Literary works of imagination, fancy or feeling, are liable to no
injury of this kind; but in common with pictures they suffer a partial
deterioration in even a short lapse of time. In such works as in
pictures, there are often passages which once possessed a peculiar
interest, personal and local, subordinate to the general interest. The
painter introduced into an historical piece the portrait of his
mistress, his wife, his child, his dog, his friend, or his faithful
servant. The picture is not as a work of art the worse where these
persons were not known, or when they are forgotten: but there was once
a time when it excited on this account in very many beholders a
peculiar delight which it can never more impart.
So it is with certain books; and though there is perhaps little to
regret in any thing that becomes obsolete, an author may be allowed to
sigh over what he feels and knows to be evanescent.
Mr. Pitt used to say of Wilberforce that he was not so single minded
in his speeches as might have been expected from the sincerity of his
character, and as he would have been if he had been less dependent
upon popular support. Those who knew him, and how he was connected, he
said, could perceive that some things in his best speeches were
intended to _tell_ in such and such quarters,—upon Benjamin Sleek in
one place, Isaac Drab in another, and Nehemiah Wilyman in a
third.—Well would it be if no man ever looked askant with worse
motives!
Observe, Reader, that I call him simply Wilberforce, because any
common prefix would seem to disparage that name, especially if used by
one who regarded him with admiration; and with respect, which is
better than admiration, because it can be felt for those only whose
virtues entitle them to it; and with kindliness, which is better than
both, because it is called forth by those kindly qualities that are
worth more than any talents, and without which a man, though he may be
both great and good, never can be amiable. No one was ever blest with
a larger portion of those gifts and graces which make up the measure
of an amiable and happy man.
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