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prospect opened. On the 7th of August, reluctantly;" but depart he must, if only to Moore, being on a visit to Lord Moira at ascertain the value of the appointment given. Donington, is informed by that important by Mr. Tierney to wipe out “obligations." personage that Tierney had offered him the The registrar reaches Bermuda, and on the gift of a place which government had left at 19th of January, 1804, just four months after his (Tierney's) disposal, and now Lord Moira Moore sailed from Portsmouth, he writes offered it to Moore. Tom, knowing whose home thus : “Dear mother, I shall tell heart the intelligence will chiefly delight, you at once that it is not worth my while to writes off to his mother at once :- “It must remain here. I shall just stop to finish my be something far from contemptible, as Lord work for Carpenter (the London publisher), M. told me in confidence Tierney was under which will occupy me till the spring months obligations to him, and that this was the come in, when the passages home are always first opportunity he had of in any manner delightfully pleasant, and then I shall get upon repaying them.” Moore is only twenty-four, the wing to see my dear friends once more." and his fortune is made outright. There is Before the year is out Tom, thoroughly disonly one drawback to his otherwise unquali- gusted with his occupation, is again on fied satisfaction. The gold-mine is far off,
British shores. But, like a prudent young neither in England nor in Ireland, but across gentleman, he takes steps, both in Bermuda the seas.
Well, what matter? An appoint- and at home, for securing his future welfare. ment which the government gives to Tierney, “I have no doubt,” he writes to his mother and which Tierney gives to Lord Moira to after his return, “ that my situation at Berwipe off obligations, and which Lord Moira muda will turn out something for me; the gives to Moore as a high mark of favor, must men I have appointed are of the most respect surely be considerable enough to enable the able in the island.” And as to his own whole Moore family to emigrate together. So employments, Lord Moira, of course, will take Tom thinks, and so he writes to his mother. care of them. “ He assured me in the kindMr. Moore, senior, is full of becoming grat- est manner that he had not for an instant itude and approval. “For his particular lost sight of me. He could now give me a part, he thinks, with his son, that there is a situation immediately, but it would require singular chance, as well as a special interfer- residence abroad, and he added, “We must once of Providence in getting so honorable a not banish you to a foreign garrison.' I situation at this very critical time." Tom answered, 'that as to occupations, I was goes to town from Donington with a letter ready to undertake any kind of business what from Lord Moira to Mr. Tierney, and is in- ever.' 'Yes,' says he, “but we must find formed that the valuable office is as distant as that business at home for you.' Bermuda, and that the duties of the poet Two words of comment upon the above will be those of a registrar — to examine all interesting paragraph before we stop. The the skippers, mates and seamen,
respectable” deputy whom Moore left to duced as witnesses in the causes of captured do his work in Bermuda turned out a scounvessels. Still Moore consoles himself. He drel, and all but ruined his principal ; and “ finds Bermuda is a place where physicians Lord Moira, oppressed with dignities himself, order their patients when no other air will never once raised a finger to help the sanguino keep them alive ;" — how tempting a spot client who had unwisely built upon his lordly for a lively young gentleman, carolling from promises. morning till night in the silken lap of London Tom Moore was always a Liberal. Ho fashion ! Well! within a month of his ap- began life, as we have seen, the sympathizing pointment Moore sails. He reaches America companion of the ill-fated conspirators of on his way. The business-like character of Trinity College, Dublin, and he continued to the whole proceeding peeps out in a letter the last an adherent of the school of which addressed by Moore to his mother from Nor- his present noble biographer must now be ao folk, Virginia, Dec. 2, 1803 :—“It is extraor-counted the head. The poet was, however, dinary," he writes, " that I cannot, even too much petted by the great families to keep here, acquire any accurate information with his liberality as fresh and wholesome as it respect to the profits of my registrarship.” might have been. Tom was a Liberal and The ladies cry when Tom leaves America, and something less. He had popular views with say " they never parted with any one so la decidedly aristocratic bias. He was a man of the people, initiated into the rites by a upon the daily business of life to bestow even sprinkling of rose-water. No man living a passing thought upon its silken frivolities. could be more offended at Tory jobbery than The impression which the mind of