CHAPTER XV.

LITERATURE.

In speaking of the literature of any country we are, I think, too

much inclined to regard the question as one appertaining exclusively

to the writers of books,--not acknowledging, as we should do, that

the literary character of a people will depend much more upon what

it reads than what it writes. If we can suppose any people to have

an intimate acquaintance with the best literary efforts of other

countries, we should hardly be correct in saying that such a people

had no literary history of their own because it had itself produced

nothing in literature. And, with reference to those countries which

have been most fertile in the production of good books, I doubt

whether their literary histories would not have more to tell of those

ages in which much has been read than of those in which much has been

written.

The United States have been by no means barren in the production

of literature. The truth is so far from this that their literary

triumphs are perhaps those which of all their triumphs are the most

honourable to them, and which, considering their position as a young

nation, are the most permanently satisfactory. But though they

have done much in writing, they have done much more in reading. As

producers they are more than respectable, but as consumers they are

the most conspicuous people on the earth. It is impossible to speak

of the subject of literature in America without thinking of the

readers rather than of the writers. In this matter their position is

different from that of any other great people, seeing that they share

the advantages of our language. An American will perhaps consider

himself to be as little like an Englishman as he is like a Frenchman.

But he reads Shakespeare through the medium of his own vernacular,

and has to undergo the penance of a foreign tongue before he can

understand Molière. He separates himself from England in politics and

perhaps in affection; but he cannot separate himself from England in

mental culture. It may be suggested that an Englishman has the same

advantages as regards America; and it is true that he is obtaining

much of such advantage. Irving, Prescott, and Longfellow are the same

to England as though she herself had produced them. But the balance

of advantage must be greatly in favour of America. We have given her

the work of four hundred years, and have received back in return the

work of fifty.

And of this advantage the Americans have not been slow to avail

themselves. As consumers of literature they are certainly the most

conspicuous people on the earth. Where an English publisher contents

himself with thousands of copies an American publisher deals with

ten thousands. The sale of a new book, which in numbers would amount

to a considerable success with us, would with them be a lamentable

failure. This of course is accounted for, as regards the author

and the publisher, by the difference of price at which the book is

produced. One thousand in England will give perhaps as good a return

as the ten thousand in America. But as regards the readers there can

be no such equalization. The thousand copies cannot spread themselves

as do the ten thousand. The one book at a guinea cannot multiply

itself, let Mr. Mudie do what he will, as do the ten books at a

dollar. Ultimately there remain the ten books against the one; and

if there be not the ten readers against the one, there are five,

or four, or three. Everybody in the States has books about his

house. "And so has everybody in England," will say my English

reader, mindful of the libraries, or book-rooms, or book-crowded

drawing-rooms of his friends and acquaintances. But has my English

reader who so replies examined the libraries of many English cabmen,

of ticket porters, of warehousemen, and of agricultural labourers?

I cannot take upon myself to say that I have done so with any close

search in the States. But when it has been in my power I have done

so, and I have always found books in such houses as I have entered.

The amount of printed matter which is poured forth in streams from

the printing-presses of the great American publishers is, however, a

better proof of the truth of what I say than anything that I can have

seen myself.

But of what class are the books that are so read? There are many

who think that reading in itself is not good unless the matter

read be excellent. I do not myself quite agree with this, thinking

that almost any reading is better than none; but I will of course

admit that good matter is better than bad matter. The bulk of the

literature consumed in the States is no doubt composed of novels,--as

it is also, now-a-days, in this country. Whether or no an unlimited

supply of novels for young people is or is not advantageous, I will

not here pretend to say. The general opinion with ourselves I take it

is, that novels are bad reading if they be bad of their kind. Novels

that are not bad are now-a-days accepted generally as indispensable

to our households. Whatever may be the weakness of the American

literary taste in this respect, it is, I think, a weakness which we

share. There are more novel readers among them than with us, but

only, I think, in the proportion that there are more readers.

