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Gentleman's Magazine 1857 part 2 p.113
[reap]pearing sun and the racing sunbeams over the hills -
yet thought all these things cheaper than the dust upon her
sandals, in comparison of deliverance from hell for her dear
suffering France? Ah! these were spectacles indeed for those
sympathetising people in distant worlds; and some, perhaps,
would suffer a sort of martyrdom themselves, because they
could not testify their wrath, could not bear witness to the
strength of love, and to the fury of hatred that burned
within them at such scenes; could not gather into golden
urns some of that glorious dust which rested in the
catacombs of earth."
The eloquence of the passage we have just quoted is not much
above the ordinary tone of Mr. De Quincey's serious Essays.
It is quite as sure that many passages - both of the papers
which are included in these volumes and of the greater
number which have yet to be collected - rise into a far
higher strain than this, as that any sink very much below
it. It is, in fact, one of Mr. De Quincey's conspicuous
characteristics to be not at all chary of his ample
intellectual wealth. He lavishes the treasures of his
learning, and his humour, and his logic, and his eloquence,
indiscriminately, on all occasions, not from any petty
motive of display, or any craving after admiration, but in
absolute unmixed prodigality of nature. He has never learned
economy from limitation of his means. He talks as well as he
writes, as freely and as fluently, and with just as
unsparing an expenditure of his immense resources. We have
even heard, on an authority that seemed not unworthy of
credit, that the proofs of his Magazine contributions have
been not seldom returned to the printer with their margins
enriched with a profusion of notes of comment, caution, and
complaint, so rich in fancy, fun, and knowledge, that they
alone - had they been collected and arranged - would have
composed an article quite as entertaining, and almost as
instructive, as the text about which they were so sportively
accumulated.
There is one other circumstance concerning Mr. De Quincey
and his works which the briefest notice of the man or his
writings would be blameable in leaving unrecorded. In our
speculative age it is almost a distinction for a scholarly
and subtle thinker to have kept the simplicity of his
childish faith and love unimpaired, and to have been able to
sustain his piety on the grounds of adamantine evidence,
without sacrificing any of its sweetness. Yet this has been
our author's enviable good fortune. With learning and
philosophy enough to be a meet antagonist for the ablest of
the assailants of Christianity, he has never wavered in his
own steadfast reverence for its divine truths. Over and
above all their other signal merits, the great body of his
writings are, on this account, imbued with the beauty of
religious feeling. There is nothing sanctimonious or austere
in them - no injudicious headlong introduction of religious
topics at unseasonable times - no unbecoming assumption of
the preacher's office - not often, even, any direct or
recogniseable digression for a moment's space, in order to
exhibit or enforce a sentiment or doctrine of the faith; but
there is, nevertheless, an indefinable flavour in the stream
that bears eloquent witness to the nature of the spring from
which it flows. There is not a serious article - scarcely,
perhaps, a humorous one - in the whole collection, that we
can carefully read through without carrying from it, along
with something to increase our knowledge, or improve our
taste, or animate our reason or imagination, a persuasion
that we have been enjoying the companionship of a loving and
believing mind,-
"Not for reproof, but high and warm delight,
And grave encouragement."
As far as this republication extends at present, it has been
carefully and well done. The addition of double title-pages,
so that the volumes might
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