Moore Tom Moore ; yet he, alas ! on the very first “ received from the character and manner of opportunity, took, as we have read, a situa- these Republicans " suggested the chief epistion from the government, performed its tles found in the volumes of which we speak. duties for a month or two, and then quitted But the publication contained, also, poems of his post forever, leaving behind him a dep- a very different order. If we do not mistake, uty, about whom he made no further inquiries Moore, in the last edition of his collected until the victims of the said deputy's miscon- works, separated the transatlantic sketches duct thought proper to make the most from the other verses, and gave to the “ Episurgent inquiries respecting him, Thomas tles and Odes” the new title of Poems relatMoore, the principal. The immediate fruit ing to America. But in the original edition of the Bermuda trip was the publication in the labors of Juvenal were frequently relieved the early spring of 1806 of Epistle, Odes, by the strains of Catullus, and it is by no and other Poems, dedicated to “ Francis, Earl means certain that the ingenuous youth of of Moira, General in His Majesty's forces, 1806 did not take quite as much harm from Mister-General of the Ordnance, Constable the poet's amorous suggestions as they deof the Tower, &c.;' and it is amusing enough rived profit from his more sonorous antito compare the sublime inscription with the Republican couplets. To the abuse which preface that immediately follows it, and with Moore received on account of the lighter the accents of disgust at Lord Moira's subse- compositions we are happily indebted for the quent neglect, which reveal themselves in the most interesting chapter in the poet's postcorrespondence, and to which we shall here- humous publication — an inimitable chapter, after have occasi n more particularly to refer. for the sake of which we willingly pardon the It was impossible to panegyrize Lord Moira, shortcomings of all the rest. Many solemn wrote Tom in the dedication, because, as an and instructive discourses have been written honest Spartan once said of Hercules, no one against the bloody practice of duelling; but had ever thought of blaming him.
who are pro
we question whether any treatise ever pubvery much easier to abuse the Americans in lished is so calculated to convince mankind of the preface, because, we presume, no classic the utter absurdity of the unholy custom as authority had in their case ever furnished a Moore's simple narrative of his warlike meetprecedent for withholding censure. It is not ing with Jeffrey, who had openly declared in to be wondered that Moore, passing from the the Edinburgh Review, that“ Thomas Moore, dazzling scenes of London fashion, in which in his Epistles and Odes, had made a deliberate he had reason to believe himself idolized, attempt to corrupt the minds of his readers." should have been struck and amazed by Moore was twenty-seven years old at the the fierce and resolute aspect of masculine life time — an Irishman and a very fine gentle that suddenly encountered him in the United man, as we must all admit. The month was States ; but we must express some concern July, and he had just come up to London from when we find the friend of Emmet, the a visit to Donington Park, having promised admirer of Fitzgerald, and the sympathizer my dear and most kind friend, the late Dowwith struggling freedom in every land, affect-ager Lady Donegal, to join her and her sister at ing to be shocked with “the rude familiarity Worthing.” To Worthing he went, and put of the lower orders in America,” with “ the up at the inn; and there, in bed, the book unpolished state of society in general,” and with the blue and yellow cover reached him, to believe that because the hardy Republicans containing the attack. The first impulse of were in 1806 — not quite thirty years after the offended poet was to hasten to Edinindependence had been won “still remote burgh, and to demand satisfaction on the from the elegant characteristics of freedom, very spot where the insult had been offered. every sanguine hope of the future energy and One contemptible but also very serious obstagreatness of America” must immediately be cle prevented this design from being carried repressed. Had Moore acquired his liberal out. The knight had not money enough to orded in the depths, and not in the heights, of pay the journey. In fact, the emptiness of London society, he would not so readily have Moore's pockets, and his magnificent modo despaired of a country too intent at the time of life in spite of it, give to his portrait a
