The southern literary messenger, Vol. II., No. 7, June, 1836Various
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The southern literary messenger, Vol. II., No. 7, June, 1836
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
{458} Mr. Watkins Tottle was a rather uncommon compound of strong
uxorious inclinations, and an unparalleled degree of anti-connubial
timidity. He was about fifty years of age; stood four feet six inches
and three quarters in his socks—for he never stood in stockings at
all—plump, clean and rosy. He looked something like a vignette to one
of Richardson's novels, and had a clean cravatish formality of manner,
and kitchen-pokerness of carriage, which Sir Charles Grandison himself
might have envied. He lived on an annuity, which was well adapted to
the individual who received it in one respect—it was rather small. He
received it in periodical payments on every alternate Monday; but he
ran himself out about a day after the expiration of the first week, as
regularly as an eight-day clock, and then, to make the comparison
complete, his landlady wound him up, and he went on with a regular
tick.
It is not every one who can put “a good thing” properly together,
although, perhaps, when thus properly put together, every tenth person
you meet with may be capable of both conceiving and appreciating it.
We cannot bring ourselves to believe that less actual ability is
required in the composition of a really good “brief article,” than in
a fashionable novel of the usual dimensions. The novel certainly
requires what is denominated a sustained effort—but this is a matter
of mere perseverance, and has but a collateral relation to talent. On
the other hand—unity of effect, a quality not easily appreciated or
indeed comprehended by an ordinary mind, and a _desideratum_ difficult
of attainment, even by those who can conceive it—is indispensable in
the “brief article,” and not so in the common novel. The latter, if
admired at all, is admired for its detached passages, without
reference to the work as a whole—or without reference to any general
design—which, if it even exist in some measure, will be found to have
occupied but little of the writer's attention, and cannot, from the
length of the narrative, be taken in at one view, by the reader.
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