Sterne, however, did not live so long. In 1768 he came to London for
the last time, and enjoyed himself much. He dined with literary friends
and supped with fast friends. He liked both. But the end was at hand.
His chest had long been delicate; he got a bad cold which became a
pleurisy, and died in a London lodging—a footman sent by ‘some gentlemen
who were dining,’ and a hired nurse, being the only persons present.
His family were away; and he had devoted himself to intellectual and
luxurious enjoyments, which are at least as sure to make a lonely
death-bed as a refined and cultivated life. ‘Self-scanned, self-centred,
self-secure,’ a man may perhaps live, but even so by _himself_ he will
be sure to die. For self-absorbed men the world at large cares little;
as soon as they cease to amuse, or to be useful, it flings them aside,
and they die alone. Even Sterne’s grave, they say, was so obscure and
neglected that the corpse-stealers ventured to open it, and his body was
dissected without being recognised. The life of literary men is often a
kind of sermon in itself; for the pursuit of fame, when it is contrasted
with the grave realities of life, seems more absurd and trifling than
most pursuits, and to leave less behind it. Mere _amusers_ are never
respected. It would be harsh to call Sterne a mere amuser, he is much
more; but so the contemporary world regarded him. They laughed at his
jests, disregarded his death-bed, and neglected his grave.
What, it may be asked, is there in such a career, or such a character
as this, to remind us of the great writer whom we have just lost? In
externals there seems little resemblance, or rather there seems to be
great contrast. On the one side a respected manhood, a long industry, an
honoured memory; on the other hand a life lax, if not dissolute, little
labour, and a dishonoured grave. Mr. Thackeray, too, has written a most
severe criticism on Sterne’s character. Can we, then, venture to compare
the two? We do so venture; and we allege, and that in spite of many
superficial differences, that there was one fundamental and ineradicable
resemblance between the two.
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