The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
same red grave with himself," as if American sextons made a common
practice of burying two people together--and, who having not a sous in
his pocket at page 86, pulls out a handful at page 87, although he has
had no opportunity of obtaining a copper in the interim?
As regards Mr. Fay's _style_, it is unworthy of a school-boy. The
"Editor of the New York Mirror" has either never seen an edition of
Murray's Grammar, or he has been a-Willising so long as to have
forgotten his vernacular language. Let us examine one or two of his
sentences at random. Page 28, vol. i. "He {57} was doomed to wander
through the _fartherest_ climes alone and branded." Why not say at
once _fartherertherest_? Page 150, vol. i. "Yon kindling orb should be
hers; and that faint spark close to its side should teach her how dim
and yet how near my soul was to her own." What is the meaning of all
this? Is Mr. Leslie's soul dim to her own, as well as near to her
own?--for the sentence implies as much. Suppose we say "should teach
her how dim was my soul, and yet how near to her own." Page 101, vol.
i. "You are both right and both wrong--you, Miss Romain, to judge so
harshly of all men who are not versed in the easy elegance of the
drawing room, and your father in too great lenity towards men of
sense, &c." This is really something new, but we are sorry to say,
something incomprehensible. Suppose we translate it. "You are both
right and both wrong--you, Miss Romain, _are both right and wrong_ to
judge so harshly of all not versed in the elegance of the
drawing-room, &c.; and your father _is both right and wrong_ in too
great lenity towards men of sense."--Mr. Fay, have you ever visited
Ireland in your peregrinations? But the book is full to the brim of
such absurdities, and it is useless to pursue the matter any farther.
There is not a single page of Norman Leslie in which even a school-boy
would fail to detect at least two or three gross errors in Grammar,
and some two or three most egregious sins against common-sense.
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