GOLDSMITH  ,

OLIVER however, for this time-honoured version of the circumstances, it has of late years been discovered that as early as October 1762 Goldsmith had already sold a third of the Vicar to-one Benjamin Collins of Salisbury, a printer, by whom it was eventually printed for F . Newbery, and it is difficult to reconcile this fact with Johnson's narrative.) But before the Vicar of Wakefield appeared in 1766, came the great crisis of Goldsmith's literary life . In Christmas week 1764 he published a poem, entitled the Traveller . It was the first work to which he had put his name, and it at once raised him to the rank of a legitimate English classic . The opinion of the most skilful critics was that nothing finer had appeared in verse since the fourth book of the Dunciad . In one respect the Traveller differs from all Goldsmith's other writings . In general his designs were bad, and his execution good . In the Traveller the execution, though deserving of much praise, is far inferior to the design . No philosophical poem, ancient or modern, has a plan so noble, and at the same time so simple . An English wanderer, seated on a crag among the Alps, near the point where three great countries meet, looks down on the boundless prospect, reviews his long pilgrimage, recalls the varieties of scenery, of climate, of government, of religion, of national character, which he has observed, and comes to the conclusion, just or unjust, that our happiness depends little on political institutions, and much on the temper and regulation of our own minds . While the fourth edition of the Traveller was on the counters of the booksellers, the Vicar of Wakefield appeared, and rapidly obtained a popularity which has lasted down to our own time, and which is likely to last as long as our language . The fable is indeed one of the worst that ever was constructed .

It wants, not merely that

probability which ought to be found in a tale of common English life, but that consistency which ought to be found even in the wildest fiction about witches, giants and fairies . But the earlier chapters have all the sweetness of pastoral poetry, together with all the vivacity of comedy . Moses and his spectacles, the vicar and his monogamy, the sharper and his cosmogony, the squire proving from Aristotle that relatives are related, Olivia preparing herself for the arduous task of converting a rakish lover by studying the controversy between Robinson Crusoe and Friday, the great ladies with their scandal about Sir Tomkyn's amours and Dr Burdock's verses, and Mr Burchell with his " Fudge," have caused as much harmless mirth as has ever been caused by matter packed into so small a number of pages . The latter part of the tale is unworthy of the beginning . As we approach the catastrophe, the absurdities lie thicker and thicker, and the gleams of pleasantry become rarer and rarer . The success which had attended Goldsmith as a novelist emboldened him to try his fortune as a dramatist . He wrote the Good Natur'd Man, a piece which had a worse fate than it deserved . Garrick refused to produce it at Drury Lane . It was acted at Covent Garden in January 1768, but was coldly received . The author, however, cleared by his benefit nights, and by the sale of the copyright, no less than L500, five times as much as he had made by the Traveller and the Vicar of Wakefield together . The plot of the Good Natur'd Man is, like almost all Goldsmith's plots, very ill constructed . But some passages are exquisitely ludicrous,—much more ludicrous indeed than suited the taste of the town at that time .

A canting, mawkish

play, entitled False Delicacy, had just been produced, and sentimentality was all the mode . During some years more tears were shed at comedies than at tragedies; and a pleasantry which moved the audience to anything more than a grave smile was reprobated as low . It is not strange, therefore, that the very best scene in the Good Natur'd Man, that in which Miss Richland finds her lover attended by the bailiff and the bailiff's follower in full court dresses, should have been mercilessly hissed, and should have been omitted after the first night, not to be restored for several years . In May 1770 appeared the Deserted Village . In mere diction and versification this celebrated poem is fully equal, perhaps superior, to the Traveller; and it is generally preferred to the from Sea-coal Lane by a dizzy ladder of flagstones called Break-neck Steps . Green Arbour Court and the ascent have long diasppeared . Here, at thirty, the unlucky adventurer sat clown to toil like a galley slave . Already, in 1758, during his first bondage to letters, he had translated Marteilhe's remarkable Memoirs of a Protestant, Condemned to the Galleys of France for his Religion . In the years that now succeeded he sent to the press some things which have survived, and many which have perished . He produced articles for reviews, magazines and newspapers; children's books, which, bound in gilt paper and adorned with hideous woodcuts, appeared in the window of Newbery's once far-famed shop at the corner of Saint Paul's churchyard; An Inquiry into the State of Polite Learning in Europe, which, though of little or no value, is still reprinted among his works; a volume of essays entitled The Bee; a Life of Beau Nash; a superficial and incorrect, but very readable, History of England, in a series of letters purporting to be addressed by a nobleman to his son; and some very lively and amusing sketches of London Society in another series of letters purporting to be addressed by a Chinese traveller to his friends . All these works were anonymous; but some of them were well known to be Goldsmith's; and he gradually rose in the estimation of the booksellers for whom he drudged . He was, indeed, emphatically a popular writer .

