[Footnote 11: The surname borne by C. S. C. until his branch of the family resumed that of Calverley.] [Sidenote: _Literary Controversies_] Charles Reade, who died in the same year, is not ineptly described as the "Rupert of Letters," and his indiscretions and exuberances are overlooked in virtue of his services both as a dramatist and novelist, and the "noble rage" with which he vindicated "the master-virtue, Justice." Echoes of a controversy over the censorship exerted by the libraries, revived periodically in later years, come to us from the years 1884 and 1885, when the banning of Mr. George Moore's novels led to a correspondence in the _Pall Mall Gazette_. Here the late Mr. George Gissing, while professing little sympathy with Mr. Moore, had fallen foul of Thackeray for truckling to the demands of Mrs. Grundy and betraying his artistic conscience--_à propos_ of the Preface to _Pendennis_. This was altogether too much for _Punch_, who belaboured Mr. Gissing to his heart's content in his most truculent vein, and did not abstain from his old and ugly habit of making offensive capital out of an antagonist's name: "humbly we own that we never heard of his name before, though it seems suggestive of a kind of guttural German embrace performed by the nationalizer of the Land [Henry George]." Another famous literary quarrel broke out in 1886, the year of the trenchant attack, recalling the style and temper of Macaulay, on Mr. Gosse in the _Quarterly Review_ for October. As _Punch_ had already indulged in a good deal of acid pleasantry at the expense of the mutual admiration of "Poet Dobson" and "Poet Gosse," it was easy to guess on which side his sympathies would be enlisted. The sting of the _Quarterly's_ indictment lay in the statement that "the men who write bad books are the men who criticize them," and _Punch_ did not refrain from rubbing in the charge:-- Quarterly pay was dear to man Since or ever the world began, Chances vanish, and ventures cross, Even sometimes for bards like Gosse; Since or ever the world began. Quarterly pay was dear to man. But there's a something in quarterly pay Which doesn't please all men alway! Less than half-truth is a _quarter-lie_, Bound to be found out by-and-by; Since or ever the world began, Quarterly pay has been strict with man. Play straight and honest--for, if you don't, The public meed 'tis receive you won't; The mutual arts of puff and praise, Even in these degenerate days, Sink at last in the scorn they raise; Since or ever the world began, Quarterly pay has been straight with man. * * * * *