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THE LITERATURE OF THE VICTORIAN ERA
by Hugh Walker (1910)
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...circumstances of the mass of readers, is not a matter for un-mingled satisfaction.
Probably, however, the most serious danger arises from the absurd
disproportion which may frequently be noticed between the quality of the work done and
the magnitude of the reward reaped. Carlyle, the foremost man of letters of his time,
was fain at forty-five to earn by lecturing, a task he loathed, the money necessary to
make ends meet and to save himself from exile. Had he not possessed a private fortune
Darwin could never have devoted himself to science. Browning for many years made nothing
by his writings, and Matthew Arnold throughout his life made very little. Although
Tennyson became the most popular poet of his day, he was compelled for ten years to
suspend relations with Emily Sellwood, because he could not afford to marry. So low at
the beginning of the period was the repute of poetry, the finest flower of literature,
that Murray, the most liberal and the most enterprising of publishers, made it his
rule "to refuse all original works of this kind (1)." Chateaubriand, a few years later,
declared the only popular English poet to be "a political verse-writer, who was a working
blacksmith"; and in 1841 John Sterling wrote to Emerson that there was not one man then
living whose verse would pay the expense of publication. Sterling was wrong: then, or
soon afterwards, Martin Tupper was drawing from £500 to £800 a year for Proverbial
Philosophy, and the price which the English public ultimately paid to the author of
this "inspired wisdom" was something like £10,000. Unfortunately there is no sign of
improvement. The author of a new Proverbial Philosophy is as likely now as he was
sixty years ago to receive £ 10,000, and the author of a new Paracelsus to receive
nothing whatsoever. It is just as likely now as it was then that a new Richard Feverel
will be neglected, and a new Heir of Redclyffe hailed as one of the greatest
books ever written.
All the revolution in thought which we associate with the
name of Darwin hangs upon the chance that the man who wrought
it possessed a private fortune! Nothing else is required to prove
how clamant is the need to reduce the present chaos to order.
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1 Smiles's Memoir of John Murray, ii. 374.
...circumstances of the mass of readers, is not a matter for un-mingled satisfaction.
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