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  〃  None of the later volumes; though highly  prized as battle narratives; quite came up to these。  The political  and military conclusions drawn provoked no small bitterness; his  cousin; Mrs。 Serjeant Kinglake; used to say that she met sometimes  with almost affronting coldness in society at the time; under the  impression that she was A。 W。 Kinglake's wife。  Russians were;  perhaps unfairly; dissatisfied。  Todleben; who knew and loved  Kinglake well; pronounced the book a charming romance; not a  history of the war。  Individuals were aggrieved by its notice of  themselves or of their regiments; statesmen chafed under the  scientific analysis of their characters; or at the publication of  official letters which they had intended but not required to be  looked upon as confidential; and which the recipients had in all  innocence communicated to the historian。  Palmerstonians; accepting  with their chief the Man of December; were furious at the exposure  of his basenesses。  Lucas in 〃The Times〃 pronounced the work  perverse and mischievous; the 〃Westminster Review〃 branded it as  reactionary。  〃The Quarterly;〃 in an article ascribed to A。 H。  Layard; condemned its style as laboured and artificial; as palling  from the sustained pomp and glitter of the language; as wearisome  from the constant strain after minute dissection; declaring it  further to be 〃in every sense of the word a mischievous book。〃   〃Blackwood;〃 less unfriendly; surrendered itself to the beauty of  the writing; 〃satire so studied; so polished; so remorseless; and  withal so diabolically entertaining; that we know not where in  modern literature to seek such another philippic。〃
  Reeve; editor of the 〃Edinburgh;〃 wished Lord Clarendon to attack  the book; he refused; but offered help; and the resulting article  was due to the collaboration of the pair。  It caused a prolonged  coolness between Reeve and Kinglake; who at last ended the quarrel  by a characteristic letter: 〃I observed yesterday that my malice;  founded perhaps upon a couple of words; and now of three years'  duration; had not engendered corresponding anger in you; and if my  impression was a right one; I trust we may meet for the future on  our old terms。〃
  On the other hand; the 〃Saturday Review;〃 then at the height of its  repute and influence; vindicated in a powerful article Kinglake's  truth and fairness; and a pamphlet by Hayward; called 〃Mr。 Kinglake  and the Quarterlies;〃 amused society by its furious onslaught upon  the hostile periodicals; laid bare their animus; and exposed their  misstatements。  〃If you rise in this tone;〃 he began; in words of  Lord Ellenborough when Attorney…General; 〃I can speak as loudly and  emphatically: I shall prosecute the case with all the liberality of  a gentleman; but no tone or manner shall put me down。〃  And the  dissentient voices were drowned in the general chorus of  admiration。  German eulogy was extravagant; French Republicanism  was overjoyed; Englishmen; at home and abroad; read eagerly for the  first time in close and vivid sequence events which; when spread  over thirty months of daily newspapers; few had the patience to  follow; none the qualifications to condense。  Macaulay tells us  that soon after the appearance of his own first volumes; a Mr。  Crump from America offered him five hundred dollars if he would  introduce the name of Crump into his history。  An English gentleman  and lady; from one of our most distant colonies; wrote to Kinglake  a jointly signed pathetic letter; intreating him to cite in his  pages the name of their only son; who had fallen in the Crimea。  He  at once consented; and asked for particulars … manner; time; place  … of the young man's death。  The parents replied that they need not  trouble him with details; these should be left to the historian's  kind inventiveness: whatever he might please to say in  embellishment of their young hero's end they would gratefully  accept。
