time, resolved to pursue it. "I confess," said | not then have to blush for the disingenuous

MACKINTOSH'S HISTORY OF THE REVOLUTION IN

ENGLAND, IN 1688.*

[EDINBURGH REVIEW, 1835.]

Ir is with anfeigned diffidence that we ven- at mess in Hampshire, or on the Treasury. ure to give opinion of the last work of Sir bench and at Brookes's during the storms which fames Mackintosh. We have in vain tried to overthrew Lord North and Lord Shelburne had perform what ought to be to a critic an easy been passed in the Bodleian Library, he might and habitual act. We have in vain tried to have avoided some inaccuracies; he might separate the book from the writer, and to judge have enriched his notes with a greater number of it as if it bore some unknown name. But of references; but he never would have proit is to no purpose. All the lines of that vene-duced so lively a picture of the court, the rable countenance are before us. All the little camp, and the senate-house. In this respect peculiar cadences of that voice, from which Mr. Fox and Sir James Mackintosh had great scholars and statesmen loved to receive the advantages over almost every English hislessons of a serene and benevolent wisdom, torian who has written since the time of Burare in our ears. We will attempt to preserve net. Lord Lyttleton had indeed the same adstrict impartiality. But we are not ashamed vantages; but he was incapable of using them. to own, that we approach this relic of a virtu- Pedantry was so deeply fixed in his nature, ous and most accomplished man with feelings that the hustings, the treasury, the exchequer, of respect and gratitude which may possibly the House of Commons, the House of Lords, pei veri jur judgment. left him the same dreaming schoolboy that they found him.

It is hardly possible to avoid instituting a comparison between this work and another When we compare the two interesting works celebrated Fragment. Our readers will easily of which we have been speaking, we have litguess that we allude to Mr. Fox's History of tle difficulty in awarding the superiority to that James II. The two books are written on the of Sir James Mackintosh. Indeed, the supo same subject. Both were posthumously pub-riority of Mr. Fox to Sir James as an orator is lishe3. Neither had received the last correc- hardly more clear than the superiority of Sir ticas The authors belonged to the same poli- James to Mr. Fox as an historian. Mr. Fox Lcal party, and held the same opinions con- with a pen in his hand, and Sir James on his cerning the merits and defects of the English legs in the House of Commons, were, we think, constitution, and concerning most of the pro- each out of his proper element. They were minent characters and events in English his-men, it is true, of far too much judgment and tory. They had thought much on the princi- ability to fail scandalously in any undertaking ples of government; but they were not mere to which they brought the whole power of their speculators. They had ransacked the archives of rival kingdoms, and pored on folios which had mouldered for ages in deserted libraries; but they were not mere antiquaries. They had one eminent qualification for writing history-they had spoken history, acted history, lived history. The turns of political fortune, the ebb and flow of popular feeling, the hidden mechanism by which parties are moved, all these things were the subjects of their constant thought and of their most familiar conversation. Gibbon has remarked, that his history is much the better for his having been an officer in the militia and a member of the House of Commons. The remark is most just. We have not the smallest doubt that his campaign, though he never saw an enemy, and his farliamentary attendance, though he never made a speech, were of far more use to him than years of retirement and study would have been. If the time that he spent on parade and

minds. The History of James II. will always keep its place in our libraries as a valuable book; and Sir James Mackintosh succeeded in winning and maintaining a high place among the parliamentary speakers of his time. Yet we could never read a page of Mr. Fox's writing, we could never listen for a quarter of an hour to the speaking of Sir James, without feeling that there was a constant effort, a tug up hill. Nature, or habit which had become nature, asserted its rights. Mr. Fox wrote debates. Sir James Mackintosh spoke essays.

