The Kanzas news., 1857-07-04
The KaIlzas News.
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Rough sketches of Foreign Literati
,JERRoLp.

Rough sketches of Foreign Literati.
JERRoLD.
Douglass Jerrold, well known contribn-
tor to Punch, and editor of various publiea.
tons, is man about fifty years of age, and
in person remarkably spare and diminutlye.
His face is sharp, angular, and his eyes OF
creyish hue. He is probably one OF the
most caustic writer's of the age, and with
keen sensibility, be often writes under the
impulse of the moment articles which hls
cooler judgement condemns. lie was for
merly Jour " printer, and it was while
working on a London journal that he first be-
came known to fame. A celebrated Ger
man opera was all the rage, and Jerrold on
hearing it one night, wrote criticism and
sent it to the editor of the journal on which
he worked. This production excited much
interest from the originality and power of
discrimination displayed therein, and many
enquiries where made fof the author. The
surprise of the editor may be imagined when
he presented himself and modestly announ-
ced that he was the person. Who has not
LAUGHED at Mrs Caudle's Curtain Lectures,
or felt tugging at his heart when reading
that terrible picture of England's plague
spot-her social wrongs and inequalities
St. Giles and st. James. Although belle
yer in hydropathy, his habits do not conform
to the internal application of Adams ale
In conversation he is witty and sarcastic /;
quick at retort-not always refined. He is a
husband and grandfather.
MAcAULY.
The Hon. T. B. Macauly is short in sta
ture, round, and with growing tendency
to aldermanic disproportiOns. His head has
the same retundity as his body, and seems
stuck on it as firmly as a pin head. This is
nearly the sum of his personal defects, all
else, except the voice, which is monotonous
and disagreeable, is certainly in his favor.
His face seems literally instinct with express
sion his eyes, above all, full of deep thought
and meaning. As he walks, or rather strug
gles along the street, he seems in state of
total abstraction to all that is going on around
him, and solely occupied with his own work
ing mind. You cannot help thinking that lite
rature with him is not mere profession or
pursuit, but that it has grown part of him
self, as though historical problems or analyti-
cal criticisms were part of his daily food.
Maeauly formerly occupied seat In the
House of Commons and made respectable
figure as debater. It is in literature that he
shines pre-eminent, his versatility being e.
qualed only by his power of vivid description
and glowing comparison. He has given to
History the charm of romance, without de-
tracing from its dignity, and his essays viii
always stand in the first rank for analytical
ability, literary acumen, and brilliancy of
diction
BAILEY.
A correspondent of the Tribune, writing
from Nottingham, England, says: &c I have
seen Bailey, the author of 90 Festus'' His
father is proprietor of the Nottingham Mer-
cury, and the editorial department rests with
him. He is thick set sort of man, of a
stature below the middle size, complexion
dark, and in years about eight-and- thirty
His physiognomy would be clownish in
expression, if his eyes did not redeem his
other features. He spoke of 90 Festus, -
and of its fame in America, of which he
seems very proud. In England it has only
reached Its third edition, whilst eight or
nine have been published in America. No
living poet has been more severely criticised
and few have warmer admirers. The glow
ing mysticism snd gorgeous ambiguity of
the language in which he clothes his ideas,
will prevent him from being as widely ap-
preeiated as his glorious genius deserves.
DE QUINCY.
He is one of the smallest legged, smallest
bodied, and most attenuated effigies of the
human divine that one can find In a crowd
ed city during days walk. And if one adds
tC this figure clothes that are neither fash
ionably cut or fastidiously adjusted, he
will have a tolerably rough idea of De Quin-
cy. But then his brow, that pushes his OBJ
trusive 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 mysteries of the most abtruse logic, are
something that you search a week to find the
mates to, and then you will be disappointed.
De Quincy is one of the English correspon-
dents of the n z Tribune He is the most
Profound essayist and critic of the present
day, and his prose flows over the page In a
Measure as stately as classic verse His
Confessions of an Opium Eater" Will
be treasured as one of the curiosities of liter
ature displaying as it does most vividly, a
singular phase of the human mind, Yery
Wild and weird in its details. He now re-
sides at Lasswade, romantic rural village,
once the residence of Sir Walter Scott, about
seven miles from Edinburg, where an affee-
Tomato daughter watches over him, and
where he is the wonder of the country people
ormiles around.
WILLIAM AND MARY HowITT.
In one Of the southern suburbs of London.
IS neat little cottage villa, which has very
ehueing air of comfort and snugness. En-
sE It and In small parlor whose walls
. ntt hung with few choice gems of art and
~Hica displays evidences of refined taste.
ma! be found eomely middle-aged couple,
~ aggsiy engaged in reading or writipo.-
Ihey look ike staid respectable peoule. and