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(ADVERTISEMENT.)
TO THE EDITOR OF THE KENDAL GAZETTE.
SIR, - Mr. Greenwood's last letter is a strange compound,
and shows the writer to be a man of peculiar inconsistency -
for which he might be excused, were he not, in the midst of
his absurdities, to make mention of that Being, the sound of
whose name ought to make him tremble. Such a subject is ill
adapted to the letter in which he speaks of "coarse slang,"
"cant phrases," his dispute with the "Guard of a Mail
Coach," &c.
He is desirous of identifying me with Mr. Hodgson: Mr.
Hodgson is a respectable man, and I am not angry with him
for making the comparison. But when he says our words are
the same, he must have laboured under the influence of that
sort of visionary delusion upon which he expatiates so
transcendently. When his evasions, his preposterous
pretensions and his sophistry, are exposed, he endeavours to
wing his flight into the higher regions of the sublime -
from the heights of which he falls with inglorious rapidity.
Just so the Monster of the Deep, who, when pierced with the
pointed barb, pours out his bellowings to the skies, and
immediately sinks into fathomless abyss.
Mr Greenwood calls me a rustic. Now I do not at all agree
with him in the application of the term. I am a Westmorland
man; consequently, in his eyes, a - rustic. I am a
Subscriber to Mr. Hodgson's Map; therefore, in his opinion,
a complete rustic. I have shewn him the folly of his
endeavouring to monopolize the whole of public patronage; I
am therefore a most consummate rustic. I have exposed his
absurdities, prescribed to him antidotes, brill humour and a
bad memory, shewn his egotism and bombast, made use of a few
inconvenient interrogatories, &c, &c.; and for all these
services of kindness, Mr. Greenwood most ungratefully calls
me rustic.
Mr. Greenwood is very prone to self-commendation, and talk
as if he were the only enlightened and scientific character
of the age" and, in speaking of himself, his imagination
gets so inflated that his eyes become dim with the opiate
soothings of self-satisfaction, and he altogether looses
sight of his own better judgement. From the manner in which
he speaks of his mathematical studies, a stranger would take
him for a man, in figure resembling the lank student, who,
wasting the midnight oil, intently pores with pende[d] nose,
till the crowing of the cock, over the works of Euclid,
Newton, Hutton, and other authors of mathematical fame. He
may be ver[y s]tudious, no doubt, but his midnight
ruminations [seems to agree] well with him. Instead of t[he
student of] meagre form, solemn step, and [thoughtful]
utterance, yon behold a man, M[r. Editor,] whose outward
lineaments [and valourous] boastings forcibly remind me [of
the] Jolly knight of Shakespeare.
"He attempts to be witty about his diagrams; and though he
may pride himself upon being a cunning kind of
Yorkshire-man, I happen to know more about these diagrams of
his than he supposes. Let him satisfy the doubts of the
public with respect to the actual manner in which his
unequalled establishment surveyed this county. To me it can
afford no additional [info]rmation, being already aware of
it.
It is droll enough for Mr. Greenwood to talk of going beyond
a[ny body's] conceptions - it only adds one more to [his
o]ther sundry mistakes . He certainly speaks [of many]
wonderful things; but [th]en he is not [the] only man who
has dealt in the marvellous. They may achieve great things
some day; so did the Knight of the Rueful Countenance; Mr.
Greenwood may therefore express himself in the words of the
adage = "There is nothing new under the sun."
I will conclude by recommending to his perusal the following
passage in Shakespeare:
"I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And
from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my
setting. I shall fall, Like a bright exhalation in the
evening, And no man shall see me more."
A SUBSCRIBER
To Hodgson's Map of Westmorland.
Also in the Kendal Chronicle 23 August 1823.
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