The English Novel eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The English Novel.

The English Novel eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about The English Novel.
absolutely unsuggestive of what Thackeray was just doing, and really not far from what Trollope was not for some years to do.  There are other passages which make one think of George Eliot, who indeed might have been writing at the very time; there are even faint and faltering suggestions of Ibsenic “duty to ourselves.”  Mr. Danby (the characters regularly call each other “Mr.,” “Mrs.,” and “Miss,” even when they are husbands and wives, daughters or nieces, and uncles or fathers) is a miss, and not quite a miss, of a very striking, original, possible, and even probable character.  His mother, with something more of the Dickensian type-character, can stand by her unpleasant self, and came ten years before “the Campaigner.”  Susan, her pleasanter servant, is equally self-sufficing, and came five years before Peggotty, to whom she is not without resemblances.[28]

    [28] Another novel of Mrs. Marsh-Caldwell’s, Norman’s Bridge,
    has strong suggestions of John Halifax, and is ten years
    older.

But it is not so much the merits on the one hand, or the defects on the other, of the book that deserve attention here and justify the place given to it:  it is the general “chip-the-shell” character.  The shell is only being chipped:  large patches of it still hamper the chicken, which is thus a half developed and half disfigured little animal.  All sorts of didactics, of Byronic-Bulwerish sentiment, of conventionalities of various kinds, still hold their place; the language, as we have said, is traditional and hardly even that; and the characters are partly drawn from Noah’s Arks of various dates, partly from the stock company of the toy theatre.  On the other hand, besides the touches of modernity already mentioned, and assisting them, there is a great attention to “interiors.”  The writer has, for her time, a more than promising sense of the incongruity between Empire dress and furniture and the style of George II.:  and the shabbiness or actual squalor of Charlotte Street and Chancery Lane show that she had either been a very early and forward scholar of Dickens, or had discovered the thing on her own account.  Her age may excuse some of the weak points, but it makes the presence of the strong ones all the more remarkable:  and it shows all the more forcibly how the general influences which were to produce the great central growth of Victorian novel were at work, and at work almost violently, in the business of pulling down the old as well as of building up the new.

Of that new novel it is not necessary to say much more.  In the last fifty or sixty years of the nineteenth century it did, as it seems to me, very great things—­so great that, putting poetry, which is supreme, aside, there is no division of the world’s literature within a time at all comparable to its own which can much, if at all, excel it.  It did these great things because partly of the inscrutable laws which determined that a certain number of men

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