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Title: James Fenimore Cooper
       American Men of Letters

Author: Thomas R. Lounsbury

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                         AMERICAN MEN OF LETTERS.

                                Edited By

                          CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER.




                    [Illustration: J. Fenimore Cooper]




                         AMERICAN MEN OF LETTERS.

                          JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.

                                   By

                          THOMAS R. LOUNSBURY,
           Professor Of English In The Sheffield Scientific School,
                               Yale College.




                                 BOSTON:
                     HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY.
                 New York: 11 East Seventeenth Street.
                    The Riverside Press, Cambridge.
                                  1884.



                             Copyright, 1882,
                         By THOMAS R. LOUNSBURY

                         _All rights reserved._

                   _The Riverside Press, Cambridge_:
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PREFATORY NOTE.


When Cooper lay on his death-bed he enjoined his family to permit no
authorized account of his life to be prepared. A wish even, that was
uttered at such a time, would have had the weight of a command; and
from that day to this pious affection has carried out in the spirit as
well as to the letter the desire of the dying man. No biography of
Cooper has, in consequence, ever appeared. Nor is it unjust to say
that the sketches of his career, which are found either in magazines
or cyclopædias, are not only unsatisfactory on account of their
incompleteness, but are all in greater or less degree untrustworthy in
their details.

It is a necessary result of this dying injunction that the direct and
authoritative sources of information contained in family papers are
closed to the biographer. Still it is believed that no facts of
importance in the record of an eventful and extraordinary career have
been omitted or have even been passed over slightingly. A large part
of the matter contained in this volume has never been given to the
public in any form: and for that reason among others no pains have
been spared to make this narrative absolutely accurate, so far as it
goes. Correction of any errors, if such are found, will be gratefully
welcomed.




JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.                                             (p. 001)




Chapter I.

1789-1820.


In one of the interior counties of New York, less than one hundred and
fifty miles in a direct line from the commercial capital of the Union,
lies the village of Cooperstown. The place is not and probably never
will be an important one; but in its situation and surroundings nature
has given it much that wealth cannot furnish or art create. It stands
on the southeastern shore of Otsego Lake, just at the point where the
Susquehanna pours out from it on its long journey to the Chesapeake.
The river runs here in a rapid current through a narrow valley, shut
in by parallel ranges of lofty hills. The lake, not more than nine
miles in length, is twelve hundred feet above tide-water. Low and
wooded points of land and sweeping bays give to its shores the
attraction of continuous diversity. About it, on every side, stand
hills, which slope gradually or rise sharply to heights varying from
two to five hundred feet. Lake, forest, and stream unite to form a
scene of quiet but picturesque beauty, that hardly needs the
additional charm of romantic association which has been imparted to
it.

Though it was here that the days of Cooper's childhood were        (p. 002)
passed, it was not here that he was born. When that event took place
the village had hardly even an existence on paper. Cooper's father, a
resident of Burlington, New Jersey, had come, shortly after the close
of the Revolutionary War, into the possession of vast tracts of land,
embracing many thousands of acres, along the head-waters of the
Susquehanna. In 1786 he began the settlement of the spot, and in 1788
laid out the plot of the village which bears his name, and built for
himself a dwelling-house. On the 10th of November, 1790, his whole
family--consisting, with the servants, of fifteen persons--reached the
place. The future novelist was then a little less than thirteen months
old, for he had been born at Burlington on the 15th of September of
the year before. His father had determined to make the new settlement
his permanent home. He accordingly began in 1796, and in 1799
completed, the erection of a mansion which bore the name of Otsego
Hall. It was then and remained for a long time afterward the largest
private residence in that portion of the State. When in 1834 it came
into the hands of the son, it still continued to be the principal
dwelling in the flourishing village that had grown up about it.

On his father's side Cooper was of Quaker descent. The original
emigrant ancestor had come over in 1679, and had made extensive
purchases of land in the province of New Jersey. In that colony or in
Pennsylvania his descendants for a long time remained. Cooper himself
was the first one, of the direct line certainly, that ever even
revisited the mother-country. These facts are of slight importance in
themselves. In the general disbelief, however, which fifty years ago
prevailed in Great Britain, that anything good could come out of   (p. 003)
this western Nazareth. Cooper was immediately furnished with an
English nativity as soon as he had won reputation. The same process
that gave to Irving a birthplace in Devonshire, furnished one also to
him in the Isle of Man. When this fiction was exploded, the fact of
emigration was pushed merely a little further back. It was transferred
to the father, who was represented as having gone from Buckinghamshire
to America. This latter assertion is still to be found in authorities
that are generally trustworthy. But the original one served a useful
purpose during its day. This assumed birthplace in the Isle of Man
enabled the English journalists that were offended with Cooper's
strictures upon their country to speak of him, as at one time they
often did, as an English renegade.

His mother's maiden name was Elizabeth Fenimore, and the family to
which she belonged was of Swedish descent. Cooper himself was the
eleventh of twelve children. Most of his brothers and sisters died
long before him, five of them in infancy. His own name was at first
simply James Cooper, and in this way he wrote it until 1826. But in
April of that year the Legislature of New York passed an act changing
the family name to Fenimore-Cooper. This was done in accordance with
the wish of his grandmother, whose descendants in the direct male line
had died out. But he seldom employed the hyphen in writing, and
finally gave up the use of it altogether.

The early childhood of Cooper was mainly passed in the wilderness at
the very time when the first wave of civilization was beginning to
break against its hills. There was everything in what he saw and heard
to impress the mind of the growing boy. He was on the border, if   (p. 004)
indeed he could not justly be said to be in the midst of mighty and
seemingly interminable woods which stretched for hundreds of miles to
the westward. Isolated clearings alone broke this vast expanse of
foliage, which, covering the valleys and clinging to the sides and
crowning the summits of the hills, seemed to rise and fall like the
waves of the sea. The settler's axe had as yet scarcely dispelled the
perpetual twilight of the primeval forest. The little lake lay
enclosed in a border of gigantic trees. Over its waters hung the
interlacing branches of mighty oaks and beeches and pines. Its surface
was frequented by flocks of wild, aquatic birds,--the duck, the gull,
and the loon. In this lofty valley among the hills were also to be
found, then as now, in fullest perfection, the clear atmosphere, the
cloudless skies, and the brilliant light of midsummer suns, that
characterize everywhere the American highlands. More even than the
beauty and majesty of nature that lay open to the sight was the
mystery that constantly appealed to the imagination in what might lie
hidden in the depths of a wilderness that swept far beyond glance of
eye or reach of foot. This, indeed, may have affected the feelings of
only a few, but there were numerous interests and anxieties which all
had in common. The little village had early gone through many of the
trials which mark the history of most of the settlements in regions to
which few travelers found their way and commerce seldom came. Remote
from sources of supply, and difficult of access, it had known the time
when its population, scanty as it was, suffered from the scarcity of
food. Sullivan's successful expedition against the Six Nations did not
suffice to keep it from the alarm of savage attack that never came.
The immense forest shutting in the hamlet on every side had        (p. 005)
terrors to some as real as were its attractions to others. Its
recesses were still the refuge of the deer; but they were also the
haunt of the wildcat, the wolf, and the bear. All these characteristics
of his early home made deep impression upon a nature fond of
adventure, and keenly susceptible to the charm of scenery. When
afterward in the first flush of his fame Cooper set out to revive the
memory of the days of the pioneers, he said that he might have chosen
for his subject happier periods, more interesting events, and possibly
more beauteous scenes, but he could not have taken any that would lie
so close to his heart. The man, indeed, never forgot what had been
dear to the boy; and to the spot where his earliest years were spent
he returned to pass the latter part of his life.

The original settlement, moreover, was composed of a more than usually
singular mixture of the motley crowd that always throngs to the
American frontier. The shock of convulsions in lands far distant
reached even to the highland valley shut in by the Otsego hills.
Representatives of almost every nationality in Christendom and
believers in almost every creed, found in it an asylum or a home. Into
this secluded haven drifted men whose lives had been wrecked in the
political storms that were then shaking Europe. Frenchmen, Dutchmen,
Germans, and Poles, came and tarried for a longer or shorter time.
Here Talleyrand, then an exile, spent several days with Cooper's
father, and, true to national instinct, wrote, according to local
tradition, complimentary verses, still preserved, on Cooper's sister.
An ex-captain of the British army was one of the original merchants of
the place. An ex-governor of Martinique was for a time the village (p. 006)
grocer. But the prevailing element in the population were the men of
New England, born levelers of the forest, the greatest wielders of the
axe the world has ever known. Over the somewhat wild and turbulent
democracy, made up of materials so diverse, the original proprietor
reigned a sort of feudal lord, rather by moral qualities than by any
conceded right.

Cooper's early instruction was received in the village school, carried
on in a building erected in 1795, and rejoicing in the somewhat
pretentious name of the Academy. The country at that time, however,
furnished few facilities for higher education anywhere; on the
frontier there were necessarily none. Accordingly Cooper was early
sent to Albany. There he entered the family of the rector of St.
Peter's Church, and became, with three or four other boys, one of his
private pupils. This gentleman, the son of an English clergyman, and
himself a graduate of an English university, had made his ways to
these western wilds with a fair amount of classical learning, with
thorough methods of study, and as it afterwards turned out, Cooper
tells us, with another man's wife. This did not, however, prevent him
from insisting upon the immense superiority of the mother-country in
morals as well as manners. A man of ability and marked character, he
clearly exerted over the impressionable mind of his pupil a greater
influence than the latter ever realized. He was in many respects,
indeed, a typical Englishman of the educated class of that time. He
had the profoundest contempt for republics and republican institutions.
The American Revolution he looked upon as only a little less monstrous
than the French, which was the sum of all iniquities. Connection with
any other church than his own was to be shunned, not at all        (p. 007)
because it was unchristian, but because it was ungentlemanly and low.
But whatever his opinions and prejudices were, in the almost absolute
dearth then existing in this country of even respectable scholarship,
the opportunity to be under his instruction was a singular advantage.
Unfortunately it did not continue as long as it was desirable. In 1802
he died. It had been the intention to fit Cooper to enter the junior
class of Yale College; that project had now to be abandoned.
Accordingly he became, at the beginning of the second term of its
freshman year, a member of the class which was graduated in 1806. He
was then but a mere boy of thirteen, and with the exception of the
poet Hillhouse, two weeks his junior, was the youngest student in the
college.

Cooper himself informs us that he played all his first year, and
implies that he did little study during those which followed. To a
certain extent the comparative excellence of his preparation turned
out a disadvantage; the rigid training he had received enabled him to
accomplish without effort what his fellow-students found difficult.
Scholarship was at so low an ebb that the ability to scan Latin was
looked upon as a high accomplishment; and he himself asserts that the
class to which he belonged was the first in Yale College that had ever
tried it. This may be questioned; but we need not feel any distrust of
his declaration, that little learning of any kind found its way into
his head. Least of all will he be inclined to doubt it whom extended
experience in the class-room has taught to view with profoundest
respect the infinite capability of the human mind to resist the
introduction of knowledge.

Far better than study, Cooper liked to take solitary walks about   (p. 008)
the wooded hills surrounding New Haven, and the shores of the bay upon
which it lies. These nursed the fondness for outdoor life and scenery
which his early associations had inspired. In these communings with
nature, he was unconsciously storing his mind with impressions and
images, in the representation and delineation of which he was afterward
to attain surpassing excellence. But the study of scenery, however
desirable in itself, cannot easily be included in a college
curriculum. No proficiency in it can well compensate for failure in
studies of perhaps less intrinsic importance. The neglect of these
latter had no tendency to recommend him to the regard of those in
authority. Positive faults were in course of time added to negative. A
frolic in which he was engaged during his third year was attended by
consequences more serious than disfavor. It led to his dismissal. The
father took the boy's side, and the usual struggle followed between
the parents and those who, according to a pretty well worn-out
educational theory, stand to the student in place of parents. In this
particular case the latter triumphed, and Cooper left Yale. In spite
of his dismissal he retained pleasant recollections of some of his old
instructors; and with one of them, Professor Silliman, he kept up in
later years friendly personal relations and occasional correspondence.

It had been a misfortune for the future author to lose the severe if
somewhat wooden drill of his preparatory instructor. It was an
additional misfortune to lose the education, scanty and defective as
it then was, which was imparted by the college. It might not and
probably would not have contributed anything to Cooper's intellectual
development in the way of accuracy of thought or of statement. It  (p. 009)
would not in all probability have added materially to his stock of
knowledge. But with all its inefficiency and inadequacy, it would very
certainly have had the effect of teaching him to aim far more than he
did at perfection of form. He possibly gained more than he lost by
being transferred at so early an age to other scenes. But the lack of
certain qualities in his writings, which educated men are perhaps the
only ones to notice, can be traced pretty directly to this lack of
preliminary intellectual drill.

His academical career having been thus suddenly cut short, he entered
in a little while upon one better suited to his adventurous nature.
Boys are sent to sea, he tells us in one of his later novels, for the
cure of their ethical ailings. This renovating influence of ocean life
he had at any rate a speedy opportunity to try. It was decided that he
should enter the navy. The position of his father, who had been for
several years a representative in Congress, and was a leading member
of the Federalist party, naturally held out assurances that the son
would receive all the advancement to which he would be legitimately
entitled. At that time no naval school existed. It was the custom, in
consequence, for boys purposing to fit themselves for the position of
officers to serve a sort of apprenticeship in the merchant marine.
Accordingly in the autumn of 1806, Cooper was placed on board a vessel
that was to sail from the port of New York with a freight of flour to
Cowes and a market. The ship was named the Sterling, and was commanded
by Captain John Johnston, of Wiscasset, Maine, who was also part owner.
Cooper's position and prospects were well known; but he was employed
regularly before the mast and was never admitted to the cabin. The (p. 010)
vessel cleared from the port of New York on the 16th of October. The
passage was a long and stormy one; forty days went by before land was
seen after it had once been left behind. The ship reached the other
side just at the time when the British Channel was alive with vessels
of war in consequence of one of the periodical anticipations of
invasions from France. It went to London, and stayed for some time
there discharging its cargo and taking in new. Cooper embraced the
opportunity to see all the sights he could of the great metropolis.
"He had a rum time of it in his sailor rig," said afterward one of his
shipmates, "but hoisted in a wonderful deal of gibberish, according to
his own account of the cruise."

The Sterling sailed with freight in January, 1807, for the Straits of
Gibraltar. It took on board a cargo of barilla at Aguilas and Almeria,
and returned to England, reaching the Thames in May. Both going and
coming the voyage was a stormy one, and during it several of the
incidents occurred that Cooper worked up afterward into powerful
passages in his sea novels. In London the vessel lay several weeks,
discharging its cargo and taking in more, which this time consisted of
dry goods. Towards the end of July, it left London for America, and
reached Philadelphia on the 18th of September, after another long and
stormy passage of fifty-two days.

This was Cooper's introduction to sea life. During the year he had
spent in the merchant vessel he had seen a good deal of hard service.
His preparatory studies having been completed after a fashion, he now
regularly entered the navy. His commission as midshipman bears (p. 011)
date the 1st of January, 1808. On the 24th of the following February
he was ordered to report to the commanding naval officer at New York.
But the records of the government give little information as to the
duties to which he was assigned during the years he remained in its
service. The knowledge we have of his movements comes mainly from what
he himself incidentally discloses in published works or letters of a
later period. The facts we learn from all sources together, are but
few. He served for a while on board the Vesuvius in 1808. During that
year it seemed as if the United States and Great Britain were about to
drift into war. Preparations of various kinds were made; and one of
the things ordered was the dispatch to Lake Ontario of a party, of
which Cooper was one, under the command of Lieutenant Woolsey. The
intention was to build a brig of sixteen guns to command that inland
water; and the port of Oswego, then a mere hamlet of some twenty
houses, was the place selected for its construction. Around it lay a
wilderness, thirty or forty miles in depth. Here the party spent the
following winter, and during it the Oneida, as the brig was called,
was finished. Early in the spring of 1809 it was launched. By that
time, however, the war-cloud had blown over, and the vessel was not
then used for the purpose for which it had been constructed. More
permanent results, however, were accomplished than the building of a
ship. The knowledge and experience which Cooper then gained was
something beyond and above what belonged to his profession. It is to
his residence on the shores of that inland sea that we owe the vivid
picture drawn of Lake Ontario in "The Pathfinder" and of the
wilderness which then surrounded it on every side.

After the completion of the Oneida, Cooper accompanied Lieutenant  (p. 012)
Woolsey on a visit to Niagara Falls. The navy records show that on the
10th of June, 1809, he was left by his commander in charge of the
gunboats on Lake Champlain. They further reveal the fact that on the
27th of September of this same year he was granted a furlough to make
a European voyage. This project for some reason was given up, as on
the 13th of November, 1809, he was ordered to the Wasp, then under the
command of Lawrence, who afterwards fell in the engagement between the
Shannon and the Chesapeake. To this officer, like himself a native of
Burlington, he was very warmly attached. The next notice of him
contained in the official records is to the effect that on the 9th of
May, 1810, permission was granted him to go on furlough for twelve
months. Whether he availed himself of it is not known. An event soon
occurred, however, that put an end to his naval career as effectively
as one had previously been put to his collegiate. An attachment had
sprung up some time before between him and a Miss DeLancey. On the 1st
of January, 1811, the couple were married at Mamaroneck, Westchester
County, New York. Cooper was then a little more than twenty-one years
old; the bride lacked very little of being nineteen.

His wife belonged to a Huguenot family, which towards the end of the
seventeenth century had fled from France, and had finally settled in
Westchester. During the Revolutionary War the DeLanceys had taken the
side of the crown against the colonies. Several of them held positions
in the British army. John Peter DeLancey, whose daughter Cooper had
married, had been himself a captain in that service. After the
recognition of American independence he went to England, but,      (p. 013)
having resigned his commission, returned in 1789 to this country, and
spent the remainder of his life at his home in Mamaroneck. The fact
that his kinsmen by marriage had belonged to the defeated party in the
Revolutionary struggle led Cooper in his writings to treat the Tories,
as they were called, with a fairness and generosity which in that day
few were disposed to show, at least in print. This tenderness is
plainly to be seen in "The Spy," written at the beginning of his
career; it is still more marked in "Wyandotte," produced in the latter
part of it, when circumstances had made him profoundly dissatisfied
with much that he saw about him. One of the last, though least heated,
of the many controversies in which he was engaged was in regard to the
conduct on a particular occasion of General Oliver DeLancey, a cousin
of his wife's father. This officer was charged unjustly, as Cooper
believed, with the brutal treatment of the American General Woodhull,
who had fallen into his hands. The discussion in regard to this point
was carried on in the "New York Home Journal" in the early part of
1848.

It seldom falls to the lot of the biographer to record a home life
more serene and happy than that which fell to the share of the man
whose literary life is the stormiest to be found in the history of
American men of letters. Cooper, like many persons of fiery temperament
and strong will, was very easily managed through his affections. In
theory he maintained the headship of man in the household in the
extremest form. He gives in several of his works no uncertain
indication of his views on that point. This only serves to make more
conspicuous the fact, which forces itself repeatedly upon the
attention, that his movements were largely, if not mainly,         (p. 014)
by his wife. This becomes noticeable at the very beginning of their
union. She was unwilling to undergo the long and frequent separations
from her husband that the profession of a naval officer would demand.
Accordingly, he abandoned the idea of continuing in it. The acceptance
of his resignation bears date the 6th of May, 1811. He had then been
regularly in the service a little less than three years and a half.

After quitting the navy Cooper led for a long time a somewhat unsettled
life. For about a year and a half he resided at Heathcote Hall,
Mamaroneck, the residence of his wife's father. He then rented a small
cottage in the neighborhood, and in this remained about a year. His
early home, however, was the spot to which his heart turned. To
Cooperstown, in consequence, he went back in 1814, taking up his
residence at a place outside the village limits, called Fenimore. He
purposed to devote his attention to agriculture, and accordingly began
at this spot the building of a large stone farm house. While it was in
process of construction his wife, anxious to be near her own family,
persuaded him to go back to Westchester. Thither in 1817 he went,
leaving his dwelling at Fenimore unfinished, and in 1823 it was
completely destroyed by fire. In Westchester, a few months after his
return, he took up his residence, in the town of Scarsdale, on what
was called the Angevine farm, from the name of a French family that
had occupied it for several generations. The site of his dwelling was
a commanding one, and gave from the south front an extensive view of
the country about it and of Long Island Sound. It remained his home
until the literary profession, upon which he unexpectedly entered, (p. 015)
forced him to leave it for New York city.

Great changes had occurred during these years, or were occurring, in
his personal surroundings. His father had died in 1809, and his mother
in 1817. Before 1820 five daughters had been born to him. The first of
these did not live to the age of two years; but the others all reached
maturity. The second, Susan Augusta, herself an authoress, became in
his later years his secretary and amanuensis, and would naturally have
written his life, had not his unfortunate dying injunction stood in
the way. A son, Fenimore, born at Angevine, in 1821, died early, and
his youngest child, Paul, now a lawyer at Albany, was not born until
after his removal to New York city. Surrounded by his growing family,
he led for the two or three years following 1817 a life that gave no
indication of what was to be his career. His thoughts were principally
directed to improving the little estate that had come into his
possession. He planted trees, he built fences, he drained swamps, he
planned a lawn. The one thing which he did not do was to write.




CHAPTER II.                                                        (p. 016)

1820-1822.


Cooper had now reached the age of thirty. Up to this time he had
written nothing, nor had he prepared or collected any material for
future use. No thought of taking up authorship as a profession had
entered his mind. Even the physical labor involved in the mere act of
writing was itself distasteful. Unexpectedly, however, he now began a
course of literary production that was to continue without abatement
during the little more than thirty years which constituted the
remainder of his life.

Seldom has a first work been due more entirely to accident than that
which he composed at the outset of his career. In his home at Angevine
he was one day reading to his wife a novel descriptive of English
society. It did not please him, and he suddenly laid down the book and
said, "I believe I could write a better story myself." Challenged to
make good his boast, he sat down to perform the task, and wrote out a
few pages of the tale he had formed in his mind. The encouragement of
his wife determined him to go on and complete it, and when completed
the advice of friends decided him to publish it. Accordingly, on the
10th of November, 1820, a novel in two volumes, entitled "Precaution,"
made its appearance in New York. In this purely haphazard way did the
most prolific of American authors begin his literary life.

The work was brought out in a bad shape, and its typographical     (p. 017)
defects were unconsciously exaggerated by Cooper in a revised edition
of it, which was published after his return from Europe. In the
preface to the latter he said that no novel of modern times had ever
been worse printed than was this story as it originally appeared. The
manuscript, he admitted, was bad; but the proof-reading could only be
described as execrable. Periods turned up in the middle of sentences,
while the places where they should have been knew them not. Passages,
in consequence, were rendered obscure, and even entire paragraphs
became unintelligible. A careful reading of the edition of 1820 will
show something to suggest, but little to justify, these sweeping
assertions. But the work has never been much read even by the admirers
of the author; and it is a curious illustration of this fact, that the
personal friend, who delivered the funeral discourse upon his life and
writings, avoided the discussion of it with such care that he was
betrayed into exposing the lack of interest he sought to hide. Bryant
confessed he had not read "Precaution." He had merely dipped into the
first edition of it, and had been puzzled and repelled by the
profusion of commas and other pauses. The non-committalism of cautious
criticism could hardly hope to go farther. Punctuation has had its
terrors and its triumphs; but this victory over the editor of a daily
newspaper must be deemed its proudest recorded achievement. The poet
went on to say that to a casual inspection the revised edition, which
Cooper afterward brought out, seemed almost another work. The
inspection which could come to such a conclusion must have been of
that exceedingly casual kind which contents itself with contemplating
the outside of a book, and disdains to open it. As a matter of     (p. 018)
fact the changes made hardly extended beyond the correction of some
points of punctuation and of some grammatical forms; it was in a few
instances only that the construction of the sentences underwent
transformation. Not an incident was altered, not a sentiment modified.

Such ignorance on the part of a contemporary and personal friend, if
it proves nothing else, shows certainly the little hold this novel has
had upon the public taste. Nevertheless, the first work of any
well-known author must always have a certain interest belonging to it,
entirely independent of any value the work may have in itself. In this
case, moreover, the character of the tale and the circumstances
attending its production are of no slight importance, when taken in
connection with the literary history of the times. It was accident
that led to the selection of the subject; but as things then were,
Cooper was not unlikely, in any event, to have chosen it or one very
similar. The intellectual dependence of America upon England at that
period is something that it is now hard to understand. Political
supremacy had been cast off, but the supremacy of opinion remained
absolutely unshaken. Of creative literature there was then very little
of any value produced: and to that little a foreign stamp was
necessary, to give currency outside of the petty circle in which it
originated. There was slight encouragement for the author to write;
there was still less for the publisher to print. It was indeed a
positive injury ordinarily to the commercial credit of a bookseller to
bring out a volume of poetry or of prose fiction which had been
written by an American; for it was almost certain to fail to pay
expenses. A sort of critical literature was struggling, or rather  (p. 019)
gasping, for a life that was hardly worth living; for its most marked
characteristic was its servile deference to English judgment and dread
of English censure. It requires a painful and penitential examination
of the reviews of the period to comprehend the utter abasement of mind
with which the men of that day accepted the foreign estimate upon
works written here, which had been read by themselves, but which it
was clear had not been read by the critics whose opinions they echoed.
Even the meekness with which they submitted to the most depreciatory
estimate of themselves was outdone by the anxiety with which they
hurried to assure the world that they, the most cultivated of the
American race, did not presume to have so high an opinion of the
writings of some one of their countrymen as had been expressed by
enthusiasts, whose patriotism had proved too much for their
discernment. Never was any class so eager to free itself from charges
that imputed to it the presumption of holding independent views of its
own. Out of the intellectual character of many of those who at that
day pretended to be the representatives of the highest education in
this country, it almost seemed that the element of manliness had been
wholly eliminated; and that along with its sturdy democracy, whom no
obstacles thwarted and no dangers daunted, the New World was also to
give birth to a race of literary cowards and parasites. With such a
state of feeling prevalent, a work of fiction that concerned America
might seem to have small chance of success with Americans themselves.
It would not, therefore, have been strange, under any circumstances,
that in beginning his career as an author Cooper should have chosen to
write a tale of English social life. The fact that he knew         (p. 020)
personally nothing about what he was describing was in itself no
insuperable objection. That ignorance was then and has since been
shared by many novelists on both sides of the water, who have treated
of the same subject. Relying upon English precedent, he might in fact
feel that he was peculiarly fitted for the task. He had cruised a few
times up and down the British channel, he had caught limited views of
British manners and customs by walking on several occasions the length
of Fleet Street and the Strand. Knowledge of America equivalent to
this would then have been regarded in England as an ample equipment
for an accurate treatise upon the social life of this country, and
even upon its existing political condition and probable future.

But much more than the choice of a foreign subject did the pretense of
foreign authorship prove the servility of feeling prevailing at that
time among the educated classes. This was in the first place, to be
sure, the result of the freak that led Cooper originally to begin
writing a novel; but it was a freak that would never have been carried
out, after publication had been decided upon, had he not been fully
aware of the fact that the least recommendation of a book to his
countrymen would be the knowledge that it was composed by one of
themselves. "Precaution" was not merely a tale of English social life,
it purported to be written by an Englishman; and it was so thoroughly
conformed to its imaginary model that it not only reëchoed the cant of
English expression, but likewise the expression of English cant. To
talk about dissenters and the establishment was natural and proper
enough in a work written ostensibly by the citizen of a country in
which there was a state church. But Cooper went much farther than  (p. 021)
this in the reflections and moral observations which are scattered up
and down the pages of this novel. These represent fairly views widely
held at the time in America, and may not impossibly express the
personal opinions he himself then entertained. He speaks in one place,
in his assumed character of an Englishman, of the solidity and purity
of our ethics as giving a superior tone to our moral feelings as
contrasted with the French. He goes out of his way to compliment
George III. One of the personages in the novel was tempted to admit
something to his credit that he did not deserve. The love of truth,
however, finally prevailed. But it was not because the man himself had
any innate love of truth, but because "he had been too much round the
person of our beloved monarch not to retain all the impressions of his
youth." Passages such as these are remarkable when we consider the
sentiments in regard to England that Cooper subsequently came to
express. If they do not show with certainty his opinions at that time,
they do show the school in which he had been brought up: they mark
clearly the extent and violence of the reaction which in after years
carried him to the opposite extreme.

In its plan and development "Precaution" was a compromise between the
purely fashionable novel and that collection of moral disquisitions of
which Hannah More's Coelebs was the great exemplar, and still remained
the most popular representative. As in most tales of high life, nobody
of low condition plays a prominent part in the story, save for the
purpose of setting off the dukes, earls, baronets, generals, and
colonels that throng its pages. A novelist in his first production
never limits his creative activity in any respect; and Cooper,     (p. 022)
moreover, knew the public well enough to be aware that a fictitious
narrative which aimed to describe aristocratic society might perhaps
succeed without much literary merit, but would be certain to fail
without an abundance of lords. The leading characters, however,
whether of higher or lower degree, are planned upon the moral model.
They either preach or furnish awful examples. It would certainly be
most unfair to an author to judge him, as in this case, by a work
which he had begun without any view to publication, and which he
afterward learned to think and to speak of slightingly. Still, though,
compared with many of his writings, "Precaution" is a novel of little
worth, it is, in some respects, a better guide to the knowledge of the
man than his better productions. The latter give evidence of his
powers; in this are shown certain limitations of his nature and
beliefs. Peculiarities, both of thought and feeling, which in his
other writings are merely suggested, are here clearly revealed. Some
of them will appear strange to those whose conception of his character
is derived from facts connected with his later life, or whose
acquaintance with his works is limited to those most celebrated.

Cooper was, by nature, a man of deep religious feeling. This disposition
had been strengthened by his training. But there is something more
than deep religious feeling exhibited in his first novel. There runs
through it a vein of pietistic narrowness, which seems particularly
unsuited to the man whom popular imagination, investing him somewhat
with the characteristics of his own creations, has depicted as a
ranger of the forests and a rover of the seas. Yet the existence of
this vein is plainly apparent, though all his surroundings would (p. 023)
seem to have been unfavorable to its birth and development. He shared,
to its fullest extent, in the jealousy which at that time, far more
than now, prevailed between the Middle States and New England. He was
strongly attached to the Episcopal Church, and he had, or fancied he
had, a keen dislike to the Puritans and their manners and creeds. To
these "religionists," as he was wont to call them, he attributed a
great deal that was ungraceful in American life, and a good deal that
was disgraceful. But the Puritan element is an irrepressible and
undying one in English character. It can be found centuries before it
became the designation of a religious body. It can be traced, under
various and varying appellations, through every period of English
history. It is not the name of a sect, it is not the mark of a creed;
it is the characteristic of a race. It is, therefore, never long put
under ban before it comes back, and takes its turn in ruling manners
and society. The revolt against it in the eighteenth century had
stripped from religion everything in the shape of sentiment, and left
it merely a business. The reaction which brought the Puritan element
again to the front was so intensified by hostility to what were called
French principles that the minor literature of the latter half of the
reign of George III. exhibits a cant of intolerance from which many of
its greatest writers were rarely great enough to be wholly free. This
influence is clearly visible in the earliest work of Cooper. There is
no charge, probably, he would have denied sooner or disliked more, but
in his nature he was essentially a Puritan of the Puritans. Their
faults and their virtues, their inconsistencies and their contradictions,
were his. Their earnestness, their intensity, their narrowness, their
intolerance, their pugnacity, their serious way of looking at      (p. 024)
human duties and responsibilities, all these elements corresponded
with elements in his own character. His, also, were their lofty ideas
of personal purity and of personal obligation, extending not merely to
the acts of the life, but to the thoughts of the heart. Like them,
moreover, he was always disposed to appeal directly to the authority
of the Supreme Being. Like them, he had perfect confidence in the
absolute knowledge he possessed of what that Being thought and wished.
Like them, he considered any controverted question as settled, if he
could once bring to bear upon the point in dispute a text beginning,
"Thus saith the Lord." No rational creature, certainly, would think of
contesting a view of the Creator, or acting contrary to a command
coming unmistakably from Him. But at this very point the difficulty
begins; and in nothing did Cooper more resemble the Puritans than in
his incapacity to see that there was any difficulty at all. It never
occurred to him that there might possibly be a vast difference between
what the Lord actually said and what James Fenimore Cooper thought the
Lord said. It is hardly necessary to add, however, that this
characteristic of mind has its advantages as well as disadvantages.