fine Rembrandt effect on all occasions. We done, and the pistols secured, he proceeded remember that when he was first introduced to a friend's house, and there, in order to to the Prince of Wales we were very nearly avoid suspicion, passed the night. losing the important ceremony altogether, Tom slept pretty well, and the morning simply because Tom's coat had “ grown dawned. His friend, Mr. Hume (not Joconfoundedly shabby ;” and he had not seph), had taken care to provide a surgeon, money enough to buy another. What would and in good time both were on the ground. have happened if a speculative tailor had not Jeffrey and his party were, however, before consented to make a new coat for two them. The Edinburgh reviewer was not only guineas and an old one, we fear to think. accompanied by his second, but by a group In the midst of his fashionable whirl we find of anxious friends, who hovered uneasily him praying that his poems may sell fast about the spot, miserable on his account. enough to enable him to buy a few neces- Moore and Jeffrey met face to face. They sary shirts and cravats ; and he makes pro- had never seen each other before, and they tracted visits to great houses, where he stays might never see each other again. Dreadful “much longer than he wished or intended, moment! Jeffrey was standing with the simply from not having a shilling in his bag which contained the pistols in his hand, pockets to give the servants on going away,'
," while Horner was looking anxiously around.” being forced at last to beg the necessary A few minutes more and the preliminaries gratuity as a temporary loan from his pub- were arranged. Horner thought he detected lisher in town. But to the duel. Not some suspicious-looking fellows lurking about being able to travel to Edinburgh, the angry the farm ; but they vanished, and he prepoet goes moodily to London, and there, as pared for the horrible business. the fates contrive, Jeffrey arrives at the very place for the intended butchery was found, same time. Moore writes to a friend to join in front of some large trees, and behind him in town as soon as possible, and tells these Hume and Horner retired to load the the reason why. The friend is a sensible deadly instruments, leaving Jeffrey and Moore man, and will not stir. Tom has then re- together. course to another, who, not being sensible, What could the two creatures do, thus undertakes his delicate mission. Tom pro- left to 'amuse each other, and so capable of vided him with his credentials. The “ friend” affording mutual entertainment? Both were was to be the bearer of a letter to Mr. Jef- men of ardent imagination, of strong feelfrey containing the reviewer's imputations, ings and generous impulses ; the time was and the following unmistakable reply to an exciting one ; and it would have been them by Moore himself:
strange indeed if they had permitted the You are a liar ; yes, sir, a liar; and I choose solemn character of their meeting to interto adopt this harsh and vulgar mode of defiance fere at all with the current of their kindly in order to prevent at once all equivocation be- natures. “ We, of course," writes Moore tween us, and to compel you to adopt, for your own satisfaction, that alternative which you the first words I recollect to have passed between
Had bowed to each other on meeting ; but might otherwise have hesitated in affording to mine.
us was Jeffrey's saying, on our being left together,
“ What a beautiful morning it is !” “Yes,” I The satisfaction required by the fiery little answered with a slight smile, “a morning made
for better purposes ;"' to which bis only response man was, the reader will allow, that of a
was a sort of assenting sigh. As our assistants “ gentleman ;' but the language in which were not, any more than ourselves, very expert it was demanded is decidedly that of a vint- at warlike matters, they were rather slow in their
Poor Mr. Jeffrey, fifty years ago, had proceedings; and as Jeffrey and I walked up but one course to take. He referred Moore's and down together we came once in sight of their friend to his own friend (Mr. Horner); ar- rather àpropos to the purpose, what Billy Egan,
operations ; upon which I related to him, as rangements for mortal combat were instantly the Irish barrister, once said, when, as he was made, and the meeting was fixed for the sauntering about in like manner while the pistols following morning at Chalk Farm. Moore were loading, his antagonist, a ficry little fellow, dined alone on the preceding evening, and Don't make yourself unaisy, my dear fellow,
called out to him angrily to keep his ground, after his meal went forth and purchased, at said Egan ; sure, is n't it bad enough to take a shop in Bond street, powder and bullets the dose without being by at the mixing up?" enough for a score of duels. This business
Jeffrey had scarcely time to give a sickly
smile at the story before the two seconds I be delivered to some of his aristocratic friends
In April, 1807, Moore's friends were out about to flow — rivers of ink were about to of office, and he was miserable in consebe spared, when some police officers, at a quence. Ile had not yet perfect faith in given signal, rushed out from behind the himself, but hung ignobly at the skirts of trees, knocked the pistols into the next field, the great, literally singing his best in order seized the combatants, conducted them to to induce the powerful to drop their supertheir carriages, and, acting in the interests fluous crumbs into his basket.