  Unlike most authors; from Moliere down to Dickens; he never read  aloud to friends any portion of the unpublished manuscript; never;  except to closest intimates; spoke of the book; or tolerated  inquiry about it from others。  When asked as to the progress of a  volume he had in hand; he used to say; 〃That is really a matter on  which it is quite out of my power even to inform myself〃; and I  remember how once at a well…selected dinner…party in the country;  whither he came in good spirits and inclined to talk his best; a  second…hand criticism on his book by a conceited parson; the  official and incongruous element in the group; stiffened him into  persistent silence。  All England laughed; when Blackwood's  〃Memoirs〃 saw the light; over his polite repulse of the kindly  officious publisher; who wished; after his fashion; to criticise  and finger and suggest。  〃I am almost alarmed; as it were; at the  notion of receiving suggestions。  I feel that hints from you might  be so valuable and so important; it might be madness to ask you  beforehand to abstain from giving me any; but I am anxious for you  to know what the dangers in the way of long delay might be; the  result of even a few slight and possibly most useful suggestions。 。  。 。 You will perhaps (after what I have said) think it best not to  set my mind running in a new path; lest I should take to re… writing。〃  Note; by the way; the slovenliness of this epistle; as  coming from so great a master of style; that defect characterizes  all his correspondence。  He wrote for the Press 〃with all his  singing robes about him〃; his letters were unrevised and brief。   Mrs。 Simpson; in her pleasant 〃Memories;〃 ascribes to him the  ELOQUENCE DU BILLET in a supreme degree。  I must confess that of  more than five hundred letters from his pen which I have seen only  six cover more than a single sheet of note…paper; all are alike  careless and unstudied in style; though often in matter  characteristic and informing。  〃I am not by nature;〃 he would say;  〃a letter…writer; and habitually think of the uncertainty as to who  may be the reader of anything that I write。  It is my fate; as a  writer of history; to have before me letters never intended for my  eyes; and this has aggravated my foible; and makes me a wretched  correspondent。  I should like very much to write letters gracefully  and easily; but I can't; because it is contrary to my nature。〃  〃I  have got;〃 he writes so early as 1873; 〃to shrink from the use of  the pen; to ask me to write letters is like asking a lame man to  walk; it is not; as horse…dealers say; 'the nature of the beast。'   When others TALK to me charmingly; my answers are short; faltering;  incoherent sentences; so it is with my writing。〃  〃You;〃 he says to  another lady correspondent; 〃have the pleasant faculty of easy;  pleasant letter…writing; in which I am wholly deficient。〃
  In fact; the claims of his Crimean book; which compelled him  latterly to refuse all other literary work; gave little time for  correspondence。  Its successive revisions formed his daily task  until illness struck him down。  Sacks of Crimean notes; labelled  through some fantastic whim with female Christian names … the Helen  bag; the Adelaide bag; etc。 … were ranged round his room。  His  working library was very small in bulk; his habit being to cut out  from any book the pages which would be serviceable; and to fling  the rest away。  So; we are told; the first Napoleon; binding  volumes for his travelling library; shore their margins to the  quick; and removed all prefaces;  title…pages; and other  superfluous leaves。  So; too; Edward Fitzgerald used to tear out of  his books all that in his judgment fell below their authors'  highest standard; retaining for his own delectation only the  quintessential remnants。  Vols。 III。 and IV。 appeared in 1868; V。  in 1875; VI。 in 1880; VII。 and VIII。 in 1887; while a Cabinet  Edition of the whole in nine volumes was issued continuously from  1870 to 1887。  Our attempt to appreciate the book shall be reserved  for another chapter。
  CHAPTER IV … 〃THE INVASION OF THE CRIMEA〃
  WAS the history of the Crimean War worth writing?  Not as a  magnified newspaper report; … that had been already done … but as a  permanent work of art from the pen of a great literary expert?   Very many of us; I think; after the lapse of fifty years; feel  compelled to say that it was not。  The struggle represented no  great principles; begot no far…reaching consequences。  It was not  inspired by the 〃holy glee〃 with which in Wordsworth's sonnet  Liberty fights against a tyrant; but by the faltering boldness; the  drifting; purposeless unresolve of statesmen who did not desire it;  and by the irrational violence of a Press which did not understand  it。  It was not a necessary war; its avowed object would have been  attained within a few weeks or months by bloodless European  concert。  It was not a glorious war; crippled by an incompatible  alliance and governed by the Evil Genius who had initiated it for  personal and sordid ends; it brought discredit on baffled generals  in the field; on Crown; Cabinet; populace; at home。  It was not a  fruitful war; the detailed results purchased by its squandered life  and treasure lapsed in swift succession during twenty sequent  years; until the la