For accurate

research or grave disquisition he was not well qualified by nature or by education . He knew nothing accurately; his reading had been desultory; nor had he meditated deeply on what he had read . He had seen much of the world; but he had noticed and retained little more of what he had seen than some grotesque incidents and characters which had happened to strike his fancy . But, though his mind was very scantily stored with materials, he used what materials he had in such a way as to produce a wonderful effect . There have been many greater writers; but perhaps no writer was ever more uniformly agree-able . His style was always pure and easy, and, on proper occasions, pointed and energetic . His narratives were always amusing, his descriptions always picturesque, his humour rich and joyous, yet not without an occasional tinge of amiable sadness . About everything that he wrote, serious or sportive, there was a certain natural grace and decorum, hardly to be expected from a man a great part of whose life had been passed among thieves and beggars, street-walkers and merryandrews, in those squalid dens which are the reproach of great capitals . As his name gradually became known, the circle of his acquaintance widened . He was introduced to Johnson, who was then considered as the first of living English writers; to Reynolds, the first of English painters; and to Burke, who had not yet entered parliament, but had distinguished himself greatly by his writings and by the eloquence of his conversation . With these eminent men Goldsmith became intimate . In 1763 he was one of the nine original members of that celebrated fraternity which has sometimes been called the Literary Club, but which has always disclaimed that epithet, and still glories in the simple name of the Club .

By this date Goldsmith had quitted his miserable dwelling at the

top of Breakneck Steps, and, after living for some time at No . 6 Wine Office Court, Fleet Street, had moved into the Temple . But he was still often reduced to pitiable shifts, the most popular of which is connected with the sale of his solitary novel, the Vicar of Wakefield . Towards the close of 1764(?) his rent is alleged to have been so long in arrear that his landlady one morning called in the help of a sheriff's officer . The debtor, in great perplexity, despatched a messenger to Johnson; and Johnson, always friendly, though often surly, sent back the messenger with a guinea, and promised to follow speedily.,, He came, and found that Goldsmith had changed the guinea, and was railing at the landlady over a bottle of Madeira . Johnson put the cork into the bottle, and entreated his friend to consider calmly how money was to be procured . Goldsmith said that he had a novel ready for the press . Johnson glanced at the manuscript. saw that there were good things in it,took it to a bookseller, sold it for £6o and soon returned with the money . The rent was paid; and the sheriff's officer withdrew . (Unfortunately, Traveller by that large class of readers who think, with Bayes Patagonians, monkeys that preach sermons, nightingales that repeat long conversations . " If he can tell a horse from a cow," said Johnson, " that is the extent of his knowledge of zoology." How little Goldsmith was qualified to write about the physical sciences is sufficiently proved by two anecdotes . He on one occasion denied that the sun is longer in the northern than in the southern signs .

