GE to John Blackwood, London, 20 February 1874
Title
GE to John Blackwood, London, 20 February 1874
Title
GE to John Blackwood, London, 20 February 1874
Sender
George Eliot
Recipient
John Blackwood
Date(s)
- 1874-02-20
Place
London
Letter Content
GE to John Blackwood, London, 20 February 1874
MS: National Library of Scotland. Extracts published: Cross, III, 224-227.
The Priory, | 21. North Bank, | Regents Park.
February 20. 74.
My dear Mr. Blackwood
I imagined you absorbed by the political crisis -- like the rest of the world, except the Lord Chief-Justice, who must naturally have felt his summing-up 37 deserving of more attention. I who am no believer in
Salvation by Ballot, am rather tickled that the first experiment with it has turned against its adherents. And I heartily wish that with the outgoing of this ministry there might go out for ever the fashion of indulging an imbecile literary vanity in high places -- as if it were not putting on a fool's cap instead of laurels for a man who has the most responsible business in the country to be turning the Shield of Achilles into doggrel of this sort --
"Bo'f6tes, hight to boot the Wain." 38
The Ball is a very pretty occasion which I like to think of you and Mrs. Blackwood witnessing. And the collar bone of the son and heir (who I hope will be publishing the best books forty years hence) can hardly hinder him from dancing, since the breakage did not hinder him from finishing the football match. I wonder whether the cook who accepted the Home Missionary is that cook of Gypsy blood, whose pulse beat irregularly in the neighbourhood of her tribe? You remember telling me that the clergyman had been called in to help in quieting her mind.
Apropos of Gypsies, I have been making what will almost certainly be my last corrections of the Spanish Gypsy, and that causes me to look forward with especial satisfaction to the probable exhaustion of the present edition. The corrections chiefly concern the quantity of the word Zincalo, which ought to be Z'edncalo, 39 but there are some other emendations, and altogether they make a difference to more than 70 pages. But it would still be worth while to retain the stereotypes, replacing simply the amended pages, there being about 400 in the whole book. I am sadly vexed that I did not think of having these corrections ready for the German reprint.
I have been compunctious lately about my having sprinkled cold water on the proposal suggested by Mr. Simpson, of bringing out my novels in a cheaper way -- on thinner paper and without illustrations. The compunction was roused by my happening, in looking at old records, to alight on some letters, one especially, written by a working man, a certain E. Hall, more than 10 years ago, begging me to bring out my books in a form cheap enough to let a poor man more easily get "a read of them." 40 Hence if you and Mr. Simpson see good to revive the design in question I am perfectly in accord.
You did send me a copy of Lord Lytton's Fables -- many thanks for doing so. Mr. Lewes had seen several of them in manuscript, and thought well of their merits. I am reading them gradually. They are full of graceful fancies and charming verse. So far as cleverness goes, it seems to me he can do almost anything, and the leanings of his mind are towards the best things. The want I feel is of more definiteness and more weight. The two stanzas to his wife placed before [Far] and [Near] are perfect. 41
I think I have never written to you since I wanted to tell you that I admired very much the just spirit in which the notice of Mill's Autobiography was written in the Magazine. Poor Dickens's latter years wear a melancholy aspect, do they not? -- in the feverish pursuit of loud effects and money. But some of the extracts from his letters in this last volume have surprizingly more freshness and naturalness of humour than any of the letters earlier given. Still, something should be done by dispassionate criticism towards the reform of our national habits in the matter of literary biography. Is it not odious that as soon as a man is dead his desk is raked, and every insignificant memorandum which he never meant for the public, is printed for the gossiping amusement of people too idle to re-read his books? "He gave the people of his best. His worst he kept, his best he gave" 42 -- but there is a certain set, not a small one, who are titillated by the worst and indifferent to the best. I think this fashion is a disgrace to us all. It is something like the uncovering of the dead Byron's club foot.
Mr. Lewes is in a more flourishing condition than usual, having been helped by Dr. Andrew Clarke, who ministers to all the brain-workers. I have been ill lately, weeks of malaise having found their climax in lumbar neuralgia or something of that sort which gave fits of pain severe enough to deserve even a finer name. My writing has not been stimulated as Scott's was under circumstances of a like sort, and I have nothing to tell you securely. Please give an expression of my well-founded sympathy to Mr. William Blackwood. My experience feelingly convinces me of the hardship there must be in his. I trust I shall hear of the lameness as a departed evil.