As far as mere diction was concerned, indeed, Mr. Fox did his best to avoid those faults which the habit of public speaking is likely to generate. He was so nervously apprehensive of sliding into some colloquial incorrectness, of debasing his style by a mixture of parlia mentary slang, that he ran into the opposite error, and purified his vocabulary with a scru pulosity unknown to any purist. "Ciceronem Allobroga dixit." He would not allow Addison, Bolingbroke, or Middleton, to be a sufficien' authority for an expression. He declared that he would use no word which was not to be found

History of the Revolution in England, in 1688. Comprising a view of the Reign of James the Second, from ais Accession, to the Enterprise of the Prince of Orange, by the late Right Honourable Sir JAMES MACKINTOSH ; and completed to the Settlement of the Crown, by the in Dryden. In any other person we should Editor. To which is prefixed a Notice of the Life, Writ-have called this solicitude mere 10ppery; and, ngs and Speeches of Sir James Mackintosh. 4to. Lon-in spite of all our admiration for Mr. Fox, we

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the Greeks, and of Fox among the orators of England,-reason penetrated, and if we may venture on the expression, made red-hot by passion. But this is not the kind of excellence proper to history; and it is hardly too much to say, that whatever is strikingly good in Mr. Fox's Fragment is out of place.

tannot but think that his extreme attention to | parts of the History of James II. fine sprov the petty niceties of language was hardly mens of that which we conceive to have been worthy of so maniy and so capacious an un- the great characteristic of Demosthenes among derstanding. There were purists of this kind at Rome; and their fastidiousness was censured by Horace with that perfect good sense and good taste which characterize all his writings. There were purists of this kind at the time of the revival of letters: and the two greatest scholars of that time raised their voices, the one from within, the other from With Sir James Mackintosh the case was without the Alps, against a scrupulosity so un- reversed. His proper place was his library, a reasonable. "Carent," said Politian, “quæ circle of men of letters, or a chair of moral scribunt isti viribus et vita, carent actu, carent and political philosophy. He distinguished affectu, carent indole. Nisi liber ille himself highly in Parliament. But neverthe præsto sit ex quo quid excerpant, colligere less Parliament was not exactly the sphere tria verba non possunt. . Horum sem- for him. The effect of his most successful per igitur oratio tremula, vacillans, infirma. speeches was small, when compared with the Quæso ne ista superstitione te alliges. quantity of ability and learning which was Ut bene currere non potest qui pe- expended on them. We could easily name dum ponere studet in alienis tantum vestigiis, men who, not possessing a tenth part of his ita nec bene scribere qui tanquam de præ- intellectual powers, hardly ever address the scripto non audet egredi."-" Posthac," ex- House of Commons without producing a claims Erasmus, "non licebit episcopos appel- greater impression than was produced by his lare patres reverendos, nec in calce literarum most splendid and elaborate orations. His lu scribere annum a Christo nato, quod id nus-minous and philosophical disquisition on the quam faciat Cicero. Quid autem ineptius quam, toto seculo novato, religione, imperiis, magistratibus, locorum vocabulis, ædificiis, cultu, moribus, non aliter audere loqui quam locutus est Cicero ? Si revivisceret, ipse Cicero, rideret hoc Ciceronianorum genus."

While Mr. Fox winnowed and sifted his phraseology with a care, which seems hardly consistent with the simplicity and elevation of his mind, and of which the effect really was to debase and enfeeble his style, he was little on his guard against those more serious improprieties of manner into which a great orator, who undertakes to write history, is in danger of falling. There is about the whole book a vehement, contentious, replying manner. Almost every argument is put in the form of an interrogation, an ejaculation, or a sarcasm. The writer seems to be addressing himself to some imaginary audience; to be tearing in pieces a defence of the Stuarts which has just been pronounced by an imaginary Tory. Take, for example, his answer to Hume's remarks on the execution of Sydney; and substitute "the honourable gentleman," or "the noble lord," for the name of Hume. The whole passage sounds like a powerful reply, thundering at three in the morning from the Opposition Bench. While we read it, we can almost fancy that we see and hear the great English debater, such as he has been described to us by the few who can still remember the Westminster Scrutiny, and the Oczakow Negotiations, in the full paroxysm of inspiration, foaming, screaming, choked by the rushing multitude of his words. It is true that the passage to which we have referred, and several other passages which we could point out, are admirable, when considered merely as exhibitions of mental power. We at once recognise that consummate master of the whole art of intellectual gladiatorship, whose Speeches, imperfectly as they have been ransmitted to us, should be studied day and Dight by every man who wishes to learn the science of legical defence. We find in several

