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It may be safely said of him that no author of fiction in the English language, except Scott, has held his own so well for half a century after death.
Indeed, the list of various editions and versions of his writings in the catalogues of German booksellers often exceeds that of Scott.
This is not in the slightest degree due to his personal qualities, for these made him unpopular, nor to personal manoeuvring, for this he disdained.
He was known to refuse to have his works even noticed in a newspaper for which he wrote, the “New York patriot.”
He never would have consented to review his own books, as both Scott and Irving did, or to write direct or indirect puffs of himself, as was done by Poe and Whitman.
He was foolishly sensitive to criticism, and unable to conceal it; he was easily provoked to a quarrel; he was dissatisfied with either praise or blame, and speaks evidently of himself in the words of the hero of “Miles Wallingford,” when he says: “In scarce a circumstance of my life that has brought me in the least under the cognizance of the public have I ever been judged justly.”
There is no doubt that he himself-or rather the temperament given him by nature — was to blame for this, but the fact is unquestionable.
Add to this that he was, in his way and in what was unfortunately the most obnoxious way, a
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