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Thomas de Quincey,  
Biography 
   
  
THOMAS DE QUINCEYa. 
   
THIRTY-SIX years ago, within a month or two, the reading  
public were delighted and perplexed by an article from a new 
contributor, which had appeared in two consecutive numbers  
of the "London Magazine." Just at that time the "London" was 
amongst the most popular and prosperous of monthly  
periodicals, and it well deserved its reputation and  
success. Its celebrated editor, John Scott, had indeed  
fallen in a duel six months before; but there still remained 
amongst the writers whom he had enlisted in the work, men as 
able as Cary, Cunningham, Hazlitt, and Charles Lamb, who  
were contributing to it some of their most powerful and  
charming compositions. Even in this company the new  
contributor's article held to distance all competitors both  
in brilliancy and depth; and even the masculine vigour of  
the "Table-Talk," and the inimitable delicacy of "Elia's  
Essays," were slighted for a while in the tumultuous burst  
of approbation with which "The Confessions of an English  
Opium-Eater" were receieved. 
  
This was Mr. De Quincey's first effort as a writer for the  
public, and it was a noble harbinger of the long series of  
his subsequent productions. All the characteristic qualities 
which an examination of the whole collection of his writings 
would incline us to attribute to him, may be found, in  
greater or in less degree, in the "Confessions." It was  
obvious then - and the little work, in its original form,  
bears witness to the same facts now - that the author had at 
his command far larger stores of knowledge, and powers of  
mind which had been subjected to a far richer and completer  
culture, than those which the common herd of men of letters  
wield; that he combined, in a word, philosophey, and  
scholarship, and science, and imagination, with an almost  
unequalled mastery of the arts and ornaments of speech. We  
believe, indeed, that it would be hard to find, in all our  
recent literature, another first work as stikingly  
indicative of genuine and mature strength. 
  
But the "Confessions" were far from being confined to the  
one subject of Opium-eating. Indeed, for any parallel to the 
absolute unreservedness of De Quincey's communications  
concerning himself, we question whether it would not be  
almost necessary to go back to the Essays of Montaigne or  
the "Confessions" of Rousseau. Along with the history which  
he gave of his own indulgence in the "accursed drug," he  
associated a pretty complete 
  
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