CHAPTER I
THE SATIRIC SPIRIT
"Are ye satirical, sir?" inquired the Ettrick Shepherd,
warily suspicious of the cryptic eulogy just pronounced
by his companion on the minds and manners of the English
shopocracy.
"I should be ashamed of myself if I were, James," was the grieved reply.
We know very well, however, that Christopher North was not ashamed of himself, at least not with the true contrition that leads to reformation. On the contrary, we fear that he cherished and cultivated quite shamelessly his gift of caustic wit. In any case, whether the disavowal came from ironic whim or from a concession to the popular attitude toward satire, it illustrates the first difficulty confronting the student of this indeterminate subject.
To recognize the satirical at sight, to know whether a man is telling the truth, either when he claims to be a satirist or when he disclaims the charge, is something of an accomplishment. For the complex and Protean nature of satire, varium et mutabile semper, has naturally led to much disagreement not only as to its existence in certain cases, but as to its justification in general. To its eulogist, usually the satirist himself, satire is an instrument of discipline with a divine commission,—a
