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I have often, in blasting anticipation, listened to some future hackney scribbler, with the heavy malice of savage stupidity, exulting in his hireling paragraphs "Burns, notwithstanding the fanfaronade of independence to be found in his works, and after having been held forth to public view and to public estimation as a man of some genius, yet, quite destitute of resources within himself to support his borrowed dignity, he dwindled into a paltry exciseman, and slunk out the rest of his insignificant existence in the meanest of pursuits, and among the vilest of mankind."
On the last of these sylvan occasions I awoke, not with a graceful start, like the story-book ladies, but with a grunt. Sis was digging me in the ribs with her toe. I looked up to see her standing over me, a foaming tumbler of something in her hand. I felt that it was eggy and eyed it disgustedly. "Get up," said she, "you lazy scribbler, and drink this."
There is not an idea in it beyond what might germinate in the brain of a washerwoman. He then proceeds to call the author by such elegant names as 'lickspittle, 'beggarly skittler, jackass, ninny, haberdasher, 'fifty-fifth rate scribbler of gripe-visited sonnets, and 'namby-pamby writer in twaddling albums kept by the mustachioed widows or bony matrons of Portland Place.
"A most impertinent woman!" cried the king, walking with rapid strides up and down my room. "She has dared not to believe me on my word! Writing! signature! She mistrusts me as she would the lowest scribbler of France. A writing! My signature! My grandfather, Louis XIV, repented having given his to Charost. I will not commit a similar error."
"And what do you consider the best subject, marrying or burying, love or despair? I suppose you have tried them all." "Oh, no. Do not imagine me to be a real author only an occasional scribbler. Mr. Malcolm can tell you that I do not write much." "You must show Mr. Brandon your album," said Mr. Malcolm, "and let him judge for himself."
A drivelling scribbler, not a foot from the ground, pimples all over his mug and his neck awry! If he were good-looking, anyway but he, tfoo! he is as ugly as Satan!" The sexton took breath, wiped his lips and listened. The bell was not to be heard, but the wind banged on the roof, and again there came a tinkle in the darkness. "And it's the same thing now!" Savely went on.
In a man whose name, unfortunately for humanity, must always live in history, it is a childish and unpardonable weakness to pay so profusely for the short and uncertain immortality which some dull or obscure scribbler or poetaster confers on him. During the last Christmas holidays I dined at Madame Remisatu's, in company with Duroc.
An ingenious scribbler might imitate it after a fashion, but Shakespeare himself could not counterfeit it. It is noticeable that the country editor who published it did not know that it was a treasure and the most perfect thing of its kind that the storehouses and museums of literature could show. Composed on the death of Samuel and Catharine Belknap's children by M. A. Glaze
Stoute had been compelled to acknowledge, there was a general resemblance between the handwriting of Paul and that of the unknown scribbler of the note. Though a minute comparison failed to establish any closer connection between them, the professor wanted to make out his point; and it was not difficult for him to find a particular similarity.
To James Ruskin, Esq., Railway Station Hotel, Willisden. SIR: I warn you that I will not accept any more copies of your books. I do not know the individual named Tennyson to whom you refer; but if he is the scribbler who is perpetually sending me copies of his verses, please tell him that I read no poetry except my own. Why can't you leave me alone? J. MOGGRIDGE, Poet Laureate.
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