Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1854-10-19
PERSONALITIES OF LITERATI.

JERRoLD.-Douglas Jerrold, known
contributor to Punch and editor Of va
rious publications, is man of about so
years Of age, and in person is remara-
bly, spare and diminutive. His face is
sharp and angular, and his eyes are of
a greyish hue. He is probably one of
the most caustic writers of the age,
and with keen sensibility he often writes
under the impulse of the moment, arti-
cles which his cooler judgment con-
dems. Although believer in hydro
pathy, his habits do not conform to
the internal application of Adams ale.
His Caudle lectures have been read by
every one. In conversation he is quick
at retort-not always refined. He is a
husband and grandfather.
MAcAULEY.-The Hon. T. B. Ma
cauley is short IN stature, round and
with a growing tendency to aldermanic
disproportions. His head has the same
rotundity as his body, and seems stuck
on it as firmly as pin-head. This is
nearly the sum of his personal defects;
all else, except the voice (which is mon
otonous and disagreable, is certainly
in his favor. His face seems literally
instinct with expressions, the eye, above
all. full of deep thought and meaning.
As he walks, or rather struggles along
the street, he seems as if in state Of
total abstraction, unmindful of all that
is going on around him, and solely oc-
cupied with his own working mind
You cannot help thinking that litera-
ture with him is not mere profession or
pursuit, but that it has almost grown a
part of himself, as though historical
problems or analytical criticisms were a
part Of his daily and regular intellectual
food.
BA1LEY.-A correspondent of the
Tribune, writing from Nottingham,
England, says:
al have seen Bailey, author of 'Fes-
tus.' His father is proprietor of the
Nottingham Mercury, and the editorial
department rests with him. He is a
thick set sort of man; complexion
dark; and in years about thirty and
eight. His physiognomy would be
clownish in his expression, if his eyes
did not redeem his features. He spoke
of 'Festus, and of its fame in America,
of which he seemed very proud. In
England, it has only reached its third
edition, of which eight or nine have
been published in the States"
De QUIEcEY.-He is one of the
smallest legged, smallest and most at
tenuated efigies of the human divine,
that one could meet in a crowded city
during days walk. And if one add
to this figure clothes that are neither
fashionably cut nor fastidiously adius-
ted, he will have tolerably rough idea
of De Quincey's outer man. But then
his brow, that pushes his obtrusive hat
to the back part of his head, and his
light grey eyes that do not seem to look
out, but to be turned inward sounding
the depths Of his imagination, and
searching out the mystery Of the most
obstuce logic. are something that you
would search week to find the mates
to, and then you would be disappointed.
De Quincy now resides at Lassdale,
romantic rural village, once the resi-
dence of Sir Walter Scott, about seven
miles from Edinburg. Scotland, where
an ahectionate daughter watches over
him, and where he is the wonder of the
country people for miles around.
LAMARTISE.-Lamartine is,-yes
young ladies. positively prime-look-
ing man, with long face. short gray
hair, a slender figure, and a suit Of
black! Put pen behind his ear and he
would look like confidential clerk. -
Give his face more character and he
would remind you of Henry Clay. He
has fine head, phrenologically speak
and round at the top, with
q spacious forehead and scant allot-
ment of cheek. Prime is the word
though. There is nothing in his ap-
pearance which is ever SO remotely sug-
gestive of the romantic. He is not
even pale, and as for rolling shirt-col-
lar or Byronic tie he Is evidently not
the man to think of such things. Ro-
nance, in fact, is the article he lives BY,
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