I have no hesitation in saying, that works by English authors are

more popular in the States than those written by themselves; and,

among English authors of the present day, they by no means confine

themselves to the novelists. The English names of whom I heard

most during my sojourn in the States were perhaps those of Dickens,

Tennyson, Buckle, Tom Hughes, Martin Tupper, and Thackeray. As the

owners of all these names are still living, I am not going to take

upon myself the delicate task of criticising the American taste.

I may not perhaps coincide with them in every respect. But if I be

right as to the names which I have given, such a selection shows that

they do get beyond novels. I have little doubt but that many more

copies of Dickens's novels have been sold during the last three

years, than of the works either of Tennyson or of Buckle; but such

also has been the case in England. It will probably be admitted

that one copy of the "Civilization" should be held as being equal

to five-and-twenty of "Nicholas Nickleby," and that a single "In

Memoriam" may fairly weigh down half-a-dozen "Pickwicks." Men and

women after their day's work are not always up to the "Civilization."

As a rule they are generally up to "Proverbial Philosophy," and this,

perhaps, may have had something to do with the great popularity of

that very popular work.

I would not have it supposed that American readers despise their own

authors. The Americans are very proud of having a literature of their

own. Among the literary names which they honour, there are none, I

think, more honourable than those of Cooper and Irving. They like to

know that their modern historians are acknowledged as great authors,

and as regards their own poets will sometimes demand your admiration

for strains with which you hardly find yourself to be familiar. But

English books are, I think, the better loved;--even the English books

of the present day. And even beyond this,--with those who choose

to indulge in the costly luxuries of literature,--books printed in

England are more popular than those which are printed in their own

country; and yet the manner in which the American publishers put

out their work is very good. The book sold there at a dollar, or a

dollar and a quarter, quite equals our ordinary five shilling volume.

Nevertheless English books are preferred,--almost as strongly as are

French bonnets. Of books absolutely printed and produced in England

the supply in the States is of course small. They must necessarily be

costly, and as regards new books, are always subjected to the rivalry

of a cheaper American copy. But of the reprinted works of English

authors the supply is unlimited, and the sale very great. Almost

everything is reprinted; certainly everything which can be said to

attain any home popularity. I do not know how far English authors

may be aware of the fact; but it is undoubtedly a fact that their

influence as authors is greater on the other side of the Atlantic

than on this. It is there that they have their most numerous school

of pupils. It is there that they are recognized as teachers by

hundreds of thousands. It is of those thirty millions that they

should think, at any rate in part, when they discuss within their

own hearts that question which all authors do discuss, whether that

which they write shall in itself be good or bad,--be true or false.

A writer in England may not, perhaps, think very much of this with

reference to some trifle of which his English publisher proposes to

sell some seven or eight hundred copies. But he begins to feel that

he should have thought of it when he learns that twenty or thirty

thousand copies of the same have been scattered through the length

and breadth of the United States. The English author should feel that

he writes for the widest circle of readers ever yet obtained by the

literature of any country. He provides not only for his own country

and for the States, but for the readers who are rising by millions

in the British colonies. Canada is supplied chiefly from the presses

of Boston, New York, and Philadelphia, but she is supplied with

the works of the mother country. India, as I take it, gets all her

books direct from London, as do the West Indies. Whether or no the

Australian colonies have as yet learned to reprint our books I do not

know, but I presume that they cannot do so as cheaply as they can

import them. London with us, and the three cities which I have named

on the other side of the Atlantic, are the places at which this

literature is manufactured; but the demand in the western hemisphere

is becoming more brisk than that which the old world creates. There

is, I have no doubt, more literary matter printed in London than in

all America put together. A greater extent of letter-press is put up

in London than in the three publishing cities of the States. But the

number of copies issued by the American publishers is so much greater

than those which ours put forth, that the greater bulk of literature

is with them. If this be so, the demand with them is of course

greater than it is with us.

I have spoken here of the privilege which an English author enjoys

by reason of the ever widening circle of readers to whom he writes.