It was not unnatural, accordingly, that "Precaution" should exemplify
in many cases that narrowness of view which seeks to shape narrow
rules for the conduct of life. For its sympathy with this, one of the
most distinguishing and disagreeable features of Puritanism, the novel
has an interest which could never be aroused by it as a work of art.
Extreme sentiments are often expressed by the author in his own
person, though they are usually put into the mouths of various actors
in the story. Their especial representative is a certain Mrs.      (p. 025)
Wilson, who was clearly a great favorite of her creator, though to the
immense majority of men she would seem as disagreeably strong-minded
as most of Cooper's female characters are disagreeably weak-minded.
This lady is the widow of a general officer, who, the reader comes
heartily to feel, has, most fortunately for himself, fallen in the
Peninsular war. From her supreme height of morality she sweeps the
whole horizon of human frailties and faults, and looks down with a
relentless eye upon the misguided creatures who are struggling with
temptations to which she is superior, or are under the sway of beliefs
whose folly or falsity she has long since penetrated. In her, indeed,
there is no weak compromise with human feelings. The lesson meant to
be taught by the novel is the necessity of taking precaution in regard
to marriage. One point insisted upon again and again is the requirement
of piety in the husband. It is the duty of a Christian mother to guard
against a connection with any one but a Christian for her daughters:
for throughout the whole work the sovereign right of the parent over
the child is not merely implied, it is directly asserted. "No really
pious woman," says Mrs. Wilson, "can be happy unless her husband is in
what she deems the road to future happiness herself." When she is met
by the remark that the carrying out of this idea would give a deadly
blow to matrimony, she rises to the occasion by replying that "no man
who dispassionately examines the subject will be other than a Christian,
and rather than remain bachelors they would take even that trouble."
Nor in this was the author apparently expressing an opinion which he
did not himself hold in theory, however little he might have regarded
it in practice. He takes up the same subject in another place,     (p. 026)
when speaking in his own person. "Would our daughters," he says,
"admire a handsome deist, if properly impressed with the horror of his
doctrines, sooner than they would now admire a handsome Mohammedan?"
On the matter of Sunday observance the narrowest tenets of Puritanism
were preached, and the usual ignorance was manifested that there were
two sides to the question. Some of the incidents connected with this
subject are curious. One of the better characters in the novel asks
his wife to ride out on that day, and she reluctantly consents. This
brings at once upon the stage the inevitable Mrs. Wilson, who always
stands ready to point a moral, though she can hardly be said to adorn
the tale. She draws from the transaction the lesson that it is a
warning against marrying a person with a difference of views. In this
particular instance the respect of the man for religion had been
injurious to his wife, because "had he been an open deist, she would
have shrunk from the act in his company on suspicion of its
sinfulness." It is justice to add that many of these extreme opinions,
at least in the extreme form stated in this work, the author came
finally to outgrow if in fact he held them seriously then.

There are certain other peculiarities of Cooper's beliefs that
"Precaution" exemplifies. He has been constantly criticised for the
unvarying and uninteresting uniformity of his female characters. This
is hardly just; but it is just in the sense that there was only one
type which he ever held up to admiration. Others were introduced, but
they were never the kind of women whom he delighted to honor. Of
female purity he had the highest ideal. Deference for the female sex
as a sex he felt sincerely and expressed strongly. Along with      (p. 027)
this he seemed to have the most contemptible opinion of the ability of
the female individual to take care of herself. On the other hand, if
she had the requisite ability, the greater became his contempt; for
helplessness, in his eyes, was apparently her chiefest charm. The
Emily Moseley of his first novel is the prototype of a long line of
heroines, whose combination of propriety and incapacity places them at
the farthest possible remove from the heroic. She is worthy of special
mention here, only because in this novel he describes in detail the
desirable qualities, which in the others are simply implied. He
furnishes us, moreover, with the precise training to which she had
been subjected by her aunt, Mrs. Wilson. Accordingly, we learn both
what, in Cooper's eyes, it was incumbent for a woman to be, and what
she ought to go through in order to be that woman. A few sentences
taken at random will show the character of this heroine. She was
artless, but intelligent; she was cheerful, but pious; she was familiar
with all the attainments suitable to her sex and years. Her time was
dedicated to work which had a tendency to qualify her for the duties
of this life and fit her for the life hereafter. She seldom opened a
book unless in search of information. She never read one that
contained a sentiment dangerous to her morals, or inculcated an
opinion improper for her sex. She never permitted a gentleman to ride
with her, to walk with her, to hold with her a tête-à-tête. Nor was
this result achieved with difficulty. Though she was natural and
unaffected, the simple dignity about her was sufficient to forbid any
such request, or even any such thought in the men who had the
pleasure, or, as the reader may think, the grief, of her           (p. 028)
acquaintance. In short, she was not merely propriety personified; she
was propriety magnified and intensified. This particular heroine, who
could not consistently have read the book in which her own conduct is
described, finally disappears as the wife of an equally remarkable
earl. Her story, as it is told, however, strikingly exemplifies the
carelessness in working up details which is one of Cooper's marked
defects. The novel received its name, as has already been implied,
because it aimed to set forth the desirability of precaution in the
choice of husband or wife. What it actually taught, however, was its
undesirability. The misunderstandings, the crosses, the distresses, to
which the lovers were subjected in the tale all sprang from excess of
care, and not from lack of it; from exercising precaution where
precaution did nothing but harm.

The work excited but little attention in this country. In the following
year it was printed in England by Colburn, and was there noticed
without the slightest suspicion of its American authorship. In some
quarters it received fairly favorable mention. It could not be hid,
however, that the novel, as regarded the general public, had been a
failure. Still, it was not so much a failure that the author's friends
did not think well of it and see promise in it. They urged him to
renewed exertions. He had tried the experiment of depicting scenes he
had never witnessed, and a life he had never led. He had, in their
opinion, succeeded fairly well in describing what he knew nothing
about; they were anxious that he should try his hand at the representation
of manners and men of which and whom he knew something. Especially was
it made a matter of reproach that he, in heart and soul an         (p. 029)
American of the Americans, should have gone to a foreign land to fill
the imagination of his countrymen with pictures of a social state
alien both in feeling and fact to their own. This was an appeal of a
kind that was certain to touch Cooper sensibly; for with him love of
country was not a sentiment, it was a passion. As a sort of atonement,
therefore, for his first work, he determined to inflict, as he phrased
it, a second one upon the world. Against this there should be no
objection on the score of patriotism. He naturally turned for his
subject to the Revolution, with the details of which he was familiar
by his acquaintance with the men who had shared prominently in its
conduct, and had felt all the keenness of a personal triumph in its
success. The very county, moreover, in which he had made his home was
full of recollections. Westchester had been the neutral ground between
the English forces stationed in New York and the American army encamped
in the highlands of the Hudson. Upon it more, perhaps, than upon any
other portion of the soil of the revolted colonies had fallen the
curse of war in its heaviest form. Back and forth over a large part of
it had perpetually ebbed and flowed the tide of battle. Not a road was
there which had not been swept again and again by columns of infantry
or squadrons of horse. Every thicket had been the hiding-place of
refugees or spies; every wood or meadow had been the scene of a
skirmish; and every house that had survived the struggle had its tale
to tell of thrilling scenes that had taken place within its walls.
These circumstances determined Cooper's choice of the place and
period. Years before, while at the residence of John Jay, his host had
given him, one summer afternoon, the account of a spy that had     (p. 030)
been in his service during the war. The coolness, shrewdness,
fearlessness, but above all the unselfish patriotism, of the man had
profoundly impressed the Revolutionary leader who had employed him.
The story made an equally deep impression upon Cooper at the time. He
now resolved to take it as the foundation of the tale he had been
persuaded to write. The result was that on the 22d of December, 1821,
the novel of "The Spy" was quietly advertised in the New York papers
as on that day published.

The reader, however, would receive a very wrong idea of the feelings
with which the author began and ended this work of fiction, should he
stop short with the account that has just been given. The circumstances
attending its composition and publication are, as a matter of fact,
almost as remarkable as the story itself. They certainly present a
most suggestive picture of the literary state of America at that time.
Cooper, for his part, had not the slightest anticipation of the effect
that it was going to have upon his future. In writing it he was
carrying out the wishes of his friends full as much as his own. Nor,
apparently, did they urge the course upon him because they conceived
him capable of accomplishing anything very great or even very good.
They felt that he could produce something that was not discreditable,
and that was all that could reasonably be expected of an American.
There was no other novelist in the field. Charles Brockden Brown had
been dead several years. Irving and Paulding were writing only short
sketches. John Neal, indeed, in addition to the poems, tragedies,
reviews, newspaper articles, indexes, and histories he was turning out
by wholesale, had likewise perpetrated a novel; but it was never known
enough to justify the mention of it as having been forgotten.      (p. 031)
Here, consequently, was a vacant place that ought to be filled. Cooper
was never the man who would be eager to take a place because there was
no one else to occupy it; and the way he went at the task he had
undertaken gives indirectly a clear insight into an American author's
feelings sixty years ago. He entered upon the work not merely without
the expectation of success, but almost without the hope of it. The
novel was written very hastily; the sheets passed into the hands of
the type-setter with scarcely a correction; and so little heart had he
in the task that the first volume was printed several months before he
felt any inducement to write a line of the second. The propriety of
abandoning it entirely, under the apprehension of its proving a serious
loss, was debated. "Should chance," he said, in a later introduction
to the book, "throw a copy of this prefatory notice into the hands of
an American twenty years hence, he will smile to think that a
countryman hesitated to complete a work so far advanced, merely
because the disposition of the country to read a book that treated of
its own familiar interests was distrusted." In this respect the
difficulty of his position was made more prominent by its contrast
with that of the great novelist who was then occupying the attention
of the English-speaking world. Scott, in writing "Waverley," could
take for granted that there lay behind him an intense feeling of
nationality, which would show itself not in noisy boastfulness, but in
genuine appreciation; that with the matter of his work his countrymen
would sympathize, whatever might be their opinion as to its execution.
No such supposition could be made by Cooper; no such belief inspired
him to exertion. He might hope to create interest; he could not    (p. 032)
venture to assume its existence. One other incident connected with
the composition of this work marks even more plainly the almost
despairing attitude of his mind. While the second volume was slowly
printing, he received an intimation from his publisher that the work
might grow to a length that would endanger the profits. The author
hereupon adopted a course which is itself a proof of how much stranger
is fact than fiction. To placate the publisher and set his mind at
rest, the last chapter was written, printed, and paged, not merely
before the intervening chapters had been composed, but before they had
been fully conceived. It was fair to expect failure for a work which
no bookseller had been found willing to undertake at his own risk, and
which the author himself set about in a manner so perfunctory. The
indifference and carelessness displayed, he said afterward, were
disrespectful to the public and unjust to himself; yet they give, as
nothing else could, a vivid picture of the literary situation in
America at that time.

The reluctance and half-heartedness with which Cooper began and completed
this work stand, indeed, in sharpest contrast to the existing state of
feeling, when it is only the prayers of friends and the tears of
relatives that can prevent most of us from publishing some novel we
have already written. But almost as it were by accident he had struck
into the vein best fitted for the display of his natural powers. In it
he succeeded with little effort, where other men with the greatest
effort might have failed. The delicate distinctions that underlie
character where social pressure has given to all the same outside, it
was not his to depict. Still less could he unfold the subtle       (p. 033)
workings of motives that often elude the observation of the very
persons whom they most influence. Such a power is essential to the
success of him who seeks to delineate men as seen in conventional
society; and largely for the lack of it his first novel had been a
failure. It was only at rare intervals, also, that he showed that
precision of style and pointed method of statement which, independent
of the subject, interest the reader in men and things that are not in
themselves interesting. It was the story of adventure, using adventure
in its broadest sense, that he was fitted to tell: and fortunately for
him Walter Scott, then in the very height of his popularity, had made
it supremely fashionable. In this it is only needful to draw character
in bold outlines; to represent men not under the influence of motives
that hold sway in artificial and complex society, but as breathed upon
by those common airs of reflection and swept hither and thither by
those common gales of passion that operate upon us all as members of
the race. It is not the personality of the actors to which the
attention is supremely drawn, though even in that there is ample field
for the exhibition of striking characterization. It is the events that
carry us along; it is the catastrophe to which they are hurrying that
excites the feelings and absorbs the thoughts. There can be no greater
absurdity than to speak of this kind of story, as is sometimes done,
as being inferior in itself to those devoted exclusively to the
delineation of manners or character, or even of the subtler motives
which act upon the heart and life. As well might one say that the
"Iliad" is a poem of inferior type to the "Excursion." Again, it is
only those who think it must be easy to write what it is easy to read
who will fall into the mistake of fancying that a novel of         (p. 034)
adventure which has vitality enough to live does not owe its existence
to the arduous, though it may be largely unconscious, exercise of high
creative power. No better correction for this error can be found than
in looking over the names of the countless imitators of Scott, some of
them distinguished in other fields, who have made so signal a failure
that even the very fact that they attempted to imitate him at all has
been wholly forgotten.

"The Spy" appeared almost at the very close of 1821. It was not long
before its success was assured. Early in 1822 the newspapers were able
to assert that it had met with a sale unprecedented in the annals of
American literature. What that phrase meant is partly indicated by the
fact that it had then been found necessary to publish a second edition.
In March a third edition was put to the press; and in the same month
the story was dramatized and acted with the greatest success. Still in
the abject dependence upon foreign estimate which was the preëminent
characteristic of a large portion of the educated class of that day,
many felt constrained to wait for the judgment that would come back
from Europe before they could venture to express an opinion which they
had the presumption to call their own. Contemporary newspapers more
than once mention the relief that was afforded to many when Cooper was
spoken of in several of the English journals as "a distinguished
American novelist." This, it has been implied, was then a condition of
the public mind that no writer could dare wholly to disregard. When
the project of abandoning this novel, already half printed, was under
discussion, the principal reason that finally decided the author   (p. 035)
to persevere was the fact that his previous work had received a respectful
notice in a few English periodicals. It was thought, in consequence,
that in his new venture he would be secure from loss. Still, it is due
to his countrymen to say that it was to them alone he owed his first
success. In later years the declaration was often made that he would
never have been held in honor at home, had it not been for foreign
approbation. The assertion he himself indignantly denied. "This work,"
he said afterward, in speaking of "The Spy," "most of you received
with a generous welcome that might have satisfied any one that the
heart of this great community is sound." Certain it is that the
success of the novel was assured in America some time before the
character of its reception in Europe was known.

The printed volume was offered to the London publisher Murray, and for
terms he was referred to Irving, who was then in England. Murray gave
the novel for examination to Gifford, the editor of the "Quarterly."
By his advice it was declined,--a result that might easily have been
foretold from the hostility of the man to this country. He had made
his review an organ of the most persistent depreciation and abuse of
America and everything American. A new writer from this side of the
ocean was little likely to meet with any favor in his sight, especially
when his subject was one that from its very nature could not be
flattering to British prejudices. Murray having refused, another
publisher was found in Miller, who had also been the first to bring
out Irving's "Sketch Book." Early in 1822 the work appeared in England.
There its success was full as great as it had been in America. This novel,
in fact, made Cooper's reputation both at home and abroad. It is   (p. 036)
important to bear this in mind, because it is a common notion that it
was his delineations of Indian life that brought him his European
fame. They established it, but they did not originate it. "The Spy"
was a tale of a war, which in character was not essentially different
from any other war. So far as the story painted the incidents of a
struggle in which the English had been unsuccessful, it could have no
right to expect favor from the English public unless there was merit
in the execution of the work independent of the subject. The interest
with which it was read by a people who could not fail to find portions
of it disagreeable, who were moreover accustomed to look with contempt
upon everything of American origin, was the best proof that a novelist
had arisen whose reputation would stretch beyond the narrow limits of
nationality. This was even more strikingly seen, when it came to be
translated. If the English opinion was favorable, the French might
fairly be called enthusiastic. A version was made into that tongue in
the summer of 1822, by the translator of the Waverley Novels. In the
absolute ignorance that existed as to its authorship, the work was
ascribed by several of the Parisian papers to Fanny Wright, who
subsequently achieved a fame of her own as a champion of woman's
privileges and denouncer of woman's wrongs. In spite of its anonymous
character and of some extraordinary blunders in translation, it was
warmly received in France. From that country its reputation in no long
space of time spread in every direction; translations followed one
after another into all the cultivated tongues of modern Europe; and in
all it met the same degree of favor. Nor has lapse of time shaken
seriously its popularity. The career of success, which began sixty (p. 037)
years ago, has suffered vicissitudes, but never suspension; and to
this hour, whatever fault may be found with the work as a whole, the
name of Harvey Birch is still one of the best known in fiction. No
tale produced during the present century has probably had so extensive
a circulation; and the leading character in it has found admirers
everywhere and at times imitators. Of this latter statement a striking
illustration is given in the memoirs of Gisquet, a prefect of the French
police under Louis Philippe. In his chapter on the secret agents
employed by him during his administration, he tells the story of one
who by the information he imparted rendered important services in
preventing the outbreak of civil war. He thus describes the motives
which led the man to pursue the course he did. "Struck with the reading,"
he writes, "of one of Cooper's novels called 'The Spy,' he aspired to
the sort of ambition which distinguished the hero of that work, and
was desirous of playing in France the part which Cooper has assigned
to Harvey Birch during the American war of independence.... Harvey
Birch--for he adopted this name in all his reports--never belied his
professions of fidelity. He rendered services which would have merited
a competent fortune; but when the term of them ended, he contented
himself with asking for a humble employment, barely enough to supply
his daily necessities." The belief in the reality of the hero has,
indeed, been part of the singular fortune of the book. In his account
of Nicaragua, published in 1852, Mr. E. G. Squier furnished incidentally
interesting testimony to the truth of this statement as well as to the
wide circulation of the tale itself. At La Union, the port of San Miguel,
he stayed at the house of the commandant of the place. His         (p. 038)
apartments he found well stocked with books, and among them was this
particular novel. "The 'Espy,'" he went on to say, "of the lamented
Cooper, I may mention, seems to be better known in Spanish America
than any other work in the English language. I found it everywhere;
and when I subsequently visited the Indian pueblo of Conchagua, the
first alcalde produced it from an obscure corner of the cahildo, as a
very great treasure. He regarded it as veritable history, and thought
'Señor Birch' a most extraordinary personage and a model guerillero."




CHAPTER III.                                                       (p. 039)

1822-1826.


Cooper would have been more or less than mortal if the unexpected
success achieved by "The Spy" had not incited him to renewed effort.
It definitely determined his career, though at the time he did not
know it. As yet he was not sure in his own mind whether the favor his
book had met was the result of a lucky hit or was due to the display
of actual power. There can be no question as to the honesty of his
assertion when he published his third novel, that it depended upon
certain contingencies whether it would not be the last. But from this
time on he wrote incessantly. From 1820 to 1830, including both years,
he brought out eleven works. In many respects this was the happiest
period of his literary life as well as the most successful. During it
he produced many of his greatest creations. One decided failure he
made; but with this exception if each new story did not seem to exhibit
any new power, it at least gave no sign of weakness, or misdirection
of energy. This period is in fact so supremely the creative one of
Cooper's life as regards the conception of character and scene that
nearly all he did demands careful examination.

He first set about a task that lay near his heart. This was to describe
the scenes, the manners and customs of his native land, especially of
the frontier life in which he had been trained. In 1823,           (p. 040)
accordingly, appeared "The Pioneers," itself the pioneer of the five
famous stories, which now go collectively under the name of the
"Leather-Stocking Tales." It was a vivid and faithful picture of the
sights he had seen and the men he had met in the home of his childhood,
where as a boy he had witnessed the struggles which attend the conquest
of man over nature. In it appear in comparatively rude outlines the
personages whose names and exploits his pen was afterwards to make
famous throughout the civilized world. They are in this work of a far
less lofty type than in those which followed. "The Pioneers," in
truth, though not a poor story, is much the poorest of the series of
which it forms a part. The almost loving interest he took in the
matter about which he was writing tempted the author to indulge his
recollections at the expense of his judgment. His first novel, he said
in the prefatory address to the publisher which appeared in this one,
had been written to show that he could write a grave tale, and it was
so grave that no one would read it; the second was written to overcome
if possible the neglect of the public; but the third was written
exclusively to please himself. The story as a story suffered in
consequence from the very fascination which the subject had for his
mind. So subordinate was it made, especially in the first half, to the
description of the scenes, that the details at times become wearisome
and the interest often flags.

The expectation with which the appearance of this work was awaited is
a striking proof of the impression that the previous novel had made.
It was to have been brought out as early as the autumn of 1822. But
during the summer of that year the yellow fever ravaged New York   (p. 041)
and largely broke up for a time all kinds of business, including
printing. Causes beyond control still further delayed the publication,
and it was not until the first of February, 1823, that the book appeared.
The public curiosity, however, had been fully excited. Extracts from
it--according to a custom then prevalent in England--had been
furnished in advance to some of the newspapers, and though these were
not the most striking passages, they served to direct attention and
awaken expectation. At the close of January, announcement of the
precise date of publication was made. Success was certain from the
start; but the degree of it outran all anticipation. The evening
papers of the first of February were able to state that up to twelve
o'clock that day there had been sold three thousand five hundred
copies. Even at this period, with a population more than five times as
numerous, such a half day's sale, under similar circumstances, would
be remarkable. It is little wonder, therefore, that the newspapers of
that period felt that only largeness of type and profusion of
exclamation points could suitably record such a success.

"The Pioneers" was the first work to display a peculiarity of the author's
character, which came afterwards into marked prominence. Cooper in a
sense belonged to the school of Scott; and he was so far from denying
it that in one place he speaks of himself as being nothing more than a
chip from the former's block. But his life would have been far happier
and his success much greater had he followed in one respect the example
of him he called his master. Scott ordinarily did not read criticisms
upon his own writings; and when he did, he was careful not to let his
equanimity be seriously disturbed even by the severest attacks.    (p. 042)
of this was no doubt due to prudence; but a good deal of it to contempt.
For of all the rubbish that time shoots into the wallet of oblivion,
contemporary criticism runs about the least chance of being rescued
from the forgetfulness into which it has been thrust. This is a result
entirely independent of its goodness or badness. If the criticism is
both destructive and just, the very death of the subject against which
it is directed causes it to perish in the ruin it has brought about.
If it is unjust, it is certain to be speedily forgotten, unless he who
suffers from it takes the pains to perpetuate its memory, or some later
investigator drags it from its obscurity for the sake of pointing out
its absurdity. The creative literature of the past is the utmost the
present can be expected to read. Its critical literature, however
celebrated in its day, is looked upon with contempt, or at best with a
patronizing approval, by the following age, which is always confident
that it at least has reached the supreme standard of correct taste,
and asks no aid in making up its judgments from those who have gone
before. But the philosophy which shows this to be true never lessened
one iota the pain which the man of sensitive nature suffers. The
extent to which Cooper was affected by hostile criticism is something
remarkable, even in the irritable race of authors. He manifested under
it the irascibility of a man not simply thin-skinned, but of one whose
skin was raw. Meekness was never a distinguishing characteristic of
his nature; and attack invariably stung him into defiance or
counter-attack. Unfriendly insinuations contained in obscure journals
could goad him into remarks upon them, or into a reply to them, which
at this date is the only means of preserving the original charge.  (p. 043)
It was in his prefaces that he was apt to express his resentment most
warmly, for he well knew that this was the one part of a book which
the reviewer is absolutely certain to read. In these he frequently
took occasion to point out to the generation of critical vipers the
various offenses of which they were guilty, the stupidities that
seemed to belong to their very nature, and that utter lack of literary
skill which prevented them from giving a look of sense to the most
plausible nonsense they concocted. By Cooper, indeed, the preface was
looked upon not as a place to conciliate the reader, but to hurl scorn
at the reviewer. In his hands it became a trumpet from which he blew
from time to time critic-defying strains, which more than made up in
vigor for all they lacked in prudence. This characteristic was early
manifested. In the short preface to the second edition of "The Spy,"
he could not refrain from referring to the friends who had given him
good advice, and who had favored him with numberless valuable hints,
by the help of which the work might be made excellent. But it is the
letter to the publisher, with which "The Pioneers" originally opened,
that was the first of his regular warlike manifestoes. Though not very
long, two thirds of it was devoted to the men who had publicly found
fault with his previous works. He pointed out their discrepancies in
taste and the metaphysical obscurity of their opinions. At the
conclusion he wrote a sentence which some of them never forgot. He
told his publisher that to him alone he should look for the only true
account of the reception of his book. "The critics," said he in
continuation, "may write as obscurely as they please, and look much
wiser than they are; the papers may puff and abuse as their        (p. 044)
changeful humors dictate; but if you meet me with a smiling face I
shall at once know that all is essentially well."

Little notice, however, was taken at the time of Cooper's preference
of the public opinion which showed itself in buying his books, to that
which made it its chief aim to teach him how they ought to be written.
The country was too pleased with him and too proud of him to pay any
special attention to these momentary ebullitions of dissatisfaction.
On his part so great had now become his literary activity, that before
"The Pioneers" was published he had set to work upon a new novel, of a
kind of which he can justly be described as the creator, and in which
he was to be followed by a host of imitators.

At a dinner party in New York in 1822, at which Cooper was present,
the authorship of the Waverley Novels, still a matter of some
uncertainty, came up for discussion. In December of the preceding year
"The Pirate" had been published. The incidents in this story were
brought forward as a proof of the thorough familiarity with sea-life
of him, whoever he was, that had written it. Such familiarity Scott
had never had the opportunity to gain in the only way it could be
gained. It followed, therefore, that the tale was not of his composition.
Cooper, who had never doubted the authorship of these novels, did not
at all share in this view. The very reasons that made others feel
uncertain led him to be confident. To one like him whose early life
had been spent on top-gallant yards and in becketing royals, it was
perfectly clear that "The Pirate" was the work of a landsman and not
of a sailor. Not that he denied the accuracy of the descriptions so
far as they went. The point that he made was that with the same    (p. 045)
materials far greater effects could and would have been produced,
had the author possessed that intimate familiarity with ocean-life
which can be his alone whose home for years has been upon the waves.
He could not convince his opponents by argument. He consequently
determined to convince them by writing a sea-story.

We who are familiar with the countless hosts of novels of this nature
that have swarmed and are still swarming from the press, cannot realize
the apparent peril which at that time existed in this undertaking. No
work of the kind, such as he now projected, had ever yet been
published. Sailors, indeed, had been introduced into fiction, notably
by Smollett, but in no case had there been exhibited the handling and
movements of vessels, and the details of naval operations. During the
last half-century we have been so surfeited with the sea-story in
every form, that most of us have forgotten the fact of its late
origin, and that it is to Cooper that it owes its creation. That he
created it was not due to any encouragement from others. He had plenty
of judicious friends to warn him from the undertaking. Sailors, he was
told, might understand and appreciate it, but no one else would.
Minute detail, moreover, was necessary to render it intelligible to
seamen, and to landsmen it would be both unintelligible and
uninteresting on account of the technicalities which must inevitably
be found in minute detail. A reputation already well established would
be sunk in the treacherous element he was purposing to describe.
Cooper persisted in his purpose, but he could not fail to be disturbed
by the unfavorable auguries that met him on every side. These naturally
had the more weight, as they came from men who were attached to    (p. 046)
him personally, and who were honestly solicitous for his fame. He was at
one time almost inclined to give up the project. But a critical English
friend to whom he submitted a portion of the manuscript was delighted
with it. In this man's judgment and taste Cooper felt so great confidence
that he was induced to persevere. Moreover, to try the effect upon the
more peculiar public of seamen, he read an extract to one of his old
shipmates, who was also a relative. This was the account of the
war-vessel working off shore in a gale. The selection was certainly a
happy one. The literature of the sea presents no more thrilling chapter
than that which, describing the passage of the great frigate through
the narrow channel, gives every detail with such vividness and power
that the most unimaginative cannot merely see ship, shore, and foaming
water, but almost hear the roaring of the wind, the creaking of the
cordage, and the dashing of the waves against the breakers. As he read
on the listener's interest kept growing until he was no longer able to
remain quiet. Rising from his seat he paced up and down the room
furiously until the chapter was finished. Then half ashamed of the
excitement into which he had been betrayed, he avenged himself just as
if he were a professional reviewer by indulging in a bit of special
criticism: "It's all very well," he burst out, "but you have let your
jib stand too long, my fine fellow." For once Cooper heeded advice. "I
blew it out of the bolt-rope," said he, "in pure spite;" and blown out
of the bolt-rope the jib appears in the tale.

He now felt reasonably confident of success, and any doubt that might
have lingered in his mind was at once swept away by the favorable
reception the work met when it came out. Its publication was for   (p. 047)
a while delayed. Early in the summer of 1823 the first volume had been
finished and a portion of the second, but any further progress was checked
for the time by an affliction that then befell the author. On the 5th of
August his youngest child, Fenimore, then little less than two years old,
died at the family residence in Beach Street, New York, and this calamity
was followed by illness of his own. "The Pilot," in consequence, though
bearing the date of 1823, was not actually furnished to the trade until
the 7th of January, 1824. Its success, both in this country and in
Europe, was instantaneous. Far-sighted men saw at once that a new
realm had been added to the domain of fiction. "The Pilot" is indeed
not only the first of Cooper's sea-stories in point of time, but if we
regard exclusively the excellence of detached scenes, it may perhaps
be justly styled the best of them all. At any rate its place in the
highest rank of this species of fiction cannot be disputed, and in
spite of the multitude of similar works that have followed in its wake
and which have had their seasons of temporary popularity, its hold
upon the public has never been lost.

Cooper was without question exceptionally fortunate in the materials
with which he had to deal. He was never under the necessity of getting
up with infinite toil what the modern novelist terms his local coloring.
This existed for him ready made. He had only to call to mind the men he
had himself met, the hazards he had run, the life he had lived, to be
furnished with all the incidents and scenes and characters that were
capable of being wrought into romance. His descriptions both of forest
and of sea have all that vividness and reality which cannot well be given
save by him who has threaded at will every maze of the one and     (p. 048)
tossed for week after week upon the billows of the other. Moreover, in
this particular case, while he satisfied his patriotic feeling in the
choice of the time, he displayed great judgment in the selection of
the hero. The pilot, though never named, we know to be the extraordinary
and daring adventurer, John Paul Jones, and the period is of course
the American Revolution. In his literary art, likewise, Cooper has never
been equaled by his imitators. Provided he could create the desired
effect, he dared to let the reader remain in ignorance of the details
he introduced. Enough of technicality was brought in to satisfy the
professional seaman, but not so much as to distract the attention of
the landsman from the main movement of the story. Contented with this
the author did not seek to explain to the latter what he could not
well understand without having served personally before the mast. From
this rule he never varied, save in the few cases where the interest of
the tale could be better served by imparting information than by
withholding it. He had a full artistic appreciation of the impressiveness
of the unknown. For, in stories of this kind, the vagueness of the
reader's knowledge adds to the effect upon his mind, because, while he
sees that mighty agencies are at work in perilous situations, his very
ignorance of their exact nature deepens the feeling of awe they are of
themselves calculated to produce. The wise reticence of Cooper in this
respect can be seen by contrasting it with the prodigality of information,
contained in more than one modern sea-novel, in which the whole action
of the story is arrested to explain a technical operation with the result
that the ordinary reader finds the explanation more unintelligible than
the technical operation itself.

Still, in spite of the excellence of the tales which had followed  (p. 049)
it, "The Spy" continued with the majority of readers to be the most popular
of his works. This fact, coupled with his intense love of country, led
him to turn once more for a subject to his native land and to the period
in the description of which he had won his first fame. He formed, in
fact, a plan of writing a series of works of fiction, the scenes of
which should be laid in the various colonies that had shared in the
Revolutionary struggle. In pursuance of this scheme, his next work was
projected. In February, 1825, appeared "Lionel Lincoln, or the Leaguer
of Boston." The first edition had a preliminary title-page, which
contained the inscription, "Legends of the Thirteen Republics,"
followed by this quotation from Hamlet--

  "I will fight with him upon this theme
  Until my eyelids will no longer wag."

When the plan he had conceived was given up, this addition naturally
disappeared with it. Nothing that industry could do was spared by Cooper
to make this work a success. On this account as well as for its
reception by the public it stands in marked contrast to "The Spy." In
the preparation of it he studied historical authorities, he read state
papers, he pored over official documents of all kinds and degrees of
dreariness. To have his slightest assertions in accordance with fact,
he examined almanacs, and searched for all the contemporary reports as
to the condition of the weather. He visited Boston in order to go over
in person the ground he was to make the scene of his story. As a result
of all this labor he has furnished us an admirable description of the
engagement at Concord Bridge, of the running fight of Lexington,   (p. 050)
and of the battle of Bunker's Hill. Of the last, it is, according to
the sufficient authority of Bancroft, the best account ever given. At
this point praise must stop. New England was always to Cooper an
ungenial clime, both as regards his creative activity and his critical
appreciation. The moment he touched its soil, his strength seemed to
abandon him. Whatever excellencies this particular work displayed,
they were not the excellencies of a novel. Accuracy of detail, even in
historical romance, is only a minor virtue. The modern reader is,
indeed, often inclined to doubt whether it is a virtue at all now that
modern research is constantly showing that so much we have been wont
to look upon as fact is nothing more than fable. So superior is the
imagination of man turning out to his memory that one is tempted to
fancy that instead of going to history for our fiction we shall yet
have to turn about and go to fiction for our history.