It was vain to cite the authority of

Maupertuis . " Maupertuis!" he cried, " I understand those matters better than Maupertuis." On another occasion he, in defiance of the evidence of his own senses, maintained obstinately, and even angrily, that he chewed his dinner by moving his upper jaw . Yet, ignorant as Goldsmith was, few writers have done more to make the first steps in the laborious road to knowledge easy and pleasant . His compilations are widely distinguished from the compilations of ordinary bookmakers . He was a great, perhaps an unequalled, master of the arts of selection and condensation . In these respects his histories of Rome and of England, and still more his own abridgments of these histories, well deserved to be studied . In general nothing is less attractive than an epitome; but the epitomes of Goldsmith, even when most concise, are always amusing; and to read them is considered by intelligent children not as a task but as a pleasure . Goldsmith might now be considered as a prosperous man . He had the means of living in comfort, and even in what to one who had so often slept in barns and on bulks must have been luxury . His fame was great and was constantly rising . He lived in what was intellectually far the best society of the kingdom, in a society in which no talent or accomplishment was wanting, and in which the art of conversation was cultivated with splendid success . There probably were never four talkers more admirable in four different ways than Johnson, Burke, Beauclerk and Garrick; and Goldsmith was on terms of intimacy with all the four .

He aspired to

share in their colloquial renown, but never was ambition more unfortunate . It may seem strange that a man who wrote with so much perspicuity, vivacity and grace should have been, whenever he took a part in conversation, an empty, noisy, blundering rattle . But on this point the evidence is overwhelming . So extraordinary was the contrast between Goldsmith's published works and the silly things which he said, that Horace Walpole described him as an inspired idiot . " Noll," said Garrick, " wrote like an angel, and talked like poor Poll." Chamier declared that it was a hard exercise of faith to believe that so foolish a chatterer could have really written the Traveller . Even Boswell could say, with contemptuous compassion, that he liked very well to hear honest Goldsmith run on . " Yes, sir," said Johnson, " but he should not like to hear him-self." Minds differ as rivers differ . There are transparent and sparkling rivers from which it is delightful to drink as they flow; to such rivers the minds of such men as Burke and Johnson may be. compared . But there are rivers of which the water when first drawn is turbid and noisome, but becomes pellucid as crystal and delicious to the taste, if it be suffered to stand till it has deposited a sediment; and such a river is a type of the mind of Goldsmith . His first thoughts on every subject were confused even to absurdity, but they required only a little time to work themselves clear . When he wrote they had that time, and therefore his readers pronounced him a man of genius; but when he talked he talked nonsense and made himself the laughing-stock of his hearers . He was painfully sensible of his inferiority in conversation; he felt every failure keenly; yet he had not sufficient judgment and self-command to hold his tongue .

His

animal spirits and vanity were always impelling him to try to do the one thing which he could not do . After every attempt he felt that he had exposed himself, and writhed with shame and vexation; yet the next moment he began again . His associates seem to have regarded him with kindness, which, in spite of their admiration of his writings, was not unmixed with contempt . In truth; . there was in his character much to love, but very little to respect . His heart was soft even to weakness: in the Rehearsal, that the only use of a plot is to bring in fine things . More discerning judges, however, while they admire the beauty of the details, are shocked by one unpardonable fault which pervades the whole . The fault which we mean is not that theory about wealth and luxury which has so often been censured by political economists . The theory is indeed false; but the poem, considered merely as a poem, is not necessarily the worse on that account . The finest poem in the Latin language--indeed, the finest didactic poem in any language—was written in defence of the silliest and meanest of all systems of natural and moral philosophy . A poet may easily be pardoned for reasoning ill; but he cannot be pardoned for describing ill, for observing the world in which he lives so carelessly that his portraits bear no resemblance to the originals, for exhibiting as copies from real life monstrous combinations of things which never were and never could be found together . What would be thought of a painter who should mix August and January in one landscape, who should introduce a frozen river into a harvest scene ? Would it be a sufficient defence of such a picture to say that every part was exquisitely coloured, that the green hedges, the apple-trees loaded with fruit, the waggons reeling under the yellow sheaves, and the sun-burned reapers wiping their fore-heads were very fine, and that the ice and the boys sliding were also very fine ?

