled ; but if Sheridan and dullness are convertible terms, we may reasonably expect to hear that Shakespeare is shallow, Milton no scholar, Hume obtuse, Tennyson coarse, or George Meredith stupid. In the foi'egoing incomplete enumeration, the reader will perceive that the names of two men of genius, the most conspicuous of our period — those of Edmund Burke and Robert Burns — are omitted. The contrast between these two men is a singular one — Burke perhaps the loftiest and Burns the homeliest, in the best sense of homely — that our literature has to show. The man who enunciated in memorable words the fundamental principle that ' magna- nimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom, and a XIV INTRODUCTION, gi'eat empire and little minds go ill together,' was pre- eminently one whose first characteristic was loftiness of thought. It would be impossible to find among our senators (and he did more than any man to invest the House of Commons with the dignity atid gravity of a senate) a name freer from suspicion of meanness or selfishness. His appeals are ahvays made to the nobler sentiments of men, which so few English speakers venture to address. He is not ashamed to employ arguments which in the hands of less earnest men, taking their ideas at second-hand, would degenerate into claptrajx He addresses his audience, not merely as politicians and voters, but as Englishmen, as j)rofessed statesmen, assembled for the common purpose of vivifying and directing an empire. Turning to Robert Burns , so deservedly the idol of an inspiring local patriot- ism, so perfected yet so typical a product of the chapter of his country's literature that began with Allan Eamsay, who has ever more truly and powerfully appealed to that sense and feeling of home, which it was the special glory of the eighteenth century to draw out to its full maturity, than that Ayrshire ploughman when he sang : ' To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife ; That's the true pathos and snhlime Of human life.' The vgliness of the eighteenth century is often insisted upon, and that not only by readers of the diatribes of a prejudiced witness like Dickens, but also by many who have studied the unlovely asi)ccts of life as depicted by Fielding and Smollett, l:)y Hogarth and Eowlandson ; and it is certainly true that there lingered on until the close of the century but too many features of a semi-barbarous j^ast. The English were ahvays regarded as an inartistic race, and in 1775 a great Grerman aesthetic critic laboriously de- INTRODUCTION. XV moustrated that high art was inconceivable in England — this at the very moment when the greatest school of painting in the eighteenth century, and the greatest that England has known, was developing its fullest powers. It is very possible that the eclectics of to-day have a firmer taste than that of the architect of Strawberry Hill ; but it is very far indeed from sure that in those arts which may be said to proclaim the general artistic sense of the people, such as architecture, furniture, and costume, we are in any degree superior to our f oi'efathers in the days of Chambers and of Chippendale. In any case it can only have been by a queer freak of irony that the nineteenth century has been impelled to pronounce judgment upon the ugliness of the eighteenth. A very able foreign observer has discerned two quite different Englands occupied by men of our race in this island of Great Britain to-day : ' If you mean the EnglaiKl ut" Jane Austen, of George Eliot, of Tli