"Lionel Lincoln" is certainly one of Cooper's most signal failures. In
writing it he had attempted to do what it did not lie in the peculiar
nature of his powers to accomplish. It is the story of crime long hidden
from the knowledge of men, but dogging with unceasing activity the
memories of those concerned in it. But the secret chambers of the soul
into which the guilty man never looks willingly, Cooper could neither
enter himself nor lay bare to others. Remorse that gnaws incessantly at
every activity of the spirit, the consciousness of sin that haunts the
heart and hangs like a burden upon the life, can never well be depicted
save by him whose words suggest more than they reveal. Cooper was not
a writer of this kind. He belonged to that class of literary artists
who convey their precise meaning by exactness and fullness of      (p. 051)
detail. The vagueness and indefiniteness with which this story abounds
is not, therefore, that impressive obscurity which springs from the
mysterious; it is, on the contrary, the obscurity of the unintelligible
and absurd. In all of Cooper's novels, it is a fault that the
characters are often represented as acting without sufficient motive.
In the story of adventure this can be pardoned, or at least overlooked;
for freak plays an important part in determining the movements of many
of us. It is not so, however, in tales containing a plot similar to
that of "Lionel Lincoln." The mind revolts at finding the actors in
the drama represented as having committed monstrous crimes, without
any reason that is worth mentioning. This radical defect in the plan
is not counterbalanced by any felicity in the execution. Many of the
incidents are more than improbable, they are impossible. The style,
likewise, is labored, and the conversations combine the two undesirable
peculiarities of being both stilted and dull. The characters, female
or male, are in no case successfully drawn. The inferior ones, introduced
to amuse, serve only to depress the reader. The hero in the course of
the tale does several absurd things; but he finally surpasses himself
by hurrying away from the woman he loves, without her knowledge,
immediately after he has been joined to her in marriage. The
representation of the half-witted Job--a character upon which the
author clearly labored hard--neither arouses interest nor touches the
heart. It is, indeed, impossible to feel much sympathy with one
particular imbecile, no matter how patriotic, in a story where most of
the actors are represented as acting like idiots.

Nevertheless, his reputation and the real excellence of the battle (p. 052)
battle scenes, saved this work from seeming at the time so much of a
failure as it actually was. Certainly whatever loss of credit he may
have sustained as the result of writing "Lionel Lincoln," was much
more than made up by the success of the tale that followed. In 1824 he
had gone on an excursion to Saratoga, Lake George, and Lake Champlain,
with a small party of English gentlemen. One of these was Mr. Stanley,
the future Lord Derby. As they reached Glens Falls and were examining
the caverns made by the river at that spot, Mr. Stanley told Cooper
that here ought to be laid the scene of a romance. In reply, the
novelist assured him that a book should be written in which these
caverns should have a place. The promise was fulfilled. On the 4th of
February, 1826, "The Last of the Mohicans" made its appearance. It was
composed the previous year in a little cottage then situated in a
quiet, open country, on which now stands the suburban village of
Astoria. A severe illness attacked Cooper during its progress; but
whatever effect it had upon his physical frame, it certainly did not
impair in the slightest his intellectual force. The success of the
work was both instantaneous and prodigious. Owing, perhaps, to the
novelty of the scenes and characters, it was even greater in Europe
than in America. But there was no lack of appreciation in his own
land. In the estimation of his countrymen, the novel at once took its
place at the head of his productions. An incidental fact will not only
make clear its success, but the state of the book trade at that time.
The demand for the work soon became so great and so persistent, that
in April it was decided to stereotype it.

It deserved fully the success it gained. Of all the novels written (p. 053)
by Cooper, "The Last of the Mohicans" is the one in which the interest
not only never halts, but never sinks. It is, indeed, an open question,
whether a higher art would not have given more breathing-places in this
exciting tale, in which the mind is hurried without pause from
sensation to sensation. But this is a fault, if it be a fault, which
the reader will always forgive, whatever the critic may say. The
latter, indeed, can see much to blame if he look at the work purely as
an artistic creation. He can find improbability of action,
insufficiency of motive, and feebleness of outline in many of the
leading characters. But these are minor drawbacks. They sink into
absolute insignificance when compared with the wealth of power
displayed. As they are unable to retard the unflagging interest with
which the story is read, so they do not essentially modify the
estimation of it after it has been read.

In this work two great achievements were accomplished by Cooper. The
first was the idealization of the white hunter whom he had described
in "The Pioneers." No one can read the two novels in succession without
seeing at once how much Leather-Stocking has gained in dignity. In
thought and feeling and habits he is essentially the same; but there
was given to his character a poetic elevation which raised it at once
to the front rank of the creations of the imagination, and will make
it imperishable with English literature. As he appears in "The Pioneers"
he is merely an old man who has made his home in the hills in advance
of the tide of settlement. He is the solitary hunter who views with
dislike clearings and improvements, who cannot breathe freely in streets,
who hates the sight of masses of men, who looks with especial loathing
upon the civilization whose first work is to fell the trees he has (p. 054)
learned to love, whose first exercise of power is to draw the network
of the law around the freedom and irresponsibility of forest life.
Though full of a simple and somewhat sententious morality, he is
querulous, irritable, ignorant. But in "The Last of the Mohicans,"
while the man continues the same, the aspect he presents is wholly
different. All that is weak in his character is in the background; all
that is best and strongest comes to the front. He is in the prime of
life. Ignorant he still remains of the ways of the world as found in
the settlements; but there is no trace of discontent or fretfulness.
He has full room for the exercise of his native virtues, and in the
character of the acute and daring scout he finds no superior. To him
forest and sky are an open book. Knowledge is conveyed to his ears in
every sound that breaks the stillness of the summer woods; and to his
eyes scarred rock and riven pine and the deserted nest of the eagle
have made the paths of the wilderness as plain as the broadest highway.
Nor are his moral qualities inferior to his purely professional. His
coolness never deserts him, his resources never fail him, and along
with the versatility that is never at a loss in the presence of the
unexpected is the resolution that never flinches at the approach of
the perilous.

This delineation has always met with unqualified praise. But the
idealization of the Indian character as seen in Chingachcook and Uncas
has been the subject of much controversy. This is not the place to
express an opinion upon the truth of the representation. It is enough
to say here that the view Cooper took was not hastily formed, nor was
it the result of accidental prejudices. He studied all the sources of
information accessible at that time which threw light upon the     (p. 055)
Indian character. He visited the deputations from the various tribes
that passed through the state of New York on their way to the national
capital. In some instances he followed them to Washington. It is
obvious that to a man of his poetic temperament they may have appeared
in a different light from what they did to the ordinary government
agent. Certainly he never found reason to modify his views, though he
was familiar with the criticism made upon them. Toward the close of
his life he took occasion to reaffirm them. It is also to be added
that if he gave especial prominence to certain virtues, real or
imaginary, of the Indian race, he was equally careful not to pass over
their vices. Most of the warriors he introduces are depicted as
crafty, bloodthirsty, and merciless. But whether his representation be
true or false, it has from that time to this profoundly affected
opinion. Throughout the whole civilized world the conception of the
Indian character, as Cooper drew it in "The Last of the Mohicans" and
still further elaborated it in the later "Leather-Stocking Tales," has
taken permanent hold of the imaginations of men. Individuals may cast
it off; but in the case of the great mass it stands undisturbed by
doubt or unshaken by denial. This much can be said in its favor
irrespective of the question of its accuracy. If Cooper has given to
Indian conversation more poetry than it is thought to possess, or to
Indian character more virtue, the addition has been a gain to
literature, whatever it may have been to truth.




CHAPTER IV.                                                        (p. 056)

1826-1830.


With the publication of "The Last of the Mohicans," Cooper's popularity
was at its height. His countrymen were proud of him, proud that he had
chosen his native land as the scene of his stories, proud that he had in
consequence extended among all cultivated peoples its fame as well as his
own. His works were more than read. They were in most cases dramatized
and acted as soon as published. Artists vied in making incidents depicted
in them the subjects of their paintings. Poems, founded upon them or
connected in some way with them, made their appearance in the newspapers.
If in many cases these things were in themselves of no value, they at
least served to show the widespread popular interest which his writings
had aroused. Moreover, his reputation was far from being limited to his
own land. No other American, before or since, has enjoyed so wide a
contemporary popularity. Irving may have been on the whole a greater
favorite in England; but if so, it was largely due to the fact that the
subjects upon which he was employed were of special interest to English
readers, and his manner of treating them was flattering to English
prejudices. But the Continental fame of Cooper was unrivaled, and
indeed could fairly be said to hold its own with that of Walter Scott.
Long before he went to Europe himself, his works appeared          (p. 057)
simultaneously in America, England, and France. They were speedily
translated into German and Italian, and in most instances soon found
their way into the other cultivated tongues of Europe. Everywhere his
ability had been recognized by those whose approbation, if it could
not confer immortality, was certain to bring with it temporary applause.
The admiration expressed for him was far less marked in England than
upon the Continent; but even there it could often be termed cordial.
It came, too, from those who, whatever estimation we may give to their
praise, did not praise lightly. From Miss Edgeworth he received
personally a tribute to his success in delineating the characters in
which her own reputation had been largely won. On reading "The Spy,"
she sent him a message, that she liked Betty Flanigan particularly,
and that no Irish pen could have drawn her better. Scott had been much
struck by the scenes and personages depicted in "The Pilot," the novel
he first read, and predicted at once the success of the sea-story and
of its creator. Many there were, even in England, who looked upon
Cooper as being equal to the great master of historical romance. "Have
you read the American novels?" wrote in November, 1824, Mary Russell
Mitford to a friend. "In my mind they are as good as anything Sir Walter
ever wrote. He has opened fresh ground, too (if one may say so of the sea).
No one but Smollett has ever attempted to delineate the naval character;
and then his are so coarse and hard. Now this has the same truth and power
with a deep, grand feeling.... Imagine the author's boldness in taking
Paul Jones for a hero, and his power in making one care for him! I envy
the Americans their Mr. Cooper.... There is a certain Long Tom who (p. 058)
appears to me the finest thing since Parson Adams." Subsequently, in
July, 1826, she spoke thus of "The Last of the Mohicans," in a letter
to Haydon: "I like it," she wrote, "better than any of Scott's, except
the three first and 'The Heart of Mid-Lothian.'" The praise, indeed,
given both then and at a later period, may often seem extravagant. In
a passage written in 1835, Barry Cornwall, not merely content with
putting Cooper at the head of all American authors, added that he may
"dare competition with almost any writer whatever."

It need hardly be said that opinions such as these were not to be found
generally in the English literary periodicals. Cooper's name was not
even mentioned in the great reviews until his fame had been secured
without their aid. The success which he won in Great Britain was not
due in the slightest to the professional critics. These men fancied
they had exhausted the power of panegyric when they went so far as to
term him the American Scott. This fact was triumphantly paraded at a
later period by a writer in Blackwood, presumably Wilson, as one of
the convincing proofs of the untruthfulness of the charge made by
Barry Cornwall, that authors from this country were treated with
systematic unfairness in English reviews. "Were we ever unjust to
Cooper?" he asked. "Why, people call him the American Scott." This
sort of patting on the back was thought a proud illustration of the
generosity of the British character, and as putting the recipient of
it under obligations of everlasting gratitude.

There is no doubt, indeed, that the reputation of Cooper suffered all
his life by the constant comparison that was made between him and  (p. 059)
the great Scotch writer. It was to a certain extent inevitable; but it
was none the less unfortunate. He could never be judged by what he did;
it was always by the fanciful test of how some one else would have done
it. This was even more true of his own country than of England. Scott's
popularity was greater here than it was anywhere else. There was a
feeling akin almost to moral reprobation expressed against any one who
should presume to fancy that the best work of any native author could
equal the poorest that Scott put forth. The Continental opinion which
at that time often reckoned the American novelist as equal, if not
superior to his British contemporary, seemed to men here like a
profanation. It was, indeed, so said in direct terms.

Comparison with Scott, therefore, always put the one compared at a great
disadvantage. This, however, is a method of judging that is necessary
to some and easy to all. Genuine appreciation demands study and thought.
For these comparison is a cheap substitute. To call Cooper the American
Scott in compliment in the days of his popularity, and in derision in the
days of his unpopularity, was a method of criticism which enabled men to
praise or undervalue without taking the trouble to think. Stories were
invented and set in circulation of how he himself rejoiced in being so
designated. Great, accordingly, was the indignation felt and expressed
by these gentry at the presumption of the American author, when at a
later period he asserted that so far from taking pride in the title,
it merely gave him just as much gratification as any nickname could
give a gentleman.

It would be, moreover, far from truth to say that in this most     (p. 060)
prosperous portion of his career his popularity was unmixed in his own
country. Even then his success had aroused a good deal of envy. In 1823
he was attacked, in common with many prominent citizens of New York,
in a satire called "Gotham and the Gothamites." This was the work of a
man of the name of Judah, who, in 1822, had published a dramatic poem
styled "Odofried the Outcast." The title was ominous of the fate which
the production met. The author naturally felt that the age was
unappreciative. To relieve his mind he wrote eleven or twelve hundred
lines of fresh drivel, in which he assailed everything and everybody.
The satire was of that dreadful kind which requires notes and commentaries
to point out who is hit and what is meant; and the annotation, as is
usual in such cases, took up much more space than the text. This
work--for which the author was sent to jail, though a lunatic asylum
would have been a far fitter place--is only of interest here because
it bears direct and positive evidence to the fact that at this time
Cooper was the most widely read of American authors.

But jealousy of his fame could be found among men of much higher
pretensions than this wretched poetaster. "The North American Review"
had at that time been ponderously revolving through space for several
years. It was then a periodical respectable, classical, and dull, all
three in an eminent degree. Towards Cooper it struggled in a feeble
way to be just, but for all that it was the exponent of a distinctly
unfriendly feeling. Among individuals a conspicuous representative of
this hostility was the poet Percival. He could not endure the reputation
which the novelist had acquired. Percival was a man of a good deal of
ability, of a great deal of knowledge, and of an inexhaustible     (p. 061)
capacity of spinning out verse, never rising much above, nor falling
much below mediocrity, which, if mere quantity were the only element
to be considered, would have justified him in contracting to produce
enough to constitute of itself a national literature. As he invariably
proved himself entirely destitute of common sense in his ordinary
conduct, he was led to fancy that he was not merely a man of ability,
but a man of genius; and during the whole of his life he perpetually
posed as that most intolerable of literary nuisances, a man of
unappreciated genius. In spite of the fact that he had been hospitably
entertained and befriended by Cooper, he could not be satisfied, because
their common publisher looked upon the latter as the "greatest literary
genius in America." The reception given by the public to the "long, dirty,
straggling tales" of the novelist disgusted him. "I ask nothing," he wrote
in April, 1823, "of a people who will lavish their patronage on such a
vulgar book as "The Pioneers." They and I are well quit. They neglect me,
and I despise them." In a later letter he returned to this work. "It might
do," he said, "to amuse the select society of a barber's shop or a
porter-house. But to have the author step forward on such stilts and claim
to be the lion of our national literature, and fall to roaring himself and
set all his jackals howling (S. C. & Co.) to put better folks out of
countenance--why 'tis pitiful, 'tis wondrous pitiful at least for the
country that not only suffers it but encourages it." Percival, indeed, his
biographer tells us, was subsequently urged to contribute to "The North
American Review" a critical article on "The Prairie," in which simple
justice was to be done to Cooper--which phrase had, of course, its (p. 062)
usual meaning, that injustice was to be done him. The poet's customary
indecision prevailed, however; the country was spared this exhibition
of spiteful incapacity, and the novelist was left to stumble along in
uncertainty as to his precise position among men of letters.

Not but there were plenty of men anxious to show it. Especially was this
true of that class which looked upon it as the supreme effort of critical
judgment to exaggerate the value of everything written in Europe and
depreciate everything of native origin. There was a prevailing belief
among those who mistook their own individual impotence for the incapacity
of a whole people, that nothing good could come out of America. Many
showed their faith by their conduct. In 1834, Cooper himself said that
he knew of several instances in which persons had not read anything he
had written for the avowed reason that nothing worth reading could be
written by one of their countrymen. To all of these it was a subject of
some perplexity and of more annoyance that his works should be, if
anything, more popular in Europe than they were in his native land. To
account for this fact various sage reasons were early suggested and are
still occasionally heard. One of these has always been particularly
common. This was that it was the novelty of the scenes and characters
depicted that attracted attention and not the ability shown in depicting
them. At any rate, they wished it understood that if he satisfied the
European, he did not satisfy the native world: for if creative power had
been denied us, we could at least show that as a compensation we had
been supplied with a double portion of refined taste. Speaking in behalf
of the American people, these critics expressed anxiety that       (p. 063)
neither at home nor abroad should Cooper be regarded as obtaining the
unqualified admiration or attaining the lofty ideal of "all of us."
Against any such impression they entered their humble protest. All that
lay in their power should be done to counteract it. This is no one-sided
statement of opinions then expressed. These very sentiments in almost
these very words can be found in reviews of that period.

Cooper at the time of writing his first novel was dwelling at Angevine.
When the success of the second made it probable that he would continue
for a while his career as an author, and possibly devote his life to it,
the necessity arose of changing his residence. His country home was
about five and twenty miles from the city, but twenty-five miles in
those days of limited mail facilities and limited means of communication
was a distance not to be tolerated. Accordingly, in 1822 he moved into
New York. Either there or in its suburbs he dwelt until his departure
for Europe. Here his youngest child, Paul, was born in 1824, and here,
as has already been mentioned, his infant son Fenimore died. His talents
and his reputation gave him at once a leading position in society. Nor
were his associates inferior men. He founded a club which included on
its rolls the residents of New York then best known in literature and
law, science and art. The names of many will be even more familiar to
our ears than they were to those of their contemporaries. All forms of
intellectual activity were represented. To this club belonged, among
others, Chancellor Kent the jurist; Verplanck, the editor of Shakespeare;
Jarvis the painter; Durand the engraver; DeKay the naturalist; Wiley the
publisher; Morse the inventor of the electric telegraph; Halleck and
Bryant, the poets. It was sometimes called after the name of its   (p. 064)
founder; but it more commonly bore the title of the "Bread and Cheese
Lunch." It met weekly, and Cooper, whenever he was in the city, was
invariably present. More than that, he was the life and soul of it.
Though kept up for a while after his departure from the country, it was
only a languishing existence it maintained, and even this speedily ended
in death.

His pecuniary situation had been largely improved by his literary
success. The pressure upon his means had in fact been one of the main
reasons, if not the main reason, that had led him to contemplate
pursuing a literary life. The property left by his father had gradually
dwindled in value, partly through lack of careful uninterrupted
management. His elder brothers, on whom the administration of the estate
had successively devolved, had died. The result was, that he found
himself without the means which in his childhood he might justly have
looked forward to possessing. So far from being a man of wealth he was
in the earlier part of his literary career a poor man. From any
difficulties, however, into which he may have fallen he was more than
retrieved by the success of what he wrote. Precisely what was the sale
of his books, or how much he received for their sale, it would be hard
and perhaps impossible now to tell. He was careless himself about
preserving any records of such facts. But, besides this natural
indifference, he seemed to resent any public reference to the price paid
him for his writings as an unauthorized intrusion into his personal
affairs. Allusions even to the amount of his receipts he apparently
regarded as springing not so much from a feeling of pride in his
success, as from a desire to represent him as being under great    (p. 065)
obligations to his countrymen. In some instances he was certainly correct
in so regarding it. On one occasion after his return from Europe, he
denied the truth of an assertion made in a newspaper, as to the amount
he derived from the sale of each of his novels. "It remains for the
public to decide," said he, "whether it will tolerate or not this
meddling with private interests by any one who can get the command of a
little ink and a few types." In the prefatory address to the publisher
which appeared in the first edition of "The Pioneers," he made the
statement, that the success of "The Spy," should always remain a secret
between themselves. This reticence and dislike of publicity continued
throughout the whole of his career. It extended to everything connected
with his writings. Our knowledge on these points is, therefore, both
scanty and uncertain. The size of the editions has never been given to
the public. The sale of "The Pioneers" on the morning of its publication
has already been noticed; and there are contemporary newspaper
statements to the effect that the first edition of "The Red Rover"
consisted of five thousand copies, and that this was exhausted in a few
days. But it is only from incidental references of this kind, which can
rarely be relied upon absolutely, that we at this late day are able to
gain any specific information whatever.

He was unquestionably helped in the end, however, by what in the
beginning threatened to be a serious if not insuperable obstacle. He was
unable to get any one concerned in the book trade to assume the risk of
bringing out "The Spy." That had to be taken by the author himself. In
the case of this novel, we know positively that Cooper was not only the
owner of the copyright, but of all the edition; that he gave       (p. 066)
directions as to the terms on which the work was to be furnished to the
booksellers, while the publishers, Wiley & Halsted, had no direct
interest in it, and received their reward by a commission. It is evident
that under this arrangement his profits on the sale were far larger than
would usually be the case. Whether he followed the same method in any of
his later productions, there seems to be no means of ascertaining. Wiley,
however, until his death, continued to be his publisher. "The Last of
the Mohicans" went into the hands of Carey & Lea of Philadelphia; and
this firm, under various changes of name, continued to bring out the
American edition of his novels until the year 1844. It was from the
sales in this country that most of the income from his books was derived.
England, indeed, brought him a large sum, at least up to the passage of
the copyright law of 1838; but he gained little pecuniary benefit from
the wide circulation of his works on the European continent, whatever
may have been the renown. In regard to France, he said in 1834 after his
return, that he had paid in taxes to the government of that country,
during his different residences in it, considerably more money than was
obtained from the sales of the sheets of fourteen books. In Germany,
where his writings had an immense circulation, his receipts were still
less.

But whatever may have been the precise amount acquired by the sale of
his works, it was sufficient to pay off heavy debts incurred by others,
but which he was compelled to assume, to put him in an independent
position and justify him in determining to fulfill a long-cherished
desire of spending some time in Europe. Accordingly on the 1st     (p. 067)
of June, 1826, he sailed with his family--consisting, with the servants,
of ten persons--from the port of New York. On the 5th of November, 1833,
he landed there on his return. His original intention was to be gone for
but five years. To the fixing of this particular time he was apparently
influenced by a remark of Jefferson, that no American should remain away
for a longer period from the country, because if he did, so rapid were
the changes, its facts would have got wholly beyond his knowledge. His
absence actually extended to a little less than seven years and a half.
Most of this time was spent in France. From Henry Clay, then Secretary
of State, he had received the appointment of consul at Lyons. He had
asked for it, because he did not wish to have the appearance of
expatriating himself; for as the service was then conducted, such a post
involved no duties and brought in no returns. His commission bears date
the 10th of May, 1826. Even this nominal position he gave up after
holding it between two and three years. No resignation of his is on file
in the State Department; but a successor was appointed on the 15th of
January, 1829. He threw up the place because he had come to entertain
the conviction that gross abuses existed in the system of foreign
appointments, and it became him to set an example of the principles he
professed.

It may be well at this point to furnish an outline sketch of his various
residences in Europe. The voyage from America lasted about a month; and
after staying a few days in England he passed over to France, on the
soil of which he first set foot on the 18th of July, 1826. Either in
Paris or its immediate neighborhood he remained until February, 1828,
when he crossed over to England. Leaving London early in June,     (p. 068)
he went back to France by the way of Holland and Belgium. In July, 1828,
he left Paris for Switzerland, and took up his residence near Berne.
After spending some weeks in making excursions from that point, he
crossed the Alps in October by the Simplon Pass. The following winter
and spring he spent in Florence and its vicinity. In the summer of 1829
he sailed down the Italian coast to Naples, and after staying a few
weeks in that city, made a home for himself and his family at Sorrento
for nearly three months. The winter of 1829-30 he spent in Rome. In the
spring of 1830 he went to Venice. From that place he journeyed to Munich
by the Tyrol, and finally settled down in Dresden. From his temporary
home in Saxony, however, the July revolution speedily drew him to Paris,
and that city he made mainly his residence from that time until his
return to America in 1833. There he was, and there he stood his ground
during the terrible cholera ravages of 1832. Occasional expeditions he
made, and of one in particular, up the Rhine and in Switzerland, he has
published a full account.

It was eminently characteristic of Cooper, that though he brought with
him letters of introduction, he found himself unwilling to deliver a
single one of them. Yet, certainly, if any American could be pardoned
the use of a custom that has been so much abused, he was the man. But
after he had resided quietly in France for a few weeks, he happened to
attend a diplomatic dinner given by the United States minister to
Canning, then on a visit to Paris. This was the occasion of making his
presence known to those who had long before made the acquaintance of his
writings. He was at once sought out and welcomed by the most       (p. 069)
distinguished men of the most brilliant capital in the world. The
polish, the grace, the elegance, and the wit of French social life made
upon him an impression which he not only never forgot, but which he was
afterwards in the habit of contrasting with the social life of England
and America, to the manifest disadvantage of both, and with the certain
result of provoking the hostility of each. He himself says very little
of the reception he met; but we know from other sources how cordial and
even deferential it was. He was not a man, indeed, to enjoy being
lionized, to be set up, as he expressed it, at a dinner-table as a piece
of luxury, like strawberries in February or peaches in April. But he was
in a capital where attention is always paid to ability, though rarely
with noisy demonstration. He received his full share of it. Without
mentioning numerous other evidences, the conspicuous position he held is
evident from the way Scott speaks of him in his diary. He mentions
meeting him one evening at the Princess Galitzin's in November, 1826.
"Cooper was there," said he, "so the Scotch and American lions took the
field together."

But of all the countries in which he resided he grew to be fondest of
Italy. This was partly due to the fact that there he could indulge to
the full extent two passions that had come to be a part of his
nature--the love of fine skies, and of beautiful scenery. His feelings
in regard to this country and to France he expressed on one occasion
with a courtliness that was wholly free from the insincerity of the
courtier's art. In November, 1830, shortly after his return to Paris
from Germany, he was presented to the royal family. The Queen of Louis
Philippe, who was the daughter of Ferdinand I., of the Two         (p. 070)
Sicilies, asked him of all the lands visited by him which he most
preferred. "That in which your majesty was born," was the reply, "for
its nature, and that in which your majesty reigns for its society."
There was not in this the slightest compliment, if by compliment
anything is meant inconsistent with the severest truth. "Switzerland,"
he said afterward, "is the country to astonish and sometimes to delight;
but Italy is the land to love." During the nearly two years he remained
there, its scenery, its climate, its recollections, and also its people,
were constantly gaining a hold upon his heart. No country did he ever
leave with so much regret; and when he came to take his final departure,
his feelings were such as are experienced by him who is on the point of
bidding farewell to a much-loved home. When he passed into the valley of
the Adige on his journey to the Tyrol, in 1830, he reversed the usual
practice of the traveler who has his eyes fixed only on what is to come.
He turned around to cast a last lingering glance at the land he was
about to leave behind. Italy was the only country, his wife told him,
that she had ever known him to quit looking over the shoulder. His
regard for the people was, perhaps, intensified by the reaction against
the estimation in which he had been wont to hold them. "The
vulgar-minded English,"--he said in one of those deliciously irritating
and double-acting sentences he was afterward in the habit of frequently
uttering--"talk of the damned Italians, and the vulgar-minded American,
quite in rule, imitates his great model." Certainly his prejudices
against the inhabitants of that country were soon swept away. He
contrasted them favorably with all their neighbors. They were      (p. 071)
more gracious than the English, more sincere than the French, and
infinitely more refined than the Germans. In grace of mind, and in love,
and even knowledge of the arts, a large portion of the common Italians
were, in his opinion, as much superior to the Anglo-Saxons as
civilization is to barbarism. He came in time to have a sort of fondness
even for the professional mendicants. He furnishes us a curious picture
of the beggars who assembled about his residence daily in Sorrento, to
whom he invariably gave a grano apiece. The company, starting out from
one or two, had been steadily reinforced by recruits from far and near,
till it ran up to the neighborhood of a hundred men, who regularly
presented themselves for their pittance. There is no more graphic
description in his writings than his account of the scene which took
place when a new-comer among the beggars had the indiscretion, on
receiving his grano, to wish the giver only a hundred years of life; the
indignation of the king of the gang at this exhibition of black
ingratitude; the tumult with which the blunder was corrected, and the
shouts and outcries with which the pitiful hundred was changed into a
thousand years, and long ones at that.

During this time his literary activity was unceasing. Before the close
of 1830 he had completed four novels: "The Prairie," "The Red Rover,"
"The Wept of Wish-ton-Wish," and "The Water Witch,"--all of which were
devoted to the delineation of scenes and characters belonging to his
native land. Before he started for Europe he had begun a new Indian
story. This was finished during his early residence in Paris. He had
felt it to be a hazardous venture to bring into "The Last of the
Mohicans" the personages who had been previously drawn in "The     (p. 072)
Pioneers." But so great had been his success, and so strongly had the
characters taken hold of him, that he determined to renew the experiment
for a third time. Leather-Stocking, accordingly, was introduced as
living in extreme old age on the Western prairies, and the book ends
with his death. The idea of transferring the home of the worn-out hunter
to these vast solitudes was suggested, it is fair to infer from Cooper's
own words, by the actual career of Daniel Boone, the Kentucky pioneer.
The simple story of this man's life was sufficiently remarkable; but in
the exaggerated accounts of it that were then current, he was
represented as having emigrated, in his ninety-second year, to an estate
three hundred miles west of the Mississippi, because he found a
population of ten to the square mile inconveniently crowded.

On the 17th of May, 1827, "The Prairie" was published. It did not meet
with the extraordinary success of "The Last of the Mohicans," nor has it
ever been as great a favorite with the general public. It was written in
a far more quiet and subdued vein. It never keeps up that prolonged
strain upon the feelings which characterizes the work that preceded it,
and which while a defect in the eyes of some is to most readers its
special charm. There are, indeed, in many of Cooper's stories,
situations more thrilling and scenes more stirring than can be found in
"The Prairie," though in it there is no lack of these. But of all his
tales it is much the most poetical. Man sinks into insignificance in the
presence of these mighty solitudes; for throughout the whole book the
immensity of nature hangs over the spirit like a pall. Nor were the
characters of the principal personages out of harmony with the atmosphere
that envelopes the scenes described. In the lonely hunter, now     (p. 073)
nearing his grave, there is a pathetic grandeur, which is a natural
development, and not an artificial addition. Though he has hurried as
far away as possible from the din of the settlements, he is no longer
querulous and irritable as in his old age in the Otsego hills. He has
learned to recognize the inevitable. While he does not cease to regret,
he has ceased to denounce. He knows that the majestic solitude of nature
will not long remain undisturbed, nor its more majestic silence unbroken;
for in every wind that blows from the East he hears the sound of axes and
the crash of falling trees that herald the march of civilization across
the continent. He sorrows at the ruin impending on all that is dearest to
his heart; but he awaits it in dignified submission. In fine contrast to
him stands the man who has likewise sought the solitude of the wilderness,
not because he loves the beauty and the majesty of primeval nature, but
because he hates the restraints that human society has thrown about the
indulgence of human passions. Criticism has rarely done justice to the
skill and power with which Cooper has drawn the squatter of the prairies,
who holds that land should be as free as air; who has traveled hundreds of
miles beyond the Mississippi to reach a place where title-deeds are not
registered and sheriffs make no levies; who neither fears God nor regards
man; to whom the rule of the rifle is the supremest law; and yet who, with
all his detestation of the safeguards which society has erected for its
security, has a moral code and a rough wild justice of his own.

"The Prairie" was followed by "The Red Rover," which came out on the 9th
of January, 1828. During the years that followed the publication   (p. 074)
of "The Pilot," the reputation of that work had been steadily increasing.
Time had more than confirmed the first favorable impression. Not only
had any lingering prejudice against the sea-story as a story been
entirely swept away, but tales of this kind were beginning to be the
fashion. Imitators were springing up everywhere. It was natural, therefore,
for Cooper to turn his attention once more to a kind of fiction to the
composition of which he himself had originally opened the way. After
leaving the navy he had become one of the owners of a whaling vessel,
and in it had made one or two voyages to Newport. In the harbor of that
place he fixed the introduction of his new story of the sea. He had
taken up his residence during the summer of 1827 in the little hamlet of
St. Ouen on the Seine, not far from Paris. There, in the space of three
or four months, "The Red Rover" was written. From the date of its
appearance to the present time it has always been justly one of the most
popular of his productions, and perhaps, considered as a whole, stands
at the head of his sea-tales.

