The Hawaiian gazette., 1872-11-13
Writers and their Hauuts.

The writer of the " Piccadly papers" in Lon
don Society discoursing of Literary Nooks .
says We like to think of our writers of pleas
ant fiction writing under pleasant circumstances.
So Dickens wrote in bis Swiss chalet, and Lord
Lytton in the summer house on the margin Of
his lake. We can very well imagine how Thack-
eray's notes were made, if not written in lodg-
ings in cabs, in boarding houses, in his bed room
after heavy dinner parties, in the writing rooms
of clubs, and so on. The late, Mr.. Lever, whose
loss we all sincerely deplore, left the track of his
travels on all of his writings. As an Irish Sur
geon he gave rollicking Irish stories, and when
he went abroad be took his readers abroad with
him. His political friends sent him to Spezza
and Trieste, much as Shiei was sent TO Florence,
or Mr.. Hannay to Barcelona Then he gave US
the scenery of Northern Italy and of the shores
of the Adriatic. So, too, Mr.. Trollope utilized
all his travels for the post-ofice in that long Sc
ries of stories which, on the whole have quite
cosmopolitan character. Poor Lever was moving
about London only few months ago as blithe
and fresh looking as ever, though we now know
that for him health and happiness were both gone.
He had lost his WIFE and his doctors had told
him that he was hopeessly diseased. From first
to last how boysh was his nature And what q
patriotic nature was his from first to last trying
to make Ireland understood, and to render her
such service as a novelist might render
The public doubtless take a great interest in
NJ, A f-ionl lof
ing at a country inn where the great man was al
so putting up. As my friend reclined in an ar
Dor, he was more surprised than gratifed by OBJ
serving that various surreptitious peeps were tax
en- of him by the people of thepace, and cOmpli-
ments were freely passed on his magnificent
brow, his intellectual eyes and his wildly poetic
hair. My friend was doubtless gratlfed that his
personal qualifications were so literally recog-
nized, but the feeling must have been modified
on learning that such compliments were not in
tended for him but for the Laureate have fre-
quenty made tracks" by accident upon Mr..
Tennyson in pretty scenery, and l find that he
always likes retiredness. And he must find it
hard to get. He was driven by the tourists from
his pretty house near Freshwater and remOrse-
fully recollect that, when had the 1ennysonian
fever in my youth, l persuaded the gardener to
give US some of his flowers, but at the same time
be was far away in Portugal. And the public
follow him to his new home, which will not in
dicate.
The little Norman Isle of Jersey has memories,
strangely parallel memories, after the lapse of
two centuries Here came Edward Hide, Lord
Chancellor, Chancellor of England, Chancellor
of Human Nature, in want, neglect and | am
afraid some natural bad temper that perverted his
political views, to write his History of the |
Great Rebellion" ! have examined his manu-
scripts at the BodIian, written in beautiful |
Italian hand, and so closely that one page of
would include many of Mr.. Combe's |
type. Two centuries later-and yet those days |
to me always seem so near.
Victor Hugo came here literary exile and |
playing a narrower part in politics and larger |
one over the imagination. Victor Hugo has a
natural affinity of the wisest kind for human ma
ture, especially Gallo nature. Clarendon affects
only its loftier types. He is picturesque, he is
even Dantesque Straford wears hislmperial as
pect, Falkland his melancholy smile. We see the
frown on the corrugated brow of the Protector,
and the laughter on the harsh lineaments of the
younger Charles.