I speak of the privilege of an English author as distinguished from

that of an American author. I profess my belief that in the United

States an English author has an advantage over one of that country

merely in the fact of his being English, as a French milliner has

undoubtedly an advantage in her nationality let her merits or

demerits as a milliner be what they may. I think that English books

are better liked because they are English. But I do not know that

there is any feeling with us either for or against an author because

he is American. I believe that Longfellow stands in our judgment

exactly where he would have stood had he been a tutor at a college in

Oxford instead of a Professor at Cambridge in Massachusetts. Prescott

is read among us as an historian without any reference as to his

nationality, and by many, as I take it, in absolute ignorance of

his nationality. Hawthorne, the novelist, is quite as well known in

England as he is in his own country. But I do not know that to either

of these three is awarded any favour or is denied any justice because

he is an American. Washington Irving published many of his works in

this country, receiving very large sums for them from Mr. Murray, and

I fancy that in dealing with his publisher he found neither advantage

nor disadvantage in his nationality;--that is, of course, advantage

or disadvantage in reference to the light in which his works would be

regarded. It must be admitted that there is no jealousy in the States

against English authors. I think that there is a feeling in their

favour, but no one can at any rate allege that there is a feeling

against them. I think I may also assert on the part of my own country

that there is no jealousy here against American authors. As regards

the tastes of the people, the works of each country flow freely

through the other. That is as it should be. But when we come to the

mode of supply, things are not exactly as they should be; and I do

not believe that any one will contradict me when I say that the fault

is with the Americans.

I presume that all my readers know the meaning of the word copyright.

A man's copyright, or right in his copy, is that amount of legal

possession in the production of his brains which has been secured to

him by the laws of his own country and by the laws of others. Unless

an author were secured by such laws, his writings would be of but

little pecuniary value to him, as the right of printing and selling

them would be open to all the world. In England and in America, and

as I conceive in all countries possessing a literature, there is such

a law securing to authors and to their heirs for a term of years the

exclusive right over their own productions. That this should be so

in England as regards English authors is so much a matter of course,

that the copyright of an author would seem to be as naturally his

own as a gentleman's deposit at his bank or his little investment in

the three per cents. The right of an author to the value of his own

productions in other countries than his own is not so much a matter

of course; but nevertheless, if such productions have any value in

other countries, that value should belong to him. This has been felt

to be the case between England and France, and treaties have been

made securing his own property to the author in each country. The

fact that the languages of England and France are different makes the

matter one of comparatively small moment. But it has been found to be

for the honour and profit of the two countries, that there should be

such a law, and an international copyright does exist. But if such

an arrangement be needed between two such countries as France and

England,--between two countries which do not speak the same language

or share the same literature,--how much more necessary must it be

between England and the United States? The literature of the one

country is the literature of the other. The poem that is popular

in London will certainly be popular in New York. The novel that is

effective among American ladies will be equally so with those of

England. There can be no doubt as to the importance of having a

law of copyright between the two countries. The only question can

be as to the expediency and the justice. At present there is no

international copyright between England and the United States, and

there is none because the States have declined to sanction any such

law. It is known by all who are concerned in the matter on either

side of the water that as far as Great Britain is concerned such a

law would meet with no impediment.

Therefore it is to be presumed that the legislators of the States

think it expedient and just to dispense with any such law. I have

said that there can be no doubt as to the importance of the question,

seeing that the price of English literature in the States must be

most materially affected by it. Without such a law the Americans are

enabled to import English literature without paying for it. It is

open to any American publisher to reprint any work from an English

copy, and to sell his reprints without any permission obtained from

the English author or from the English publisher. The absolute

material which the American publisher sells, he takes, or can take,

for nothing. The paper, ink, and composition he supplies in the

ordinary way of business; but of the very matter which he professes

to sell,--of the book which is the object of his trade, he is enabled

to possess himself for nothing. If you, my reader, be a popular

author, an American publisher will take the choicest work of your

brain and make dollars out of it, selling thousands of copies of it

in his country, whereas you can, perhaps, only sell hundreds of it

in your own; and will either give you nothing for that he takes,--or

else will explain to you that he need give you nothing, and that in

paying you anything he subjects himself to the danger of seeing the

property which he has bought taken again from him by other persons.

