Blackwood's Magazine/On the Cockney School of Poetry III
|On the Cockney School of Poetry III (1818)
|Published in Blackwood's Magazine, July 1818, under the pseudonym 'Z'|
THE COCKNEY SCHOOL OP POETRY. No III.
OUR hatred and contempt of Leigh Hunt as a writer, is not so much ow- ing to his shameless irreverence to his aged and afflicted king to his profli- gate attacks on the character of the king's sons to his low-born insolence to that aristocracy with whom he would in vain claim the alliance of one illustrious friendship to his paid panderism to the vilest passions of that mob of which he is himself a firebrand to the leprous crust of self- conceit with which his whole moral being is indurated to that loathsome vulgarity which constantly clings round him like a vermined garment from St Giles' to that irritable tem- per which keeps the unhappy man, in spite even of his vanity, in a per- petual fret with himself and all the world beside, and that shews itself equally in his deadly enmities and capricious friendships, our hatred and contempt of Leigh Hunt, we say, is not so much owing to these and other auses, as to the odious and unnatural harlotry of his polluted muse. We were the first to brand with c burn ^ng iron the false face of this kept-nus- trtss of a demoralizing incendiary. We tore off" her gaudy veil and tran- sparent drapery, and exhibited the painted cheeks and writhing limbs of the prostitute. We denounced to the execration of the people of England, the man who had dared to write in the solitude of a cell, whose walls ought to have heard only the sighs of contrition and repentance, a lewd tale of incest, adultery, and murder, in which the violation of Nature herself was wept over, palliated, justified, and held up to imitation, and the violators themselves worshipped as holy mar- f rs. The story of Rimini had begun to have its admirers ; but their delud- ed minds were startled at our charges, and on reflecting upon the charac- ter of the poem, which they had read with a dangerous sympathy, not on account of its poetical merit, which is small indeed, but on account of those voluptuous scenes, so dangerous even to a pure imagination, when insidi- ously painted with the seeming col- ours of virtue, they were astounded at their own folly and their own dan- ger, and consigned the wretched vol- ume to that ignominious oblivion, which, in a land of religion and mo- rality, must soon be the doom of all obscene and licentious productions.
The story of Rimini is heard of no more. But Leigh Hunt will not be quiet. His hebdomadal hand ☞ is held up, even on the Sabbath, against every man of virtue and genius in the land but the great defamer claims to him- self an immunity from that disgrace which he knows his own wicked- ness has incurred, the Cockney cal- umniator would fain hold his own dis- graced head sacred from the iron fin- gers of retribution. But that head shall be brought low aye low " as heaped up justice" ever sunk that of an offending scribbler against the laws of Nature and of God.
Leigh Hunt dared not, Hazlitt dared not, to defend the character of the " Story of Rimini." A man may venture to say that in verse which it is perilous to utter in plain prose. Even they dared not to affirm to the people of England, that a wife who had committed incest with her hus- band's brother, ought on her death t be buried in the same tomb with her fratricidal paramour, and that tomb to be annually worshipped by the youths and virgins of thtir country. And therefore Leigh Hunt flew into a sa- vage passion against the critic who had. chastised his crime, pretended that he himself was insidiously char- ged with the offences which he had applauded and celebrated in others, and tried to awaken the indignation of the public against his castigator, as if he bad been the secret assassin of pri- vate character, who was but the open foe of public enormity. The attempt was hopeless, the public voice has lifted up against Hunt, and sentence of excommunication from the poets of England has been pronounced, en- rolled, and ratified.
There can be no radical distinction allowed between the private and pub- lic character of a poet. If a poet sym- pathizes with and justifiex wickedness in his poetry, he is a wicked man. It matters not that his private lite may be free from wicked actions. Corrupt his moral principles must be, and if his conduct has not been flagrantly immoral, the cause must be looked for in constitution, &c. but not in conscience. It is therefore of little or no importance, whether Leigh Hunt be or be not a bad private character. He maintains, that he is a most excel- lent private character, and that he would blush to tell the world how highly he is thought of by an host of respectable friends. Be it so, and that bis vanity does not delude him. But this is most sure, that, in such a case, the world will never be brought to believe even the truth. The world is not fond of ingenious distinctions between the theory and the practice of morals. The public are justified in re- fusing to hear a man plead in favour of his character, when they hold in their hands a work of his in which all res- pect to character is forgotten. We must reap the fruit of what we sow ; and if evil and unjust reports have arisen against Leigh Hunt as a man, and unluckily for him it is so, he ought not to attribute the rise of such reports to the political animosities which his virulence has excited, but to the real and obvious cause his voluptuous defence of crimes revolting to Nature.
