poverty and by the anxieties arising from the condition
of the latter, and they moved about from one lodging
to another. L.’s literary ventures so far
had not yielded much either in money or fame, but
in 1807 he was asked by W. Godwin (
q.v.) to
assist him in his “Juvenile Library,”
and to this he, with the assistance of his sister,
contributed the now famous
Tales from Shakespeare,
Charles doing the tragedies and Mary the comedies.
In 1808 they wrote, again for children,
The Adventures
of Ulysses, a version of the
Odyssey, Mrs. Leicester’s
School, and
Poetry for Children (1809).
About the same time he was commissioned by Longman
to ed. selections from the Elizabethan dramatists.
To the selections were added criticisms, which at once
brought him the reputation of being one of the most
subtle and penetrating critics who had ever touched
the subject. Three years later his extraordinary
power in this department was farther exhibited in a
series of papers on Hogarth and Shakespeare, which
appeared in Hunt’s
Reflector. In
1818 his scattered contributions in prose and verse
were
coll. as
The Works of Charles Lamb,
and the favour with which they were received led to
his being asked to contribute to the
London Magazine
the essays on which his fame chiefly rests. The
name “Elia” under which they were written
was that of a fellow-clerk in the India House.
They appeared from 1820-25. The first series was
printed in 1823, the second,
The Last Essays of
Elia, in 1833. In 1823 the L.’s had
left London and taken a cottage at Islington, and
had practically adopted Emma Isola, a young orphan,
whose presence brightened their lives until her marriage
in 1833 to E. Moxon, the publisher. In 1825 L.
retired, and lived at Enfield and Edmonton. But
his health was impaired, and his sister’s attacks
of mental alienation were ever becoming more frequent
and of longer duration. During one of his walks
he fell, slightly hurting his face. The wound
developed into erysipelas, and he
d. on December
29, 1834. His sister survived until 1847.
The place of L. as an essayist and critic is the very
highest. His only rival in the former department
is Addison, but in depth and tenderness of feeling,
and richness of fancy L. is the superior. In the
realms of criticism there can be no comparison between
the two. L. is here at once profound and subtle,
and his work led as much as any other influence to
the revival of interest in and appreciation of our
older poetry. His own writings, which are self-revealing
in a quite unusual and always charming way, and the
recollections of his friends, have made the personality
of Lamb more familiar to us than any other in our
literature, except that of Johnson. His weaknesses,
his oddities, his charm, his humour, his stutter,
are all as familiar to his readers as if they had known
him, and the tragedy and noble self-sacrifice of his
life add a feeling of reverence for a character we
already love.