If this be so that question whether or no there shall be a law

of international copyright between the two countries cannot be

unimportant.

But it may be inexpedient that there shall be such a law. It may be

considered well, that as the influx of English books into America

is much greater than the out-flux of American books back to England,

the right of obtaining such books for nothing should be reserved,

although the country in doing so robs its own authors of the

advantage which should accrue to them from the English market. It

might perhaps be thought anything but smart to surrender such an

advantage by the passing of an international copyright bill. There

are not many trades in which the tradesman can get the chief of his

goods for nothing; and it may be thought, that the advantage arising

to the States from such an arrangement of circumstances should not

be abandoned. But how then about the justice? It would seem that

the less said upon that subject the better. I have heard no one say

that an author's property in his own works should not, in accordance

with justice, be insured to him in the one country as well as in the

other. I have seen no defence of the present position of affairs,

on the score of justice. The price of books would be enhanced by an

international copyright law, and it is well that books should be

cheap. That is the only argument used. So would mutton be cheap, if

it could be taken out of a butcher's shop for nothing!

But I absolutely deny the expediency of the present position of the

matter, looking simply to the material advantage of the American

people in the matter, and throwing aside altogether that question

of justice. I must here, however, explain that I bring no charge

whatsoever against the American publishers. The English author is

a victim in their hands, but it is by no means their fault that he

is so. As a rule, they are willing to pay for the works of popular

English writers, but in arranging as to what payments they can make,

they must of course bear in mind the fact that they have no exclusive

right whatsoever in the things which they purchase. It is natural,

also, that they should bear in mind when making their purchases,

and arranging their prices, that they can have the very thing they

are buying without any payment at all, if the price asked do not

suit them. It is not of the publishers that I complain, or of any

advantage which they take; but of the legislators of the country, and

of the advantage which accrues, or is thought by them to accrue to

the American people from the absence of an international copyright

law. It is mean on their part to take such advantage if it existed;

and it is foolish in them to suppose that any such advantage can

accrue. The absence of any law of copyright no doubt gives to the

American publisher the power of reprinting the works of English

authors without paying for them,--seeing that the English author is

undefended. But the American publisher who brings out such a reprint

is equally undefended in his property. When he shall have produced

his book, his rival in the next street may immediately reprint it

from him, and destroy the value of his property by underselling him.

It is probable that the first American publisher will have made some

payment to the English author for the privilege of publishing the

book honestly,--of publishing it without recurrence to piracy,--and

in arranging his price with his customers he will be, of course,

obliged to debit the book with the amount so paid. If the author

receive ten cents a copy on every copy sold, the publisher must add

that ten cents to the price he charges for it. But he cannot do this

with security, because the book can be immediately reprinted, and

sold without any such addition to the price. The only security which

the American publisher has against the injury which may be so done to

him, is the power of doing other injury in return. The men who stand

high in the trade, and who are powerful because of the largeness of

their dealings, can in a certain measure secure themselves in this

way. Such a firm would have the power of crushing a small tradesman

who should interfere with him. But if the large firm commits any

such act of injustice, the little men in the trade have no power of

setting themselves right by counter injustice. I need hardly point

out what must be the effect of such a state of things upon the whole

publishing trade; nor need I say more to prove that some law which

shall regulate property in foreign copyrights would be as expedient

with reference to America, as it would be just towards England. But

the wrong done by America to herself does not rest here. It is true

that more English books are read in the States than American books

in England, but it is equally true that the literature of America is

daily gaining readers among us. That injury to which English authors

are subjected from the want of protection in the States, American

authors suffer from the want of protection here. One can hardly

believe that the legislators of the States would willingly place the

brightest of their own fellow countrymen in this position, because in

the event of a copyright bill being passed, the balance of advantage

would seem to accrue to England!

