1811.] THOMAS MOORE. 59 I shall alter the epithet to "esteemed the most." The present stanzas are for the end of Canto II. For the beginning of the week I shall be at No. 8, my old lodgings, in St. James' Street, where I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you. Yours ever, B. 202.-To Thomas Moore.1 Cambridge, October 27, 1811. SIR,-Your letter followed me from Notts. to this place, which will account for the delay of my reply. 1. Thomas Moore (1779-1852), by his literary and social gifts, had made his name several years before 1811, when he first became personally acquainted with Byron. His precocity was as remarkable as his versatility. The son of a Dublin grocer, for whom his political interest secured the post of barrack-master, he went, like Sheridan, to Samuel Whyte's school, and was afterwards at Trinity College, Dublin. Before he was fifteen he had written verses, including lines to Whyte, himself a poet, the publication of which, in the Anthologia Hibernica (October, 1793; February, March, and June, 1794), gained him a local reputation. Coming to London in 1799, he read law at the Middle Temple. His Odes translated from Anacreon (1800), dedicated to the Prince of Wales, opened to him the houses of the Whig aristocracy; and his powers as a singer, an actor, a talker, and, later, as a satirist, made him a favourite in society. In 1801 appeared his Poems: by the late Thomas Little, amatory verses which Byron read, and imitated in some of the silliest of his youthful lines. The review of Moore's Odes, Epistles, and Other Poems (1806), which appeared in the Edinburgh Review for July, 1806, provoked Moore to challenge Jeffrey. Their duel with "leadless pistols " led, not only to Moore's friendship with Jeffrey, but, indirectly, as is seen from the following letters, to Moore's acquaintance with Byron. Moore himself contributed to the Edinburgh, between the years 1814 and 1834, essays on multifarious subjects, from poetry to German Rationalism, from the Fathers to French official life. In 1807 the first of the Irish Melodies was published; they continued to appear at irregular intervals till 1834, when 122 had been printed. A master of the art of versification, Moore sings, with graceful fancy, in a tone of mingled mirth and melancholy, his love of his country, of the wine of other countries, and the women of all countries. But, except in his patriotism, he shows little depth of Your former letter I never had the honour to receive ;be assured in whatever part of the world it had found feeling. The Melodies are the work of a brilliantly clever man, endowed with an exquisite musical ear, and a temperament that is rather susceptible than intense. With them may be classed his National Airs (1815) and Sacred Song (1816). Moore had already found one field in which he excelled; it was not long before he discovered another. His serious satires, Corrup tion (1808), Intolerance (1808), and The Sceptic (1809), failed. His nature was neither deep enough nor strong enough for success in such themes. In the ephemeral strife of party politics he found his real province. Nothing can be better of their kind than the metrical lampoons collected in Intercepted Letters, or the Twopenny Post-bag, by Thomas Brown the Younger (1813). In his hands the bow and arrows of Cupid become formidable weapons of party warfare; nor do their ornaments impede the movements of the archer. The shaft is gaily winged and brightly polished; the barb sharp and dipped in venom; and the missile hums music as it flies to its mark. Moore's satire is the satire of the Clubs at its best; but it is scarcely the satire of literature. The Twopenny Post-bag was the parent of many similar productions, beginning with The Fudge Family in Paris (1818), and ending with Fables for the Holy Alliance (1823), which he dedicated to Byron. As a serious poet, and the author of Lalla Rookh (1817), The Loves of the Angels (1823), and Alciphron (1839), Moore was perhaps overrated by his contemporaries. In spite of their brightness of fancy, metrical skill, and brilliant cleverness, they lack the greater elements of the highest poetry. Moore's prose work begins, apart from his contributions to periodical literature, with the Memoirs of Captain Rock (1824), The Epicurean (1827), The Travels of an Irish Gentleman in Search of a Religion (1834), The History of Ireland (1846); and a succession of biographies-the life of Sheridan (1825), of Byron (1830), and Lord Edward Fitzgerald (1831)-complete the list. In the midst of his biographical work, Moore was advised by Lord Lansdowne to write nine lives at once, and print them together under the title of The Cat. In 1811 Moore married Miss Elizabeth Dyke (born 1793), an actress who fascinated him at the Kilkenny private theatricals in 1809. To the outer world, Mrs. Moore's bird, as she called him, was a sprightly little songster, who lived in a whirl of dinners, suppers, concerts, and theatricals. These, as well as his private anxieties and misfortunes, are recorded in the eight volumes of his Memoirs, Journals, and Correspondence, which were edited by Lord John Russell, in 1853. Moore was an excellent son, a good husband, an affectionate father, and to Byron a loyal friend, neither envious nor subservient. Clare, Hobhouse, and Moore were (Lady Blessington's Conversations, 2nd edition, 1850, pp. 393, 394) the only persons whose friendship Byron never disclaimed. He spoke of 1811.] THOMAS MOORE. 