Altogether this half dozen men produced nearly two dozen items of the romantico-satiric order, none of which could be called novels in the strict sense, yet all of which are worthy of being included in this list, because of the light they throw on the characteristics of the romantic method in satire. The largest amount, both actually and relatively, is supplied by Peacock, for his seven tales represent the bulk of his own output. The smallest is Lytton’s, represented by only one, and that an aftermath of a prolific and versatile energy. Disraeli threw off three skits, like Thackeray’s half dozen and Meredith’s two, in being preliminary to later and more substantial work. Butler’s two, on the contrary, though forming only a fraction of his stops of various quills, are the most inevitably associated with his name, the pair indeed whereby his name is known. The list covers a period of eighty-five years, though it is prolonged over a half century only by the interval of thirty years between _Erewhon_ and its sequel. The rest are fairly compact, except for Peacock’s Rip Van Winkle sleep between _Crochet Castle_ and _Gryll Grange_. A dated table is appended for the convenience of a bird’s-eye view.[87] Returning now to our first parallel, Peacock and Butler, we find the parallelism to be rather complete, manifesting itself in character, destiny, and product. The destiny of both lay in a mean that was not golden. Their annals were the long and simple of the fairly well to do. Neither knew the exhilaration that comes from prosperity and downright good luck; neither, the depression of bitter struggle or disaster. The current of Peacock’s progress was retarded by the comparative poverty that, like Tennyson’s, postponed his marriage; and that of Butler was obstructed by his family’s opposition to his unpardonable preference for a secular career. If the son of a clergyman and the grandson of a bishop could not see his clerical duty and do it, there was no help for it, he must go to New Zealand. But to banish a youthful radical was only to set him free; and to allow him a perspective and a fresh viewpoint was to bring down upon orthodoxy an infinite deal of mischief. “It was the England that he saw with new eyes,” says his biographer Harris, “after his return, that awakened his restless, satiric vigour. He reacted to the English scene as no one else in his century had reacted before.”[88]