Of the literature of the United States, speaking of literature in its

ordinary sense, I do not know that I need say much more. I regard

the literature of a country as its highest produce, believing it to

be more powerful in its general effect, and more beneficial in its

results, than either statesmanship, professional ability, religious

teaching, or commerce. And in no part of its national career have

the United States been so successful as in this. I need hardly

explain that I should commit a monstrous injustice were I to make a

comparison in this matter between England and America. Literature is

the child of leisure and wealth. It is the produce of minds which by

a happy combination of circumstances have been enabled to dispense

with the ordinary cares of the world. It can hardly be expected to

come from a young country, or from a new and still struggling people.

Looking around at our own magnificent colonies I hardly remember

a considerable name which they have produced, except that of my

excellent old friend, Sam Slick. Nothing, therefore, I think, shows

the settled greatness of the people of the States more significantly

than their firm establishment of a national literature. This

literature runs over all subjects. American authors have excelled in

poetry, in science, in history, in metaphysics, in law, in theology,

and in fiction. They have attempted all, and failed in none. What

Englishman has devoted a room to books, and devoted no portion of

that room to the productions of America?

But I must say a word of literature in which I shall not speak of it

in its ordinary sense, and shall yet speak of it in that sense which

of all perhaps, in the present day, should be considered the most

ordinary. I mean the every-day periodical literature of the press.

Most of those who can read, it is to be hoped, read books; but all

who can read do read newspapers. Newspapers in this country are so

general that men cannot well live without them; but to men, and to

women also, in the United States they may be said to be the one chief

necessary of life. And yet in the whole length and breadth of the

United States there is not published a single newspaper which seems

to me to be worthy of praise.

A really good newspaper,--one excellent at all points,--would indeed

be a triumph of honesty and of art! Not only is such a publication

much to be desired in America, but it is still to be desired in

Great Britain also. I used, in my younger days, to think of such

a newspaper as a possible publication, and in a certain degree I

then looked for it. Now I expect it only in my dreams. It should be

powerful without tyranny, popular without triumph, political without

party passion, critical without personal feeling, right in its

statements and just in its judgments, but right and just without

pride. It should be all but omniscient, but not conscious of its

omniscience; it should be moral, but not strait-laced; it should be

well-assured, but yet modest; though never humble, it should be free

from boasting. Above all these things it should be readable; and

above that again it should be true. I used to think that such a

newspaper might be produced, but I now sadly acknowledge to myself

the fact that humanity is not capable of any work so divine.

The newspapers of the States generally may not only be said to have

reached none of the virtues here named, but to have fallen into

all the opposite vices. In the first place they are never true. In

requiring truth from a newspaper the public should not be anxious to

strain at gnats. A statement setting forth that a certain gooseberry

was five inches in circumference, whereas in truth its girth was only

two and a half, would give me no offence. Nor would I be offended at

being told that Lord Derby was appointed to the premiership, while in

truth the Queen had only sent for his lordship, having as yet come to

no definite arrangement. The demand for truth which may reasonably be

made upon a newspaper amounts to this,--that nothing should be stated

not believed to be true, and that nothing should be stated as to

which the truth is important, without adequate ground for such

belief. If a newspaper accuse me of swindling, it is not sufficient

that the writer believe me to be a swindler. He should have ample

and sufficient ground for such belief;--otherwise in making such a

statement he will write falsely. In our private life we all recognize

the fact that this is so. It is understood that a man is not a

whit the less a slanderer because he believes the slander which

he promulgates. But it seems to me that this is not sufficiently

recognized by many who write for the public press. Evil things are

said, and are probably believed by the writers; they are said with

that special skill for which newspaper writers have in our days

become so conspicuous, defying alike redress by law or redress by

argument; but they are too often said falsely. The words are not

measured when they are written, and they are allowed to go forth

without any sufficient inquiry into their truth. But if there be any

ground for such complaint here in England, that ground is multiplied

ten times--twenty times--in the States. This is not only shown in

the abuse of individuals, in abuse which is as violent as it is

perpetual, but in the treatment of every subject which is handled.