61 me, I should have deemed it my duty to return and answer it in person. 46 Moore (ibid., pp. 322, 323) as "a delightful companion, gay without being boisterous, witty without effort, comic without coarseness, and sentimental without being lachrymose. He reminds one of the 66 fairy who, whenever she spoke, let diamonds fall from her lips. "My tête-à-tête suppers with Moore are among the most agreeable "impressions I retain of the hours passed in London." In July, 1806, in consequence of the article in the Edinburgh Review on his recent volume of Poems, Moore sent, through his friend Hume, a challenge to Jeffrey, who was seconded by Francis Horner, and a meeting was arranged. Moore, who had only once in his life discharged a firearm of any kind, and then nearly blew his thumb off, borrowed a case of pistols from William Spencer, and bought in Bond Street enough powder and bullets for a score of duels. The parties met at Chalk Farm; the seconds loaded the pistols, placed the men at their posts, and were about to give the signal to fire, when the police officers, rushing upon them from behind a hedge, knocked Jeffrey's weapon from his hand, disarmed Moore, and conveyed the whole party to Bow Street. They were released on bail; but, on Moore returning to claim the borrowed pistols, the officer refused to give them up, because only Moore's pistol was loaded with ball. Horner, however, gave evidence that he had seen both pistols loaded; and there, but for the reports circulated in the newspapers, the affair would have ended. But the joke was too good to be allowed to drop, and, in spite of Moore's published letter, he was for months a target for the wits (Memoirs, Journals, and Correspondence, vol. i. pp. 199-208). In English Bards, etc., lines 466, 467, and his note, Byron made merry over "Little's leadless pistol," with the result that, when the second edition of the satire was published, with his name attached, Moore sent him the following letter :— "Dublin, January 1, 1810, "MY LORD,-Having just seen the name of Lord Byron' pre"fixed to a work entitled English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers, in "which, as it appears to me, the lie is given to a public statement "of mine, respecting an affair with Mr. Jeffrey some years since, I "beg you will have the goodness to inform me whether I may con"sider your Lordship as the author of this publication. ་་ "I shall not, I fear, be able to return to London for a week or "two; but, in the mean time, I trust your Lordship will not deny 'me the satisfaction of knowing whether you avow the insult con"tained in the passages alluded to. 66 "It is needless to suggest to your Lordship the propriety of keep"ing our correspondence secret. "I have the honour to be, "Your Lordship's very humble servant, "THOMAS MOORE. "22, Molesworth Street." The advertisement you mention, I know nothing of. -At the time of your meeting with Mr. Jeffrey, I had recently entered College, and remember to have heard and read a number of squibs on the occasion; and from the recollection of these I derived all my knowledge on the subject, without the slightest idea of "giving the lie" to an address which I never beheld. When I put my name to the production, which has occasioned this correspondence, I became responsible to all whom it might concern,-to explain where it requires explanation, and, where insufficiently or too sufficiently explicit, at all events to satisfy. My situation leaves me no choice; it rests with the injured and the angry to obtain reparation in their own way. With regard to the passage in question, you were certainly not the person towards whom I felt personally Owing to Byron's absence abroad, the letter never reached him ; it was, in fact, kept back by Hodgson. On his return to England, Moore, who in the interval had married, sent him a second letter, restating the nature of the insult he had received in English Bards. 66 66 66 "It is now useless,' I continued (Life, p. 143), 'to speak of the steps with which it was my intention to follow up that letter. "The time which has elapsed since then, though it has done away "neither the injury nor the feeling of it, has, in many respects, materially altered my situation; and the only object which I have "now in writing to your Lordship is to preserve some consistency "with that former letter, and to prove to you that the injured feel"ing still exists, however circumstances may compel me to be deaf to its dictates, at present. When I say "injured feeling," let me 66 assure your Lordship that there is not a single vindictive senti. "ment in my mind towards you. I mean but to express that un"easiness, under (what I consider to be) a charge of falsehood, "which must haunt a man of any feeling to his grave, unless the "insult be retracted or atoned for; and which, if I did not feel, I "should, indeed, deserve far worse than your Lordship's satire could "inflict upon me.' In conclusion I added, that so far from being "influenced by any angry or resentful feeling towards him, it would "give me sincere pleasure if, by any satisfactory explanation, he "would enable me to seek the honour of being henceforward ranked among his acquaintance." Byron's letter of October 27, 1811, was written in reply to this second letter from Moore. |