On the 6th of November, 1829, succeeded an Indian story of King Philip's
war, under the name of "The Wept of Wish-ton-Wish." The fanciful title
puzzled, and did not altogether please, the public. As a matter of fact
it was used only in this country. In England the novel was called "The
Borderers;" in France "The Puritans of America, or the Valley of
Wish-ton-Wish." This work was begun during his residence in Switzerland
in 1828, and was completed at Florence. It has never been popular,
particularly in America. The tale is a tragic one throughout, and the
prevailing air of sombreness is rarely lightened by any success in the
management of minor incidents. The introduction too was marked by  (p. 075)
one of Cooper's besetting faults, intolerable prolixity. But the main
cause of his failure lay in his inability to delineate the Puritan
character. It was not knowledge that was wanting, it was sympathy; or
perhaps it is better to say that it was his lack of sympathy which
prevented his having any genuine knowledge. He tried in all honesty to
depict the men who had founded New England, the men of hard heads and
iron hearts, in whom piety and pugnacity were, as in himself, so
intimately blended that the transition from the one to the other is a
vanishing line whose discovery defies the closest scrutiny. Paradoxical
as the assertion may seem, he was too much like the Puritans to do them
justice. His character was essentially the same as their own; but the
influences under which he had been trained were altogether different.
Upon their manners, their ideas, and even their appearance he had early
learned to look with aversion; and he had not the power to project his
mind out of the circle of notions and prejudices in which he had been
brought up. The very name of the Reverend Meek Wolf which he bestowed in
this story upon his clergyman, revealed of itself the existence of
feelings which put him at once out of that pale of sympathetic thought,
which enables the novelist or historian to look with the insight of the
spirit upon men and motives which his intellect acting by itself would
prompt him to distrust and dislike.

To this tale succeeded "The Water Witch." This was begun at Sorrento and
finished at Rome, a city which he subsequently used often to speak of as
the precise moral antipodes of the capital of the New World, in the
harbor of which he had laid much of the scene of this story. It    (p. 076)
was not till he reached Dresden, however, that he was enabled to have
it put in print. On the 11th of December, 1830, it made its appearance
in this country. With it ended for a time his fictions that dealt with
American life and manners. He now turned to new fields and wrote with
different aims.

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During all these years his popularity had continued unabated, though his
last two novels could hardly be said to have met with the favor which
had been accorded to most of those which had preceded them. It is
certainly a convincing proof of the wide reputation he had gained before
he went to Europe, that five editions of "The Prairie," the first work
he wrote after his arrival, were arranged to be published at the same
time. Two were to come out in Paris, one in French and one in English;
one in London; one in Berlin; and one in Philadelphia. But even this
success was soon surpassed. It is hard to credit the accounts that are
given on unimpeachable testimony. One statement, however, is too
important to be overlooked, coming from the source it does. In the
controversy going on in this country in 1833, in regard to the part
Cooper had taken in the finance discussion, which will be mentioned in
its proper place, Morse, the inventor of the electric telegraph,
published a letter in defense of his absent friend. In it he bore
witness in the following words to the popularity of the novelist in the
Old World: "I have visited, in Europe, many countries," said he, "and
what I have asserted of the fame of Mr. Cooper I assert from personal
knowledge. In every city of Europe that I visited the works of Cooper
were conspicuously placed in the windows of every bookshop. They   (p. 077)
are published as soon as he produces them in thirty-four different
places in Europe. They have been seen by American travelers in the
languages of Turkey and Persia, in Constantinople, in Egypt, at
Jerusalem, at Ispahan."




CHAPTER V.                                                         (p. 078)

1830.


The month of December, 1830, which saw the publication of "The Water
Witch," closed the first and far the most fortunate decade of Cooper's
literary life. In the decade which followed began that career of
controversy which lasted, with little intermission, until his death. By
it his reputation and his fortunes were profoundly affected. It worked a
complete revolution both in the sentiments with which he regarded others,
and in the sentiments with which others regarded him. The most intense
lover of his country, he became the most unpopular man of letters to
whom it has ever given birth. For years a storm of abuse fell upon him,
which for violence, for virulence, and even for malignity, surpassed
anything in the history of American literature, if not in the history of
literature itself. Nor did the effect of this disappear with his life.
The misrepresentations and calumnies, which were then set in motion,
have not ceased to operate even at this day. Full as marked, still, was
the influence which the controversies, in which he was engaged, had upon
his literary reputation. A direct result of them at the time was not
only to impair the estimation in which his previous writings had been
held, but to cause the later productions of his pen to be treated with
systematic injustice. Both in England and America the effect of this
hostile criticism has not yet died away.

On the other hand, it was no one-sided contest that took place.    (p. 079)
If Cooper was attacked, he, in turn, did his part in attacking. No man
has ever criticised his own country more unsparingly, and in some
instances more unjustly, than did he, who, in foreign lands, had been
its stoutest and most pronounced defender. Nor, in the controversies
that followed his return from Europe, did one side conduct itself with
perfect righteousness, and the other with deliberate villainy. Had the
parties but seen fit to act in this manner, the duties of a biographer
would have been sensibly lightened. A fair and dispassionate account of
the circumstances that led to the unpopularity which clouded, though it
could hardly be said to darken, Cooper's later life, demands a full and
careful examination of many facts which, in some instances, seem to have
no relation to the subject. Especially is a knowledge of the European
estimate of America during the period that the novelist resided abroad a
matter of first importance. But even of as great importance is a
knowledge of certain traits of his character and of certain sentiments
which he strongly felt, and of certain beliefs which he earnestly held.
To bring out these points clearly, it is necessary for a while to arrest
the progress of the narrative.

It is to be remarked at the outset that the first impression which Cooper
made upon strangers was rarely in his favor. To this we have the
concurrent testimony of those who knew him slightly, and of those who
knew him well. It was due to a variety of causes. He had infinite pride,
and there was in his manner a self-assertion that often bordered, or seemed
to border, upon arrogance. His earnestness, moreover, was often mistaken
for brusqueness and violence; for he was, in some measure, of that (p. 080)
class of men who appear to be excited when they are only interested. The
result was that at first he was apt to repel rather than attract. Without
referring to other evidence, we need here only to quote the guarded
statement of one of his warmest friends in describing the beginning of
their acquaintance. "I remember," says Bryant, "being somewhat startled,
coming, as I did, from the seclusion of a country life, with a certain
emphatic frankness in his manner which, however, I came at last to like
and to admire." But besides this he had other characteristics which, to
the majority of men, could not be agreeable. Thoroughly grounded in his
own convictions, positive and uncompromising in the expression of them,
he had no patience with those--and the number is far from being a small
one--who embrace their views loosely, hold them halfheartedly, or defend
them ignorantly. The opinions of such he was not content, like most men of
ability, with quietly and unobtrusively despising. The contempt he felt he
did not pay sufficient deference to human nature to hide. It was inevitable
that the self-love of many should be offended by the arbitrariness and
imperiousness with which he overrode their opinions, and still more by
the unequivocal disdain manifested for them. It must be conceded, also,
that to those for whom he felt indifference or dislike, he had in no
slight degree that capacity of making himself disagreeable which
reaches, and then only in rare instances, the ripened perfection of
offensiveness in him who has breathed from earliest youth the social air
of England. These were traits that were sure to make him enemies in
private life. In public life, moreover, the ardor of his temperament was
such as to hurry him into controversy; and the number of those     (p. 081)
hostile to him on personal grounds, was always liable to receive
accessions from men who had never seen him face to face. No gage of
battle could be thrown down which he did not stand ready to take up.
Opposition only inflamed him; it never daunted him. He had not the
slightest particle of that prudence which teaches a man to keep out of
contests in which he can gain no advantage, or in which success will be
only a little less disastrous than defeat. It hardly needs to be said
that a politic line of conduct is usually the very last which a person
of such a temperament follows. But when to all these characteristics is
added a peculiar sensitiveness to criticism, it is evident that if
proper opportunities are offered, personal unpopularity will be certain
to result from the ample materials existing for its development.

Against this view of his character, it is fair to add here that he had
many qualities which would tend to bring about an entirely opposite
result. He was more than ordinarily generous; and gave with a liberality
that went at times beyond what most men would look upon as prudence. He
was prompt to relieve merit that stood in need of help. Many cases of
this kind there are unpublished and unknown out of a very small circle;
for Cooper was not one to let his left hand know what his right hand was
doing. One fact, however, has been so often mentioned, that it is
violating no sanctity of private life to repeat it here. He was the
first to discover the excellence of Greenough and to make that sculptor
known to his countrymen. "Fenimore Cooper saved me from despair," wrote
the latter in 1833, "after my second return to Italy. He employed me as
I wished to be employed; and has up to this moment been a          (p. 082)
father to me in kindness." To this generosity, it is to be added that
his sense of personal honor was of the loftiest kind. It was sometimes,
indeed, carried to an extreme almost Quixotic; so that men morally
fat-witted could not even comprehend his principles of action, and men
who contented themselves with conventional morality resented his
assertion of them as a reflection upon themselves. His loyalty to those
who had become dear to him was, moreover, just as conspicuous as his
loyalty to what he deemed right. It withstood every chance of change,
every accident of time and circumstance, and only gave way on absolute
proof of unworthiness. Intimate acquaintance was sure to bring to Cooper
respect, admiration, and finally affection. Few men have stood better
than he that final test of excellence which rests upon the fact that
those who knew him best loved him most. Yet even these were often forced
to admit, that it was necessary to know him well to appreciate how
generous, how true, and how lofty-minded he was.

Besides these traits of character, it is important to understand some of
Cooper's political and social opinions. He was an aristocrat in feeling,
and a democrat by conviction. To some this seems a combination so
unnatural that they find it hard to comprehend it. That a man whose
tastes and sympathies and station connect him with the highest class,
and to whom contact with the uneducated and unrefined brings with it a
sense of personal discomfort and often of disgust, should avow his
belief in the political rights of those socially inferior, should be
unwilling to deny them privileges which he claims for himself, is
something so appalling to many that their minds strive vainly to grasp
it. But this feeling was so thoroughly wrought into Cooper's       (p. 083)
nature that he almost disliked those of his countrymen whom he found not
to share in it. "I confess," he wrote at the time when he was generally
denounced as an aristocrat, "that I now feel mortified and grieved when
I meet with an American gentleman who professes anything but liberal
opinions as respects the rights of his fellow-creatures." He went on to
explain that by liberal opinions he meant "the generous, manly
determination to let all enjoy equal political rights, and to bring
those to whom authority is necessarily confided under the control of the
community they serve." He despised the cant that the people were their
own worst enemies. So far from it, he believed in widening the
foundations of society by making representation as real as possible, and
thereby giving to every interest in the state its fair measure of power;
for no government, in his eyes, could ever be just or pure in which the
governors have interests distinct from those of the governed. These
opinions he put sometimes in an extreme form. "I have never yet been in
a country," he said, "in which what are called the lower orders have not
clearer and sounder views than their betters, of the great principles
which ought to predominate in the control of human affairs." At the same
time his belief in democracy was not in the least one of unmixed
admiration. He was far from looking upon it as a perfect form of
government. It was only the one that, taking all things into
consideration, was attended with fewer evils and greater advantages than
any other. It had faults and dangers peculiar to itself. His liberal
opinions, he took frequent care to say, had nothing in common with the
devices of demagogues who teach the doctrine, that the voice of    (p. 084)
the people is the voice of God; that the aggregation of fallible parts,
acting, too, with diminished responsibilities, forms an infallible whole.

Along with this clear understanding of the advantages and disadvantages
of democracy there was mingled, however, a weakness of feeling on the
subject of position, which occasionally degenerated into an almost
ridiculous pettiness. This was especially true of his later life. His
utterances were sometimes so apparently contradictory, however, that it
is hard to tell whether justice has been done to his real meaning on
account of the difficulty of ascertaining what his real meaning was. But
he spoke often of "the gentry of America," as if there were or could be
here a class of gentlemen outside and independent of those engaged in
professions or occupations. He seemed at times to attach that supreme
importance to descent which we are usually accustomed to see exhibited
in this country only by those who have little or nothing else to boast
of. His contempt of trade and of those employed in it had frequently
about its expression a spice of affectation. Moreover, he subjected
himself to much misrepresentation and ill-will by the manner in which he
lectured his countrymen on the distinctions that must prevail in
society. There are certain things which are everywhere recognized and
quietly accepted: they only become offensive when proclaimed. A man may
unhesitatingly acquiesce in his inferiority, socially, to one who is
politically only his equal; but he will very naturally resent a
reference, by the latter, to the fact of his social inferiority. A good
deal of Cooper's later writings was deformed by solemn commonplaces on
the inevitable necessity of the existence of class distinctions. This
drew upon him the condemnation of many who did not look upon the   (p. 085)
expression of such views as an offense against truth, but as an offense
against good manners. To correct the folly of fools was itself folly; and
wise men, no matter what their station in life, did not thank him for
the instruction, the very giving of which implied an insult to their
intelligence. His remarks on the subject were never heeded, if indeed
they were ever read, by those for whom they were specially designed. But
to his enemies they furnished ample opportunities for misrepresentation
and abuse.

But any account of Cooper would be of slight value that failed to take
notice of his love of country. No other man of letters has there been in
America, or perhaps in any other land, to whom this has been a passion
so absorbing. It entered into the very deepest feelings of his heart.
Even in the storm of calumny, which fell upon him in his later years, if
the flame of his patriotism seemed at times to die away, any little
circumstance was sure to revive it at once. No proclaimer of "manifest
destiny" ever had more faith than he in the imperial greatness and
grandeur to which the republic was to attain. All that in vulgar minds
took the shape of braggart boasting, was in his idealized and glorified
by his lofty conception of the majestic part which his country was to
play in deciding the destinies of mankind. In spite of short-comings he
deplored, of perils that he feared, firm in his heart was the conviction
that here was to be the home of the great new race that was to rule the
world. Other lands might look to the future with hope or doubt; his own
was as sure of it as if it lay already in its grasp. This was a
confidence that survived all changes, and despised all forebodings. The
question of slavery certainly disturbed him, but it did not shake  (p. 086)
his trust. The prophecies of the dissolution of the Union, current
in Europe, he laughed to scorn. Even in the days of nullification his
faith never wavered one jot. To no one, more justly than to him, could
perpetual thanks have been voted, because he never despaired of the
republic.

Cooper's lofty views of his country he soon found were essentially
different from those entertained abroad. The knowledge of America even
now possessed in Europe is not burdensomely great. But in 1830 its
ignorance was prodigious; and the nearest approach to interest was
usually the result of something of that same vague fear which haunted
the citizens of the Roman Empire at the possible perils to civilization
that might lie hid in the boundless depths of the German forests. On the
Continent the ignorance was greater than it was in England, and Cooper
had plenty of opportunities of witnessing the exhibition of it. In the
case of the common people he was amused by it. That the whites who had
emigrated to America had not yet become entirely black; that it was
reasonable to expect that time, while it could not restore their original
hue to these deteriorated Europeans tanned to ebony, might in the
revolution of the suns elevate them to a fair degree of civilization;
these, and similar sage opinions, did not disturb him when uttered by the
philosophers of the lower classes. Yet their ignorance, great as it was,
he found not to surpass materially that of men who ought to have known
better, so long as they pretended to know at all. That the colonies had
been settled by convicts, was a common impression among the best educated.
While residing in Paris Cooper had the gratification of having his country
quoted in the French Chamber of Deputies as an example of the      (p. 087)
possibility of forming respectable communities by the transportation of
criminals. Even men who sympathized with republican institutions, he
informs us, did not think of denying the fact; they denied merely the
inference. The brilliant publicist, Paul Courier, had asserted it would
be as unjust to reproach the modern Romans with being descendants of
ravishers and robbers, as it would be to reproach the Americans with
being descendants of convicts. All could not be expected, however, to be
so liberal as this constitutional reformer. The gross vices which in
foreign opinion distinguished the inhabitants of the United States, were
held to be the natural consequences of their settlement by felons.
Cooper subsequently took care to furnish the sons of the Puritans with
all needful information as to the light in which their fathers were
viewed in Europe. At the time, however, it was far different. Keenly
sensitive to his country's honor, and knowing the morals of his
countrymen to be far higher than those of the men of any other land,
derogatory statements of this kind were galling in the extreme.

But it was the English opinion that Cooper resented most bitterly. This
was partly because he believed from the community of origin and speech
it ought to be better informed, and partly because he looked upon it as
responsible for many of the absurd and erroneous impressions that
prevailed in the rest of Europe. His feelings were rendered still keener
by the direct contact with English prejudice which he had personally
during his residence abroad. The attitude of the Continent towards
America was that of supreme ignorance and indifference. But there was at
the time something besides that in the attitude of England, so far (p. 088)
certainly as it was represented by its periodical literature. In the
most favorable cases it was supercilious and patronizing, an attitude
which never permits the nation criticising to understand the nation
criticised. There was never any effort to penetrate into the real nature
of the social and political movements that were taking place on this
side of the water. Men were contented with the examination of mere
external phenomena, which, whether good or bad in themselves, belonged
to a period of growth and were certain to pass away. Not the slightest
sympathy existed with the feelings and aspirations of a people closely
allied in blood and speech, and the lack of desire involved the lack of
ability to enter into the spirit of their institutions. There was no
idea that there could be other types of character than those found on
British soil, or any room or reason for the play of other social and
political forces than were at work in British communities.

At the time, however, that Cooper took up his residence in Europe there
was more than supercilious indifference in the character of English
criticism. There was steady misrepresentation and abuse, due in a few
cases to design, in more to ignorance, in most to that disposition on
the part of all men to believe readily what they wish ardently. It made
little difference whether the writer were Whig or Tory. If anything the
open dislike of the latter was preferable to the patronizing regard of
the former. In 1804 the poet Moore visited America. He wrote home a
number of poetical epistles, in which he told his friends that he had
found us old in our youth and blasted in our prime. The demon gold was
running loose; everything and everybody was corrupt; truth,        (p. 089)
conscience, and virtue were regularly made matters of barter and sale. A
succession of English travelers repeated from year to year the same
dismal story, and their statements were caught up and paraded and dwelt
upon in the English periodical press. In "The Quarterly Review," in
particular, our condition was constantly held up as an awful example of
the results of democratic institutions and universal suffrage. Certain
facts and predictions had been repeated so often that they came to be
accepted and believed by all. We spoke a dialect of the English tongue;
our manners were bad, if we could be said to have any at all; loyalty we
could know nothing about, because we had no king; religion we were
entirely devoid of, because there was no established church; the
federation was steadily tending towards monarchy; the wealthy were
longing to be nobles; and the Union could not last above a quarter of a
century. Worse than all, intrigue and bribery were sapping the national
life; or to use a still favorite phrase of the newspapers, though the
repetition of a hundred years has now made it somewhat stale, corruption
was preying upon the vitals of the republic.

There is not the slightest exaggeration in these statements. Their truth
any one familiar with the periodical literature of that period will
least of all doubt. There was a perfect agreement between those who
visited us and described us and those who drew their description from
their imaginations. Nothing distinguished the English traveler or the
English reviewer so much as his piety, and his profound conviction that
religion could not exist where it was not carefully watched over by an
established church. Besides this inevitable moral destitution, we  (p. 090)
were irreclaimably given over to vulgarity. Manners there could not be
in a land abandoned to an unbridled democracy. In the most praiseworthy
instances even, men lacked that repose, that fine tact, which were found
universally in the higher orders in the mother country. The defect was
ineradicable, according to most; for it had its baleful origin in
popular institutions themselves. In justice it must be added that there
were some who, in consequence of the American passion for traveling,
entertained a mild hope that in time this rudeness would wear away, and
this total ignorance of good breeding would be enlightened by the polish
and refinement that would be picked up from the quantity to be found
scattered about foreign courts. The published correspondence of that
period is delicious in its frankness. The Englishman, writing to his
American friend, never descends from his lofty position of censor both
of great and petty morals. The inferiority of manners in this country is
a point insisted upon by the former with an assiduity and assurance that
are sufficient of themselves to make clear how high was the breeding to
which he himself had attained. It makes little difference who write the
letters. They all express the same sentiments. They all offer advice as
to the best method America can take to retrieve the good opinion of
Europe which it has lost. They are careful to say that they entertain
the kindest of feelings to the United States; that they neglect no
occasion of doing justice to the good and wise that had found there a
home. Unfortunately these are few in number; and with a lofty sense of
justice they never fail to express disapprobation in strong terms of the
vast amount to be condemned in a land which had fallen under the sway
of a reckless democracy and a godless church. One English          (p. 091)
gentleman in the British military service, after being some time in this
country, writes, after his return, to an American friend, and thus
cheerfully records his impressions. "The frightful effects produced by
an unrestrained democracy," he says, "the demoralizing effects produced
by universal suffrage never appeared to me so odious as they do now by
contrast with the good breeding, the order and mutual support which all
give to each other in this country, from the highest to the lowest."
This letter belongs to the year 1839, and it only continues a line of
remark common for the half-century previous. Everything that came from
America, if praised at all, was praised with a qualification. Not a
compliment could be uttered of an individual without an implied
disparagement of the land that gave him birth. The record of every man
who was well received in English society will bear out this assertion.
Scott wrote to Southey in 1819, that Ticknor was "a wondrous fellow for
romantic lore and antiquarian research, _considering his country_." Even
words of genuine affection were often accompanied with an impertinence
which has a delightfulness of its own from the utter unconsciousness on
the part of the writer or speaker of having said anything out of the
way. They were compliments of the kind which intimated that the person
addressed was a sort of redeeming feature in a wild waste of desert.
"You have taught us," writes in 1840 Mrs. Basil Montagu to Charles
Sumner, "to think much more highly of your country--from whom we have
hitherto seen no such men."

There is nothing to be gained in raking over at this day the ashes of
dead controversies and revilings. Americans no longer read the     (p. 092)
writings of the kind described, and Englishmen have largely forgotten
that they were ever written. The new commentators on our habits and
customs have taken up a new line of remark, and the new prophets of woe
foresee an entirely new class of calamities. But it has been necessary
to revive here the memory of the old charges and forebodings, in order
to show the state of feeling that would be developed by them in a man of
a peculiarly sensitive and proud nature, such as was the subject of this
biography. Rubbish as they may seem now, they were to the men of that
time a grievous sore. Whatever may have been Cooper's feelings previously,
it was not until after he had resided for a while in Europe that any
hostility towards England is seen in his works. But there it soon began
to manifest itself, though at first rather in the way of defense than
attack. As time went on it increased rather than diminished. It largely
affected his own fortunes by the personal hostility it provoked in
return. To some extent, without doubt, his oft-repeated declaration was
true, that in the dependence then existing here upon foreign opinion,
every American author held his reputation at the mercy of the British
reviewer. It would be unjust to say that it seemed at one period almost
as if Cooper had sworn towards England undying hate. But it is certainly
a fact that he gave utterance to his inmost feelings when he described
it as a country that cast a chill over his affections, a country that
all men respected but that few men loved. Yet he had been brought up in
the school of the Federalist party, in which admiration for the
literature, policy, and morals of the motherland was taught as a duty;
in which every door was thrown open to visitors from England as an act
of hospitality due to kinsmen separated merely by the accident of  (p. 093)
position. He himself tells us how, an ardent boy of seventeen, he leaped
for the first time upon the soil of Great Britain, feeling for it a love
almost as devoted as that which he bore the land of his birth, and
looking upon every native of it in the light of a brother. It did not
take him long to find out that the fancied tie of kinship was not
recognized, that it was even despised; and that if he made friends, it
must be in spite of his country, and not because of it. His connection
with the navy had also led him to be keenly sensitive to the injustice
and indignities connected with the impressment of seamen. In his first
voyage in a merchant ship he had seen two native Americans taken from
the vessel and forced into the British service. His own captain even had
on one occasion been seized, though speedily liberated. There had also
been an attempt to press a Swede belonging to the crew, on the ground
that his country and England were in alliance, and the latter had
therefore a right to his help. These were not the acts to inspire
devotion towards the people who committed or who authorized them. The
keen resentment Cooper felt for the wrongs then perpetrated upon the
American marine he afterward expressed in his novels of "Wing-and-Wing"
and "Miles Wallingford." He never forgot those early experiences. When
he came to reside in Europe he was as little disposed to forgive the
depreciation of his country which he imputed, whether justly or
unjustly, to English influence. Distrust became dislike, and dislike
deepened into hostility.

There is little doubt that with a man of Cooper's nature the revulsion
from his original feelings would tend to swing him to the opposite
extreme; that, as a consequence of that, he would often fancy      (p. 094)
insult where none was intended, and impute to design conduct that was
the result of chance or even of personal timidity. But making full
allowance for this inevitable source of error, there was plenty of
reason furnished for offense to a man whose personal pride was equal to
that of the whole British aristocracy, and whose pride in his country
exceeded even his personal pride. The ignorant criticism which amused
most Americans was apt to make him indignant. No compliment, in
particular, could be paid with safety to him individually at the expense
of his country. This was a practice, however, which the Englishmen of
that day seemed to regard as the consummate crown of adulation.
Depreciation of America of any sort he resented at once. If conversation
touched upon matters discreditable to the United States--which was far
from being an uncommon topic--it was very much his practice, instead of
listening to it patiently, to bring up matters discreditable to Great
Britain. There was unquestionably ample material on both sides with
which each could blacken the other. But while this tended to make the
conversation less monotonous, it likewise tended to make the converser
less popular. Cooper lost early by his bearing in English society much
of the favor which he had won from his writings. To this we have
positive evidence. It is specifically mentioned in the sketch of his
life, which along with his portrait appeared in 1831 in Colburn's "New
Monthly Magazine." The article went on, after mentioning this fact, to
pay a tribute to his somewhat aggressive patriotism. "Yet he seems," it
said, "to claim little consideration on the score of intellectual
greatness; he is evidently prouder of his birth than of his genius; and
looks, speaks, and walks as if he exulted more in being recognized (p. 095)
as an American citizen than as the author of 'The Pilot' and 'The Prairie.'"

To a man whose heart was thus full of the future glories of the
republic, the indifference and neglect with which it was regarded could
not but be galling. Still this was nothing to the positive contempt
which often manifested itself in social slights that could be felt but
could not well be resented. This was especially noticeable in the case
of the legations, the conduct of which was largely under the control of
the home government. The English policy was here in marked contrast to
that of Russia, which, even at that early day, cultivated almost
ostentatiously friendship with America. Between the legations of these
two countries there was always the best of understandings. The direct
contrary often prevailed between the ministers of Great Britain and of
the United States. The influence of the former was frequently thought to
be exerted to the social injury of the latter. Whether true or false,
this was generally believed. Cooper certainly credited it and looked
forward to the time when the whole attitude of England would be altered.
We were then less than twelve millions in population; but the day would
come when we should be fifty millions. The existing state of things
would then be changed. You and I may not live to see it, he wrote
substantially to his friends, but our sons and grandsons will. They may
not like us any better, but they will take care to hide their feelings.
Strong resentment sometimes drove him into taking up positions he would
not in his cooler moments have maintained. "As one citizen of the
republic," he wrote, "however insignificant, I have no notion of being
blackguarded and vituperated half a century and then cajoled       (p. 096)
into forgetfulness at the suggestion of fear and expediency, as
circumstances render our good-will of importance." Not one of these
slights and insults would he have the fifty millions forget. He did not
bear in mind that fifty millions could not afford to remember. It was
like asking the man of middle life to revenge upon the sons the
indignities which the boy had received from the fathers.

Cooper's residence in England was only for a few months during the first
half of the year 1828. With his feelings towards that country and with
the feeling entertained in it toward his own, nothing could have made
his stay highly pleasant. But it is one of the numerous minor falsehoods
that came to be connected with his life, that it was unpleasant. On the
contrary, his company was sought by many of the most distinguished men,
though in accordance with his usual custom he carried no letters of
introduction. At a later period he said that in no country had he been
personally so well treated as in England; he was as strongly convinced
as his worst enemy, that as an author he had been extolled there beyond
his merits; nor had he failed to receive quite as much substantial
remuneration as he could properly lay claim to. But the social
atmosphere there prevailing was not the atmosphere he loved. The poet
Moore relates in his diary a story told him by Sydney Smith of the
"touchiness" of "the Republican"--so the American novelist is styled--as
evinced by the indignation of the latter at the conduct of Lord Nugent.
This nobleman, it appears, invited Cooper to take a walk with him to a
certain street. Arriving there he unceremoniously entered the      (p. 097)
house of a friend and left his companion to make his way back alone.
Cooper's resentment of the treatment may have been unwisely shown; for
though often termed an aristocrat, he never exhibited in the slightest
degree that reticence which is or is supposed to be the peculiar
characteristic of aristocracy. But few would now be found to deny that
his indignation was both natural and just, and that the act of Lord
Nugent was the act of a boor and not of a gentleman. It was certainly
unreasonable to expect that a society which could rejoice in this method
of rebuking republican pretension could itself be agreeable to a
republican. Cooper could not but be offended by the prejudices he found
existing against his country and the dislike usually felt and sometimes
expressed for it. The only man he met whom he thought well informed
about America was Sir James Mackintosh. The ignorance of some of his
friends was so great that even to him it caused amusement rather than
anger. Many readers will have heard of the practice of "gouging," with
which, according to the veracious English traveler of early days, the
native American gave the charm of diversity and diversion to a life
whose serious thoughts were wholly absorbed in the acquisition of pelf.
Some will remember the definition given of it in Grose's "Dictionary of
the Vulgar Tongue:" "to squeeze out a man's eye with the thumb; a cruel
practice used by the Bostonians in America." A curious illustration of
the belief in this myth occurred to Cooper. One of his friends in
England was an amiable and pleasant man of letters, named William
Sotheby, little heard of in these days; and even in his own days he had
to endure the double degradation of being called a small poet by the
small poets themselves. He was at this time an old gentleman of    (p. 098)
over seventy, and was preparing to make a creditable close to his
career by performing the task, which seems to assume the shape of a duty
to every literary Englishman of leisure, of translating the Iliad and
the Odyssey. Not unnaturally he was more familiar with the way the wrath
of Achilles manifested itself than with the shape taken by the wrath of
the men of his race beyond the sea. On one occasion he condoled with
Cooper because of the quarrelsomeness and fighting prevalent in America,
making during this expression of his sympathy an obvious allusion to
gouging. It was useless to attempt setting him right. His interest in
ancient fiction had not been so absorbing as to close his mind to the
acquisition of modern fact; and to Cooper's denial of what he had
implied he listened with a polite but incredulous smile.




CHAPTER VI.                                                        (p. 099)

1828-1833.


Misrepresentation and abuse of his native land it was not in Cooper's
nature to bear in silence. His resentment for the imputations cast upon
his country began to show itself soon after he had taken up his
residence abroad. In "The Red Rover," which appeared in 1827, there are
satirical references to the benevolence and piety of the moral
missionaries which England had sent among us, and to the correctness and
wisdom of current foreign opinion. In the next novel, "The Wept of
Wish-ton-Wish," his feelings are still more fully expressed. In this
work he puts into the mouth of one of the characters, a physician, an
elaborate disquisition upon the degeneracy of man in America. In the
course of it the leech informs his opponent that the science and wisdom
and philosophy of Europe had been exceedingly active in the
investigation of this matter of colonial inferiority, that they had
proved to their own perfect satisfaction, which was the same thing as
disposing of the question without appeal, that man and beast, plant and
tree, hill and dale, lake, pond, sun, air, fire, and water were all
wanting in some of the perfectness of the old regions. It was plain we
could never hope to reach the exalted excellence they enjoy; and while
he respected the patriotism that held the contrary view, he could not,
out of deference to it, afford to doubt what had been demonstrated (p. 100)
by science and collected by learning.

It was not in this indirect way, however, that he could content himself
with defending his country. No sooner had he lived in Europe long enough
to become acquainted with the erroneous impressions there prevalent, in
regard to America, than he set out to prepare a work which should expose
their falsity. In it he determined to lay the precise facts before a
public which was indisposed to believe anything to the credit, and
disposed to believe everything to the discredit of democratic institutions.
On the face of it, this was a futile undertaking, no matter how
praiseworthy its motive. Nations, no more than individuals, are
convinced by what other nations say of themselves; it is only by what
they do. In this particular case the difficulty was rendered more
insurmountable by the fact that these erroneous impressions prevailed
among those who did not care enough about the matter to investigate it
seriously, and who would be certain in most cases to refrain from
investigating it at all, had they a suspicion that their preconceived
beliefs would be overthrown or even shaken, as a result of their
examination. The question naturally arises, whether such men could be
convinced by facts and arguments, and if so, whether they were worth the
trouble of convincing. Why grudge the adherents of a dying cause the
dismal enjoyment they receive from contemplating the ruin that is always
being wrought, or is always to be wrought, by Democracy to Democracy?
Experience led Cooper subsequently to see the uselessness of the
experiment he, in this instance, tried. When asked at a later period why
some efforts were not made to correct the false notions prevalent  (p. 101)
in Europe in regard to America, he answered with perfect truth then,
that no favorable account would be acceptable; that it would not be
enough to confess our real faults, but we should be required to confess
the precise faults that, according to the opinions of that quarter of
the world, we were morally, logically, and politically bound to possess.
By the wide circulation of his fictions he, in truth, did more to remove
wrong impressions, dissipate prejudices, and open the eyes of Europe to
a knowledge of American life and manners, than could have been
accomplished by the longest and most ponderous array of indisputable
facts.

