My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
"Only in spirit, my dear. Bless you! did you suppose that the Boston
correspondents, or any other correspondents, are there, or anywhere else
in fact, that they profess to be? I told you that I was the professor of
humbug. This little affair lies strictly in my department."
"Jim!" said I, solemnly, "I don't want to be in such a network of
chicanery."
"Oh, come, Hal, nobody else wants to be just where they are, and after
all, it's none of your business; you and Bolton are great moral
forty-pounders. When we get you pointed the right way for the paper you
can roar and fire away at your leisure, and the moral effect will be
prodigious. I'm your flying-artillery--all over the field everywhere,
pop, and off again; and what is it to you what I do? Now you see, Hal,
you must just have some general lines about your work; the fact is, I
ought to have told you before. There's Sillery and Peacham's books have
got to be put straight along: you see there is no mistake about that;
and when you and Bolton find one you can't praise honestly, turn it over
to me. Then, again, there's Burill and Bangem's books have got to be put
down. They had a row with us last year, and turned over their
advertising to the _Spouting Horn_. Now, if you happen to find a bad
novel among _their_ books show it up, cut into it without mercy; it
will give you just as good a chance to preach, with your muzzle pointed
the right way, and do exactly as much good. You see there's everything
with you fellows in getting you pointed right."
"But," said I, "Jim, this course is utterly subversive of all just
criticism. It makes book notices good for nothing."
"Well, they are not good for much," said Jim reflectively. "I sometimes
pity a poor devil whose first book has been all cut up, just because
Goldstick's had a row with his publishers. But then there's this
comfort--what we run down, the _Spouting Horn_ will run up, so it is
about as broad as it is long. Then there's our Magazines. We're in with
the _Rocky Mountains_ now--we've been out with them for a year or two
and cut up all their articles. Now you see we are in, and the rule is,
to begin at the beginning and praise them all straight through, so
you'll have plain sailing there. Then there's the _Pacific_--you are to
pick on that all you can. I think you had better leave that to me. I
have a talent for saying little provoking things that gall people, and
that they can't answer. The fact is, the _Pacific_ has got to come down
a little, and come to our terms, before we are civil to it."
"Jim Fellows"--I began,
"Come, come, go and let off to Bolton, if you have got anything more to
say;" he added, "I want to write my Boston letter. You see, Hal, I shall
bring you out with flying colors, and get a better sale for the book
than if you hadn't written."
"Jim," said I, "I'm going to get out of this paper."
"And pray, my dear Sir, what will you get into?"
"I'll get into one of the religious papers."
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