Always yours truly
M. E. Lewes.
MS: National Library of Scotland. Extracts published: Cross, III, 224-227.
The Priory, | 21. North Bank, | Regents Park.
February 20. 74.
My dear Mr. Blackwood
I imagined you absorbed by the political crisis -- like the rest of the world, except the Lord Chief-Justice, who must naturally have felt his summing-up 37 deserving of more attention. I who am no believer in
Salvation by Ballot, am rather tickled that the first experiment with it has turned against its adherents. And I heartily wish that with the outgoing of this ministry there might go out for ever the fashion of indulging an imbecile literary vanity in high places -- as if it were not putting on a fool's cap instead of laurels for a man who has the most responsible business in the country to be turning the Shield of Achilles into doggrel of this sort --
"Bo'f6tes, hight to boot the Wain." 38
The Ball is a very pretty occasion which I like to think of you and Mrs. Blackwood witnessing. And the collar bone of the son and heir (who I hope will be publishing the best books forty years hence) can hardly hinder him from dancing, since the breakage did not hinder him from finishing the football match. I wonder whether the cook who accepted the Home Missionary is that cook of Gypsy blood, whose pulse beat irregularly in the neighbourhood of her tribe? You remember telling me that the clergyman had been called in to help in quieting her mind.
Apropos of Gypsies, I have been making what will almost certainly be my last corrections of the Spanish Gypsy, and that causes me to look forward with especial satisfaction to the probable exhaustion of the present edition. The corrections chiefly concern the quantity of the word Zincalo, which ought to be Z'edncalo, 39 but there are some other emendations, and altogether they make a difference to more than 70 pages. But it would still be worth while to retain the stereotypes, replacing simply the amended pages, there being about 400 in the whole book. I am sadly vexed that I did not think of having these corrections ready for the German reprint.
I have been compunctious lately about my having sprinkled cold water on the proposal suggested by Mr. Simpson, of bringing out my novels in a cheaper way -- on thinner paper and without illustrations. The compunction was roused by my happening, in looking at old records, to alight on some letters, one especially, written by a working man, a certain E. Hall, more than 10 years ago, begging me to bring out my books in a form cheap enough to let a poor man more easily get "a read of them." 40 Hence if you and Mr. Simpson see good to revive the design in question I am perfectly in accord.
You did send me a copy of Lord Lytton's Fables -- many thanks for doing so. Mr. Lewes had seen several of them in manuscript, and thought well of their merits. I am reading them gradually. They are full of graceful fancies and charming verse. So far as cleverness goes, it seems to me he can do almost anything, and the leanings of his mind are towards the best things. The want I feel is of more definiteness and more weight. The two stanzas to his wife placed before [Far] and [Near] are perfect. 41
I think I have never written to you since I wanted to tell you that I admired very much the just spirit in which the notice of Mill's Autobiography was written in the Magazine. Poor Dickens's latter years wear a melancholy aspect, do they not? -- in the feverish pursuit of loud effects and money. But some of the extracts from his letters in this last volume have surprizingly more freshness and naturalness of humour than any of the letters earlier given. Still, something should be done by dispassionate criticism towards the reform of our national habits in the matter of literary biography. Is it not odious that as soon as a man is dead his desk is raked, and every insignificant memorandum which he never meant for the public, is printed for the gossiping amusement of people too idle to re-read his books? "He gave the people of his best. His worst he kept, his best he gave" 42 -- but there is a certain set, not a small one, who are titillated by the worst and indifferent to the best. I think this fashion is a disgrace to us all. It is something like the uncovering of the dead Byron's club foot.
Mr. Lewes is in a more flourishing condition than usual, having been helped by Dr. Andrew Clarke, who ministers to all the brain-workers. I have been ill lately, weeks of malaise having found their climax in lumbar neuralgia or something of that sort which gave fits of pain severe enough to deserve even a finer name. My writing has not been stimulated as Scott's was under circumstances of a like sort, and I have nothing to tell you securely. Please give an expression of my well-founded sympathy to Mr. William Blackwood. My experience feelingly convinces me of the hardship there must be in his. I trust I shall hear of the lameness as a departed evil.
Always yours truly
M. E. Lewes.
Signature
M. E. Lewes.
Citation
George Eliot, GE to John Blackwood, London, 20 February 1874, Complete George Eliot Letters(2026), George Eliot Archive, edited by Beverley Park Rilett. https://GeorgeEliotArchive.org, Accessed September 7, 2026. https://georgeeliotarchive.org/items/show/92634