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"as gnats, which sometimes sting

Their life away when rankled."

Another fault is the senseless use of certain words and phrases, which a

good writer uses only when he must, Mr. Beckett always when he can. We give

without comment a mere list of these:--maugre, 'sdeath, eke, erst, deft,

romaunt, pleasaunce, certes, whilom, distraught, quotha, good lack,

well-a-day, vermeil, perchance, hight, wight, lea, wist, list, sheen, anon,

gliff, astrolt, what boots it? malfortunes, ween, God wot, I trow, emprise,

duress, donjon, puissant, sooth, rock, bruit, ken, eld, o'ersprent, etc. Of

course, such a word as "lady" is made to do good service, and "ye" asserts

its well-known superiority to "you." All this the author evidently

considers highly meritorious, although the words are entirely unsuitable.

His notion seems to be, that these are poetical words, and the way to write

poetry is to take all the exclusively poetical words you can find. The

occasional attempt to make his verses familiar and natural by the use of

such abbreviations as "I've" or "can't" is as much a failure as the effort

of an awkward man in a ball-room to make everybody think him at his ease by

forcing an unhappy smile and a look of preternatural buoyancy.

From the beginning to the end of "Hester," there is one unerring indication

of an uncultivated mind and an unpractised pen. This is the writer's

fondness for well-worn phrases, which authors of a severer taste have long

discarded as suited only to the newspapers, but which Mr. Beckett has

picked up with eager delight, and, having distributed them liberally

throughout the poem, contemplates with a complacency to be matched only by

his satisfaction with the success of his expedients for filling out his

rhymes, some of which are certainly ingenious and startling,

The plot is a jumble of improbabilities, to which we would gladly attend,

for it passes even the liberal bounds of poetic license, but we have

already spent all the time we can upon the New Poem, and we must decline

(in Mr. Beckett's own impressive language) any further "to distend the

title."

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