All idea of truth has been thrown overboard. It seems to be admitted

that the only object is to produce a sensation, and that it is

admitted by both writer and reader that sensation and veracity are

incompatible. Falsehood has become so much a matter of course with

American newspapers that it has almost ceased to be falsehood. Nobody

thinks me a liar because I deny that I am at home when I am in my

study. The nature of the arrangement is generally understood. So also

is it with the American newspapers.

But American newspapers are also unreadable. It is very bad that

they should be false, but it is very surprising that they should

be dull. Looking at the general intelligence of the people, one

would have thought that a readable newspaper, put out with all

pleasant appurtenances of clear type, good paper, and good internal

arrangement, would have been a thing specially within their reach.

But they have failed in every detail. Though their papers are always

loaded with sensation headings, there are seldom sensation paragraphs

to follow. The paragraphs do not fit the headings. Either they cannot

be found, or if found they seem to have escaped from their proper

column to some distant and remote portion of the sheet. One is led to

presume that no American editor has any plan in the composition of

his newspaper. I never know whether I have as yet got to the very

heart's core of the daily journal, or whether I am still to go on

searching for that heart's core. Alas, it too often happens that

there is no heart's core! The whole thing seems to have been put

out at hap-hazard. And then the very writing is in itself below

mediocrity;--as though a power of expression in properly arranged

language was not required by a newspaper editor, either as regards

himself or as regards his subordinates. One is driven to suppose that

the writers for the daily press are not chosen with any view to such

capability. A man ambitious of being on the staff of an American

newspaper should be capable of much work, should be satisfied with

small pay, should be indifferent to the world's good usage, should

be rough, ready, and of long sufferance; but, above all, he should

be smart. The type of almost all American newspapers is wretched--I

think I may say of all;--so wretched that that alone forbids one to

hope for pleasure in reading them. They are ill-written, ill-printed,

ill-arranged, and in fact are not readable. They are bought, glanced

at, and thrown away.

They are full of boastings,--not boastings simply as to their

country, their town, or their party,--but of boastings as to

themselves. And yet they possess no self-assurance. It is always

evident that they neither trust themselves, nor expect to be trusted.

They have made no approach to that omniscience which constitutes the

great marvel of our own daily press; but finding it necessary to

write as though they possessed it, they fall into blunders which

are almost as marvellous. Justice and right judgment are out of

the question with them. A political party end is always in view,

and political party warfare in America admits of any weapons. No

newspaper in America is really powerful or popular; and yet they are

tyrannical and overbearing. The "New York Herald" has, I believe, the

largest sale of any daily newspaper; but it is absolutely without

political power, and in these times of war has truckled to the

Government more basely than any other paper. It has an enormous sale,

but so far is it from having achieved popularity, that no man on any

side ever speaks a good word for it. All American newspapers deal in

politics as a matter of course; but their politics have ever regard

to men and never to measures. Vituperation is their natural political

weapon; but since the President's ministers have assumed the power

of stopping newspapers which are offensive to them, they have shown

that they can descend to a course of eulogy which is even below

vituperation.

I shall be accused of using very strong language against the

newspaper press of America. I can only say that I do not know how to

make that language too strong. Of course there are newspapers as to

which the editors and writers may justly feel that my remarks, if

applied to them, are unmerited. In writing on such a subject, I can

only deal with the whole as a whole. During my stay in the country,

I did my best to make myself acquainted with the nature of its

newspapers, knowing in how great a degree its population depends on

them for its daily store of information. Newspapers in the States of

America have a much wider, or rather closer circulation, than they

do with us. Every man and almost every woman sees a newspaper daily.

They are very cheap, and are brought to every man's hand without

trouble to himself, at every turn that he takes in his day's work. It

would be much for the advantage of the country, that they should be

good of their kind; but, if I am able to form a correct judgment on

the matter, they are not good.

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