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PEACOCK 51<br />

are as amateurish as the earliest works of his<br />

friend Shelley and as thin and conventional<br />

as the worst of Goldoni. Nevertheless they<br />

are readable so ; we need not stay to quarrel<br />

with the enthusiastic editor who claims that<br />

they are " replete with fun, written in a<br />

flexible<br />

style, and bearing the imprint of a<br />

scholarly discrimination."<br />

English prose and humour are certainly the<br />

richer for one or two speeches in this little<br />

book, but the service it performs, or can be<br />

made to perform, is greater than that of<br />

rescuing a few fragments of humorous prose<br />

or even of filling a gap on our shelves. It sends<br />

us back to perhaps the least known of the<br />

great English writers. The " Life " of Peacock<br />

has yet to be written : an ineffectual memoir<br />

by Sir Henry Cole, some personal recollections<br />

by the author's granddaughter Mrs. Clarke,<br />

a critical essay from the versatile but vapid<br />

pen of Lord Houghton, the gossip of Robert<br />

Buchanan, and editorial notices by Prof.<br />

Saintsbury and the late Richard Garnett,<br />

together afford nothing more than a perfunctory<br />

appreciation. Two writers, indeed,<br />

have attempted a more elaborate estimate :<br />

James Spedding, an able prig, 1 reviewed<br />

Peacock's novels in the Edinburgh of January<br />

1 The week after this article appeared Sir Frederick<br />

Pollock wrote to the Athenceum complaining of my having

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