Facts, however, he at this time purposed to furnish. Accordingly, on the
13th of August, 1828, appeared a work entitled, "Notions of the
Americans, Picked up by a Traveling Bachelor." Whatever its actual
success, it was a relative failure. Cooper himself tells us that it
occasioned him a heavy pecuniary loss. Manner and matter, both
foredoomed it to the fate which it met. The plan of it was an unfortunate
one as well as a purely artificial one. The views and observations and
statements of fact are put into the mouth of a European traveling
bachelor, a member of a club of cosmopolites, who, in consequence of
meeting an American, named Cadwallader, is persuaded to visit and see
for himself the new world. Arriving there he writes letters to his
friends, giving an account of his impressions. The fiction of foreign
authorship was the first mistake. It could not mislead any one, nor was
it intended to mislead any one. But a grave didactic treatise which was
designed to convey a truthful impression, lost something and gained
nothing by being connected with any artifice, even though not meant to
impose upon the reader. Nor was the work interesting to one not    (p. 102)
specially interested in the subject. To the American it gave the
strongest assurances of loyalty to republican institutions on the part
of her most widely-known man of letters; but it added little or nothing
to the information of which he was already in possession. On the other
hand, the laudatory style in which this country was invariably spoken of
was certain to be offensive to those whom it was the design of the work
to enlighten. The weight of matter, moreover, was not rendered any more
endurable by lightness of treatment. At the present day the work is
chiefly interesting for the keen observations that are found in it, and
for its remarks upon the future of the country rather than upon its then
existing state. Cooper's predictions were concerned with the minutest,
as well as the greatest subjects. They ranged all the way from the
indefinite assurance, that New York must eventually become the
gastronomic capital of the globe, to the precise statement, as to the
exact number of the population there would be in the United States fifty
years from the time in which he was writing. This last prophecy, it is
to be said, has turned out singularly true. He fixed the number at fifty
millions. That this was no chance guess, but a carefully worked out
computation, is evident from the fact that he repeats it several times
in this work and occasionally in later ones. He, moreover, assigned
definitely forty-three millions to the whites and seven millions to the
blacks.

It is not for an American to find fault with the laudatory tone of a
work which reflects the ardent love of country felt by the writer. Yet
in many respects it is a singular production. In manner it is calm,
grave, almost philosophical; there is not the slightest effort at  (p. 103)
fine writing; the tone can never be said to be even fervid. Yet it
must be confessed that not in the most exalted of Fourth of July
orations does the national eagle scream with a shriller note, or wing
his way with a more unflagging flight. Any one who formed his notions of
this country exclusively from this book, would be sure to fancy that
here at last paradise was reopening to the children of a fallen race.
After this remark, it may seem ridiculous, and yet it is perfectly just
to say, that Cooper, so far from giving way to exaggeration in his
assertions, kept himself well within the bounds of the truth. In the
exercise of that duty which presses heavily upon every reviewer, to
seem, if not to be wiser than his author, many of the English
periodicals, even those most favorable to America, undertook to doubt
his statements of fact, to sneer at his prophecies of the future as
ludicrous exaggerations, and to term them striking and whimsical
instances of Yankee braggadocio, and of the love of building castles in
the air. Cooper could not well overstate the material prosperity and
progress of the country, nor the inability of men trained under
different conditions either to believe it or to comprehend it. Reality
soon outran some of his most daring anticipations. His most extravagant
statements were speedily more than confirmed by the operation of
agencies whose mighty results he could not foresee, because, when he
wrote, the agencies themselves did not exist. He had carefully guarded
himself in one instance, by saying that he did not expect that the
Northwest would be settled within an early period. The precaution was
unnecessary. He had been brought up in a town, founded in the
wilderness, at a distance of less than one hundred and fifty miles (p. 104)
from the commercial capital of the republic. He lived long enough to see
the frontiers of civilization pushed one thousand miles west of the line
it had held in his boyhood's home.

Any wrong impression, therefore, which the work conveyed was not due to
the spirit of braggadocio pervading it, as asserted and commented upon
by the English reviewers. No false statement was made intentionally;
there were very few that were made mistakenly. But though Cooper
purposed to tell nothing but truth about his country, he did not feel
himself under obligation to tell all the truth. The attention was almost
exclusively directed to that side of the national character which lent
itself most readily to favorable treatment. What was unfavorable was
either omitted altogether, or was very lightly passed over. One letter
alone, and that not a long one, was devoted to slavery. It is plain that
he was annoyed by it; to some extent, in spite of his confidence,
disquieted by it, though the dangers he feared were not the dangers that
actually came. Even at that early day there was enough to trouble the
lover of his country in the criticism it encountered, for the glaring
contrast between its professions of liberty and its practice; but far
more in the dimly-seen shape of that gigantic struggle which, though
itself vague and undefined, was already beginning to cast its lowering
shadow over the future of the republic. So in a similar manner the
literature, architecture, and art of America were passed over in a few
pages, while letter after letter was given up to a description of its
progress in wealth and comfort. Yet no one knew better than Cooper,--at
a later period he took care his countrymen should not forget it,--that
of all standards by which to test national glory, the material     (p. 105)
standard is in itself the lowest and most vulgar; and that the
difference in real greatness between two places can never be measured by
the comparative amount of sugar, or salt, or flour sold in each. Yet he
remembered then, what later he seemed to forget, that the necessity of
conquering the continent, of making it inhabitable for man, was at the
time and must continue long to remain a very positive hindrance to the
development of literary and artistic ability, because by the immense
rewards it offered it attracted to the development of material resources
the intellect and vigor of the entire land.

Cooper tells us, as has been said, that he lost money on this work. But
there was something more than pecuniary failure that attended it. There
were in it statements which met with disfavor at home. More important
than these, however, were remarks that aroused personal hostility
abroad. He made several references, in particular, to the people of
England, and they were not of a kind to conciliate regard for himself
and his work. In one place he spoke of the society of that country as
being more repulsive, artificial, and cumbered, and, in short, more
absurd and frequently less graceful than that of any other European
nation. Theoretically, the English care nothing for foreign opinion.
They have said it so often among themselves that most of them look upon
it as a point which has been settled by the consent of mankind. But like
many other beliefs it has become an article of faith without having
become an article of practice. To this extent it is true that they care
nothing for the remarks of obscure men of which they never hear. On the
other hand, no nation is more sensitive to contemporary foreign opinion,
coming from writers of distinction. There will be plenty of        (p. 106)
instances furnished in this one biography to prove fully this assertion.
Cooper's attack was never forgotten or forgiven. From this time there
was a distinctly hostile feeling manifested toward him in many of the
English periodicals. Even before his next work appeared, London
correspondents of American newspapers announced that it was going to be
severely criticised, inasmuch as the novelist had made himself unpopular
in England by the comments made and the views put forth in the "Notions
of the Americans." If this were not true, it was at least believed to be
true. Certainly the fact of hostility steadily increasing from this
period, on the part of the British press, cannot be denied, whatever we
may think of the causes that brought it about. Nor did it stop short
with depreciation of his works. Literary criticism, even if based merely
upon personal dislike, can always resort with safety to the cheap
defense that it is honest. But there were reviewers who went farther,
who framed for Cooper imaginary feelings and then proceeded to assail
him for having them. He was accused, especially, of pluming himself
highly upon the title of the "American Scott." Hazlitt, for instance,
seeing him strutting, as he terms it, in the streets of Paris, was
enabled to detect by the way the novelist walked the way he felt upon
this special matter, and afterward to state the conclusion at which he
had arrived as a positive fact. Similar specimens of fine critical
insight into Cooper's motives and sentiments can be found scattered up
and down the pages of English journals.

At the time he was bringing out "The Water Witch" in Germany, the
revolution in France took place that resulted in the expulsion of  (p. 107)
the Bourbons and the calling of Louis Philippe to the throne. Paris
became at once the Mecca to which the lovers of liberty throughout
Europe resorted. Thither Cooper hastened from his home in Dresden. He
reached the city in August, 1830. There he watched with the profoundest
interest the political movements that were going on about him. The
reactionary tendencies that early began to manifest themselves in the
rule of the Citizen King, brought to him the same disappointment and the
same disgust that it did to all the ardent republicans of the Old World.
There is much in what he says to remind the reader of the feelings
expressed by Heine, who had likewise hurried to Paris after the July
revolution, and who was venting his indignation and contempt in the
columns of the Augsburg "Allgemeine Zeitung." Occasional passages bear
even a close similarity. Cooper on one occasion describes Louis Philippe
walking about among his subjects wearing a white hat, carrying a red
umbrella, and evidently laboring to act in an easy and affable manner.
"In short," he said in a phrase that might have been written by the
great German, "he was condescending with all his might."

Close upon the revolution in France followed the revolt of Poland. The
insurrection lasted about ten months, and during its progress the
feelings of Cooper were profoundly stirred in behalf of that people.
With this his personal friendship with the Polish poet, Mickiewicz, had
probably a great deal to do; for at Rome a close intimacy had sprung up
between him and that author. At a meeting, held in Paris on the 4th of
July, 1831, at which Cooper presided, a sum of money was contributed to
aid the revolters in their struggle. He presided also at other     (p. 108)
meetings to advance the same cause, and acted as chairman of a committee
to raise funds to assist the Polish soldiers who were fighting for
independence, and when this failed, to relieve the exiles in their
distress. Two addresses to the American people signed by him in his
official capacity--one written in July, 1831, and the other in June,
1832--appeared in the American papers of those years; and the fervor
that characterizes them both leaves little doubt as to their authorship.

Into the great struggle going on in Europe, either openly or silently
between aristocracy and democracy, he now, indeed, threw himself with
his whole heart. In certain respects this was a disadvantage. Whenever
Cooper's feelings on political subjects were aroused, his literary work
betrayed the obtrusion of interests more dominating than those which
belong to it legitimately. This was manifested in the three tales which
followed. In them the scene of action was not only transferred to
European soil, but a direct attempt was avowedly made to apply American
principles to European facts. These novels were "The Bravo," which
appeared November 29, 1831; "The Heidenmauer," which appeared September
25, 1832; and "The Headsman," which appeared October 18, 1833. The
purpose of all these was the direct exaltation of republican
institutions, and likewise the exposure of those which paraded in the
garb of liberty without possessing its reality. The scenes of two were
accordingly laid in the aristocratic cities of Venice and of Berne. The
first of the three is generally spoken of as the best, especially by
those who have read none of them at all. Little difference will be
found, as a matter of fact, between "The Bravo" and "The Headsman" (p. 109)
as regards literary merit. "The Heidenmauer" is, however, distinctly
inferior, and is in truth one of the most tedious novels that Cooper
ever wrote. All were, however, animated by the same spirit. They all
assailed oligarchical, and lauded democratic institutions. They were
full of denunciations of the accommodating stupidity of patricians who
were never able to see anything beneficial to the interests of the state
in what was injurious to the interests of their own order. In
particular, the doctrine was held up to derision, that while to the
ignorant and the low there was ample power given to suffer, there was no
power given to understand; and that consequently it was their duty
always to obey and never to criticise.

In writing this series Cooper was undertaking what was on the face of it
a hazardous experiment. The peril was not, as thoughtless criticism has
had it, in transferring his scenes and characters to a foreign soil.
Human nature suffers no material change in passing from America to
Europe. The danger lay in the fact that these were novels written with a
purpose. The story was not told for its own sake, but for the sake of
enforcing certain political opinions. It required, therefore, unusual
skill in its construction and in the management of its details. For
whatever may be the exact truth contained in the doctrine of art for
art's sake, this is certainly clear, that in a work of fiction designed
to advance successfully any cause, or support any theory, the didactic
element must be made entirely subordinate to the purely creative
element. Otherwise we impart to the novel the tediousness of a homily
without its accepted authority. Art must be wooed as a mistress; she can
never be commanded as a slave. He, therefore, who seeks to press   (p. 110)
fiction into a work so foreign to its nature as the inculcation of
political opinions, must, if he hopes to succeed, make the story suggest
the lesson without conveying it obtrusively. Above all is there need of
delicate touch and skillful handling, if the aim be to affect those who
are prejudiced against the views expressed, or whose interests are
involved in the fate of those attacked. But Cooper's was never a
delicate touch. What he thought he never insinuated; what he believed
himself he never allowed to make its way indirectly into the minds of
others. He always uttered it boldly, and sometimes offensively.
Effective this assuredly is in compositions of a certain class; but it
is entirely out of place in a work of fiction. In the case of these
particular novels the purpose is avowed openly and repeatedly. Cooper,
indeed, takes care never to let it escape the reader's attention. He may
almost be said to stand by his shoulder to jog him if he once happens to
forget that the story has a moral. American institutions, especially,
were constantly held up as models in which the best results were seen,
and which it was the policy of all other countries to imitate. The
course taken was a mark of patriotism; but it was not the way to gain
converts. It is, in truth, the misfortune of the novelist, burdened with
a moral purpose, that the reader usually feels the burden and is not
affected by the moral. It was not by methods like these that Scott threw
about chivalry and aristocracy that glamour which outlasts the most
minute acquaintance with the reality, and influences the imagination in
spite of the protest of the judgment.

But another result that followed from writing novels with a purpose, had
a more direct influence upon his reputation. It made it impossible (p. 111)
that his work should any longer be criticised fairly. This was
immediately seen in the case of "The Bravo." This novel had far more
success in Europe than in America. But the success was not of a
legitimate kind. Parties were at once arrayed for it or against it, not
because it was a good or bad production from a literary point of view,
but according as men sympathized with or were hostile to the political
principles it advocated. It was not the merit of the work that came
under consideration, but the merit of the cause. This at once destroyed
almost entirely the value of any criticism which the story received.

A little while before "The Bravo" appeared, Cooper was unwillingly led
to take part in a controversy which, according to his own view, was the
remote cause of the hostility he afterwards encountered in his own land.
It was at the time that the movement began on the part of Louis Philippe
to separate himself from the liberals, of whom Lafayette was the chief
representative. A discussion had arisen, in the French Chamber of
Deputies, on the desirability of a reduction in the expenses of
government. It gave rise to a controversy which extended much beyond the
body in which it originated. Lafayette had advocated greater economy. In
the course of the debate mentioned, he had referred to the United States
as being a country which was cheaply governed, and at the same time well
governed. The periodical press at once took up the question. M. Saulnier,
one of the editors of the "Revue Britannique," came out with an article,
the direct object of which was to prove that a government of three
powers, such as was the limited monarchy recently established, was not
so expensive as that of a republic. In particular, he claimed that (p. 112)
the tax levied per head on the citizens of France was less than that
similarly levied on the citizens of the United States. This was a direct
attack upon Lafayette, who had for forty years been maintaining that the
government of this country was the cheapest known. The attention of
Cooper was called to this article, and he was asked to reply. He
declined. A little later it was made clear to him that the object with
which it was written was to injure Lafayette. The matter then assumed
another aspect. To that statesman Cooper was bound by ties of intimate
personal friendship and by a common love of this country. At a public
dinner, which had been given to Lafayette on the 8th of December, 1830,
by the Americans in Paris, Cooper had presided, and in a speech of
marked fervor and ability, he had dwelt upon the debt due from the
United States to the gallant Frenchman, who had ventured fortune and
life to aid a nation struggling against great odds to be free. It was
not in his nature to have his deeds give the lie to his words. The fact
above mentioned at once overcame his reluctance to engage in the
controversy. Accordingly in December, 1831, appeared a "Letter to
General Lafayette," preceded by a letter from Lafayette to himself,
dated the 22d of November. This was a pamphlet of fifty pages, in which
he went into the subject of the cost of the United States government. It
produced an immediate reply from M. Saulnier, who went over the ground
again, and with a fine air of candor affected to revise his previous
statements. As a result he made the cost of the American government a
little larger than he had done before. To this Cooper replied in a series
of letters published in the "National." The controversy would      (p. 113)
have ended sooner than it did, had it not been for the appearance
of a fresh actor on the scene. This was a certain Mr. Leavitt Harris. He
nominally belonged to New Jersey, but a large share of his life had been
spent in Russia, and his political notions had apparently become
acclimated to that region. He wrote an article on the subject in the
shape of a letter to M. Francois Delassert, the vice-president of the
Chamber of Deputies. In it he took ground opposite to that taken by
Cooper, controverted his facts, and denied his inferences. So great
weight was attached to it by the French government party that it was
published as a supplementary number of the "Revue Britannique." Mr.
Harris had once been left as _chargé d'affaires_ at St. Petersburg
during the absence of John Adams at the peace negotiations at Ghent. His
letter was accordingly dwelt upon as the production of an American who
had been intrusted by his government with high diplomatic position. We
who know out of what stuff our foreign agents are sometimes made, would
not be likely to attach much weight to the mere fact. But to a foreign
nation the opinion of an official seemed naturally more trustworthy than
that of a private citizen.

To the letter of Mr. Harris, Cooper replied on the 3d of May, 1832. This
closed the discussion, at least so far as he was concerned.[1] But the
controversy was followed by circumstances of a mortifying character. After
the return to America of the United States minister, William       (p. 114)
C. Rives, Mr. Harris was nominated by the President, and confirmed by
the Senate early in March, 1833, as _chargé d'affaires_; and this office
he held until the arrival of Edward Livingston, who was appointed
minister on the 3d of May of the same year. Previously to this
discreditable act, the Department of State had committed one of
imbecility. It had issued a circular to the different local authorities
of the Union with avowed reference to the finance controversy. Its
purport was a request for them to furnish information in regard to the
amount of public expenditures over which they had control. Against this
course Cooper protested at once in a long and vigorous letter to the
American people, written on the 10th of December, 1832, from Vevay,
Switzerland, and first printed in the Philadelphia "National Gazette."
He took the ground that in such a discussion local burdens ought not to
be included. It was, in fact, by confusing various kinds of taxation,
and taxation for various objects, that the French government party had
been able to make any showing for their own side. The letter was widely
circulated, and seems to have served its purpose in suppressing the
information that had been asked.

                   [Footnote 1: I express no opinion on the merits of
                   this controversy, for I have seen very slight
                   summaries only of the articles that appeared in the
                   _Revue Britannique_. But it is proper to say that it
                   was the opinion of the French liberals, that Cooper
                   utterly demolished his antagonists in the
                   controversy.]

Unfortunately it was not the administration alone that displayed a lack
of proper sentiment in this controversy. It is far from being a
creditable thing in the history of the country that Cooper was subjected
to constant attack, and even abuse, in the American newspapers, for his
conduct in this finance discussion. He had been particularly careful to
confine his remarks to the cost of government in the United States. He
had not touched at all upon the cost of government in France. Yet he
was charged with having overstepped the reserve imposed upon       (p. 115)
foreigners, and of having attacked the administration of a friendly
country. The accusation was constantly made against him that he went
about "flouting his Americanism throughout Europe," and in this
particular case that he had overrated the importance of the controversy,
and also the importance of the part he had taken in it. He had, in fact,
aroused the hostility of that section of Americans, insignificant in
number and ability, but sometimes having social position, who prefer the
conveniences of despotism to the inconveniences of liberty. To such men
Cooper's intense nationality was a standing reproach. His reputation,
moreover, made their own littleness especially conspicuous. Depreciation
of him, and of his rank as a man of letters, was a necessity of their
case. As they did not express openly their real feelings, they carried
on at advantage a war against a man who never had the prudence to hide
what he thought. Yet among the better class of Americans abroad,
Cooper's attachment to his native land received the recognition it
merited. "Cooper's new book, 'The Bravo,'" wrote Horatio Greenough, from
Paris, to Rembrandt Peale, in November, 1831, "is taking wonderfully
here. If you could transfuse a little of that man's love of country and
national pride into the leading members of our high society, I think it
would leaven them all."

But the attacks in the American newspapers made a painful impression
upon a mind that was morbidly sensitive to criticism even from the most
insignificant of men. For an act of generous patriotism for which he
deserved the thanks of all his countrymen he had received vilification
from many of them. These things embittered him. They made him
distrustful of the spirit that prevailed in his own land. He       (p. 116)
began to fancy that the country had gone back instead of forward in
national feeling during the years of his absence. He had determined to
return, because he was unwilling to have his children brought up on
foreign soil and under foreign influences. But for himself he resolved
to abandon literature. As soon as he had finished the manuscript he had
in hand, he would give up all further thought of writing. "The quill and
I are divorced," he wrote to Greenough in June, 1833, "and you cannot
conceive the degree of freedom, I could almost say of happiness, I feel
at having got my neck out of the halter." Longings for his old sea-life
often came over him. "You must not be surprised," he wrote,
half-jestingly, to the same friend, "if you hear of my sailing a sloop
between Cape Cod and New York." But he had no definite plans marked out.
The only thing about which his mind was made up was not to write any
more.




CHAPTER VII.                                                       (p. 117)

1833-1838.


On the fifth of November, 1833, Cooper landed at New York. For a few
winters that followed he made that city his place of residence. The
summers he spent in Cooperstown. To this village he paid a visit in
June, 1834, after having been away from it entirely for about sixteen
years. The recollections of his early life had always endeared it to his
memory, and in it he now determined to take up his permanent abode.
Accordingly he acquired possession of his father's old place, which for
a long period had remained unoccupied. The house had received from the
inhabitants the name of Templeton Hall, with a direct reference to "The
Pioneers." Everything about it was rapidly hastening to ruin. Cooper at
once began repairs upon it, and after these had been fully completed he
made it his only residence. It was in this little village, upon the
shore of the lake which his pen has made famous, that he spent the
remainder of his life. There he wrote nearly all the works which he
produced after his return to his native land. Its seclusion and quiet
gave him ample opportunities for undisturbed literary exertion; the
beauty of the surroundings ministered constantly to his passion for
scenery; and of the world outside he saw sufficient to satisfy his
wishes in the frequent journeys which business compelled him to make to
the great cities.

Yet, though his latter days were spent in the country, the life    (p. 118)
he led henceforward deserves anything but the name of a pastoral. With
the return from Europe begins the epic period of Cooper's career. The
next ten years, in particular, were years of battle and storm. He had
been criticised harshly and unjustly; he came back prepared and disposed
to criticise. His feelings found expression at once. The America to
which he had returned seemed to him much worse than that from which he
had gone. In his opinion nearly everything had deteriorated. Manners,
morals, the whole spirit of the nation, struck him as being on a lower
level. Yet the change was not really in the people; it was in himself.
The country had been moving on in the line of its natural bustling
development; he, on the contrary, had been going back in sentiment. In
one particular there was a certain justification for the dislike
expressed by him for the novel things he saw. The business of the entire
land was in a feverish condition. The Erie Canal, completed the year
before his departure for Europe, had opened an unbroken water way from
the Atlantic sea-board to the farthest shores of the great lakes. To
this stimulus to population and trade was added the expected stimulus of
the railroad system, then in its infancy. Both together were disclosing,
though more to the imagination than to the eye, the wealth that lay hid
in the unsettled regions of the West. They were active agents,
therefore, in creating one of those periods of speculative prosperity
which are sure to recur when any new and unforeseen avenue to sudden
fortune is laid open. The immense field for endeavor revealed by the
prospective establishment of flourishing communities reacted unfavorably
upon the intellectual movement which had begun in a feeble way     (p. 119)
to show itself twenty years before. The attraction of mighty enterprises
which held out to the hope promises of the highest temporal triumphs,
was a competition that mere literary and scholastic pursuits, with their
doubtful success and precarious rewards, could not well maintain. The
country certainly went back for a time in higher things in consequence
of that rapid material progress which drew to its further development
the youthful energy and ability of the entire land. To make money and to
make it rapidly seemed to be the one object of life.

Such a fever of speculative prosperity wholly absorbing the thoughts and
activities of men in the acquisition of wealth, would have been viewed
by Cooper at any time with indifference, even if it did not inspire
disgust. But a greater change than he knew had come over him. It is
clear that he had now grown largely out of sympathy with the energy and
enterprise which were doing so much to build up the prosperity and power
of his country. His nature had come into a profound sympathy with the
quiet, the culture, and the polish of the lands he had left behind. His
spirit could no longer be incited by the romance that lay hid in the
fiery energies of trade. In the tumultuousness of the life about him, he
could see little but a restless and vulgar exertion for the creation of
wealth. The perpetual bustle and change were not to his taste. He spoke
of it afterwards, in one of his works, with a certain grim humor
peculiarly his own. America he said, was a country for alibis. The whole
nation was in motion; and everybody was everywhere, and nobody was
anywhere.

Feelings of this kind had begun to come over him long before his   (p. 120)
return from abroad. He had been affected by his surroundings to an
extent of which he was only vaguely conscious. While in Europe he
admitted that he found growing in his nature a strong distaste for the
common appliances of common life. He had not been long in Florence
before these sentiments found utterance. "I begin to feel," he wrote, "I
could be well content to vegetate here for one half of my life, to say
nothing of the remainder." He drew sharp distinctions between commercial
towns and capitals. Even in Italy, Leghorn with its growing trade, its
bales of merchandise, its atmosphere filled with the breath of the salt
sea mixed with the smell of pitch and tar, seemed mean and vulgar after
the refinement and world-old beauty of Florence. He acknowledged that
the languor and repose of towns which glory simply in their collections
and recollections, were far more suited to his feelings than the
activity and tumult of towns whose glory lies in their commercial
enterprises. This preference is not uncommon among cultivated men. But
it is too much to ask of a nation that it shall exist for the sake of
gratifying the æsthetic emotions of travelers. The process of achieving
greatness can never be so agreeable to the looker-on as the sight of
greatness achieved; but it is unhappily often the case that many things,
which the visitor regards as a charm, the native feels to be a reproach.

Besides the change of view in himself, there were some actual changes in
the country that were not temporary in their nature. The constitution of
society had altered at home during his residence abroad, or was rapidly
altering. The influence of the old colonial aristocracy was fast dying
out. New men were pushing to the wall the descendants of the       (p. 121)
families that had flourished before the Revolution, and had sought after
it to keep up distinctions and exclusiveness which the very success of
the struggle in which they had been concerned doomed to an early decay.
This was especially noticeable in New York. In such a city social rank
must tend, in the long run, to wait upon wealth. The result may be
delayed, it cannot be averted. Wealth, too, in most cases, will find its
way to the hands of those carrying on great commercial undertakings.
That this class would eventually become a controlling one in society, if
not the controlling one, was inevitable. It was not likely that men, who
were bent on the conquest of the continent, who revolved even in their
dreams all forms of the adventurous and the perilous, whose enterprise
stopped short only with the impossible, would be content long to submit
to a fictitious superiority on the part of those whose thoughts were so
taken up with the consideration of what their fathers had been or had
done that they forgot to be or to do anything themselves. Yet the latter
composed no small share of the class with which Cooper's early
associations had lain. He naturally sympathized with them rather than
with those who were displacing them. Trade began to seem to him vulgar,
and it was doubtless true that many engaged in it, who had become
rapidly rich, were vulgar enough. But he made no distinction. He longed
for the restoration of a state of things that had gone forever by. He
was disposed to feel dissatisfaction with much that was taking place,
not because it came into conflict with his judgment, but because it
jarred upon his tastes and prejudices.

A residence in Europe for a few years had, indeed, done for him    (p. 122)
what the coming-on of old age does for most. He had become the eulogist
of times past. The views which he expressed in private and in public,
during the decade that followed his return to America, were not of the
kind to make him popular with his countrymen. The manners of the people
were, according to him, decidedly worse than they were twenty or thirty
years before. The elegant deportment of women had been largely
supplanted by the rattle of hoydens and the giggling of the nursery. The
class of superior men of the quiet old school were fast disappearing
before the "wine-discussing, trade-talking, dollar-dollar set" of the
day. Under the blight of this bustling, fussy, money-getting race of
social Vandals, simplicity of manners had died out, or was dying out.
The architecture of the houses, like the character of the society, was
more ambitious than of old, but in far worse taste; in a taste, in fact,
which had been corrupted by uninstructed pretension. The towns were
larger, but they were tawdrier than ever. The spirit of traffic was
gradually enveloping everything in its sordid grasp. There had taken
place a vast expansion of mediocrity, well enough in itself, but so
overwhelming as nearly to overshadow everything that once stood out as
excellent.

In most of these remarks I am giving Cooper's sentiments, as far as
possible, in his own words. They stung the national vanity to the quick.
The bitter resentment they evoked at the time could hardly be understood
now; and a great deal of wrath was then kindled at what would meet with
assent, at the present day, on account of its justice, or excite
amusement on account of its exaggeration. Thurlow Weed, in 1841,
expressed a general sentiment about Cooper, with much affluence of
capital letter and solemnity of exclamatory punctuation. "He has   (p. 123)
disparaged, American Lakes," wrote that editor, "ridiculed American
Scenery, burlesqued American Coin, and even satirized the American
Flag!" Cooper could hardly have expected his strictures to be received
with applause, but he was clearly surprised at the outcry they awoke.
Yet he had had plenty of opportunities to learn that other countries
were as sensitive to criticism as his own. One singular illustration of
this feeling had been exhibited at Rome. He had completed his novel of
"The Water Witch" and wished to print and publish it in that city. The
manuscript was accordingly sent to the censor. It was kept for days,
which grew to weeks. It was at last returned with refusal, unless it
were subjected to thorough revision. Almost on the opening page occurred
a highly objectionable paragraph. "It would seem," Cooper had written,
"that as nature has given its periods to the stages of animal life, it
has also set limits to all moral and political ascendency. While the
city of the Medici is receding from its crumbling walls, like the human
form shrinking into 'the lean and slippered pantaloon,' the Queen of the
Adriatic sleeping on her muddy isles, and Rome itself is only to be
traced by fallen temples and buried columns, the youthful vigor of
America is fast covering the wilds of the West with the happiest fruits
of human industry." This passage, the censor quietly but severely
pointed out, laid down a principle that was unsound, and supported it by
facts that were false. A rigid pruning could alone make the work worthy
of a license. The consequence was that Cooper carried the manuscript
with him to Germany, and it was first published in Dresden, in a land
where men were not sensitive to anything that might be said, at any rate
about Italy.

But the personal unpopularity he brought upon himself by his       (p. 124)
censorious remarks will not wholly account for the unpopularity as a
writer, which it was his fortune, in no short time, to acquire. There
were other agencies at work besides those which affected the feeling
towards him as a man. Throughout the English-speaking world there had
been a literary reaction. Men had begun to tire of the novel of
adventure. It was not that it had lost its hold upon the public; it had
lost the supreme hold which for twenty years it had maintained. The
mighty master was dead; to some extent his influence had died before
him. The later work he did, had in several instances detracted from,
rather than added to the fame he had won by the earlier. Cooper's own
ventures in the field of foreign fiction, whatever their absolute merit,
could not be compared with those in which he had drawn the life of the
ocean, or the streams and forests of his native land. But outside of any
effect produced by poorer production, there could be no doubt of the
fact of a change in the public taste. The hero of action had gone by. In
his place had come the hero of observation and reflection, who did not
do great things, but who said good things. The exquisite and the
sentimentalist were the fashion, to be speedily followed, according to
the law of reaction, by the boor and the satirist. At the time when
Cooper returned from Europe, Bulwer was the popular favorite. Both in
England and America he was styled the prince of living novelists; and
nowhere was enthusiasm, in his behalf, crazier than in this country. The
revolution in taste, moreover, worked directly in his favor in more ways
than one. Scott and Cooper's heroes, whether intelligent or not, were
invariably moral. But of this sort of men readers were tired. No   (p. 125)
character could please highly the popular palate in which there was
not a distinct flavor of iniquity. More ability and less morality was
the opinion generally entertained, though probably not often expressed.
Hence it was not unnatural that the sentimental dandies and high-toned
villains of Bulwer's earlier novels should have been the heroes to
captivate all hearts.