The publication of the voluptuous story of Rimini was followed, it would appear, by mysterious charges against Leigh Hunt in his domestic relations. The world could not understand the nature of his poetical love of incest ; and instead of at once forgetting both the poem and the poet, many people set themselves to speculate, and talk, and ask questions, and pry into sec- rets with which they had nothing to do, till at last there was something like an identification of Leigh Hunt himself with Paolo, the incestuous hero of Leigh Hunt's chief Cockney poem, i This was wrong, and, we be- lieve, wholly unjust ; but it was by no means unnatural ; and precisely what Leigh Hunt is himself in the weekly practice of doing to other peo- ple without the same excuse. Leigh Hunt has now spoken out so freely to the public on the subject, that there can be no indelicacy in talking of it, in as far as it respects him, at least ; and since he has most unjustly accused us, and our brethren the Quarterly Re- viewers, of seeking to destroy his re- putation, it is worth while to hear him speak for himself. The exhibi- tion lie makes in a late Number of the Examiner is singular, and, on many accounts, painful.
" As a specimen of the calumnies direct- ed against those who enrage the world by differing with them, and who will practise neither their want of charity towards others, nor their gross and exclusive indulgence to- wards themselves, we lay before our readers the following extraordinary accusations. We do not know whether our contempt of their falsity would have allowed us to do this had they been mentioned to us in a different style ; but we think we can per- ceive, that the writer of the letter on the subject is really a well-wisher, and we will give an answer to a single honest and kind person, which we might deny to thousands of malignant accusers and unconscious flat- terers, like the Quarterly Reviewers, miserable gabblers behind walls, wlio take care at once to accuse and to exempt, to endeavour to injure, and to save themselves from the consequences of their falsehood. Our Correspondent, after saying that the Editor of tliis paper must be astonished but he had belter publish the whole letter at once.
- " ' June 11, 1818.
" ' SIR, If your character really is such as the readers of the Examiner imagine it to be, (and that is the only source from whence I can form a judgment) you must certainly require a key to understand the illiberal at- tack that is made upon you in the last Number of the Quarter!;/ Review ; and to enable you to do so, 1 inform you, that re- port speaks of you as a perfect tyrant in your family, and your wife as the most ab- ject of your slaves, (of course not a willing one), that you are so entirely devoted to the gratification of your passions, and so com- letely given up to sensuality, that no fe- male of your acquaintance is secure from your addresses, for not any ties are con- sidered by you as sacred, if they come in contact with your inclination ; and that a sister of Mrs Hunt's resides with you, who is the mother of at least one child, of which you are the father. When I heard this account, my first thought was to send it to you instantly, in order that I might judge, by the notice you took of it, whether it was true ; my second dismissed it alto- gether as a vile fabrication, nor has it ever occurred to my memory since, till I read the article in the Quarterly, where the writer so evidently accuses you of these things, which, if you are innocent of, you certainly cannot comprehend his meaning, that in justice I have been induced to send you every infor- mation in my power, to enable you to repel and prove his accusation false. In the hope that you can, and will do so, I remain your sincere WELLWISHER.
" An assailant of all the women that came in his way ! A tyrant to his wife ! And the father of children by her sister ! Really, the Editor of this paper never knew his prodigious effect on the bigotted and the worldly-minded till BOW ! He was prepared .for and has borne a good deal of calumny, both real and imaginary, in differing with them ; and he has always let it run silently from off him, like rain from a bird's wings. He must give the present shower a shake, if it is only to oblige his well-wisher. He says, then, that the whole of these charges are most malignantly and ridiculously false, so as to make those who are in habits of in- tercourse with him alternately give way to indignation and laughter. He knows seve- ral ladies, whom he respects and admires, and even (with permission of poor Giffard) likes to see happy ; but he believes they are no more afraid of him than of the light at their windows : and as to being a tyrant to his wife, and the father of nieces and nephews, whatever may be the charity of his opinions, the charge is really a little too ludicrously uncharitable towards them, un- der all circumstances. He looks at his wife and his family, and shakes his shoul- ders and their own with laughing which, by the way, is rather an iniquitous custom of his. It might as well be said of him, that he had Mr Giffard's temper, or used his grandmother's shin-bone for a switch."
