[Dynamicpower-devel] voyage never to be forgot

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O be weighed to be truly valued. Up to this time, there has never been published in England a single essay on the life or the genius of De Quincey that indicated even a good acquaintance, on the part of the writer, with that
author's works; and in such a case, of course, not much could be looked for in the way of just
interpretation. Gilfillan did him gross injustice: indeed, from what he condescended to say of the man, it would be difficult to conjecture that a greater than Gilfillan was there.
And, will the reader

believe it? in Professor Craik's "English Literature"--a work of
great excellence--the name of De Quincey is not mentioned! "Sam Johnson," says Craik, "was

the last king that sat upon the throne of English prose literature." Let it be that Sam was a proper king; yet it is just as true that De Quincey was legitimately his successor. First, in the matter of time: Sam died in 1784, and De Quincey was born in 1785, just in time to continue the regal line. What was it, again, that entitled Johnson to kingly

honors? Was it learning? De Quincey was
as erudite. Was
it his style? There is no writer in the language who in that matter may look down on De Quincey. If there ever was a writer "damned with faint praise," it was De Quincey. Some stupid writer for the London "Athenaeum," for instance, dared to compliment the poor "opium-chewer" after the following style:--"He possessed taste, but _he lacked creative energy_;

and his subtle and highly refined intellect
was ingenious and acute rather than powerful." This reminds me of a criticism once passed upon Shakspeare by a mere pedagogue, to the effect that the great poet had considerable genius, but very little taste!]
Else I should plunge _in medias res_ upon a sketch
of De Quincey's life; were it not a rudeness amounting to downright
profanity to omit the important ceremony of prelibation, and that at a banquet to which, implicitly, gods are invited. The reader will assuredly unite with me in all such courtesies,-- "Neu desint epulis rosae"; particularly as the shade we deal with can be evoked only by peculiar incantations,--only the heralding of certain pre