To such a picture the Descried Village bears a great resemblance . It is made up of incongruous parts . The village in its happy days is a true English village . The village in its decay is an Irish village . The felicity and the misery which Goldsmith has brought close together belong to two different countries and to two different stages in the progress of society . He had assuredly never seen in his native

island such a rural paradise, such a seat of plenty, content and tranquillity, as his Auburn . He had assuredly never seen in England all the inhabitants of such a paradise turned out of their homes in one day and forced' to emigrate in a body to America . The hamlet he had probably seen in Kent; the ejectment he had probably seen in Munster; but by joining the two, he has produced something which never was and never will be seen in any part of the world . In 1773 Goldsmith tried his chance at Covent Garden with a second play, She Stoops to Conquer . The manager was, not without great difficulty, induced to bring this piece out . The sentimental comedy still reigned, and Goldsmith's comedies were not sentimental . The Good Natur'd Man had been too funny to succeed; yet the mirth of the Good Natur'd Man was sober when compared with the rich drollery of She Stoops to Conquer, which is, in truth, an incomparable farce in five acts .

On this occasion, however, genius triumphed .

Pit, boxes and galleries were in a constant roar of laughter . If any bigoted admirer of Kelly and Cumberland ventured to hiss or groan, he was speedily silenced by a general cry of " turn him out," or " throw him over." Later generations have confirmed the verdict which was pronounced on that night . While Goldsmith was writing the Deserted Village and She Stoops to Conquer, he was employed on works of a very different kind—works from which he derived little reputation but much profit . He compiled for the use of schools a History of Rome, by which he made £25o; a History of England, by which he made Soo; a History of Greece, for which he received 250; a Natural History, for which the booksellers covenanted to pay him Soo guineas . These works he produced without any elaborate research, by merely selecting, abridging and translating into his own clear, pure and flowing language, what he found in books well known to the world, but too bulky or too dry for boys and girls . He committed some strange blunders, for he knew nothing with accuracy . Thus, in his History of England, he tells us that Naseby is in Yorkshire; nor did he correct this mistake when the book was reprinted . He was very nearly hoaxed into putting into the History of Greece an account of a battle between Alexander the Great and Montezuma . In his Animated Nature he relates, with faith and with perfect gravity, all the most absurd lies which he could find in books of travels about gigantic he was so generous that he quite forgot to be just; he forgave injuries so readily that he might be said to invite them, and was so liberal to beggars that he had nothing left for his tailor and his butcher . He was vain, sensual, frivolous, profuse, improvident . One vice of a darker shade was imputed to him, envy .

But there is not the least

reason to believe that this bad passion, though it sometimes made him wince and utter fretful exclamations, ever impelled him to injure by wicked arts the reputation of any of his rivals . The truth probably is that he was not more envious, but merely less prudent, than his neighbours . His heart was on his lips . All those small jealousies, which are but too common among men of letters, but which a man of letters who is also a man of the world does his best to conceal, Goldsmith avowed with the simplicity of a child .. When he was envious, instead of affecting indifference, instead of damning with faint praise, instead of doing injuries slyly and in the dark, he told everybody that he was envious . " Do not, pray, do not, talk of Johnson in such terms," he said to Boswell; " you harrow up my very soul." George Steevens and Cumberland were men far too cunning to say such a thing . They would have echoed the praises of the man whom they envied, and then have sent to the newspapers anonymous libels upon him . Both what was good and what was bad in Goldsmith's character was to his associates a perfect security that he would "never commit such villainy . He was neither ill-natured enough, nor long-headed enough, to be guilty of any malicious act which required contrivance and disguise . Goldsmith has sometimes been represented as a man of genius, cruelly treated by the world, and doomed to struggle with difficulties, which at last broke his heart . But no representation can be more remote from the truth . He did, indeed, go through much sharp misery before he had done anything considerable in literature .

