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Updated: June 20, 2025
So it is also with these sentences from De Quincey's "The English Mail-Coach": "The sea, the atmosphere, the light, bore each an orchestral part in this universal lull.
These pictures, though true to certain phases of De Quincey's outward life, are yet far from personally representing him, even to the eye. They satisfy curiosity, and that is about all.
This was in 1838, a dozen years before the poet's death. The point of interest is, How did the wronged family endure the wrong? They were quiet about it, that is, sensible and dignified; but Wordsworth was more. A friend of his and mine was talking with him over the fire, just when De Quincey's disclosures were making the most noise, and mentioned the subject.
After reading De Quincey's hyperbolical description of the English mail-coach, one cannot down the desire to place that remarkable man on the pilot of the White Mail or of the Twentieth Century. But this tremendous change in the means of locomotion meant far more than the mere rapid transit of men from place to place.
Justice to them compels us to accept and use the exposures he offers us of himself. About the time of De Quincey's settlement at Grasmere, Wilson, the future CHRISTOPHER NORTH, bought the Elleray estate, on the banks of Windermere. He was then just of age, supreme in all manly sports, physically a model man, and intellectually, brimming with philosophy and poetry.
Another page fluttered over, a flush stole across her brow; and, as she closed the volume, her whole face was irradiated. "What are you reading?" asked Dr. Hartwell, when she seemed to sink into a reverie. "Analects from Richter." "De Quincey's!" "Yes, sir." "Once that marvelous 'Dream upon the Universe' fascinated me as completely as it now does you."
"You will find it so all through life, Paul," he replied. "The things that are nice are rarely good for us. And what do you read now?" "I am reading Marlowe's Plays and De Quincey's Confessions just now," I confided to him. "And do you understand them?" "Fairly well," I answered. "Mamma says I'll like them better as I go on.
From that time on he became a steady drinker, with now and then a short period when he would try to stop drinking, only to resume when he found himself obsessed again by the dreaded inferiority complex. This is the main theme of De Quincey's "Confessions of an Opium Eater."
Middleton had found the figure wrongly deciphered and wrongly copied for him, and had translated it as he found it, without much thought. De Quincey thinks that the error is sufficient to throw over all faith in the book: "It is in the light of an evidence against Middleton's good-sense and thoughtfulness that I regard it as capital." That is De Quincey's estimate of Middleton as a biographer.
Miss Quincey's somewhat eccentric behaviour filled her with misgivings; and in order to investigate her case at leisure, she chose the first afternoon when Miss Cursiter was not at home to ask the little arithmetic teacher to lunch.
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