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[Matthew Maty], review of Peregrine Pickle
Lady Henrietta Luxborough, letters
27 May 1751 and 25 August 1751
From two letters to William Shenstone, Letters Written by the Late Right
Honourable Lady Luxborough to William Shenstone, Esq., 1775, pp. 265–6 and
Lady Luxborough was sister to Henry St John, Viscount Bolingbroke
(1678–1751), statesman, political theorist, and addressee of Pope’s Essay
Peregrine Pickle I do not admire: it is by the author of Roderick Random, who is a
lawyer: but the thing which makes the book sell, is the History of Lady V——, which
is introduced (in the last volume, I think) much to her Ladyship’s dishonour; but
published by her own order, from her own Memoirs, given to the author for that
purpose; and by the approbation of her own hand. What was ever equal to this fact? and
how can one account for it?
As to Peregrine Pickle, I hired it—and that merely for the sake of reading one of the
volumes, wherein are inserted the Memoirs of Lady V——; which, as I was well
acquainted with her, gave me curiosity. The rest of the book is, I think, ill wrote, and
Anonymous verses on Lady Vane
From The Ladies’ Magazine, June 1751.
To Lady Vane (Handed to her on her Leaving Bath)
As in your person without Fault,
So should your Conduct be;
For what avails a beauteous Form,
When stampt with Infamy.
If you’d not give up worldly Ease
For Titles, Wealth, and Fame:
Nor forfeit every Hope of Heav’n
To gain Contempt of Shame.
Hate Vice; let Virtue be your Guide,
For all her Paths are Peace;
And nobly toil to make your Mind
As beauteous as your Face.
Elizabeth Montague on Peregrine Pickle
From Elizabeth Montagu The Queen of the Blue Stockings, ed. Emily
J.Climenson, 2 vols, 1906, vol. II, p. 2. From a letter to her sister, Sarah
Scott, early in 1752.
I recommend to your perusal The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle. Lady Vane’s story is well
[Henry Fielding] in The Covent-Garden Journal
No. 2, 7January 1752
Henry Fielding wrote this piece under the pseudonym Sir Alexander
Drawcansir. This extract is from the section entitled The JOURNAL of the
present WAR. Dated January 6, from the Head Quarters. This is Fielding’s
comic dismissal of Smollett in his account of the paper war of 1751–2.
From The Covent-Garden Journal, ed. G.E.Jensen, New Haven, vol. I,
Having taken all Precautions, and given all the necessary Orders, on the 4th Instant, at
Break of Day, we marched into Covent-Garden, and fixed our Head Quarters at the
Universal Register Office opposite unto Cecil-Street in the Strand.
A little before our March, however, we sent a large Body of Forces, under the
Command of General A.Millar, to take Possession of the most eminent PrintingHouses. The great Part of these were garrisoned by Detachments from the Regiment of
Grub-Street, who all retired at the Approach of our Forces. A small Body, indeed,
under the Command of one Peeragrin Puckle, made a slight Show of Resistence; but
his Hopes were soon found to be in Vain; and, at the first Report of the Approach of a
younger Brother of General Thomas Jones, his whole Body immediately disappeared,
and totally overthrew some of their own Friends, who were marching to their
Assistance, under the Command of one Rodorick Random. This Rodorick, in a former
Skirmish with the People called Critics, had owed some slight Success more to the
Weakness of the Critics, than to any Merit of his own.
[Tobias Smollett], Habbakkuk Hilding’s Faithful
15 January 1752
From A Faithful Narrative of the Base and inhuman ARTS That were lately
practised upon the BRAIN OF HABBAKKUK HILDING, etc., by Drawcansir
Alexander, 1752. Smollett, under this pseudonym, the inverse of
Fielding’s in The Covent-Garden Journal (see No. 24) contributes to the
paper war. In this extract (from pp. 18–24) a troop of Fielding’s fictional
characters encounter some of Smollett’s in a war of words.
Accordingly they proceeded down Catherine-street to the Strand, in a most tumultuous
Manner, bellowing Defiance to all who should presume to oppose them; their
Commander leading the Van upon Assback, and his Brother bringing up the Rear, under
the Guidance of one who called himself Jones, and pretended to be a Gentleman; though
he was in reality no other than a Player’s Bastard, and had been formerly transported
under another Name——. His Right-Hand Man was one Partridge, a notorious Felon
and Imposter; and on his Left stalked a strange uncouth Figure with a long Beard, whom
the said Jones stiled the Philosopher of the Hill; but, he afterwards proved to be a Sheepstealer in Disguise—as for Amelia and her beloved Booth, they marched Hand in Hand
immediately behind the General; the Wife brandishing a Broomstick, and the Husband
weilding a Distaff, with a Glyster-pipe fixed to his Button-Holes—. He suffered a great
many furious Looks from a termagant Oyster-Wench called Matthews, who walked at a
little Distance from this fond Couple, and frequently flourished her Knife at them, with
all the Marks of Jealousy and Despair.
In this Manner they continued their March without Opposition, to the Terror of his
Majesty’s peaceable Subjects; and made an Halt on the Banks of the Kennel that waters
the New Church in the Strand—here they stopped with a View to send off Detachments
to different Quarters of the Town, when all of a sudden the above-mentioned Matthews,
seeing a decent Gentlewoman crossing the Street, ran up to Habbakkuk with violent
Emotion, crying, ‘D—n my Eyes! Justice, now is the Time to stand by me, for there’s
the B—ch Miss Williams, Waiting-Maid to Madam Random, coming for a Warrant to
have me nabbed for nimming her Gown and Capuchin.’ —At the same Instant,
Partridge having descried a Journeyman Barber, with a remarkably long Chin, passing by
Somerset-House in Conversation with another Man, roared out with uncommon