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Charles Congdon, Tribune Essays: Leading Articles Contributing to the New York Tribune from 1857 to 1863. (ed. Horace Greeley), A Biographical battle. (search)
ppetites as soon after the lamented demise as possible, and then provide for themselves annuities by the exhibition of the skeleton. That there should be jealousies in the distribution of the net proceeds of anybody's death, is as natural as it would be to find a company of hyenas making a division of their game without regard to Christian principles or Chesterfieldian good manners. When Dr. Johnson had given his valedictory roar, how many rushed forward to ear-mark the body — Hawkins, Mrs. Reynolds, Boswell, Mrs. Piozzi! What a scrambling there was, what a scene of anecdote-snatching! How everybody claimed to have been robbed by everybody else of priceless stories and of invaluable reminiscences! It rained pamphlets, and the air was thick with recriminations. That Dr. Johnson did not walk upon such provocatives, goes far to invalidate his own doctrine of ghosts; for, with his good will, we do not believe that Boswell would have been permitted upon a single occasion again to get
for punishment, with hit me again, written upon every line of his countenance; while Williams, entering like a true Briton into the spirit of the occasion, brings in the basins and the sponges, and is ready to hold the lady's bottle! Talk no more of a dearth of historical subjects for the easel! Why, the death of Nelson was nothing to this! Though we are, on the other hand, rather than else inclined to the opinion that no living painter could do justice to Miss Slidell's agony. Sir Joshua Reynolds managed Ugolino, but we do not think that our whole National Academy, with the Sketch-Club to boot, could adequately portray this Maid of (New) Orleans in all the sublimity of hysterics. If they are up to it, all we have to say is, that they do not need plaster-heads of Medusa to paint from any longer. Williams may be within reach of a clever brush, as with ears long and erect, and admiration driving stupidity from his countenance, he stands by speechless with gratification (and a l