Reform Bill was spoken to empty benches. Those, indeed, who had the wit to keep their seats, picked up hints which, skilfully used, made the fortune of more than one speech. But "it was caviare to the general." And even those who listened to Sir James with pleasure and admiration, could not but acknowledge that he rather lectured than debated. An artist who should waste on a panorama, on a scene or on a transparency, the exquisite finishins which we admire in some of the small Duter interiors, would not squander his powers more than this eminent man too often did. His au dience resembled the boy in the "Heart of MidLothian," who pushes away the lady's guineas with contempt, and insists on having the white money. They preferred the silver with which they were familiar, and which they were constantly passing about from hand to hand, to the gold which they had never before seen, and with the value of which they were unacquainted. It is much to be regretted, we think, that Sir James Mackintosh did not wholly devote his later years to philosophy and literature. His talents were not those which enable a speaker to produce with rapidity a series of striking but transitory impressions, to excite the minds of five hundred gentlemen at midnight, without saying any thing that any one of them will be able to remember in the morning. His argu ments were of a very different texture from those which are produced in Parliament at a moment's notice, which puzzle a plair man who, if he had them before him in writing, would soon detect their fallacy, and which the great debater who employed them forgets with in half an hour, and never thinks of again. Whatever was valuable in the compositions of Sir James Mackintosh, was the ripe fruit of study and of meditation. It was the same with his conversation. In his most familiar talk there was no wildness, no inconsistency, no amusing nonsense, no exaggeration for the sake of momentary effect. His mind was a vast magazine, admirably arranged; every

We have no hesitation in pronouncing thi Fragment decidedly the best history now ex tant of the reign of James the Second. It con tains much new and curious information, ot which excellent use has been made. The ac curacy of the narrative is deserving of high admiration. We have noticed only one mis take of the smallest importance, and that, we believe, is to be laid to the charge of the editor, who has far more serious blunders to answer for. The pension of 60,000 livres, which Lord Sunderland received from France, is said to have been equivalent to 2,5001. sterling. Sir James had perhaps for a moment forgotten,-his editor had certainly never heard, that a great depreciation of the French coin took place after 1688. When Sunderland was in power, the livre was worth about eighteen pence, and his pension consequently amounted to about 4,500l. This is really the only inac curacy of the slightest moment that we have been able to discover in several attentive pe

thing was there, and every thing was in its
place. His judgments on men, on sects, on
books, had been often and carefully tested and
weighed, and had then been committed, each
to its proper receptacle, in the most capacious
and accurately constructed memory that any
human being ever possessed. It would have
been strange indeed, if you had asked for any
thing that was not to be found in that immense
storehouse. The article which you required
was not only there. It was ready. It was in
its own proper compartment. In a moment it
was brought down, unpacked, and displayed.
If those who enjoyed the privilege-for privi-
lege indeed it was--of listening to Sir James
Mackintosh, had been disposed to find some
fault in his conversation, they might perhaps
have observed that he yielded too little to the
impulse of the moment. He seemed to be
recollecting, not creating. He never appeared
to catch a sudden glimpse of a subject in a
new light. You never saw his opinions in the
making, still rude, still inconsistent, and re-rusals.
quiring to be fashioned by thought and discus-
sion. They came forth, like the pillars of that
temple in which no sound of axes or hammers
was heard, finished, rounded, and exactly suit-ding.
ed to their places. What Mr. Charles Lamb
has said with much humour and some truth,
of the conversation of Scotchmen in general,
was certainly true of this eminent Scotchman.
He did not find, but bring. You could not cry
halves to any thing that turned up while you
were in his company.