It was a of humanity and the booksellers, conveyed fruitless effort, as it deserved to be. For why them instantly to Bow street. One impor- should genius such as his sell itself for dross? tant fact was elicted by Moore on the way. The majority of Moore's letters in 1807 are Poor Horner, who knew nothing about pis- dated" Donington Park ;” but the burden tols, had asked Hume to load both weapons, of them is still mournful enough in spite of and Hume had accordingly performed the the locality. “I am made very comfortable," two operations.
he writes, “but the main point is still wantArrived at Bow street, all the offenders ing - il me donne des manchettes' he is were shown into a sitting-room, while mes- speaking of Lord Moira — "et je na’i point sengers were despatched for “ bail.” The de chemise.” In 1807 the publication of the police officers, supposing that dire malignity Irish Melodies commenced. In 1808 Moore burnt in the bosoms of the antagonists, offered magnified the offence he had already committo separate them; but they had taken an ted in the volumes of Epistles, Odes, &c., by enormous fancy to each other on the field, publishing, under the name of Thomas Little, and desired nothing so much as to continue a collection of verses, the best apology for the interrupted discourse. Every man has which is “ that they were all productions of experienced the gush of pleasant emotion an age when the passions very often give a that follows upon escape from visible and coloring too warm to the imagination.
In imminent danger. It overflowed in the 1811 the poet took a desperate step, and breast of the released and happy Jeffrey. married. This certainly not unimportant fact Fluent at all times, he became voluble at in the poet's life is communicated to the Bow street, and fairly charmed his new-found reader en passant at the foot of the page, friend by “ dressing his subjects out in every and not another syllable is said on the subvariety of array that an ever rich and ready ject. “Mr. Moore," writes Lord John Ruswardrobe of phraseology could supply.” The sell in a note, was married to Miss Dyke bail being forthcoming, the culprits were free on March 25, 1811, at St. Martin's church, to depart; but before they could do so another in London." His lordship might have writcause of detention had arisen. On examin- ten as much had he been editing the life and ing the pistols it was found that Moore's had correspondence of Bowles, of Rogers, or of a bullet in it, but in Jeffrey's there was none. any other man of Moore's acquaintance. Do It was a horrible discovery ; for had not we complain unreasonably when we assert Hume, Moore's second, confided to his prin- that greater dereliction of editorial duty never cipal on his way to Bow street the important was committed than in such instances as secret that with his own hand he had loaded this? The wife of Thomas Moore proved a both? Fortunately for all parties, Horner solace, a support, and a joy to her husband had seen Hume put the bullet into Jeffrey's throughout his life — his best and fondest pistol — the lead had, no doubt, fallen out of companion in the days of his strength the pistol into the field ; explanations were priceless comforter in the time of calamity deemed satisfactory, and Moore and Jeffrey and during the last hours of mental gloom. became fast friends forever. The worst that She survives her illustrious partner, and happened was, that the newspapers of the merits something more than the mere record day cruelly announced that “in the pistol of which Lord John Russell would surely have one of the parties a pellet was found, and vouchsafed to Moore's merest acquaintance. nothing at all in the pistol of the other,” | There was the greater reason for a few and that Moore had to burn a series of sen- words of explanatory comment, inasmuch as timental effusions which he had written, to the very letter that follows the editor's an
nouncement of Moore's marriage contains a Thirteen years have elapsed since the eventsuspicion avowed by the poet, that his choice ful evening when Lord Moira lighted him to had not proved agreeable to his humble his couch, and substantial aid from that high parents, who, up to this very time, had been quarter is still as far off as ever. His lordsharers in the small earnings of their gifted ship is still excluded from power, and in
