A History of American Literature. Boynton Percy Holmes
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Название: A History of American Literature

Автор: Boynton Percy Holmes

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СКАЧАТЬ often slipshod or even shady. The American colleges and their graduates were not as distinguished as they had been in the earlier colonial days, and the new influence of European culture from the Old World universities was yet to come. In the cities, and notably in New York, the vulgar possessors of mushroom fortunes multiplied rapidly, bringing up vapid daughters like Halleck’s “Fanny,”7 who in all the modern languages was

      Exceedingly well-versed; and had devoted

      To their attainment, far more time than has,

      By the best teachers, lately been allotted;

      For she had taken lessons, twice a week,

      For a full month in each; and she could speak

      French and Italian, equally as well

      As Chinese, Portuguese, or German; and,

      What is still more surprising, she could spell

      Most of our longest English words off-hand;

      Was quite familiar in Low Dutch and Spanish,

      And thought of studying modern Greek and Danish;

      and whose father, a man of newly affected silence that spoke “unutterable things,” was established in a mortgaged house filled with servants and “whatever is necessary for a ‘genteel liver’” and buttressed with a coach and half a dozen unpaid-for horses. At the same time the countryside was developing a native but not altogether admirable Yankee type. At their best, Halleck8 wrote,

      The people of today

      Appear good, honest, quiet men enough

      And hospitable too – for ready pay;

      With manners like their roads, a little rough,

      And hands whose grasp is warm and welcoming, though tough.

      And at their worst Whittier9 looked back a half century, to 1818, and recalled them as

      Shrill, querulous women, sour and sullen men,

      Untidy, loveless, old before their time,

      With scarce a human interest save their own

      Monotonous round of small economies,

      Or the poor scandal of the neighborhood;

      Church-goers, fearful of the unseen Powers,

      But grumbling over pulpit tax and pew-rent,

      Saving, as shrewd economists, their souls

      And winter pork, with the least possible outlay

      Of salt and sanctity; in daily life

      Showing as little actual comprehension

      Of Christian charity and love and duty

      As if the Sermon on the Mount had been

      Outdated like a last year’s almanac.

      A natural consequence of such criticism from without, and such raw and defective culture within the country, was that American writers of any moment bided their time as patiently as they could, recognizing that for the moment America must be a nation of workers who were

      rearing the pedestal, broad-based and grand,

      Whereon the fair shapes of the Artist shall stand,

      And creating, through labors undaunted and long,

      The theme for all Sculpture and Painting and Song.10

      Finally, it is worth noting that the first three eminent writers in nineteenth-century America were themselves not university products. Bryant withdrew from Williams College at the end of the first year, and Cooper from Yale toward the end of the second. The real education of these two and of Irving, who did not even enter college, was in the world of action rather than in the world of books, and their associates were for the most part men of affairs.

      WASHINGTON IRVING

      Many of the facts about the boyhood and youth of Washington Irving (1783–1859) are typical of his place and his period as well as true of himself. The first is that he was born (in New York City) of British-American parents, his father a Scotch Presbyterian from the Orkney Islands and his mother an Englishwoman. His father’s rigid religious views dominated in the upbringing of himself and his six brothers and sisters. Two nearly inevitable results followed: one, that as a boy he grew to believe that almost everything that was enjoyable was wicked, and the other, that as he came toward manhood he was particularly fond of the pleasures of life. A boy of his capacities in Boston at this time would have been more than likely to go to Harvard College, which was a dominating influence in eastern Massachusetts, but King’s College (Columbia) occupied no such position in New York. Irving’s higher education began in a law office, and then, when his health seemed to be failing, was continued by travel abroad. The long journey, or series of journeys, that he took from 1804 to 1806 were of the greatest importance. They were important to Irving because he was peculiarly fitted to get the greatest good from such informal education. He was an attractive young fellow, so that it was easy for him to make and to hold friends; and he was blessed with his father’s moral balance, so that he did not fall into bad habits. He was so far inclined to laziness that it is doubtful if he would have achieved much if he had gone to college, but he was wide-awake and receptive, so that he absorbed information wherever he went. Furthermore, he had a mind as well as a memory, and he came back to America stocked not merely with a great lot of miscellaneous facts but with a real knowledge of human nature and of human life.

      From the day of his return to New York in 1806 to the day of his death, in 1859, Washington Irving had an international point of view and developed steadily into an international character. His first piece of writing was that of a very young man, but a young man of promise. Like the other Americans of his day he had read a good deal of English literature written in the eighteenth century; and among the essayists of that century who had attracted his attention one was Oliver Goldsmith. New York supplied him with his subjects and Goldsmith with his method of attack, for he wrote, in company with one of his brothers and a mutual friend, a series of amusing criticisms on the ways of his townsmen, modeling his Salmagundi Papers after Goldsmith’s Citizen of the World. This was at once independent and imitative. The youthful authors blithely announced in their introductory number that they proposed to “instruct the young, reform the old, correct the town, and castigate the age.” In the twenty-two papers that came out at irregular intervals between January, 1807, and January, 1808, they criticized everything that struck their attention, and they had their eyes wide open. The American love of display, the inclination to indulge in fruitless discussion which made the country a “logocracy” rather than a democracy, the lack of both judgment and order which marked their political elections, and their social and literary fashions make just a beginning of the list of subjects held up to genial ridicule. Yet, though the criticism was fair and to the point, it was an old-fashioned kind of comment, the kind that England had been feeding on for the better part of a century, ever since Addison and Steele had made it popular in the Tatler and the Spectator. Moreover, it was done in an old-fashioned way, for in making Mustapha Rub-a-Dub Keli Khan, the Tripolitan, the foreign commentator on American life as he saw it with a stranger’s eyes, they were using a device that was old even before it was employed by the Englishman from whom they borrowed it. The Salmagundis are interesting, however, as early representatives of a longish succession of satires on the life of New York, all pleasant and rather pleasantly superficial. Three years later Irving, this time alone, followed up this initial success with his “Knickerbocker’s History of New York,” not as serious a piece of work as its title at first suggests, for it was a burlesque of a heavy and pretentious history on the same subject which had appeared just before. Like the Salmagundis it was vivacious and impertinent, СКАЧАТЬ



<p>7</p>

“Fanny,” stanzas cxxi, cxxii.

<p>8</p>

“Wyoming,” stanza iv.

<p>9</p>

“Among the Hills” (Prelude, 71 ff.).

<p>10</p>

Lowell, “Fable for Critics.”