nic more useful for a young writer than to read carefully, in the English Reviews of seventy or eighty years ago, the crushing criticisms on nearly every author of that epoch who has achieved lasting fame.
What cannot there be read, however, is the sterner history of those who were simply neglected.
Look, for instance, at the career of Charles Lamb, who now seems to us a writer who must have disarmed opposition, and have been a favorite from the first.
Lamb's Rosamond gray was published in 1798, and for two years was not even reviewed.
His poems appeared during the same year.
In 1815 he introduced Talfourd to Wordsworth as his own only admirer.
In 1819 the series of Essays of Elia was begun, and Shelley wrote to Leigh Hunt that year: When I think of such a mind as Lamb's, when I see how unnoticed remain things of such exquisite and complete perfection, what should I hope for myself, if I had not higher objects in view than fame?
These Essays were published in a volume in 1823;