We are not sure that the book is not in some degree open to the charge which the idle citizen in the Spectator brought against his pud"Mem. too many plums, and no suet." There is perhaps too much disquisition and too little narrative; and, indeed, this is the fault into which, judging from the habits of Sir James's mind, we should have thought him most likely to fall. What we assuredly did not anticipate was, that the narrative would be better executed than the disquisitions. We The intellectual and moral qualities which expected to find, and we have found, many just are most important in an historian, he possessed delineations of character, and many digres in a very high degree. He was singularly sions full of interest, such as the account mild, calm, and impartial, in his judgments of of the order of Jesuits, and of the state of men and of parties. Almost all the distin- prison discipline in England a hundred and guished writers who have treated of English fifty years ago. We expected to find, and we history are advocates. Mr. Hallam and Sir have found, many reflections breathing the James Mackintosh are alone entitled to be spirit of a calm and benignant philosophy. called judges. But the extreme austerity of But we did not, we own, expect to find that Mr. Hallam takes away something from the Sir James could tell a story as well as Voltaire pleasure of reading his learned, eloquent, and or Hume. Yet such is the fact; and if any judicious writings. He is a judge, but a hang-person doubts it, we would advise him to read ing judge, the Page or Buller of the high court the account of the events which followed the of literary justice. His black cap is in con-issuing of King James's famous declaration,-stant requisition. In the long calendar of the meeting of the clergy, the violent scene at these whom he has tried, there is hardly one the Privy Council, the commitment, trial, and who has not, ir spite of evidence to charac-acquittal of the bishops. The most superficial tet and recommendations to mercy, been sen- | reader must be charmed, we think, by the live. tened and left for execution. Sir James, liness of the narrative. But no person who is perhaps, erred a little on the other side. He not acquainted with that vast mass of intracta liked a maiden assize, and came away with ble materials, of which the valuable and inte. white gloves, after sitting in judgment on resting part has been extracted and condensed, batches of the most notorious offenders. He can fully appreciate the skill of the writer. had a quick eye for the redeeming parts of a Here, and indeed throughout the book, we find character, and a large toleration for the infir- many harsh and careless expressions, which mities of men exposed to strong temptations. the author would probably have removed if he But this lenity did not arise from ignorance or had lived to complete his work. But, in spite neglect of moral distinctions. Though he al- of these blemishes, we must say that we should lowed, perhaps, too much weight to every ex- find it difficult to point out, in any modern his tenuating circumstance that could be urged in torian, any passage of equal length, and at the favour of the transgressor, he never disputed same time of equal merit. We find in it the the authority of the law, or showed his inge-diligence, the accuracy, and the judgment of auity by refining away its enactments. On every occasion he showed himself firm wnere principles were in question, but full of charity kwards individuals.

Hallam, united to the vivacity and the colouring of Southev. A history of England, writter. througnout in tnis manner, would be the mos fascinating book in the language. It would b

more in request at the circulating braries than

the last novel.

Sir James was not, we think, gifted with poetical imagination. But the lower kind of imagination which is necessary to the historian, he had in large measure. It is not the business of the historian to create new worlds and to people them with new races of beings. He is to Homer and Shakspeare, to Dante and Milton, what Nollekens was to Canova, or Lawrence to Michel Angelo. The object of the historian's imagination is not within him; it is furnished from without. It is not a vision of beauty and grandeur discernible only by the eye of his own mind; but a real model which be did not make, and which he cannot alter. Yet his is not a mere mechanical imitation. The triumph of his skill is to select such parts as may produce the effect of the whole, to bring out strongly all the characteristic features, and to throw the light and shade in such a manner as may heighten the effect. This skill, as far as we can judge from the unfinished work now before us, Sir James Mackintosh possessed in an eminent degree.

