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A Memoir of Jane Austen

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Opinions of Eminent Persons 111

credit of the “Edinburgh Review” that it had left her unnoticed. 1

. . . The “Quarterly” had done her more justice . . . It was impossible

for a foreigner to understand fully the merit of her works.

Madame de Staël,° to whom he had recommended one of her

novels, found no interest in it; and in her note to him in reply said

it was “vulgaire”: and yet, he said, nothing could be more true

than what he wrote in answer: “There is no book which that word

would so little suit.” . . . Every village could furnish matter for a

novel to Miss Austen. She did not need the common materials for

a novel, strong emotions, or strong incidents.’ 2

It was not, however, quite impossible for a foreigner to appreciate

these works; for Mons. Guizot° writes thus: ‘I am a great novel

reader, but I seldom read German or French novels. The characters

are too artificial. My delight is to read English novels,

particularly those written by women. “C’est toute une école de

morale.” Miss Austen, Miss Ferrier, &c., form a school which in

the excellence and profusion of its productions resembles the

cloud of dramatic poets of the great Athenian age.’

In the ‘Keepsake’ of 1825° the following lines appeared, written

by Lord Morpeth, afterwards seventh Earl of Carlisle, and Lord-

Lieutenant of Ireland, accompanying an illustration of a lady

reading a novel.

Beats thy quick pulse o’er Inchbald’s thrilling leaf,

Brunton’s high moral, Opie’s deep wrought grief?

Has the mild chaperon claimed thy yielding heart,

Carroll’s dark page, Trevelyan’s gentle art?

Or is it thou, all perfect Austen? Here

Let one poor wreath adorn thy early bier,

That scarce allowed thy modest youth to claim

Its living portion of thy certain fame!

Oh! Mrs. Bennet! Mrs. Norris too!

While memory survives we’ll dream of you.

And Mr. Woodhouse, whose abstemious lip

Must thin, but not too thin, his gruel sip.

1 Incidentally she had received high praise in Lord Macaulay’s Review of Madame

D’Arblay’s Works in the ‘Edinburgh.’ [Edinburgh Review, 76 (Jan. 1843), 561–2.]

2 Life of Sir J. Mackintosh, vol. ii, p. 472. [R. J. Mackintosh, Memoirs of the Life of the

Right Honourable Sir James Mackintosh (2 vols., 1835).]

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