accomplishments, made him a very brilliant man in society, and he counted among his friends the finest literati in Rome, London, and the United States.
He knew Thackeray as he knew Curtis and Lowell, and was once dining with him in a London chop-house, when Thackeray said: Have you read the last number of The Newcombs?-if not, I Thackeray said: Have you read the last number of The Newcombs?-if not, I will read it to you.
Accordingly he gave the waiter a shilling to obtain the document, and read it aloud to Cranch and a friend who was with him.
Both mentioned in Hawthorne's Notebook. Cranch could never understand this, for it was the last thing he would have done himself without an invitation; but he enjoyed the reading, an and Kobboltozo, ought not to be overlooked, for the illustrations in them are the only remains we have of his rare pencil drawings, as good, if not better, than Thackeray's drawings.
It is likely that the parents read these stories with more pleasure than their children; for they not only contain a deal of fine wit, but there i
eds to be a talkative person; one that either acts out his internal life, or indirectly exposes it. Hawthorne's best friends do not appear to have known what his real opinions were.
This perpetual reserve, this unwillingness to assimilate himself to others, may have been necessary for the perfection of his art.
The greater a writer or an artist, the more unique he is,--the more sharply defined from all other members of his class.
Hawthorne certainly did not resemble Scott, Dickens, or Thackeray, either in his life or his work.
He was perhaps more like Auerbach than any other writer of the nineteenth century, but still more like Goldsmith.
The Vicar of Wakefield and the House of the seven Gables are the two perfect romances in the English tongue; and the Deserted Village, though written in poetry, has very much the quality of Hawthorne's shorter sketches.
And tales much older than the ale went round is closely akin to Hawthorne's humor; yet there was little outward similarity