What marriage can this be, upon that fact which the vintner and his wife look coldly
I see an end (writes Moore) to the long lope and without the cordiality and interest which of my life. My intention is to go far away into they owe to their child and benefactor? We the country, there to devote the remainder of my refer for an answer to the biographer, who life to the dear circle I am forming around me, should be the best vindicator of his friend's to the quiet pursuit of literature, and, I hope,
of goodness. inemory, and his lips are sealed. We are sorry to say that we can find a better reason He repeats the manly and becoming determifor old Mr. Moore's coldness than for Lord nation to another correspondent, John Russell's silence. Tom had taken unto The truth is (he says), I feel as if a load were himself a girl after his own heart, but with-taken off me by this final termination to all the out a penny in her pocket. No wonder that hope and suspense which the prospect of Lord
Moira's advancement has kept me in for so many the old couple, who had looked for a countess years. It has been a sort of Will-o'-the-wisp to at least for their distinguished and much flat- me all my life, and the only thing I regret is tered boy, and who had regularly received a that it was not extinguished earlier, for it has portion of his scanty gains, should have taken led me a sad dance. My intention now is to live alarm at the step which threatened to cut and to be as happy as love, literature and liberty
in the country upon the earnings of my brains, off the supplies, and which decided forever
can make me ; and, though I shall have but few as marriage does decide — the social position to talk to me, I will try to make many talk of of the newly-married pair. It is due to me. Moore to say that such alarm was not suf- It was a wise resolve, and the poet acted fered to exist for an instant in the minds of bravely upon the suggestions of his better his parents, for he writes off at once, bidding genius. He hired a small cottage at Kegthem rely upon him for the future, and to worth, in Leicestershire, at no great distance draw immediately upon his publishers for from Castle Donington -a vicinity to be money if they stand in need of present as-valued for the sake of a good library, if for sistance. We are loath to search for reasons no other reason - entered into an agreement for neglect of duty in one particular when with the Messrs. Power, of London, the pubthe whole publication before us exhibits negli- lishers of his songs, in virtue of which he gence of no common order ; but when we was to receive 5001. a year for the space
of remember how much space is generally de- seven years - - and from time to time to send voted by biographers to prove the creditable forth into the world from his happy retreat descents of their heroines and heroes, we those exquisite strains which will render the cannot but suspect that, had Mrs. Moore name of Moore famous wheresoever music belonged to any one of the families whom enchants and the perfect language of song Moore delighted to honor, we should have can find its way to the human heart. Now had from Lord John Russell something more and then the modest retirement of the cotthan the brief and, because brief, disparaging tage was exchanged for magnificent visits to notice of the poet's marriage with a lady who the castle itself, and then, you may be sure, was only a stage dancer, although remarka-; the felicity of Tom was at its height. Hear ble for her beauty and esteemed for her vir- the poor fellow when he writes to his mother, tues.
after having accompanied his "sweet Bessy" In due time a little girl is born to Moore, for a drive in one of my lord's own carriaand the natural anxieties of a parent warn ges! – him of the necessity of buckling on his
I think (he says), it would have pleased you armor manfully for the fight of life. He to see my wife in one of Lord Moira's carriages, has wealth within him if he will but turn with his servant riding after her, and Lady Louhis
gaze inward and withdraw it utterly from don's crimson travelling cloak round her to keep the gewgaws which have hitherto dazzled her comfortable. It is a glorious triumph of
good conduct on both sides, and makes my heart his eyes only to mislead his judgment. In happier and prouder than all the best worldly 1812 glimpses of his duty come to him, connexions could possibly have done. The dear