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Identifier: DX01001993

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 2, page 64, March 13-14, 1851

Description: Comments on a novel, Ten Thousand a Year.


who is possessed of all vulgar virtues, while Aristocracy is shewn as utterly base. Both errors, and much less excuse for the former, as a scholar and gentleman should know better. And Mr Samuel Warren you’re a Snob too, as well as you’re here, or you wouldn’t read so in dubbing Aubrey “Lord Drelincourt.” You repeat the title to a fearful extent; only in one place allowing him to condescend to assure good old Doctor Tatham “that to him he shall ever be Charles Aubrey!” The fashion of giving names suggestive of natures is, I think, an unwise one, as it defeats its purpose. Gammom would be a much more respectable rascal without so vulgar a title. The description of his suicide is the very best bit in the book. There, — it may go, but what, oh what is Such a book as compared with David Copperfield?

14. Friday. Preparation for Hobokenizing during the morning. Witnessing a “sitting” of little Mrs Dob [Elizabeth Dobson] for her portrait, ([word crossed out] chaffing her meanwhile, of Tilton, of Cross, of [William] Barth and other suppository admirers, greatly to her delectation. After dinner crossed the river, Mr [Haydon] Hall the Elder accompanying us. Parting with him we jog on to the old spot. Arrived, the envious rack of clouds hide the sun’s disc for the remainder of the day, rendering the atmosphere chilly. Ascent to the Cranlech, and above it, and set about another sketch. Alf Waud setting light to the dead leaves and brushwood on the summit of the rocks, a proceeding provocative of unlimited canine howlings from the shanties below, and anon of the advent of two Dutchmen their owners, who ascend, and inform us “we’ve got to clear out.” We chaff ‘em, they say there’s law in Jersey, — we tell ‘em it would be a dismal place if there were not; — one says the rocks are his” — we inquire whether the atmosphere adjacent is included in the little deeds. Finally they quit, and we draw on unmolested, till cold hands no longer guide pencils freely. Then we strike into the thickets on the summit, and in a hollow make a fire of dead cedars and have a most lux-

Rights: NoC-US


Dates: 1851-03-13

Type(s): Diary

Maker/Creator: Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903

Subjects: Books and reading


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