The comparatively low estimate into which the novel of adventure had
sunk, undoubtedly had a marked effect upon Cooper's reputation. Some of
his later work is superior to his earlier from the artistic point of
view. Yet it was never received with the same praise, at least in
English-speaking countries. More than that, the criticism it received
was often excessively depreciatory; nor was this all due to personal
unpopularity, though a good deal of it certainly was. He simply wrote in
a style which the age had temporarily left behind, and fancied it had
outgrown. All that Cooper had to do, all that under any circumstances he
could do, was to keep on producing the best that lay in his power; sure
to find a certain body of readers in sympathy with him; sure also that
some time in the future the revolution of taste would bring him into
fashion if he had written anything that really deserved to live.

These facts and considerations must, however, be borne in mind in order
to understand the gradual growth of the ill-feeling that sprang up
between Cooper and his countrymen. To the change of view in himself and
to the change of taste in the public, were soon added special
circumstances that tended to bring about or increase alienation. But
there did not exist toward him, when he came back from Europe, any
hostility on the part of his countrymen. Circumstances had led him (p. 126)
to suspect such a feeling; but it was mainly the creation of a nature
that was morbidly sensitive to criticism. He was not, to be sure, the
popular idol at his return that he had been at his departure. But this
decline, outside of the causes already mentioned, was due to ignorance
rather than dislike. A new generation had, during his absence, come on
the scene of active life. To it the influence of his personal presence
was unknown. He had been away so long that many looked upon him with the
indifference with which foreigners are regarded by the majority; on the
other hand, the fact of his being a native prevented others from feeling
that interest in him which a foreigner has to some. Whatever hostility
actually existed sprang mainly from causes creditable to himself. If
Cooper disliked England for its depreciation of America, he hated with a
hatred akin to loathing, the recreant Americans who mistook the relation
they bore to their native land, and apologized for its character and
existence, instead of apologizing for their own. For these men he made
no effort to hide the contempt he felt. This class, far larger then in
numbers than now, came mainly from the great cities. Many of them had
wealth and social position to make up for their lack of ability; some of
them were attached to the legations. They naturally resented the low
opinion entertained and expressed of them by their countryman, and had
doubtless done him some harm, though far less than he supposed. Besides
these, however, there were certainly a pretty large number by whom his
aggressive patriotism was felt to be a positive bore. To this feeling
there had been a good deal of expression given in the newspaper press.
Cooper, who never could learn how little effect of itself hostile  (p. 127)
criticism has upon the reputation of a popular writer, gave to these
attacks far more weight than they deserved.

It was, therefore, with exaggerated and unnecessary feelings of distrust
that he had returned to his native land. He looked for indifference and
aversion. Men seldom fail to find in such cases what they expect. He was
present at a reception given, a few days after his return, to Commodore
Chauncey. Men whom he knew, but had not seen for years, did not come up
to speak with him; those who did, addressed him as if he had been gone
from the city a few weeks. So much was he chilled by this apparent
coldness that he left the room before the dinner was half over. He did
not appreciate his own reserve of manner. The indifference which he
found was, in many cases, due not to any lack of cordiality in others,
but to hesitation at the way in which advances would be received by
himself. There was a brusqueness in his address, an apparent assumption
in his manner, which had nothing consonant to them in his feelings. But
it was only those who knew him intimately that could venture, after long
separation, to break in upon this seeming unsociableness and hauteur.

On Monday, May 29 1826, just before his departure for Europe, a dinner
had been given to Cooper at the City Hotel by the club which he had
founded. It partook almost of the nature of an ovation. Chancellor Kent
had presided. De Witt Clinton, the governor of the state, General Scott,
and many others conspicuous in public life, had honored it with their
presence. Charles King, the editor of the "New York American," and
subsequently president of Columbia College, had addressed him in a
speech full of the heartiest interest in his future and of pride   (p. 128)
in his past. The Chancellor had voiced the general feeling by toasting
him as the "genius which has rendered our native soil classic ground,
and given to our early history the enchantment of fiction." No one, in
fact, had ever left the country with warmer wishes or more enthusiastic
expressions of admiration and regard. It was but little more than a week
after his return when another invitation to a public dinner was offered
him by some of the most prominent citizens of New York. In this they
expressly asserted that he had won their esteem and affection, not
merely by his talents, but by his manly defense, while abroad, of the
institutions of his country. The invitation seemed to surprise Cooper as
well as the language in which it was couched. He thanked the proposers
warmly, but he declined it. The refusal was perhaps unavoidable. If so,
it was unfortunate; if not, it was a mistake. Had the dinner taken
place, it would have shown him the estimation in which he was really
held, and would have modified or destroyed any prejudices entertained
towards him by others, if any such existed.

Up to this period in his public career, Cooper had certainly not done
anything to undermine his popularity. He now entered upon a line of
conduct which it is charity to call blundering. He began, or at any rate
pursued, a controversy, in which nothing was to be gained and everything
to be risked, if not actually lost. He not only set himself to defend a
course that needed no defense, he replied to attacks, real or imaginary,
which could only be raised into importance by receiving from him notice.
These attacks were a criticism on "The Bravo" which had appeared in the
"New York American;" a criticism on his later writings which was found
in the columns of the "New York Commercial Advertiser;" and an     (p. 129)
editorial article in the "New York Courier and Enquirer." He could not
have done a more foolish thing. He knew perfectly well that no writer
could be written down save by himself. He has quoted the very remark.
But a hundred similar sayings, condensing in a line the wisdom of ages,
could never have kept him quiet when an attack was made upon himself. A
popular writer has always immense odds in his favor in any controversy
he may have with inferior men. He is ordinarily sure of the verdict of
posterity, for his is likely to be the only side that will reach its
ears. Even during his own time there will always be a large body of
admirers who will defend him with more fervor, and advocate his cause
with more effect than he has it in his own power to do. But it can and
will be done only in the case that he does little or nothing himself. If
Cooper had lost any ground in the estimation of the public, all he had
to do, in order to regain it, was to remain quiet. The one thing that
Cooper could not do was to remain quiet. He determined to set himself
right before his countrymen. He speedily had full opportunity to
ascertain the results that are pretty sure to follow experiments of this
kind.

In June, 1834, appeared Cooper's "Letter to His Countrymen." Its
publication was no sudden freak, for the year before he had announced
the preparation of it. The work is a thin octavo of a little more than
one hundred pages; but the damage it wrought him was out of all
proportion to its size. The first half of it was taken up with a reply
to the comments and criticisms made in the New York journals already
mentioned. This was of itself sufficiently absurd, for it revived what
had already been forgotten, and gave importance to some things     (p. 130)
had not been worth reading, let alone remembering. But to this
blundering was added a wrongheadedness, of which Cooper's later life was
to afford numerous illustrations. The article from the "Courier and
Enquirer" is quoted in full in the book. Some of its statements are
inaccurate; but no one can read it now without seeing at once that it
was written in a spirit that was the very reverse of hostile. To attack
a powerful journal for comments clearly dictated by friendly feeling,
betrayed more than a lack of prudence; it betrayed a lack of common
sense. Moreover, there were other serious defects in the Letter. He
criticised at some length certain forms of expression used by one of his
assailants. Cooper's remarks on language are almost invariably marked by
the pretension and positiveness that characterize the writers on usage
who are ignorant of their ignorance; but in this case they are in
addition frequently puerile. His personal references were not especially
objectionable. But the best that can be asserted of them is, that he
said with good taste what it would have been better taste not to say at
all. He, however, so contrived to state his position that he laid
himself open to the charge that he looked upon the unfavorable opinion
expressed of "The Bravo" as being instigated by the French government,
and that, in consequence, the ill reception here accorded to his book
was not due necessarily to any inferiority in the work itself, but to
the machinations of foreign political enemies. He did not so mean it. He
meant to imply that there was no limit to the volunteer baseness of men
who stand ready to gratify power by doing for it what it would gladly
have done, but would never ask to have done. But the other was a   (p. 131)
natural inference, and it was used against him with marked effect.

Worse even than all this, he succeeded in accomplishing in the latter
half of his Letter. A most exciting controversy was going on at the time
between the President and the Senate of the United States. The
bitterness had been aggravated into fury by the removal of the deposits.
The Senate had passed a resolution declaring the conduct of the
President unconstitutional. Against this resolution Jackson had
published a protest. The whole country was in a flame. Into the purely
personal controversy in which he was engaged, Cooper lugged in a
discussion of the political question that was agitating the nation. He
remarked, in the course of it, that if the Union were ever destroyed by
errors or faults of an internal origin, it would not be by executive but
by legislative usurpation. In order apparently to have neither of the
two parties in full sympathy with him, he criticised the appointing
power of the President, and his action in filling embassies. It is by
the most strained interpretation of the danger to our institutions from
imitation of those found in foreign countries, that the political
discussion was dragged into this production. The force of folly could
hardly go farther.

The inevitable result followed. The work pleased nobody, and irritated
nearly everybody. Three influential journals were at once made open and
active enemies, and in their wake followed a long train of minor
newspapers. More than that was effected. The Letter called down upon him
the wrath of a great political party, which in the North embraced a
large majority of the educated class; and its hostility followed him
relentlessly to the grave. Unwise as the work was, however, there  (p. 132)
was nothing in it to justify the abuse that in consequence fell upon its
author. To his statement of the danger of legislative usurpation Caleb
Cushing made a dignified, though somewhat rhetorical reply; but while
controverting his opinions, he spoke of Cooper personally with great
respect. But such was not the treatment he generally received. The
language with which he was assailed was of the most insulting and
grossly abusive kind. In those days it was called appalling severity. It
reads now like very dreary and very vulgar billingsgate. One example
will suffice. The "New York Mirror" was then supposed to be the leading
literary paper in New York. It was nominally edited by Morris, Willis,
and Fay, though the two last were at that time in Europe. Morris is
still remembered by two or three songs he wrote. Besides being an
editor, he held the position of general of militia; accordingly he was
often styled by his admirers, "he of the sword and pen," which was just
and appropriate to this extent, that he did as much execution with the
one as with the other. His paper intimated that Cooper was willing to
transform himself into a baboon for the sake of abusing America, and
that his inordinate ambition prompted him to distance all competitors,
whether the race were fame or shame. It is proper to add that the tone
of the "Mirror" in regard to Cooper was radically changed after the
return of Willis from Europe.

In his Letter Cooper announced publicly, what he had long before said to
his friends, that he had made up his mind to abandon authorship. Such
resolutions are mainly remarkable for the fact that they are never kept.
But the howl of denunciation that immediately arose would never have
suffered him to keep still. From this time dates the beginning of  (p. 133)
the long and gallant fight he carried on with the American people.
Gallant it certainly was, whatever may be thought of its wisdom; for it
was essentially the fight of one man against a nation. In politics he
had joined the Democratic party, but with some of their tenets he was
not in the slightest sympathy. He was, for example, a fierce
protectionist, and neglected no opportunity to cover with ridicule the
doctrine of free trade. But though practically standing alone, his
courage never faltered. The storm of obloquy that fell upon him made him
in his turn bitter and unjust in many things he said; but it never once
daunted his spirit or shook his resolution. On the contrary, it almost
seems as if he were aiming at unpopularity; at any rate he could not be
accused of seeking the favor of the public. Its acts he criticised, its
opinions he defied. His literary reputation and the sale of his works
were seriously affected by the course of conduct he pursued and the
hostility it provoked. But he was of that nature that if the certain
result of following the path he had marked out for himself had been the
hatred of the world, he would never have once deviated from it the
breadth of a hair.

He was not a man to remain on the defensive. He at once began
hostilities. His first attempt was unfortunate enough. This was the
satirical novel called "The Monikins," which was published on the 9th of
July, 1835. Of all the works written by Cooper this is most justly
subject to the criticism conveyed in the German idiom, that "it does not
let itself be read." To the immense majority of even the author's
admirers, it has been from the very beginning a sealed book. It is
invariably dangerous to assert a negative. But if a personal reference
may be pardoned, I am disposed to say, that of the generation that (p. 134)
has come upon the stage of active life since Cooper's death, I am
the only person who has read this work through. The knowledge of it
possessed by his contemporaries did not, in many cases, approach to the
dignity of being even second-hand. The accounts of it that have come
under my own notice, seem often to have been gathered from reviews of it
which had themselves been written by men who had never read the
original. It is no difficult matter to explain the neglect into which it
immediately sank. The work was a satire mainly upon certain of the
social and political features to be found in England and America,
designated respectively as Leaphigh and Leaplow; though one or two
things characteristic of France were transferred to the former country.
But satire Cooper could not write. The power of vigorous invective he
had in a marked degree. But the wit which plays while it wounds, which
while saying one thing means another, which deals in far-off suggestion
and remote allusion, this was something entirely unsuited to the
directness and energy of his intellect. Moreover, some of his most
marked literary defects were seen here exaggerated and unrelieved. In
many of his novels there is prolixity in the introduction. Still in
these it is often compensated by descriptions of natural scenery so
life-like and so enthusiastic that even the most _blasé_ of novel
readers is carried along in a state of what may be called endurable
tediousness. But in "The Monikins" the introductory tediousness is
unendurable. It is not until we are nearly half-way into the work and
have actually entered upon the voyage to the land of the monkeys, that
the dullness at all disappears. After the country of Leaphigh is reached
the story is far less absurd and more entertaining; though         (p. 135)
Cooper's descriptions are of the nature of caricature rather than of
satire. There are, however, many shrewd and caustic remarks scattered up
and down the pages of the latter part of the work, but they will never
be known to anybody, for nobody will read the book through.

The work fell perfectly dead from the press. But its failure had not the
least effect in deterring Cooper from continuing in the course upon
which he had started. During the years 1836, 1837, and 1838, he
published ten volumes of travels. In these he repeated, with emphasis,
everything that he had uttered privately or had implied in his previous
publications. The first of these works was entitled "Sketches of
Switzerland." It was divided into two parts. The first, which was
published on May 21, 1836, gave an account of his residence and
excursions in that country during the summer and autumn of 1828. The
second part, which appeared October 8, 1836, was largely taken up with
accounts of matters and things in Paris during the winter of 1831-32, a
journey up the Rhine, and a second visit to Switzerland. These two parts
made four volumes. The remaining six had the general title of "Gleanings
in Europe," and two each were devoted to France, England, and Italy. The
first of these was published March 4, 1837; the second September 2 of
the same year; and the third, May 26, 1838. They were written in the
form of letters, and were pretty certainly made up from letters actually
written or memoranda taken at the time. But they were likewise largely
interspersed with the expression of views and feelings that he had
learned to adopt and cherish since his return to his native land.

In the case of England and America, in particular, his remarks     (p. 136)
may have been full of light, but they did not exhibit sweetness.
Probably no set of travels was ever more elaborately contrived to arouse
the wrath of readers in both countries, nor one that more successfully
fulfilled its mission. His keen observation let no striking traits
escape notice. The individual Englishmen he meets and describes could
furnish entertainment only to men that were not themselves Englishmen.
There is, for instance, the sea-captain who endeavors to compensate for
his lack of energy by giving his passenger an account of the marvelous
riches of the nobility and gentry. Even more graphically drawn is the
islander he met in the Bernese Oberland, who appeared to regard the peak
of the Jungfrau with contempt, as if it did very well for Switzerland;
and who, when his attention was called to a singularly beautiful effect
upon a mountain top, began to tell how cheap mutton was in
Herefordshire. Nor were many of his general remarks flattering. As one
descended in the social scale he thought the English the most artificial
people on earth. Large numbers of them mistook a labored, feigned,
heartless manner for high-breeding. The mass of them acted in society
like children who have had their hair combed and faces washed, to be
shown up in the drawing-room. They were conventional everywhere. The
very men whom he met after his arrival in the streets of Southampton,
all looked as if they had been born with hat-brushes and clothes-brushes
in their hands. As a race, moreover, they had special defects. They
lacked delicacy and taste in conferring obligations or paying
compliments. They were utterly indifferent to the feelings of others.
There was a national propensity to blackguardism; and the English press,
in particular, calumniated its enemies, both political and         (p. 137)
personal, with the coarsest vituperation.

These were not the sort of remarks to draw favorable notices from
British periodicals. Cooper soon had an opportunity to verify, in his
own experience, the truth of the last of his observations that have been
cited. Harsh, however, as was his language about England, it bore little
comparison to the severity with which he expressed himself about
America. The attacks on the newspaper press belong not here, but to the
account of the war he waged with it. The omission, however, will hardly
be noticed in the multitude of other matters he found to criticise.
Manners, customs, society, were touched throughout with an unsparing
hand. Common crimes, he admitted, were not so general with us as in
Europe, though mainly because we were exempt from temptation, but
uncommon meannesses did abound in a large circle of our population. Our
two besetting sins were canting and hypocrisy. We had far less publicity
in our pleasures than other nations; yet we had scarcely any domestic
privacy on account of the neighborhood. The whole country was full of a
village-like gossip which caused every man to think that he was a judge
of character, when he was not even a judge of facts. In most matters we
were humble imitators of the English. All their mistakes and
misjudgments we adopted except such as impaired our good opinion of
ourselves. It was a consequence that all their errors about foreign
countries had become our errors also. In a few cases, indeed, we were
compelled to be American; but whenever there was a tolerable chance we
endeavored to become second-class English. Wherever making money was in
view, we had but one soul and that was inventive enough; but when  (p. 138)
it came to spending it we did not know how to set about it except
by routine. No people traveled as much as we; none traveled with so
little enjoyment or so few comforts. Taste and knowledge and tone were
too little concentrated anywhere, too much diffused everywhere, to make
head against the advances of an overwhelming mediocrity. Of society
there was but little; for what it suited the caprice of certain people
to call such was little more than the noisy, screeching, hoydenish
romping of both sexes. The taint of provincialism was diffused over all
feelings and beliefs. Of arts and letters the country possessed none or
next to none. Moreover, there was no genuine sympathy with either. To
all this dismal prospect there was slight hope of improvement, because
there was a disposition to resent any intimation that we could be better
than we were at present.

It would be a gross error to infer the general character of Cooper's
travels from these extracts. They are gathered together from ten
volumes, without any of the attendant statements by which they are there
in many cases modified. Equally erroneous would it be to suppose that he
did not find much to praise as well as to condemn in both England and
America. These extracts, however, explain the almost savage vituperation
with which Cooper was thenceforth followed in the press of the two
countries. The works themselves met with a very slight sale: none of
them ever passed into a second edition. Men were not likely to read with
alacrity, however much they might with profit, unfavorable opinions
entertained of themselves. Cooper himself could not have hoped for much
success for his strictures. In fact, he expressly declared the contrary.
The most he should expect, he said, would be the secret assent of  (p. 139)
the wise and good, the expressed censure of the numerous class of the
vapid and ignorant, the surprise of the mercenary and the demagogue, and
the secret satisfaction of the few who should come after him who would
take an interest in his name.

Notwithstanding the ferocious criticism with which they were assailed at
the time and the forgetfulness into which they have now fallen, Cooper's
accounts of the countries in which he lived are among the best of their
kind. Books of travel are from their very nature of temporary interest.
It requires peculiar felicity of manner to make up long for the fresher
matter about foreign lands which newer books contain. Striking
descriptions and acute observations will still, however, reward the
reader of Cooper's sketches. There are often displayed in them a vigor
and a political sagacity which of themselves would justify his being
styled the most robust of American authors. Pointed assertions are
scattered up and down his pages. Could, for instance, one of the dangers
of a democracy be more clearly and ill-naturedly put than by his
statement, that the whole science of government in what are called free
states, is getting to be a strife in mystification, in which the great
secret is to persuade the governed that he is in fact the governor? His
books, moreover, while they reflect his prejudices, show an honest
desire to be just. He undoubtedly preferred the Continent to England.
But in his account of that country, while he had the unfairness of
dislike, he never had the unfairness of intentional misrepresentation.
There is nothing of that exulting yell with which the British traveler
of those days fell foul of some specimen of American ill-breeding or
American bumptiousness. Nor did he fail to pay a high tribute to   (p. 140)
what was best in English society or English character. The gentlemen
of that country, in appearance, in attainments, in manliness, and he was
inclined to add in principles, he placed at the head of their class in
Christendom. His censure of America and the Americans was not at all in
the nature of indiscriminate abuse. The fault he found with his
countrymen was based mainly upon their mistaken opinion of themselves
and of their advantages and disadvantages. You boast, he practically
said to them, of the superiority of your scenery, in which you are not
to be compared with Europe; but you constantly abuse your climate which
is equal to, if not finer, than that of any region in the Old World. You
stand up manfully for your manners and tastes, which you ought to
correct; but you are incessantly apologizing for your institutions of
which you ought to be proud. The defects imputed in Europe to the
inhabitants of the United States, such as the want of morals, honesty,
order, decency, liberality, and religion, were not at all our defects.
These, in fact were, as the world goes, the strong points of American
character. On the other hand, those on which we prided ourselves,
intelligence, taste, manners, education as applied to all beyond the
base of society, were the very points upon which we should do well to be
silent. This is certainly not an extreme position. But men are far more
affected by the blame bestowed upon their foibles than by the praise
given to their virtues; and both in England and America the censures
were remembered and the commendations forgotten. Other circumstances
also came in now to add to his unpopularity in his own country. A local
quarrel in which he accidently became concerned, was followed by   (p. 141)
consequences which affected his estimation throughout the whole land;
but the details of this will require a separate chapter.





CHAPTER VIII.                                                      (p. 142)

1837-1838.


Three miles from Cooperstown, on the western side of Otsego Lake, a low,
wooded point of land projects for some distance into the water. It
combines two characteristics of an attractive resort: beauty of scenery
and easiness of access. On these accounts Cooper's father had refused to
sell it when he disposed of his other lands. He had, in fact, specially
reserved it for his own use, and for that of his descendants. In 1808, a
year before his death, he drew up his will. In it he made a particular
devise of this spot. "I give and bequeath," ran the words of the
document, "my place, called Myrtle Grove, on the west side of the Lake
Otsego, to all my descendants in common until the year 1850; then to be
inherited by the youngest thereof bearing my name." Two small buildings
had been successively erected by him on the spot. The first he tore down
himself, but the second was set on fire after his death, by the
carelessness of trespassers using it, and burned to the ground. Shortly
after 1821, the only representative of the family living in Cooperstown
who was of proper age to be consulted, gave his consent, so far as he
was concerned, to the erection of a new building by the community. From
that time the Point came to be a place of general resort. To it fishing
and picnic parties were in the habit of repairing. An impression   (p. 143)
sprang up, moreover, that the spot was public property. This impression
in the course of years advanced to the dignity of positive assertion. It
became in time a universally accepted belief in the minds of the
citizens that the place belonged to them. It then only remained to
furnish the explanation of how it had happened to come into their
possession. This was no difficult achievement. The story was soon
generally received that Cooper's father, instead of permitting the
public to use the Point, had actually made a gift of it to the public.

When Cooper took up his summer residence in the village, after his
return from Europe, he found the notion prevalent that the place in
question belonged to the community. As executor of his father's will he
took pains to correct the error. He informed his fellow-citizens that
the Point was private property, and not public; and that while he had no
desire to prevent them from resorting to it, he was determined to insist
upon the recognition of the real ownership. He might as well have talked
to the winds. The community did not bother itself about examining the
question of title. It had been in the habit of using the Point without
asking any one's consent, and the Point it purposed to keep on using in
the same way.

Matters reached a crisis in 1837. The building erected on the spot had
become dilapidated. Workmen were sent out to repair it, without going
through the formality of consulting the owners of the property. A tree
was also cut down, which, on account of certain associations connected
with his father, Cooper valued particularly. This was not the way to win
over to the view of the community the executor of the property. He sent
a card at once to the editor of the Democratic newspaper of the    (p. 144)
village, stating that the Point was private property, and cautioning
the public against injuring the trees. Nothing, however, was said about
trespassing. The card came too late for publication that week and before
another number of the paper appeared, rumor of its existence had got
about. Its reported character created ill-feeling, and messages and even
threats were sent to Cooper on the subject. These had the effect which
might have been expected. He withdrew the original card and published in
its stead a simple, ordinary notice of warning against trespassing on
the Point, with a few additional facts. The notice, which is dated July
22, 1837, reads as follows:--

"The public is warned against trespassing on the Three Mile Point, it
being the intention of the subscriber rigidly to enforce the title of
the estate, of which he is the representative, to the same. The public
has not, nor has it ever had, any right to the same beyond what has been
conceded by the liberality of the owners."

The notice was signed by Cooper as the executor of his father's estate.
Great was the excitement in the village when it was published. A
hand-bill was immediately put into circulation calling a meeting of the
citizens, to take into consideration the propriety of defending their
rights against the arrogant claims and assumed authority of "one J.
Fenimore Cooper." The meeting was accordingly held. There was little
difference of sentiment among those present. All were animated,
according to the newspaper reports, by the determination to use the
Three Mile Point without being indebted to the liberality of Cooper or
any one else. Stirring speeches were made. Two or three persons were
anxious to delay any action until the question of title had been   (p. 145)
examined. This proposition was deemed by the immense majority of those
present to have a truckling character, and consequently met with no
favor. The meeting, accordingly, found immediate relief for its feelings
in the usual American way, by passing a series of resolutions. The vigor
of these was out of all proportion to the sense. The disposition to defy
Cooper shot, in some instances, indeed, beyond its proper mark, and
extended even to the rules of grammar. After reciting in a preamble the
facts as they understood them, the citizens present went on to express
their determination and opinions as follows:--

"Resolved, By the aforesaid citizens that we will wholly disregard the
notice given by James F. Cooper, forbidding the public to frequent the
Three Mile Point.

"Resolved, That inasmuch as it is well known that the late William
Cooper intended the use of the Point in question for the citizens of
this village and its vicinity, we deem it no more than a proper respect
for the memory and intentions of the father, that the son should
recognize the claim of the citizens to the use of the premises, even had
he the power to deny it.

"Resolved, That we will hold his threat to enforce title to the
premises, as we do his whole conduct in relation to the matter, in
perfect contempt.

"Resolved, That the language and conduct of Cooper, in his attempts to
procure acknowledgements of 'liberality,' and his attempt to force the
citizens into asking his permission to use the premises, has been such
as to render himself odious to a greater portion of the citizens of this
community.

"Resolved, That we do recommend and request the trustees of the Franklin
Library, in this village, to remove all books, of which Cooper is  (p. 146)
the author, from said library.

"Resolved also, That we will and do denounce any man as sycophant, who
has, or shall, ask permission of James F. Cooper to visit the Point in
question.

"Resolved, That the proceedings of this meeting be signed by the
chairman and secretary, and published in the village papers."

Whatever else these proceedings show, they make it clear that the people
of Cooperstown had not well improved the opportunity afforded by his
residence among them, of becoming well acquainted with the character of
their distinguished townsman. Still there was knowledge enough about him
to make the officers of the meeting unwilling to publish the resolutions
as they had been ordered. He was not a man to be trifled with; and no
one cared to make himself personally responsible for what had been said.
As a matter of fact the secretary of the meeting furnished Cooper with a
copy of the resolutions; and it was the latter that first caused them to
be printed. But the story of the meeting speedily found its way into the
newspapers. In the accounts of the proceedings that were in circulation,
it was said that a resolution had been passed that the works of the
novelist should be taken from the library and publicly burned. This was
caught up by the press and repeated everywhere throughout the country.
To this day the baseless tradition lingers in Cooperstown itself, that
this act was not only determined upon but actually done. The matter
doubtless was discussed among the other sage proposals that were brought
forward at this meeting; and it may be true, as was afterwards
suspected, that the original resolution on this point was modified
before it was allowed to go out to the public.

Under the circumstances only one result was possible. The          (p. 147)
community were very speedily satisfied that they did not own the Point,
and were equally convinced that their prospect of obtaining possession
of it by clamor was far from good. Two letters, marked by anything but
timidity or amiability, Cooper wrote to the Democratic newspaper of the
village. In them he gave fully all the facts in the case. To the
assertion paraded in many of the Whig journals of the state, that this
meeting showed the spirit of the people in Cooperstown, he made an
indignant reply. Such a remark, he said, was a libel on the character of
the place. The meeting, he declared, was not composed of a fourth part
of the population, or a hundredth part of the respectability of the
village. The resolutions he described as being the work of presuming
boys, who swagger of time immemorial; of strangers who had lived but a
brief time in the county; and of a few disreputable persons who, bent on
construing liberty entirely on their own side, interposed against
palpable rights and sacred family feelings their gossiping facts, their
grasping rapacity, and their ruthless disposition to destroy whatever
they could not control. "There is but one legal public," he defiantly
concluded his first letter, "and that acts under the obligation of
precise oaths, through prescribed forms, and on constitutional
principles. Let 'excitement' be flourished as it may, this is the only
public to which I shall submit the decision of my rights. So far as my
means allow, insult shall be avenged by the law, violence repelled by
the strong hand, falsehood put to shame by truth, and sophistry exposed
by reason."

It is perfectly clear that on the merits of this controversy Cooper was
wholly in the right. The bluster of these resolutions exhausted    (p. 148)
all the courage of his opponents. The question of ownership was at once
settled definitely and forever. No one on the spot ever questioned the
point any farther, though the original falsehood was steadily repeated
by newspapers at a distance, and apparently never once contradicted
after its untruth had been shown. Some may think the result might have
been reached by milder means, but the spirit shown at the meeting
renders this more than doubtful. Cooper even had to pay for the
insertion of his letters in the village newspaper. Unfortunately the
ill-feeling aroused did not stop here. It gave rise to what may be
described as a semi-political controversy--that is, a controversy in
which one party attacks a man, and the party to which he belongs does
not think it expedient or worth while to defend him. The libel suits to
which it directly or indirectly led with the Whig newspapers of the
state will demand a separate chapter. Before they were well under way,
however, the novelist made up his mind to right himself in another
manner, and brought out a work of fiction which seemed expressly
contrived to meet the thought of the sacred writer who wished his
adversary had written a book.

Cooper determined to write a story in which he would set forth the
principles involved in the controversy about the Point. There is perhaps
no subject that cannot be made interesting by the right treatment. But
he was now in a state of mind that would not have permitted him to
discuss any matter of this nature in the spirit that belongs to the
composition of a work of the imagination. The dispute had embittered his
feelings already sore. It had tended to give him a still more distorted
view of the country to which he had come back. So completely had   (p. 149)
his feelings swung around that he now had an eye for little but the
worst features of the national character. Passion had largely unbalanced
his judgment. Ancient fable has pointed out the danger of falling under
the fascinations of the sirens; but even that seems preferable to
becoming bewitched by the furies.

Still he could not well make a book out of this one event. It could be
used to suit all his purposes, however, by being introduced as an
incident of an ordinary tale. In this way his side of the story would
travel as far as the false assertions about his conduct in the matter
which had been circulated not only over America but over Europe. He also
set out to bring together in the work he was contemplating all the
things that he looked upon with disapprobation and dislike in the social
life of this country. His original intention was to begin a story with
the landing here of an American family long resident in Europe. Happily
he was induced to give an account of the voyage home, and this in the
end necessitated the division of the work into two parts. Accordingly on
the 16th of August, 1837, appeared the novel of "Homeward Bound,"
followed in November of the same year by its sequel, entitled "Home as
Found." The leading characters are the same in both tales, but the
events are entirely unlike. The scene of the first is laid wholly on the
water. In its movement, its variety of incidents, and the spirit and
energy with which they are told, it is one of the best of Cooper's
sea-novels. Nor is this estimate seriously impaired by the fact that it
is in some places marred by controversial discussions on liberty and
equality, and by the withering exposure of views that no man maintained
whose opinions were worth regarding. But these are only occasional (p. 150)
blemishes. They do not materially interfere with the progress of the
story, which moves on with little variation of interest to the end. On
the other hand, the characters are generally as uninteresting as the
events are exciting. The chief ones among them have all reached that
supreme refinement which justifies them in feeling and decisively
pronouncing that whatever is done by anybody but themselves is coarse.
But in this work the personages are so subordinate to the scenes that
any failure in representing the former is more than counterbalanced by
the success shown in depicting the latter.

The reverse was the fact when the sequel followed. In this the
characters and their views became prominent, and the events were of
slight importance. "Home as Found" was far poorer than "Homeward Bound"
was good. Never was a more unfortunate work written by any author. This
is the fact, whether it be looked at from the literary or the popular
point of view. For the latter it is enough to say that the opinions
about America which have already been given in the account of his
European travels were more than reënforced. He said again what he had
said before, and he took pains to add a great deal that had been left
unsaid. The new matter surpassed in the energy of invective the old, and
its attack was more concentrated. There were in the novel, to be sure,
the remarks that had now got to be habitual with Cooper upon the
provincialism of the whole country; but it was upon New York city that
the vials of his wrath were especially poured. The town, according to
the view here expressed of it, was nothing more than a huge expansion of
commonplace things. It was a confused and tasteless collection of
flaring red brick houses, martin-box churches, and colossal        (p. 151)
taverns. But the assault made upon its external appearance bore no
comparison to that upon its internal life. The city in a moral sense
resembled, according to Cooper, a huge encampment. It stood at the
farthest remove from the intellectual supremacy and high tone of a
genuine capital as distinguished from a great trading port. In its
gayeties he saw little better than the struggles of an uninstructed
taste, if indeed that could properly be styled gay which was only a
strife in prodigality and parade. The conversation of the elders was
entirely about the currency, the price of lots, and the latest
speculations in towns. The younger society was made up of babbling
misses, who prattled as waters flow, without consciousness of effort,
and of whiskered masters who fancied Broadway the world; and the two
together looked upon the flirtations of miniature drawing-rooms as the
ideal of human life in its loftiest aspects. Upon the _literati_ the
attack was even more savage. He described this appellation as being
given to the most incorrigible members of the book clubs of New York.
These had been laboriously employed in puffing each other into celebrity
for many weary years, but still remained just as vapid, as conceited, as
ignorant, as imitative, as dependent, and as provincial as ever.