But after his name had appeared on the

title-page of the Traveller, he had none but himself to blame for his distresses . His average income; during the last seven years of his life, certainly exceeded £400 a year, and £400 a year ranked, among the incomes of that day, at least as high as £800 a year would rank at present . A single man living in the Temple, with £400 a year, might then be called opulent . Not one in ten of the young gentlemen of good families who were studying the law there had so much . But all the wealth which Lord Clive had brought from Bengal and Sir Lawrence Dundas from Germany, joined together, would not have sufficed for Goldsmith . He spent twice as much as he had . He wore fine clothes, gave dinners of several courses, paid court to venal beauties . He had also, it should be remembered, to the honour of his heart, though not of his head, a guinea, or five, or ten, according to the state of his purse, ready for any tale of distress, true or false . But it was not in dress or feasting, in promiscuous amours or promiscuous charities, that his chief expense lay . He had been from boyhood a gambler, and at once the most sanguine and the most unskilful of gamblers . For a time he put off the day of inevitable ruin by temporary expedients . He obtained advances from booksellers by promising to execute works which he never began .

But at length this source of

supply failed . He owed more than £2000; and he saw no hope of extrication from his embarrassments . His spirits and health gave way . He was attacked by a nervous fever, which he thought himself competent to treat . It would have been happy for him if his medical skill had been appreciated as justly by himself as by others . Notwithstanding the degree which he pretended to have received on the continent, he could procure no patients . " I do not practise," he once said; " I make it a rule to prescribe only for my friends." " Pray, dear Doctor," said Beauclerk, " alter your rule; and prescribe only for your enemies." Goldsmith, now, in spite of this excellent advice, prescribed for himself . The remedy aggravated the malady . The sick man was induced to call in real physicians; and they at one time imagined that they had cured the disease . Still his weakness and restlessness continued . He could get no sleep . He could take no food .

" You are worse," said one of his medical attendants, " than you should be from the degree of fever which you have . Is your mind at ease?" "No; it isnot," were the last recorded words of Oliver Goldsmith . He died on the 4th of

April 1774, in his forty-sixth year . He was laid in the churchyard of the Temple; but the spot was not marked by any inscription and is now forgotten . The coffin was followed by Burke and Reynolds . Both these great men were sincere mourners . Burke, when he heard of Goldsmith's death, had burst into a flood of tears . Reynolds had been so much moved by the news that he had flung aside his brush and palette for the day . A short time after Goldsmith's death, a little poem appeared, which will, as long as our language lasts, associate the names of his two illustrious friends with his own . It has already been mentioned that he sometimes felt keenly the sarcasm which his wild blundering talk brought upon him . He was, not long before his last illness, provoked into retaliating . He wisely betook himself to his pen; and at that weapon he proved himself a match for all his assailants together .

Within a small

compass he drew with a singularly easy and vigorous pencil the characters of nine or ten of his intimate associates . Though this little work did not receive his last touches, it must always be regarded as a masterpiece . It is impossible, however, not to wish that four or five likenesses which have no interest for posterity were wanting to that noble gallery, and that their places were supplied by sketches of Johnson and Gibbon, as happy and vivid as the sketches of Burke and Garrick . Some of Goldsmith's friends and admirers honoured him with a cenotaph in Westminster Abbey . Nollekens was the sculptor, and Johnson wrote the inscription . It is much to be lamented that Johnson did not leave to posterity a more durable and a more valuable memorial of his friend . A life of Goldsmith would have been an inestimable addition to the Lives of the Poets . No man appreciated Goldsmith's writings more justly than Johnson; no man was better acquainted with Goldsmith's character and habits; and no man was more competent to delineate with truth and spirit the peculiarities of a mind in which great powers were found in company with great weaknesses . But the list of poets to whose works Johnson was requested by the booksellers to furnish prefaces ended with Lyttelton, who died in 1773 . The line seems to have been drawn expressly for the purpose of excluding the person whose portrait would have most fitly closed the series . Goldsmith, however, has been fortunate in his biographers . (M.) Goldsmith's life has been written by Prior (1837), by Washington Irving (1844-1849), and by John Forster (1848, 2nd ed .

1854) . The

diligence of Prior deserves great praise; the style of Washington Irving is always pleasing; but the highest place must, in justice, be assigned to the eminently interesting work of Forster . Subsequent biographies are by William Black (1878), and Austin Dobson (1888, American ed . 1899) . The above article by Lord Macaulay has been slightly revised for this edition by Mr Austin Dobson, as regards questions of fact for which there has been new evidence .