shock us more than this Supplement. The Memoir contains much that is worth read. ing; for it contains many extracts from the compositions of Sir James Mackintosh. But when we pass from what the biographer has done with his scissors, to what he has done with his pen, we find nothing worthy of appro bation. Instead of confining himself to the only work which he is competent to performthat of relating facts in plain words--he fa vours us with his opinions about Lord Bacon, and about the French literature of the age of Louis XIV.; and with opinions, more absurd still, about the poetry of Homer, whom it is evident, from his criticisms, that he cannot read in the original. He affects, and for aught we know, feels something like contempt for the celebrated man whose life he has under taken to write, and whom he was incompetent to serve in the capacity even of a corrector of the press. Our readers may form a notion of the spirit in which the whole narrative is composed, from expressions which occur at the beginning. This biographer tells us that Mackintosh, on occasion of taking his medical deThe style of this Fragment is weighty, man- gree at Edinburgh, "not only put off the writing ly, and unaffected. There are, as we have of his Thesis to the last moment, but was an said, some expressions which seem to us hour behind his time on the day of examinaharsh, and some which we think inaccurate. tion, and kept the Academic Senate waiting These would probably have been corrected, if for him in full conclave." This irregularity, Sir James had lived to superintend the publi- which no sensible professor would have thought cation. We ought to add that the printer has deserving of more than a slight reprimand, is by no means done his duty. One misprint in described by the biographer, after a lapse of particular is so serious as to require notice. nearly half a century, as an incredible instance Sir James Mackintosh has paid a high and "not so much of indolence as of gross negli just tribute to the genius, the integrity, and gence and bad taste." But this is not all. Our the courage of a good and great man, a dis- biographer has contrived to procure a copy of tinguished ornament of English literature, a the Thesis, and has sate down with hi As in fearless champion of English liberty, Thomas præsenti and his Propria quæ maribus at his side, Burnet, Master of the Charter-House, and au- to pick out blunders in a composition written thor of that most eloquent and imaginative by a youth of twenty-one, on the occasion ak work, the Telluris Theoria Sacra. Wherever luded to. He finds one mistake-such a misthe name of this celebrated man occurs, it is take as the greatest scholar might commit when printed "Bennet," both in the text and in the in haste, and as the veriest schoolboy would index. This cannot be mere negligence: it is detect when at leisure. He glories over this plain that Thomas Burnet and his writings precious discovery with all the exultation of a were never heard of by the gentleman who has pedagogue. "Deceived by the passive termibeen employed to edite this volume; and who, nation of the deponent verb defungor, Mackinnot content with deforming Sir James Mackintosh misuses it in a passive sense." He is tosh's text by such blunders, has prefixed to it a calumnious Memoir, has appended to it a most unworthy Continuation, and has thus succeeded in expanding the volume into one of the thickest, and debasing it into one of the worst that we ever saw. Never did we see so admirable an illustration of the old Greek proverb, which tells us that half is sometimes more than the whole. Never did we see a case in which the increase of the bulk was so evidently a diminution of the value.

Why such an artist was selected to deface so fine a Torso, we cannot pretend to conjecture. We read that, when the Consul Mummius, after the_taking of Corinth, was preparing to send o Rome some works of the greatest Grecian sculptors, he told the packers that if they broke his Venus or his Apollo, he would force them to restore the limbs which should be wanting. A head by a hewer of milestones, joined to a bosom by Praxiteles would not surprise or

not equally fortunate in his other discovery. "Laude conspurcare," whatever he may think, is not an improper phrase. Mackintosh meant to say that there are men whose praise is a disgrace. No person, we are sure, who has read this Memoir, will doubt that there are men whose abuse is an honour.

But we must proceed to more important matters. This writer evidently wishes to im. press his readers with a belief that Sir James Mackintosh, from interested motives, aban doned the doctrines of the "Vindicia Gallica." Had his statements appeared in their naturai place, we should leave them to their natu ral fate. We would not stoop to defend Sir James Mackintosh from the attacks of fourthrate magazines and pothouse newspapers. Bu here his own fame is turned against him. A book, of which not one copy would ever have been bought but for his name in the title-page, is made the vehicle of the siander. Undas