It is not an easy matter to condense the bitterness of two volumes into
a few sentences. Enough has been given, however, to show the character
of the strictures. Whatever may be thought of their justice, few will be
disposed to deny their vigor. But Cooper, unfortunately for himself, was
not satisfied with demolishing what seemed poor in his eyes. He
undertook the business of reconstruction, and set up an ideal of how
things ought to be. His main agents in this work were the members  (p. 152)
of the Effingham family, whom he had brought over from Europe in
"Homeward Bound." In these and the train dependent upon them, we were to
find realized that pure and perfect social state which he contemplated
in his own mind. To them were added a few survivors from the old
families, as he termed them, which after a manner had ridden out the
social gale that had made shipwreck of so many of their original
companions. Out of these materials Cooper attempted to build his ideal
framework of a life in which men thought rationally and lived nobly. It
was here he made his mistake, and it was a signal one. His inability to
portray the higher types of character was an absolute bar to success.
This was largely due to his inability to catch and reproduce the tone of
polished conversation. Never was his weakness in this respect more
painfully manifested than in "Home as Found." He could appreciate such
conversation; he could bear a part in it; but he could not represent it.
His characters taken from low life, whatever critics may say, have
usually a marked individuality. But whenever Cooper sought to draw the
men and women of cultivated society he achieved at best a doubtful
success. In this instance he tried to make them and their words and
deeds the vehicle of reproof and satire. His failure was absolute.
Modern culture, we all know, consists largely in the most refined method
of finding fault. But this his ideal family had not reached. An
essentially coarse method of finding fault was the only one to which it
had attained. Never, indeed, was a more bumptious, conceited, and
disagreeable set of personages created by an author, under the
impression that they were the reverse. The simple-minded,          (p. 153)
thoughtful, and upright Mr. Effingham can speedily be dismissed as
merely a mild type of bore. Not so with his daughter Eve, and his cousin
John Effingham. The latter plays the part of critic of his country and
countrymen. It seems hardly possible that in this narrow-minded,
disagreeable, and essentially vulgar character, Cooper could have
fancied he was creating anything but a contemptible boor. The contrast
between what is said of him, and what is said by him, almost reaches the
comic. We read constantly of his caustic satire; we find little of it in
his conversation. His fine face is, according to the author, always
expressing contempt and sarcasm; but the examples of these that are
shown in his speeches are usually specimens of that forcible-feeble
straining to be severe which marks the man of violent temper and feeble
intellect. As represented, he has neither the feeling, the instincts,
nor the manners of a gentleman. He so much dislikes untruth that he
insinuates to a guest, very broadly as well as very unjustly, that he is
lying. In short, he is one of those rude and vulgar men who fancy that
they are frank simply because they are brutal. No civilized society
would long tolerate the presence, if even the existence, of such an
animal as he is here represented to be.

Even he, however, shines by comparison with the heroine. Of her we hear
no end of praise. Her delicacy, her plastic simplicity, the simple
elegance of her attire, her indescribable air of polish, her surpassing
beauty and modesty of mien, are referred to again and again. She is
simple, she is feminine, she is dignified. To men her smiles are faint
and distant. Across her countenance no unworthy thought has ever left a
trace. Once and once only did she fail to keep up to the high      (p. 154)
level of deportment which she ordinarily maintained. On one occasion
"her little foot moved" in spite of the fact that "she had been
carefully taught, too, that a ladylike manner required that even this
beautiful portion of the female frame should be quiet and unobtrusive."
Something, however, must always be pardoned to human nature; and Cooper
doubtless felt that it would not do to make his heroine absolutely free
from frailty. As a sort of foil to her was introduced her cousin Grace
Van Cortlandt. She, to be sure, had not had the advantage of foreign
travel; but there was a redeeming feature in her case. She belonged to
an old family. She was saved in consequence from being entirely
submerged in that sweltering, foaming tide of mediocrity, which called
itself New York society. Belonging to an old family did not, however,
preserve her from being provincial. She is taken along with the rest to
Templeton. On her way thither she is steadily snubbed by the masculine
element of the party, and henpecked by the feminine. The reader comes in
time to have the sincerest pity for this unfortunate girl, who is made
to pay very dearly for the misfortune of being akin to a family whose
members had become too superior to be gracious and too polished to be
polite.

In the composition of this work Cooper seems to have lost all sense of
the ridiculous. The personages whom he wished to make particularly
attractive are uniformly disagreeable. A French governess appears in the
story, who is simply insufferable. He brings in an American woman, Mrs.
Bloomfield, as a representative, according to him, of that class which
equals, if it does not surpass, in the brilliancy of its conversation
the best to be found in European salons. She is introduced discoursing
on the civilization of the country in a way that would speedily    (p. 155)
empty any of the parlors of her native land. Indeed, throughout the work
the characters converse as no rational beings ever conversed under any
sort of provocation. But it is in the speeches of the heroine that the
language reaches its highest development. She can emphatically be said
to talk like a book. She does not guess, she hazards conjectures. She
playfully addresses her father as "thoughtless, precipitate parent."
When she is asked what she thinks of the country now that an attempt was
made to take possession of the Point, she describes her character, as
drawn in this novel, as no words of another can. "Miss Effingham," she
says, "has been grieved, disappointed, nay, shocked, but she will not
despair of the republic." Indeed the only person in the work who has any
near kinship to humanity is one of the inferior characters, named
Aristobulus Bragg. He is the more attractive because he says bright
things unconsciously; while the heavy characters say heavy things under
the impression that they are light.

This book had a profound influence upon Cooper's fortunes. From
beginning to end it was a blunder. It cannot receive even the negative
praise of being a work in which the best of intentions was marred by the
worst of taste. Its spirit was a bad spirit throughout. It was dreadful
to think some of the things found in it; but it was more dreadful to say
them. There was a great deal of truth in its pages, but if the views
expressed in it had been actually inspired, the attitude and tone the
author assumed would have prevented his making a convert. To some extent
this had been true of "Homeward Bound." Greenough expostulated with
Cooper, after reading that novel. "I think," he wrote from         (p. 156)
Florence, "you lose hold on the American public by rubbing down their
shins with brickbats as you do." The most surprising thing connected
with "Home as Found," however, is Cooper's unconsciousness, not of the
probability, but of the possibility, that he would be charged with
drawing himself in the character of Edward Effingham, and to some extent
in that of John Effingham. The sentiments advanced were his sentiments,
the acts described were in many cases his acts. The absence in a foreign
land, the return to America, the scene laid at Templeton, with a direct
reference to "The Pioneers," the account of the controversy about the
Three Mile Point,--all these fixed definitely the man and the place.
Variations in matters of detail would not disturb the truth of the
general resemblance. Still Cooper not only did not intend to represent
himself, he was unaware that he had done so. Nearly three years after in
the columns of a weekly newspaper he stoutly defended himself against
the imputation. It was useless. From this time forward the name of
Effingham was often derisively applied to him in the controversies in
which he was engaged.

It was not merely the intemperate spirit exhibited, which destroyed the
effect of the shrewd and just comments often appearing in "Home as
Found." This was full as much impaired by the display of personal
weaknesses. Cooper's foible about descent he could not help exposing. No
thoughtful man denies the desirability of honorable lineage, or
undervalues the possession of it; but not for the reasons for which the
novelist regarded it and celebrated it. There was much in this single
story to justify Lowell's sarcasm, uttered ten years later, that   (p. 157)
Cooper had written six volumes to prove that he was as good as a
lord. He traces his families up to remote periods in the past. He
thereby shows their superiority to the newly-created family of the
English baronet who is brought into the tale. It was to correct the
erroneous impression, prevalent in Europe, that there was no stability,
no permanent respectability in the society of this country, that he
enlarged upon the date to which ancestry could be traced. The difficulty
was to persuade anybody that the men who took the pains to look up their
forefathers had any superiority to those who shared in the general
indifference as to who their forefathers were. He went farther than this
in some instances, and expressly implied that blood and birth were
necessary to gentility. This was provincialism pushed to an extreme.
Whatever we may think of its actual value, English aristocracy resembles
in this gold and silver, that it has an accepted value independent of
the character of its representatives. It is, therefore, current
throughout the civilized world; whereas American aristocracy is like
local paper money: worth nothing except in its own country, and even
there receiving little recognition or circulation outside of the
immediate neighborhood in which it is found. Still, the subject of blood
and birth is a solemn one to those who believe in it, and they are
absolutely incapable of comprehending the feelings of a world of
scoffers, or, if they do, impute them to imperfect mental or spiritual
development. On this point Cooper had the misfortune to say what some
think but dare not express.

The wrath aroused, especially in New York city, by this particular
novel, had about it something both fearful and comic. In one       (p. 158)
respect Cooper had the advantage, and his critics all felt it. His work
was certain to be translated into all the principal languages of modern
Europe. The picture he drew of New York society would be the one that
foreigners would naturally receive as genuine. By them it would be
looked upon as the work of a man familiar with what he was describing,
the work of a man, moreover, who had been well known in European circles
for his intense Americanism. It was vain to protest that it was a
caricature. The protest would not be heeded even if it were heard. His
enemies might rage; but they were powerless to influence foreign
opinion, and they felt themselves so. Rage they certainly did; and if
the assault made upon him had been as effective as it was violent,
little would have been left of his reputation. Even as late as 1842,
during the progress of the libel suits, some one took the pains to
produce a novel in two volumes called "'The Effinghams, or Home as I
Found It,' by the Author of the 'Victims of Chancery.'" The whole aim of
this tale was to satirise Cooper. Mere malignity, however, has little
vitality; and in spite of the fact that the work was widely praised by
the journals for its "sound American feeling," and for its hits at "the
conceited, disappointed, and Europeanized writer of 'Home as Found,'" it
passed so speedily to the paper-makers that antiquarian research would
now be tasked to find a copy. About the contemporary newspaper notices
there was a certain tiger-like ferocity which almost justified much that
Cooper said in denunciation of the American press. A specimen, though a
somewhat extreme one, of a good deal of the sort of criticism to which
the novelist was subjected, can be found in the "New Yorker" for the
1st of December, 1838. This journal was edited by Horace Greeley,  (p. 159)
but the article in question came probably from the pen of Park Benjamin.
It defended Cooper from the charge of vilifying his country in order to
make his works salable in England, but it defended him in this way. No
motive of that kind was necessary to be supposed. He had an inborn
disposition to pour out his bile and vent his spleen. "He is as proud of
blackguarding," the article continued, "as a fishwoman of Billingsgate.
It is as natural to him as snarling to a tom-cat, or growling to a
bull-dog.... He is the common mark of scorn and contempt of every
well-informed American. The superlative dolt!" In this refined and
chastened style did the defenders of American cultivation preserve its
reputation from its traducer.

Criticism of the kind just quoted, hurts only the man who utters it and
the community which tolerates it. It injured the reputation of the
country far more than the work could that it criticised. "Home as
Found," as a matter of fact, was prevented from doing any harm, partly
by its excessive exaggeration but more by its excessive poorness. As a
story it stood in marked contrast to its immediate predecessor. It was
as difficult to accompany Cooper on land as it had been to abandon him
when on the water. The tediousness of the tale is indeed something
appalling to the most hardened novel-reader. The only interest it can
possibly have at this day is from the opportunity it affords of studying
one phase of the author's character, and of accounting for much of the
bitter hostility with which he was assailed.

While he was lecturing his countrymen on manners, his own were spoken of
in turn in a way that gave especial delight to the enemies he had  (p. 160)
made by his criticisms. In 1837 Lockhart's "Life of Sir Walter Scott"
was appearing. In the diary of that novelist were some references to the
American author. "This man," he said, describing his first interview,
"who has shown so much genius, has a good deal of the manners, or want
of manners, peculiar to his countrymen." Cooper's personal acquaintance
with Scott had begun in 1826, just after the latter had set about his
gigantic effort to pay off the load of debt in which he had involved
himself. The American novelist had made then an attempt to secure for
the man he regarded as his master some adequate return from the vast
sale of his works in the United States. In this he had been foiled. In
the "Knickerbocker Magazine" for April, 1838, he gave an account of
these fruitless negotiations. In a later number of the same year he
reviewed Lockhart's biography. This work is well known as one of the
most entertaining in our literature. But on its appearance it gave a
painful shock to the admirers of the great author by the revelations it
made of practices which savored more of the proverbial canniness of the
Scotchman than of the lofty spirit of the man of honor. Equally
surprising was the unconsciousness of the biographer, that there was
anything discreditable in what he disclosed. Cooper criticised Scott's
conduct in certain matters with a good deal of severity. In regard to
some points he took extreme, and what might fairly be deemed Quixotic
ground. Yet the general justice of his article will hardly be denied now
by any one who is fully cognizant of the facts. Nor, indeed, was it
then. "I have just read," wrote Charles Sumner from London to Hillard,
in January, 1839, "an article on Lockhart's 'Scott,' written by    (p. 161)
Cooper in the "Knickerbocker," which was lent me by Barry Cornwall.
I think it capital. I see none of Cooper's faults; and I think a proper
castigation is applied to the vulgar minds of Scott and Lockhart.
Indeed, the nearer I approach the circle of these men the less disposed
do I find myself to like them." Sumner subsequently wrote, that Procter
fully concurred in the conclusions advanced in the review. But these
were not the prevalent opinions, in this country at least. Great was the
outcry against Cooper for writing this article; great the outcry against
the "Knickerbocker" for printing it. The latter was severely censured
for its willingness to prostitute its columns to the service of the
former in his slanderous "attempts to vilify the object of his impotent
and contemptible hatred." Americans who were averse to Scott's being
honestly paid proved particularly solicitous that he should not be
honestly criticised. They showed themselves as little scrupulous in
defending him after he was dead as they had been in plundering him while
he was living.

Cooper had previously aroused the resentment of many because he had
failed to express gratification or delight at being termed "the American
Scott." He had then been assured again and again that there was no
danger of the title being applied to him in future; that in ten years
their names would never be coupled together, and that he himself would
be totally forgotten. It could hardly have been deemed a compliment in a
land where scarcely a petty district can exist peacefully and
creditably, with a hill three thousand feet in height, which is not in
time rendered disreputable by being saddled with the pretentious name of
"The American Switzerland." Personal malice alone, however, could
impute his disclaimer either to malice or to envy. His own         (p. 162)
estimate of his relations to the British novelist, he had given many
times; and indirectly at that very time in his account in the first
"Knickerbocker" article, of his interview with Sir Walter Scott. The
latter had been so obliging, he observed, as to make him a number of
flattering speeches, which he, however, did not repay in kind. His
reserve he thought Scott did not altogether like. In this he was
probably mistaken, but the reason he gave for his own conduct savored
little of feelings of envy or rivalry. "As Johnson," he wrote, "said of
his interview with George the Third, it was not for me to bandy
compliments with my sovereign." No attention was paid to these and
similar utterances of a man whom his bitterest enemies never once dared
to charge with saying a word he did not mean.

Few at this day will be disposed to deny the justice of a good deal of
the criticism that Cooper passed upon his country and his countrymen.
Even now, though many of his strictures are directed against things that
no longer exist, there is still much in his writings that can be read
with profit. The essential justice of what he said is not impaired by
the fact that he was usually indiscreet and intemperate in the saying of
it. Nor were his motives of a low kind. He loved his country, and
nothing lay dearer to his heart than to have her what she ought to be.
The people were the source of power; and it was his cardinal principle
that power ought always to be censured rather than flattered. It needed
to be told the truth, however unwelcome; and in his eyes, that man was
no true patriot who was not willing to encounter unpopularity, if it
came in the line of duty. At the same time, while doing full justice to
the purity of his motives, we cannot shut our eyes to the defects  (p. 163)
of his method. His abilities, his reputation, his acquaintance with
foreign lands, gave him inestimable advantages for influencing his
countrymen, and of educating them in matters where they stood sadly in
need of it. But the spirit in which he went to work deprived him of the
legitimate influence he should have exerted. Excitement, and passion,
and indignation led him often to say the wrong thing. More often they
caused him to say the right thing in the wrong way. Nor did he escape
the special temptation which speedily besets him who starts out to tell
his fellow-men unpleasant truths. Duty of this kind soon begins to have
a peculiar fascination of its own. The careful reader cannot fail to see
that in process of time the more disagreeable was the truth the more
delightful it became to Cooper to tell it. Most unreasonable it
certainly was to expect that constant fault-finding would be looked upon
as a proof of special attachment. The means, moreover, were not always
adapted to the end. Men may possibly be lectured to some extent into the
acquisition of the virtues, but they never can be bullied into the
graces.

Besides all this, in a great deal of Cooper's criticism there were
fundamental defects. He constantly confounded the unimportant and the
temporary with the important and the permanent. Many of his most violent
strictures are devoted to points of little consequence, and the feeling
expressed is out of all proportion to the significance of the matter
involved. Nothing, for instance, seemed to irritate him more than the
preference given by many of his countrymen to the scenery of America
over that of Europe. Especially was he indignant with the          (p. 164)
"besotted stupidity" that could compare the bay of New York with that of
Naples. He returned to this topic in book after book. Yet of all the
harmless exhibitions of mistaken judgment, that which prefers the
scenery of one's own land is what a wise man would be least disposed to
find fault with; certainly what he would think least calculated to
inspire the wrath of a Juvenal. Cosmopolitanism is well enough in its
way. But that ability to see things exactly as they are, which enables a
man to criticise his mother with the same impartiality with which he
does any other woman, can hardly be thought to mark a high development
of his loftier feelings, however creditable it may be to the judicial
tone of his mind. Undue preference of the scenery of one's own country
is an amiable weakness at which the philosopher may smile, but the
patriot can afford to rejoice.

There was, moreover, a certain vagueness about much of Cooper's
criticism that deprived it of effect. No more striking illustration of
this could be found than his constant charge of provincialism made
against this country. He repeated it in season and out of season. For
several years he hardly published a work which did not contain a number
of references to it or assertions of its existence. Provincial enough we
certainly were then, if looked at from the point of view of the present
time. We in turn may seem so to our descendants. This possibility shows
at once the somewhat unreal nature of the accusation. Provincialism,
like vulgarity, is a term that defies exact explanation. It is the
indefinite and, therefore, unanswerable charge that men constantly bring
against those whose standard of living and thinking is different from
their own. It depends upon the point of view of the speaker full   (p. 165)
as much as upon the conduct and opinions of those spoken of. It
changes as manners change. Nations not only impute it to one another,
but even to themselves at different periods of their history. Made by
itself, therefore, it means nothing. Without a specific description of
what in particular is meant by provincialism, the charge cannot and
ought not to have any weight with those against whom it is directed.

Certain incidental facts mentioned in these observations bring also to
light another marked defect of Cooper's course. This was not in his
views but in his method of enforcing them. He could not refrain from the
constant repetition of the same censures. He had never learned literary
self-restraint; that special criticisms, in order to have their full
weight, must not be forced too often upon the attention, and especially
at unseasonable times. The mind revolts at having the same exhibition of
personal feeling thrust upon it in the most uncalled-for manner and in
the most unexpected places. Even when originally disposed to agree with
the view expressed, it will, out of a pure spirit of contradiction, take
the side opposed to that which is enforced with exasperating frequency.
The fullest sympathizer is sure to get tired of this everlasting slaying
of the slain. A similar effect is, indeed, likely to be produced upon
the victim of the criticism. Instead of being stirred to reflection,
repentance, or even indignation, he simply becomes bored. After a man
has been told a hundred times that he is provincial, the remark ceases
to be exciting. The things, therefore, that Cooper said incidentally are
even now the only ones that make any deep impression upon the mind. Like
all men, sensitive to the national honor, he felt keenly the       (p. 166)
refusal of Congress to pass a copyright law. It led him to say twice,
but both times very quietly, that in spite of loud profession there was
little genuine sympathy in this country with art, or scholarship, or
letters. The absence of all heat and excitement gives to the remark a
weight that never belongs to his violent utterances and fierce
denunciations. We may hope that we have gained since his time; but even
at this day we have little to boast of, if the average cultivation of
the people, as well as its average morality, finds expression in the
laws. The record in these matters of the highest legislative body in the
land is still the most discreditable of that of any nation in
Christendom. To gratify the greed of a few traders, it has never refused
to lay heavy burdens upon scholarship and letters. It has steadily
imposed duties on the introduction of everything that could facilitate
the acquisition of learning, and further the development of art. It has
persistently stabbed literature under the pretence of encouraging
intelligence. It has never once been guilty of the weakness of yielding
for a moment to the virtuous impulse that would even contemplate the
enactment of a copyright law. If it ever does pass one, it will do so,
not because foreign authors have rights, but because native publishers
have quarrels. Thus consistent in its unwillingness to do an honest
thing from an honest motive, it will even then grant to selfishness what
has been invariably denied to justice.

There were other than faults of view or faults of statement that mark
Cooper's writings at this time. The two novels published during the year
1838 show a radical change in the attitude he assumed to his art. What
had been indicated in the stories whose scenes were laid in        (p. 167)
Europe, was now carried out completely. He may have been unconscious of
the difference of his point of view, but none the less did it exist. The
novel was no longer something in which he could embody his conceptions
of beauty fairer, or truth higher than could actually be found in
nature. It no longer served him as a refuge from the din of a clamorous,
or the hostility of a censorious world. It became a sort of fortress,
from the secure position of which he was enabled to deal out annoyance
and defiance to his foes. He had not now so much a story to tell as a
sermon to preach; and with him, as with many others, to preach meant to
denounce. His spirit for a time became captive to the prejudices and the
heated feelings which had been aroused by the sense of the injustice
with which he had been treated. Though he at intervals worked himself
out of this state of mind, upon much of his later work rested the shadow
of the prison-house which he, for a season, had made his abiding-place.
The result was that a good deal of what he afterwards wrote was marred
by the obtrusion of personal likes and dislikes, and the taint of
controversial discussion. These things rarely concerned the story in
which they appeared, and they inspired hostility to the writer. Cooper,
indeed, never learned to appreciate the fact that a reader has rights
which an author is bound to respect. By dragging in irrelevant
discussions, moreover, he was taking the surest way to lose the audience
he most sought to influence. A little reflection would have taught him
that there was little use in a prophet's crying in the wilderness,
unless he can succeed in gathering the people together.

While, therefore, there can be no justification for the ferocity with
which Cooper was assailed, there was some palliation. His course   (p. 168)
from his return to the country had been wanting in prudence, and at
times in common sense. He had plunged at once as a combatant into one of
the bitterest political controversies that ever agitated the republic.
Hard blows were given and taken. He could scarcely expect that, in the
heat of the strife, regard would in all cases be paid to the proprieties
and even the decencies of private life. There was much in his later
productions, moreover, to alienate many who were honestly disposed to
admire him as a writer. Politics we could get at all times and from
everybody. If, again, we were hopelessly provincial, if we were
irreclaimably given over to vulgarity, we could find out all about it
from the latest English traveler, or the review of his work that had
appeared in the latest English periodicals. But by Cooper the life of
the wilderness and of the sea had been told as by no other writer. Over
the fields and forests and streams of his native land he had thrown the
glamour of romantic association and lofty deeds. There was something
unpleasant in witnessing a man who could do this turning his attention
to the discussion of points of etiquette and manners. Beside the waste
of power, which is something always disagreeable to contemplate, the
subject itself could hardly be called an attractive one. It was a sandy
desert to travel over at best. But even those who thought it a thing
worth while to do once, could hardly help feeling surprise at the spirit
which could induce a man to go over it again and again, enlarge upon its
discomforts, its perpetual sameness and barrenness, and point out its
incapacity of being made much better. There were even worse things than
this. It could scarcely fail to inspire a sentiment almost like disgust
to have the creator of Leather-Stocking argue with heat the        (p. 169)
question whether it is right for a lady to come into a drawing-room at a
party without leaning upon the arm of a gentleman; or discourse solemnly
upon the proper way of eating eggs, and announce oracularly that all who
were acquainted with polite society would agree in denouncing the
wine-glass or egg-glass as a vulgar substitute for the egg-cup.
Questions like these are usually left to those who have the taste to
delight in them and the mental elevation to grasp the difficulties
involved in them. They were the more disagreeable when met with in
Cooper, because in addition to the pettiness of the subject, there was
an apparent unconsciousness on his part that the limits of his own
preferences and conclusions were not necessarily those of the human
mind.

Cooper indeed exemplified in his literary career a story he was in the
habit of telling of one of his early adventures. While in the navy he
was traveling in the wilderness bordering upon the Ontario. The party to
which he belonged came upon an inn where they were not expected. The
landlord was totally unprepared, and met them with a sorrowful
countenance. There was, he assured them, absolutely nothing in his house
that was fit to eat. When asked what he had that was not fit to eat, he
could only say in reply that he could furnish them with venison,
pheasant, wild duck, and some fresh fish. To the astonished question of
what better he supposed they could wish, the landlord meekly replied,
that he thought they might have wanted some salt pork. The story was
truer of Cooper himself than of his innkeeper. Nature he could depict,
and the wild life led in it, so that all men stood ready and eager to
gaze on the pictures he drew. He chose too often to inflict upon them,
instead of it, the most commonplace of moralizing, the stalest     (p. 170)
disquisitions upon manners and customs, and the driest discussions of
politics and theology.

But the moral injury which Cooper received from these controversial
discussions and their results was far greater than the intellectual.
They swung him off the line of healthful activity. They perverted his
judgment. He looked upon the social and political movements that were
going on about him with the eye of an irritated and wronged man. Years
did not bring to him the philosophic mind, but the spirit of the
opinionated partisan and the heated denouncer. He fixed his attention so
completely on the tendencies to ill that manifested themselves in the
social state, that he often became blind to the counterbalancing
tendencies to good. Hence his later judgments were frequently one-sided
and partial. He too often took up the rôle of prophesying disasters that
never came to pass. Moreover, this habit of looking at one side not only
narrowed his mental vision, but turned it in the direction of petty
objects. No reader of his later novels can fail to see how often he
excites himself over matters of no serious moment; or which, whether
serious or slight, are utterly out of place where they are. By many of
these exhibitions the indifferent will be amused, but the admirers of
the man will feel pained if not outraged.




CHAPTER IX.                                                        (p. 171)

1837-1842.


By the end of 1837 Cooper had pretty sedulously improved every
opportunity of making himself unpopular. His criticisms had been
distributed with admirable impartiality. Few persons or places could
complain that they had been overlooked. The natural satisfaction that
any one would have felt in contemplating the punishment inflicted upon
his friend or neighbor, was utterly marred by the consideration of the
outrage done to himself. There was scarcely a class of Cooper's
fellow-citizens whose susceptibilities had not been touched, or whose
wrath had not been kindled by something he had said either in public or
in private, and by his saying it repeatedly. The sons of the Puritans he
had exasperated by styling them the grand inquisitors of private life,
and by asserting that a low sort of tyranny over domestic affairs was
the direct result of their religious polity. He had roused the
resentment of the survivors of the old Federalist party by declaring
that its design during the war of 1812 had been disunion, and that in
secret many of them still longed for a restoration of monarchy, and
sighed for ribbons, stars, and garters. He had not conciliated the party
with which he was nominally allied by his incessant attacks upon the
doctrine of free-trade. He had made Boston shudder to its remotest
suburbs, by stating again and again in the strongest terms that    (p. 172)
it was in the Middle States alone that the English language was spoken
with purity. The New England capital he had further described as a
gossiping country town with a tone of criticism so narrow and vulgar as
scarcely to hide the parochial sort of venom which engendered it. He had
charged upon New Yorkers that their lives were spent in the constant
struggle for inordinate and grasping gain; that to talk of dollars was
to them a source of endless enjoyment; and that their society had for
its characteristic distinction the fussy pretension and swagger that
usually mark the presence of lucky speculators in stocks. He had
attributed to the whole trading class a jealous and ferocious
watchfulness of the pocket, and a readiness to sacrifice at any time the
honor of the country for the sake of personal profit. To the native
merchants he had denied the name of real merchants. They were simply
factors, mere agents, who were ennobled by commerce, but who did not
themselves ennoble it. The foreign traders resident here fared no
better. They had never read the Constitution of the country they had
made their home, and were incapable of understanding it if they should
read it. Always judging of American facts in accordance with the
antiquated notions in which they had been brought up, they were largely
responsible for the erroneous opinions entertained and blundering
prophecies made in Europe in regard to the condition and future of the
United States. The educated class, above all, he had denounced for its
indomitable selfishness and its hatred of the rights of those socially
inferior. It was entirely behind the fortunes of the country and still
cherished prejudices against democracy that the very stupidest of
European conservatives had begun to lay aside. The newspaper       (p. 173)
press he had assailed with a pungency and vigor which it in vain sought
to rival. He was spattered by it, however, with almost every opprobrious
term that belongs to the vocabulary of wrath and abuse. Invention was
tasked to furnish discreditable reasons for all that he said and did.
That inexhaustible capacity of devising base motives for conduct, which
is an especial attribute of mean minds, had now opportunity to put forth
its full powers in the way of insinuation and assertion. It did not go
unimproved. A common charge brought against him after the publication of
the "Letter to His Countrymen" was that it had been written for the sake
of gaining office. It was even said that Van Buren had a hand in it.
Then and afterward, the Whig newspapers represented Cooper as seeking
the position of Secretary of the Navy. Denial availed him nothing. It
would certainly have not been at all to his discredit to have desired
the place; for he knew a great deal about the navy, and its interests
were very dear to his heart. For these very reasons his appointment to
it would have been in violation of the traditional policy of the
government. It was probably never once contemplated by any
administration, as it was certainly never asked by Cooper himself.

The two extracts that have already been given are doubtless sufficient
to satisfy any curiosity that may exist in regard to the way in which he
was spoken of by the press of America. Yet coarse as was its
vituperation, it was surpassed by that of Great Britain. Englishmen may
have felt, and have felt justly, that Cooper took an unfair view of
their social life and political institutions. National character sweeps
through a range so vast that a man will usually be able to find in it
what he goes to seek. Even under the most favorable conditions     (p. 174)
the tastes of a coterie or the habits of a class are made the standard
by which to estimate the tastes and habits of a whole people. Certain it
is that the view of any nation is to be distrusted which is not taken
from a station of good-will. But granting that Cooper was unjust in his
observations, there was nothing he said which afforded the least excuse
for the coarse personality with which he was followed from the time he
published his volumes on England. The remarks of the ordinary journals
can be dismissed without comment. But brutal vituperation was found in
abundance in periodicals which claimed to be the representatives of the
highest cultivation and refinement. According to "Blackwood's Magazine,"
Cooper was a vulgar man, who from having been bred to the sea had been
enabled to give some striking descriptions of sea-affairs, and in
consequence had unluckily imagined himself a universal genius. It went
on to add, that on the strength of the trifling reputation he had
acquired by stories descriptive of American life, he had come to Europe,
and had since been partly traveling on the Continent to pick up
materials for novels, and partly residing in England, actively employed
in the effort to introduce himself into society. In this it admitted he
might have been partially successful, for the English were a very
yielding people and did not take much trouble to resist attempts of this
kind. "Blackwood," however, was outdone in this rowdy style of reviewing
by "Fraser's Magazine." From that periodical we learn that Cooper was "a
passable scribbler of passable novels," a "bilious braggart," a "liar,"
a "full jackass," "a man of consummate and inbred vulgarity," "a bore of
the first magnitude in society," who went about fishing for        (p. 175)
introductions. "But this," it concluded, speaking of his England, "was
his last kick, and we shall not disturb his dying moments." Two years
later the magazine seemed to think he had some power of kicking left,
for it returned to the charge in consequence of his review of Lockhart's
"Life of Scott." In this article he was called a "spiteful miscreant,"
an "insect," a "grub," a "reptile." The "Quarterly Review" was as
virulent and violent as the magazines, but the attack was more skillful
as well as longer and more elaborate. By garbling extracts it cleverly
insinuated a good deal more than it said, and it so contrived to put
several things that the reader could hardly fail to draw inferences
which the writer must have known to be false. Even these attacks were
equaled if not surpassed at a later period by the "London Times." A
nominal review in that journal of "Eve Effingham," as "Home as Found"
was entitled in England, was really devoted to personal vituperation of
the novelist. It ended with the assertion that he was more vulgar than
ever, and was the most "affected, offensive, envious, and
ill-conditioned" of authors. Altogether Cooper must have been impressed
with the effectiveness of the blow which he had struck by the violence
with which it was resented. It seems hard to believe that remarks such
as have been quoted should have been thought to establish anything but
the vulgarity of the men who wrote them. Yet they apparently answered
their purpose. The very latest notice of Cooper's life which has
appeared in Great Britain, characterizes his work on England as an
"outburst of vanity and ill-temper." It certainly contained some
ill-judged remarks which have been made the most of by his enemies; but
this estimate, like many other assertions in the same sketch, was  (p. 176)
not got from reading the work itself, but from what British periodicals
had said about it.

