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I T-H E TOM AHA W K. I 1 A SATURDAY JOUR...
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I T-H E Tom Aha W K. I 1 A Saturday Jour...
I T-H E TOM AHA W K . I 1 A SATURDAY JOURNAL OF SATIRE . I 1 ( Bhiiet ) bp . ; a . rtlj . ttT a'TSeckett . I I " INVITAT CULPAM QUI PECCATUM PRETERIT | . "
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What Can We Say Of Charles Dickens That ...
What can we say of Charles Dickens that has not been said [ before ? written by abler pens than ours , felt by tenderer hearts I than ours . ' We are merely satirists . Our duty is but to tear and rend I —to show the hateful face of Hypocrisy to the World , to rob Folly of the sound of bells . What right have we to stand near 1 the great man ' s grave , to add our wreath of Cyprus to the immortelles strewn o ' er the dead ' s last resting-place ? But little , our mission is with the living , our task . a life-long fight . We have no time for grief ,, sighstears . And yet we , cannot let the earth rest on Dickens ' s grave without writing a few humble words in his . honour . -Writing them from the heart with faltering pen and trembling hands . Writing them in bitter sorrow—sorrow unbounded , sorrow without end . I In years to come our words may appear extravagant ; but [ now , while the loss of our great , good novelist is upon us our grief is shared by a people , a race , a world ! Charles Dickens was not only a romancer . He was a mighty j teacher , as powerful as the ablest preacher of modern times . His mission was one of mercy . He did not come among us to war with his enemies , to join petty cliques , to support petty coteries . No , his life was spent ( ah ! how soon ) in showing us that real good might be mingled with apparent bad , how the wealthy man might be a Christian , how the poor man need I not always be a brute . He drew nearer to one another class to class ; in a word , he taught one half of the world how the other lived . This he did without ostentation , without a thought for self . He was proud of his profession , not of his brain ' ; thanked his God for his power to do good , not for his means of gaining fame . He has gone away for ever from among us , but he has left books that will bear his name down to generations and generations , and generations yet to come . He and his fellow-worker , Thackeray , represent , and represent worthily , the literature of the century . Macaulay may have been a great historianl » ut , his name will not live as long as " Charles Dickens . " Tennyson , may be a great poet , but he will be forgotten before " Thackeray . /' because a meaningless word . Who have we to succeed these two great men ? Wilkie Collins ? Absurd . Charles Read * ,, ¦¦¦ BBHHBaHBUHHaiHBi ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ^ HHniHninaBaBHBMBaHiWMBn ' i
Ridiculous .. The first is a writer who would delight the heart 1 of the Manager of the Ambigu—the second turns " blue books " 1 into romances , poor specimens of human nature into grotesque burlesque . Anthony Trollope can write of small beer , and Miss Braddon of the beauties of the lime-light and the delights i of absolutel London y no Journal one ! " society It is too ! true Who —no else one hav ! e we ? No one— jl g see As the we creations write the of vision his brain of his in all work their s pass unparalleled before us excellence , and we , » g Comed First y then and is traged Pickwick y , smiles —the and great tears , the , mirth good and Pickwick pathos . . Pick- g 1 wickwho in spite of his smalls and his spectacles , and absurd H mishap , s , is a gentleman every inch of him . Near him follows 1 Sam Wellerfirst of humoristsmost genial of satirists . A man i whose fund of , anecdote would have , made the fortune of a rival 1 a Percy reputation , whose for readiness the stup in idest the hour of generals of danger and would most hav incapable e bought g R arid of commanders liarand— -in-chief debtor | . And . Ah there there too is is seen Jing the le . master Adventurer hand § Whitecrbss of Dickens , . street Who poor ? can , That | hate scene Jing , le that aften brings that out touching the strugg scene ling in tg good from the mass of bad . There too is Winkle , born only to K and illustrate a score Seymour of others ' s pencil . The , and vision Snodgrass fades , and and the another rival editors icture , 1 g , p takes its place . h Now we have David Copperfield , gentlest and kindliest of 1 lads youth , condemning denounces and the yet poor admiring usher . Stern Then forth dear , as that childlike headstrong Dora g g appears with her tiny dog , and the two fade away together . W And Rosa Dartle—revengeful Rosa Dartle—pours forth hero fierce pitiless invective upon little Em'ly ' s head , and Pcggoty g wanders child--the once child again so cruell | throug lost h the to world him . And to find Micawber his mother most ' s I y , hopeful of mortals , " turns up" in Australia prosperous , happy , H and conversational . And the vision is crowded with characters M all good , all tree , and then | it fades away and gives place to another . K Martin Chuzzlewit—old | Martin and young Martin . Doth proud , both firm , both obstinate . And here too is Mark Taplcy , 1 ¦ m ! , f ii « i «« mib— —— iiiiimmhi iiM rni « irT « MMMM « TiM ) mnwBMn « wi ~ TMi
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Tomahawk (1867-1870), June 25, 1870, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/t/issues/ttw_25061870/page/3/
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