A contemporaneous posterity
there is an American novel, now pretty effectually forgotten, which yet had the rare honor of contributing one permanent phrase to English literature.
I remember well the surprise produced, in my boyhood, by the appearance of ‘Stanley
; or, The Recollections of a Man of the World.’
It was so crammed with miscellaneous literary allusion and criticism, after the fashion of those days, that it was attributed by some critics to Edward Everett
, then the standing representative of omniscience in our Eastern States.
This literary material was strung loosely upon a plot wild and improbable enough for Brockden Brown
, and yet vivid enough to retain a certain charm, for me at least, even until this day. It was this plot, perhaps, which led the late James T. Fields
to maintain that Maturin
was the author of the novel in question; but it is now known to have been the production of Horace Binney Wallace