last, ‘Farewell to New York,’ was published August 1st, 1846, on the eve of her departure for Europe
, however, she sent many letters to the Tribune, and continued occasionally, though at ever-increasing intervals, to correspond with the paper down nearly to the time of her embarkation for her native land in 1850.
During the twenty months of her connection with the Tribune, she wrote, on an average, three articles a week.
Many of them were long and elaborate, extending, in several instances, to three and four columns; and, as they were Essays upon authors, rather than Reviews of Books, she indulged sparingly in extract.
Among her literary articles, we observe essays upon Milton
, George Sand, the countess Hahn Hahn
, Charles Wesley
, and other magnates.
She wrote, also, a few musical and dramatic critiques.
Among her general contributions, were essays upon the Rights, Wrongs, and Duties of Women, a defence of the “Irish character,” articles upon “Christmas,” “New year's day,” “French Gayety,” “the Poor Man
,” “the Rich Man
,” “What fits a man to be a Voter ” —genial, fresh, and suggestive essays all. Her defence of the Irish character was very touching and just.
Her essay on George Sand was discriminating and courageous.
She dared to speak of her as one of the best exponents of the difficulties, the errors, the weaknesses, and regenerative powers of the present epoch.
‘Let no man,’ continued Miss Fuller
, ‘confound the bold unreserve of Sand with that of those who have lost the feeling of beauty and the love of good.
With a bleeding heart and bewildered feet she sought the Truth, and if she lost the way, returned as soon as convinced she had done so, but she would never hide the fact that she had lost it. “ What God knows I dare avow to man,” seems to be her motto.
It is impossible not to see in her, not only the distress and doubts of the intellect, but the temptations of a sensual nature; but we see, too, the courage of a hero, and a deep capacity for religion.
The mixed nature, too, fits her peculiarly to speak to men so diseased as men are at present.
They feel she knows their ailment, and, if she finds a cure, it will really be by a specific remedy.’
To give George Sand her due, ten years ago, required more courage in a reviewer than it would now to withhold it.
, in the knowledge of literature, was the most