There is no need for us to sink down this unhappy man into deeper humiliation. Never before did the abuse and prostitution of talents bring with them such prompt and memora- ble punishment. The pestilential air which Leigh Hunt breathed forth in- to the world to poison and corrupt, has been driven -stiflingly back upon himself, and he who strove to s;>:cad the infection of a loathsome licentious- ness among the tender moral constitu- tions of the young, has been at length rewarded, as it was fitting he should be, by the accusation of being himself guilty of those crimes which it was the object of " The -Story of Rimini" to en- courage and justify in others. The world knew nothing of him but from his works ; and were they blameable (even though they erred) in believing him capable of any enormities in his own person, whose imagination feasted and gloated on the disgusting details of adultery and incest ? They were re- pelled and sickened by such odious and unnatural wickedness he was at- tracted and delighted. What to them was the foulness of pollution, seemed to him the beauty of innocence. What to them was the blast from hell, to him was the air from heaven. They read and they condemned. They asked each other " What manner of man is this ?" The charitable were silent. It would perhaps be hard to call them uncharitable who spoke aloud. Thoughts were associated with his name which shall be nameless by us ; and at last the wretched scribbler himself has had the gross and unfeel- ing folly to publish them all to the world, and that too in a tone of levity that could have been becoming only on our former comparatively trivial charges against him of wearing yel- low breeches, and dispensing with the luxury of a neckcloth. He shakes his shoulders, according to his rather iniquitous custom, at being told that he is suspected of adultery and incest ! A pleasant subject of merriment, no doubt, it is though somewhat embit- tered by the intrusive remembrance of that unsparing castigator of vice, Mr Giffbrd, and clouded over by the melan- choly breathed from the shin-bone of his own poor old deceased grandmother. What a mixture of the horrible and absurd ! And the man who thus writes is not a Christian, for that he denies but, forsooth, a poet ! one of the " Great spirits who on earth are sojourning !"
But Leigh Hunt is not guilty, in the above paragraph, of shocking levity alone, he is guilty of falsehood. It is not true, that he learnt for the first time, from that anonymous letter (so vulgar, that we could almost suspect him of having written it himself) what charges were in circulation a- gainst him. He knew it all before. Has he forgotten to whom he applied for explanation when Z.'s sharp essay on the Cockney Poetry cut him to the heart ? He knows what he said upon those occasions, and let him ponder upon it. But what could induce him to suspect the amiable Bill Hazlitt, " him, the immaculate," of being Z ? It was this, he imagined that none but that foundered artist could know the fact of his feverish importunities to be reviewed by him in the Edin- burgh Review. And therefore, hav- ing almost " as fine an intellectual txmch" as " Bill the painter" himself, he thought he saw Z. lurking beneath the elegant exterior of that highly ac- complished man.
" Dear Hazlitt, whose tact intellectual is
That it seems to feel truth as one's fingers
But, for the present, we have no- thing more to add. Leigh Hunt is delivered into our hands to do with him as we will. Our eye shall be up- on him, and unless he amend his ways, to wither and to blast him. The pages of the Edinburgh Review, we are confident, are henceforth shut against him. One wicked Cockney will not again be permitted to praise another in that journal, which, up to the moment when incest and adultery were defended in its pages, had, how- ever openly at war with religion, kept at least upon decent terras with the cause of morality. It was indeed a fatal day for Mr Jeffrey, when he de- graded both himself and his original coadjutors, by taking into pay such an unprincipled blunderer as Hazlitt. He is not a coadjutor, he is an accomplice. The day is perhaps not far distant, when the Charlatan shall be stripped to the naked skin, and made to swal- low his own vile prescriptions. He and Leigh Hunt are
" Arcades ambo
Et cantare -pares"
Shall we add,
" et respondere parati ?"
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