Such was the kind of criticism that the novelist now mainly received in
the two great English-speaking countries. These flowers of invective do
not constitute an anthology which an Englishman or American of today can
read with pleasure, or contemplate with pride. It was the comments made
by his countrymen that naturally touched Cooper most nearly. His nature
was of a kind to feel keenly, and resent warmly insinuations and charges
that impugned the purity of his motives. Nor was his a disposition to
rest quiet under attack or to assume merely the defensive. He retorted
in letters, in works of fiction, and in books of travel. Finally he
resorted to libel suits. Never, indeed, was a fiercer fight carried on
by an individual against a power more mighty than Cooper carried on with
the press. It had a thousand tongues, he had but one; but it often
seemed as if his one had the force of a thousand. The epithets he
applied to newspapers were not of the kind with which they were in the
habit of celebrating themselves. Their enterprise in obtaining news he
described as a mercenary diligence in the collection and diffusion of
information, whether true or false. Nor were his comments upon those
concerned in carrying them on more favorable. What we should call a
reporter he, on one occasion, mildly spoke of as a "miscreant who
pandered for the press." In the last novel he wrote, he energetically
termed this whole class the funguses of letters who flourished on the
dunghill of the common mind; and that in their view the sole use for
which the universe was created was to furnish paragraphs for
newspapers. Men in the higher grades of the profession fared       (p. 177)
little better. Against the political journals, in particular, he brought
the charge that under the pretence of serving the public they were
mainly used to aid the ambition or gratify the spite of their editors.

Even as early as 1832, Cooper had awakened the indignation of the press
by an incidental remark made in the introduction to "The Heidenmauer."
He was describing a journey through a part of Belgium in which the Dutch
troops had been operating the week before his arrival. They had been
reported as having committed unusual excesses. Of these excesses he said
he could find no trace. He went on to add a sentence which has
apparently only a slight connection with what had gone before. "Each
hour, as life advances," he wrote, "am I made to see how capricious and
vulgar is the immortality conferred by a newspaper." This remark was
warmly resented. It was asserted to be a declaration, not merely of
indifference to the opinion of the press, but of a preference on his
part of its censure to its praise. Its business, therefore, was to see
that his wishes should be carried out.

After the controversy in regard to the Three Mile Point, the attacks of
the Whig journals increased in bitterness. The state of mind it caused
in Cooper can be seen in a little volume, published by him in April,
1838, entitled "The American Democrat." This work is made up of a
singular mixture of abstract discussions on liberty and equality, on the
nature of parties, on forms of government, and of remarks on national
habits and manners. It is not an interesting hook. Yet it is fair to say
of it, that it is animated throughout by a lofty patriotism, and it
manifests a clear view of the dangers and duties of a democracy,   (p. 178)
with its comparative advantages and disadvantages. But it likewise
exhibited some of the most uncompromising traits of the author's
character. In writing it, he was not aiming at popularity; it might not
be much out of the way to say that he was aiming at unpopularity. The
doctrine with which he sets out is, that in this country power rests
with the people, and power ought always to be chidden rather than
commended. He was accordingly liberal in criticism. But the value of
what he said was largely impaired, if not wholly destroyed by the
one-sidedness of view and tendency to over-statement into which his
ardor of feeling now habitually hurried him. In nothing is this
extravagance more strikingly seen than in the comments in this work upon
the press. There was a great deal of truth in what he said; but the
justice of some of his views was deprived of any effect by the
exaggeration and consequent injustice of others. The substance of his
remarks was that there were more newspapers in this country than in
Europe, but they were generally of a lower character. The multiplication
of them was due to the fact that little capital was required in their
creation, and little intelligence employed in their management. Their
number was, therefore, not a thing to be boasted of but rather to be
sorrowed over, since the quality diminished in an inverse ratio to the
quantity. Nor was there anything in the methods employed by the press
that justified any exultation in its prosperity. It tyrannized over
public men, over letters, over the stage, over even private life. Under
the pretence of preserving public morals, it corrupted them to the core.
Under the semblance of maintaining liberty, it was gradually
establishing a despotism as rude, as grasping, and as vulgar as    (p. 179)
that of any state known. It loudly professed freedom of opinion, but
exhibited no tolerance. It paraded patriotism, but never sacrificed
interest. But its great fundamental failing was the untrustworthiness of
its statements. It existed to pervert truth. Its conductors were mainly
political adventurers. They were unscrupulous, but they were not so
utterly ignorant that they failed to see the necessity of occasionally
making correct assertions. It was, however, this mixture of fact with
fiction that was the chief cause of the evil influence exerted. The
result of it all was that the entire nation, in a moral sense, breathed
an atmosphere of falsehood. He concluded his indictment by declaring
that the American press would seem to have been expressly devised by the
great agent of mischief, to depress and destroy all that was good, and
to elevate and advance all that was evil.

This style of remark was certainly not designed to win newspaper favor
or support. But he went even farther in his novels of "Homeward Bound"
and "Home as Found." In those two works he drew the portrait of an
American editor in the person of Steadfast Dodge of the Active Inquirer.
All the baser qualities of human nature were united in this ideal
representative of the press. He was a sneak, a spy, a coward, a
demagogue, a parasite, a lickspittle, a fawner upon all from whom he
hoped help, a slanderer of all who did not care to endure his society.
Such a picture did not rise even to the dignity of caricature. Nor is it
relieved either in this work or elsewhere by others drawn favorably. The
reader of Cooper will search his writings in vain for a portrait which
any member of the editorial profession would be glad to recognize as his
own.

All this was vigorous enough, but it could hardly be called        (p. 180)
profitable. Cooper had now cultivated to perfection the art of saying
injudicious things as well as the art of saying things injudiciously.
His ability in hitting upon the very line of remark that would still
further enrage the hostile, and irritate the indifferent and even the
friendly, assumed almost the nature of genius. The power of his attacks
could not be gainsaid. But while they inspired his opponents with
respect, they filled his friends with dismay. He was soon in a singular
position. He enjoyed at one and the same time the double distinction of
being reviled in England for his aggressive republicanism, and of being
denounced in America for aping the airs of the English aristocracy. It
hardly seemed a favorable time for beginning hostilities in a new field.
Yet it was then that he entered upon his famous legal war with the Whig
newspapers of the state of New York.

A detailed account of the libel suits instituted by Cooper would form
one of the most striking chapters in the history of the American press;
and for some reasons it is to be regretted that the plan he had of
writing a full account of them was never carried out. Here only a slight
summary can be given. It is well to say at the outset that many
assertions ordinarily made about them are utterly false. For certain of
these prevalent misconceptions Greeley is responsible. He spoke of these
trials with some fullness in commenting upon libel suits in his
"Recollections of a Busy Life." But Greeley's life was too busy for him
always to recollect accurately. While he had not the slightest intention
to say anything untrue, what he said was in some instances of this
character; though more often it was misleading rather than false.  (p. 181)
But outside of what Greeley has written, there are several erroneous
assertions current. One of the most common of these is the statement
that Cooper's success in them was mainly due to the application of the
law maxim, that the greater the truth the greater the libel. There was
never any ground for even an insinuation of this kind. Cooper, when his
attention was called to it, treated it with contempt. "The pretense," he
wrote in 1845, "that our courts have ever overruled that the truth is
not a complete defense in a libel suit in the civil action, can only
gain credit with the supremely ignorant." In criminal indictments the
New York statute of 1805 had expressly declared that the truth might be
pleaded in evidence by the defense. The Constitution of 1821 made this
provision part of the fundamental law, and it was adopted from that into
the Constitution of 1846. The assertion owed its origin wholly to the
effort of beaten parties to explain their defeat on some other ground
than that they had been found guilty of the offense with which they had
been charged.

A more preposterous statement even than this was that the question
involved in these suits was the right of editors to criticise the
productions of authors. In not one of these trials was the literary
judgment passed by the reviewer mentioned as having the slightest
bearing on the case. It ought not to be necessary to say that it was the
attack upon the character of the man that alone came under the
consideration of the courts, and not that upon the character of the
book. The impudent pretense was, however, set up at the time that the
press had a right to go behind the writer's work, and assail him
himself. "Does an author," said "The New Yorker" in February,      (p. 182)
1837, "subject himself to personal criticism by submitting a work to the
public? If he makes his work the channel of disparagement upon masses of
men, he does."

The most marked feature of these trials is that Cooper fought his battle
single-handed. With a very few exceptions,--notably the "Albany Argus"
and the "New York Evening Post,"--the press of the party with which he
was nominally allied, remained neutral. Some of them were even hostile;
for the novelist's criticism of editors had known no distinction of
politics. On the other hand, the press of the opposition party was
united. From East to West they bore down upon Cooper with a common cry.
No event in his life showed more plainly the fearless and uncompromising
nature of the man; nor again did anything else he was concerned in mark
more clearly his versatility and vigor. In these trials he was assisted
by his nephew, Richard Cooper, who was his regular counsel. But outside
of him, in the civil suits, he had very rarely any help, and in most of
them he argued his own cause. Wherever he appeared in person he seems to
have come off uniformly victorious. Nor were his victories won over
inferior opponents. The reputation of the lawyer is under ordinary
conditions limited necessarily to a small circle. Even in that,
considering the amount of intellectual acuteness and power displayed, it
is an exceedingly transitory reputation. But the men against whom Cooper
was pitted stood in the very front rank of their profession. They were
leaders of the bar in the greatest state in the Union. Nor have times so
far swept by that their names are not still remembered; and stories are
still told of their achievements by those who have taken their     (p. 183)
places. Cooper, not a lawyer by profession, met these men on their own
ground and defeated them. It was not long, indeed, after these suits
were instituted, that it was claimed by his friends, and often conceded
by his foes, that he was the one man in the country best acquainted with
the law of libel. Our surprise at his success is increased by the fact
that he was not only unpopular himself, but he was engaged in an
unpopular cause. The verdicts he won were usually small in amount, but
they were wrung from reluctant juries, and frequently in the face of
bitter prejudices that had to be overcome before he could hope for a
fair consideration of his own side.

At the outset the editorial fraternity were disposed to take these libel
suits jocularly. They were looked upon as a gigantic joke. Nor did this
feeling die out when the first trial resulted in Cooper's favor. It was
proposed that the newspapers throughout the country should contribute
each one dollar to a fund to be called "The Effingham Libel Fund," out
of which all damages awarded the novelist were to be paid. Every
additional suit was welcomed with a shout. As time went on this
insolence gave way to apprehension. In nearly every case the plaintiff
was coming off successful. The comments of the press began to assume an
expostulatory tone. Cooper was gravely informed that were he to be tried
in the High Court of Public Opinion--this imaginary tribunal was usually
made imposing by dignifying its initial letters--for his libels upon his
country and his countrymen, the damages he would have to pay would not
only sweep away the amounts given him by the results in the regular
courts, but even the profits that had accrued from the sale of his
novels. These remonstrances were often animated also by a          (p. 184)
new-born zeal for his literary fame. He was told he was his own greatest
enemy. He was doing himself irreparable injury by the course he was
taking. He was so acting as to lose the reputation he had early won.
This feeling naturally increased in intensity as suits continued to be
decided in his favor. The newspapers at last rose to the full
appreciation of the situation. The liberty of the press was actually in
danger. The trials were said to be conducted in defiance of law as well
as justice. The judges belonged to the Democratic party, and they
wrested the statutes from their true intent in order to oppress the Whig
editor. There came finally to be something exquisitely absurd in the
utterances of the journals on the subject of these suits. One would
fancy from reading them that the plaintiff was a monster resembling the
bloodthirsty ogre of a fairy tale, bullying judges, overawing juries,
maliciously bent on crushing the free-born American who should have the
temerity to express an unfavorable opinion of his writings. Coriolanus,
indeed, never fluttered the dove-cotes in Corioli more effectively than
for some years Cooper did the Whig newspaper offices of the state of New
York.

The origin of the suits was as follows: An account of the circumstances
connected with the Three Mile Point controversy appeared, immediately
after they had taken place, in the "Norwich Telegraph," a paper
published in the neighboring county of Chenango. The article began with
a reference to Cooper. "This gentleman," it said, "not satisfied with
having drawn upon his head universal contempt from abroad, has done the
same thing at Cooperstown where he resides." In this spirit it     (p. 185)
went on to give its report of the events told in the preceding chapter.
"So stands the matter at present," it closed its account, "Mr. J. F. C.
threatening the citizens on the one hand, and being derided and despised
by them on the other." In conclusion it called upon the "Otsego
Republican," the Whig newspaper of Cooperstown, to furnish all the facts
in the case.

The latter journal was edited by a man named Barber. He was not slow to
comply with the request, and in one of the numbers of August, 1837, he
republished the article of the "Chenango Telegraph" with additional
assertions of his own. The latter belonged more to the realm of fiction
than of fact. Three Mile Point he declared had been reserved expressly
for the use of the inhabitants of Cooperstown by the father of the
novelist. When the notice was published depriving them of their rights,
a meeting had been called which had been largely attended. The room was
crowded with the industry, intelligence, and respectability of the
village. Powerful addresses were made and a series of resolutions were
passed. These expressed the feelings of all present. "The remarks," the
newspaper continued, "were of a lucid character, and the resolutions,
full, pungent, and yet respectful."

Two days after this article had appeared, the editor received a letter
from Cooper's counsel which was to the effect that he would be
prosecuted for libel unless he retracted his statements. On his side the
novelist undertook to make perfectly clear to him that his assertions
were untrue; but he expected, after the real facts had been set before
him and fully examined, that he would take back what he had said. "No
atonement," the letter concluded, "will be accepted, that is not first
approved of by the plaintiff in the suit." Barber was not          (p. 186)
disposed either to retract or to investigate the accuracy of the facts
he had stated. He published the letter, however, with the usual solemn
declaration that seems to be kept in type in all newspaper offices, that
in doing what he had done he had been actuated solely by the noblest
motives; that he had not published anything libellous; that if in
anything he had been misinformed, he held himself always ready to make
the proper correction. "In conclusion," he said, "not being sensible of
having injured Mr. Cooper, we consider that we have no atonement to
offer." Under these circumstances the suit went on. It did not come to
final trial until May, 1839, at the Montgomery circuit of the Supreme
Court. Joshua A. Spencer was the principal lawyer for the defense, while
Cooper conducted his own case. The jury returned a verdict of four
hundred dollars for the plaintiff. Eventually the editor sought to evade
in various ways the payment of the whole award, and did succeed in
evading the payment of a good part of it. A terrible outcry was,
however, raised against Cooper because the sheriff levied upon some
money that had been carefully laid away and locked up by Barber in a
trunk.

With this begins the famous series of suits that occupied no small share
of the few following years of the author's life. At the time the first
one was decided, another was pending against the editor of the "Chenango
Telegraph." The leading Whig newspapers naturally took the side of their
associates. For a time they had a good deal to say about the greatest
slanderer of the whole profession pouncing upon one of the fraternity
least able to defend himself, simply because in a moment of haste and
excitement he had been guilty of what they were pleased to call    (p. 187)
a technical libel. It did not seem to occur to them, that any one
could be so foolhardy as to make them the object of attack. They did not
have to wait long to discover that the influence wielded by a journal
was no protection. Besides the newspapers already mentioned, Cooper
prosecuted the "Oneida Whig," published at Utica. This suit was tried in
April, 1842. Though successful in it, the damages awarded were slight,
being but seventy dollars. A suit, tried little more than six months
before against the "Evening Signal," of New York city, edited by Park
Benjamin, had resulted in the recovery of a larger sum. The amount in
this case was three hundred and seventy-five dollars. With these
exceptions his suits were directed against the "Courier and Enquirer,"
edited by James Watson Webb; "the Albany Evening Journal," edited by
Thurlow Weed; the "Tribune," edited by Horace Greeley, and the
"Commercial Advertiser," edited by William Leet Stone. These were the
leading Whig journals in the state, and among the most influential in
the whole country. It could not be said that Cooper hesitated about
flying at high game.

In the controversy with Webb, Cooper had the least success. This was
partly due to the fact that it was not a civil action that was brought
against the former, but a criminal indictment. Juries might make editors
pay for the privilege of expressing their feelings of contempt or hate,
but they were not inclined to send them to prison. The indictment in
this case was based upon a criticism of "Home as Found." The review,
which was of several columns in length, had appeared in the "Courier and
Enquirer" of November 22, 1838. There was very little in the way of
hostile insinuation and assertion and personal depreciation that   (p. 188)
could not be found in this article and in some which followed. The
attack was moreover a skillful one. It was directed largely against
those points where Cooper had fairly laid himself open to ridicule.
Especially was this the case in the matter of descent and family. Webb
represented the novelist as the son of a humble hawker of fish through
the streets of Burlington, who had afterward become a respectable though
not a first-class wheelwright. By probity, industry, and enterprise he
had finally risen to wealth and position. The maternal grandmother of
the author had, according to this same story, for more than twenty years
occupied a stall and sold fresh vegetables in the Philadelphia market,
and was remarkable for the superior quality of the articles she kept.
Webb praised the father at the expense of the son. The former had never
been ashamed of his humble origin. On the contrary, he was justly proud
of the intelligence and ability which, unaided by any mere external
advantages, had raised him to a station in life so much higher than he
at first held. Of such a career any child had a right to be proud. These
were statements that could not well be resented, conceding that they
were injurious, nor could they well be corrected, conceding that they
were untrue. Webb, who had recently returned from Europe, asserted,
moreover, that he had been present at a dinner-party in London, where
"Home as Found" came under discussion. On that occasion he had fallen
into a conversation about it with "a nobleman of distinction." The
latter informed him that Cooper's attack upon English society had
materially injured the sale of his works in that country, and it was
evident that he was now seeking to regain the ground and the       (p. 189)
market he had lost, by praising everything English at the expense of
everything American; but as his base motives were now fully understood,
no one was led astray. The reported conversation carries internal
evidence of its authenticity. It required a very noble lord to impute to
a well-known writer motives so very noble; and none but an Englishman
could have appreciated so fully the eternal conditions of success in the
English market. These remarks of Webb's are, however, merely incidental.
His direct personal attack on Cooper rivaled that of the British
periodicals in ferocity. "We may and do know him," said he in the only
extract for which there is room, "as a base-minded caitiff who has
traduced his country for filthy lucre and low-born spleen; but time only
can render harmless abroad the envenomed barb of the slanderer who is in
fact a traitor to national pride and national character."

For this article Webb was indicted by the grand jury of Otsego County,
in February, 1839. In June of the same year a second indictment was
found against him for saying that the first was secured by political
trickery. The trial, for various reasons, did not come off until
November, 1841. Webb made a public retraction of the statements upon
which the second indictment was found; and this was accepted on the part
of the prosecution. On the trial for the first indictment the jury
disagreed. The defendant objected to Cooper's summing up the case, and
this objection the court sustained. It was a wise policy: for the trials
in the civil suits showed that the novelist was full as effective in
addressing a jury orally as he ever was in addressing the public in his
most successful stories. One amusing feature of this case was that the
two volumes of "Home as Found" were read to the jury from          (p. 190)
beginning to end by the plaintiffs counsel, Ambrose L. Jordan.

Cooper was not discouraged by the ill result of this trial. The
indictment was still pressed. A second trial took place at Cooperstown
in June, 1843. Again the jury disagreed. A third trial is reported to
have taken place and to have resulted in the acquittal of Webb; but I
find no account of it in the newspapers to which I have had access.

The suits brought against the "Albany Evening Journal" were, however,
the most striking in this whole contest. They show, too, more clearly
than the others, the spirit and methods with which it was waged on both
sides. Some features are especially marked. One is the illustration
furnished of the onslaughts that were made upon the novelist's character
and reputation, not from any real ill-will, but from pure wantonness or
at least very slight political hostility. Another is the jaunty
superciliousness with which the conductors of the press at first
affected to treat the threats of prosecution. More noteworthy than
anything else, however, is the view given of the deliberate manner in
which Cooper began these suits, and the relentless tenacity with which
he followed them up. The "Evening Journal," of which Thurlow Weed was
then the head, partly from the political skill of its editor, and partly
from its being the organ of the party at the state capital, was, at that
time, the most influential Whig journal in New York. Weed published in
it, in two different numbers of August, 1837, the articles which had
appeared in the "Chenango Telegraph" and the "Otsego Republican" about
the Three Mile Point controversy. He accompanied them with some comments
of his own in regard to Cooper. "He was, as is known," said he in  (p. 191)
his second notice, "pretty generally despised abroad. He is now
equally distinguished at home." The editor then went on to speak of the
act of meanness, as he termed it, which had excited the contempt of the
novelist's neighbors; and that the more precise account now furnished by
the "Otsego Republican" would rather increase than diminish the measure
of scorn that had been aroused. Much was Weed's surprise when, on the
18th of April, 1840, he received a letter from Cooper's counsel
requiring a retraction of what had been said in 1837, and a further
statement that it must be made within a certain time or a suit for libel
would be begun. He treated this notice cavalierly. He was amused by it
even more than he was astonished. As it had taken three years for Cooper
to bring the suit, he concluded that he would take three weeks at any
rate to reply to the demand for a retraction. A second letter from
Cooper's counsel, dated the 4th of May, met with the same neglect.
Accordingly on the 25th of that month he had the pleasure of announcing
that he had been sued for libel by "Mr. John Effingham."

The case after being put off once on a very frivolous pretext, came to
trial at the Montgomery circuit of the Supreme Court, held at Fonda, in
November, 1841. When it was called Weed was not present, nor was counsel
for him. Cooper consented to have the case go over for a day. It was
then called again. Nothing was seen of the defendant, nothing had been
heard from him. The case was accordingly sent to the jury with a speech
from the plaintiff's counsel. A verdict of four hundred dollars was
returned. Weed arrived at Fonda the evening of that day, and wrote
anonymously to the "New York Tribune" an account of what had taken (p. 192)
place. In some of its details it was more entertaining than accurate.
The reason he gave for his absence from the trial was that he had been
kept at home by severe illness in his family. But the result enabled him
to notice in this manner the sum awarded by the jury.

"This meagre verdict under the circumstances is a severe and mortifying
rebuke to Cooper, who had everything his own way.

"The value of Mr. Cooper's character, therefore, has been judicially
determined.

"It is worth exactly four hundred dollars."

For the publication of this letter a suit was immediately begun against
the "Tribune." But though he wrote for that journal an amusing account
of the trial, in his own paper Weed gave vent to the anger which the
result had excited. The verdicts gained in his various cases by "this
man Cooper," he said, had made "deep inroads upon a fame once bright and
enviable, but now sadly dim and dilapidated." He then recited in full
the misdeeds of the novelist. "For all this," concluded the aggrieved
editor, "connected with the attempt to deprive the citizens of a social
privilege with which they were invested by his honored father, we said
Mr. Cooper was despised. And for this he prosecuted us. And now having
again said it he may again prosecute us, if he wants and thinks he can
obtain four hundred dollars more."

Weed did not appreciate the fact that he was not dealing with a
politician, but with a man indifferent to or rather contemptuous of
popular clamor. His challenge was immediately accepted. Early in
December, 1841, he was able to announce the fact that he had been  (p. 193)
sued again. "The sheriff," he said, "has served another writ upon
us for an alleged libel upon Cooper. It remains to be seen how much
longer courts and juries will sanction this legal persecution of a man,
who after libeling his country and calumniating his countrymen, seeks to
muzzle a free press." The jocular tone used at first had all vanished.
Instead it was replaced by a fierce spirit of wrathfulness and defiance.
During the whole of December, 1841, Weed kept constantly republishing
extracts from other newspapers reflecting upon and attacking Cooper's
character and conduct. These were, he said, "sharp rebukes" of the
novelist's "ridiculous and unworthy attempt to disgrace his own country
to gain the favor and smiles of the nobility abroad." Some of these
newspaper comments furnish very amusing reading now, especially as the
impunity of most of the writers was due to their insignificance. "We
rejoice," said one of them, "to witness the spirit of independence
manifested by the conductors of the press. It proves their incorruptible
integrity and their love of principle, their firm hostility to foreign
notions, and their detestation of the man who seeks to ape the high and
aristocratic manners of English nobility." These valorous declarations
came mainly from the country papers of the state of New York, for the
"Evening Journal" was the Triton of these minnows. Weed, however,
eagerly reproduced everything that came from outside. One article, in
particular, from a Chicago paper, was published, in order that Cooper
might see "what right-minded and unprejudiced people say and think of
him far away in the boundless West."

The appeal was to deaf ears. Neither contracted East nor boundless (p. 194)
West affected Cooper's resolution. As fast as the articles were
republished, they were carefully examined, and prosecutions begun
against the "Evening Journal" for those of them containing libelous
matter. By the middle of December five suits had been commenced, and
more were under consideration. A little later, if contemporary newspaper
reports can be trusted, the number had swelled to seven. The editor
began to appreciate the difficulty and danger of the situation. His
courage, however, did not falter. In fact he looked upon himself as
manfully standing in the gap for freedom of speech. "These suits," he
said "will determine whether an Independent Press is to be protected in
the free exercise of honest opinion, or whether it is to be overawed and
silenced by the persecutions of an inflated, litigious, soured novelist,
who, in his better days by the favor of the Press, made the money with
which he now seeks to oppress its conductors, and sap its independence."
He did not purpose to flinch from his duty. Accordingly he announced
that he should continue publishing these attacks until Cooper ceased
prosecuting.

In this determination he was encouraged by the result of two suits tried
in April, 1842, in the Otsego County Court. Though he was beaten in
both, the verdict was for small amounts. In one case it was fifty-five
dollars, in the other eighty-seven dollars. This convinced the press
that the tide was turning. Again the country newspapers were filled with
libelous paragraphs. Again the novelist was denounced for his heartless
abuse of his country, and his soulless and contemptible vanity. Again
these strictures were carefully collected from every quarter, no matter
how insignificant, and republished in the columns of the "Evening  (p. 195)
Journal." But these cheerful anticipations were speedily dissipated.
Another suit, tried at Fonda in the Supreme Court in May, 1842, resulted
in a verdict of three hundred and twenty-five dollars for the plaintiff.
The country papers were indignant. One of the editors sagely suggested
that "if judge and jury are to carry on this war on the press to gratify
individual malignity much further, it would be well for all editors to
unite in petitioning the legislature to pass a law that judges should
discharge their duties impartially, and juries be composed of honest and
intelligent men." This profound suggestion marks pretty plainly the
intellectual grade to which most of the writers of these paragraphs had
attained. Before it could be acted upon another suit had been decided.
In the September term of the Supreme Court held at Cooperstown, a
further verdict of two hundred dollars was awarded. In the following
month a new suit was begun.

Weed had fought his fight manfully. But the business of publishing
libelous paragraphs at these rates, low as they were, was ceasing to be
either pleasant or profitable. Besides his own counsel fees, the adverse
verdicts carried with them heavy costs. He concluded to let the liberty
of the press take care of itself. Accordingly, on the 14th of December,
1842, he published, though with a grumbling comment, a retraction of all
his previous statements. It had been previously submitted to the eminent
lawyer, Daniel Cady, and by him approved. It withdrew, first, the
allegations contained the previous year in a specific article in the
paper. "On a review of the matter and a better knowledge of the facts,"
were the words of the retraction, "I feel it to be my duty to withdraw
the injurious imputations it contains on the character of Mr.      (p. 196)
Cooper. It is my wish that this retraction should be as broad as the
charges. The 'Albany Evening Journal' having also contained various
other articles reflecting on Mr. Cooper's character, I feel it due to
that gentleman to withdraw every charge that injuriously affects his
character."

The course of instruction had been protracted and expensive, but the
lesson had been learned at last. The independence of the press had been
crushed by the domineering despot of Cooperstown. The controversy
threatened to break out again in 1845, but it seems never to have got
beyond words. There is a comic element introduced into the whole affair
by the fact that the editor of the "Journal" was a profound and even
bigoted admirer of his adversary's novels. So fond was he of quoting
from them, that according to Greeley, jokers at that time gravely
affirmed that Weed had never read but three authors,--Shakespeare,
Scott, and Cooper. In the very heat of the controversy he was said to
have sat up all night reading "The Pathfinder," which had come out a
little while before. Greeley also asserts that the paragraphs which
appeared in the "Evening Journal" were merely designed as gentle
reminders to the novelist of the folly of the course he was pursuing.
This might find belief in a society in which telling a man that he was
an object of universal contempt would be deemed an expression of
friendly interest in his welfare. When he says, in addition, that there
was no shred, no spice of malice in these assaults, he takes away the
sole ground on which a plea of palliation can be brought. If not due to
that they had not even the poor excuse of weak human nature. They were
the wanton acts of a man who attacks another, not from             (p. 197)
indignation or wrath, but from the mere desire of inflicting annoyance
or pain.

The controversy with the "Commercial Advertiser" belongs not here but to
the account of the "Naval History." It has already been said that the
"Tribune" had been sued for the publication of Thurlow Weed's letter
describing the trial at Fonda in November, 1841. In December, 1842, this
case came off at Ballston. Greeley assumed the conduct of the defense.
He was unsuccessful. The jury brought in against him a verdict of two
hundred dollars and costs. "We went back to dinner," he wrote, "took the
verdict in all meekness, took a sleigh and struck a bee-line for New
York." No sooner had he reached the city than he published a most
entertaining account of the whole trial. It filled eleven columns of the
"Tribune," and the demand for it became so great that it was found
necessary to publish it in pamphlet form. For some expressions in it
Cooper began another suit. In this instance Greeley gave up the plan of
defending himself and intrusted the conduct of his side to Seward. The
case dragged on for years in the New York courts, and, so far as I have
been able to discover, had not been brought to a final trial before the
plaintiff's death.

By the end of 1843, Cooper had pretty well reduced the press to silence,
so far as comments on his character were concerned. It was
insignificance or remoteness alone that protected the libeler. The
leading newspapers of the state, however much they might abuse his
writings, learned to be very cautious of what they said of him
personally. But it was a barren victory he had won. He had lost far more
than he had gained. That such would be the result, he knew, while  (p. 198)
he was engaged in the controversy. It affected, at the time, his literary
reputation, and, as a result, the sale of his writings; and since his
death it has been a principal agency in keeping alive a distorted and
fictitious view of his personal character. A common impression came to
be of him something like the description which Greeley's lawyers gave of
the estimation in which he was held in Otsego County, in some legal
papers bearing the date of July, 1845. This was to the effect that he
had acquired and had among his neighbors "the reputation of a proud,
captious, censorious, arbitrary, dogmatical, malicious, illiberal,
revengeful, and litigious man." This one-sided and hostile view of a
strongly-marked character had just enough of truth in it to cause it to
be widely received as an accurate and complete picture. In a similar way
the notion became current that he sought to ape the manners of the
English aristocracy. Whatever Cooper's foibles were, they were none of
them imported. He was too proud in feeling and too self-centred in
opinion ever to think of aping anything or anybody. But on these points
the prejudices and misrepresentations of that day have lasted down to
this.

The account given makes it clear that the occasion of bringing the first
of these libel suits was accidental. But as time went on the prosecution
of them assumed to Cooper the shape of a duty. When once it had taken on
that character, no possible degree of unpopularity or odium could have
prevented him from persisting in his course. He treated with disdain the
common arguments used to persuade him to abandon them. To one of these
he referred directly in a novel published in 1844. He was insisting upon
the superiority of the past to the present, a sentiment which      (p. 199)
became a favorite burden of his latter-day utterances. "The public sense
of right," he said, "had not become blunted by familiarity with abuses,
and the miserable and craven apology was never heard for not enforcing
the laws that nobody cared for what the newspapers say." He certainly
had some justification for the hardest things he thought and said of the
press. The newspapers which circulated the false reports about his
father's disposition of the property at Three Mile Point never corrected
them after the precise facts had been published. Many of them continued
to repeat the original statements after they must have known them to be
untrue. Nor did they stop here. As the British press had in his case
done all it could to justify the charge Cooper made against it of
ferocious blackguardism of personal and political foes, so many of the
American editors seemed anxious to realize, so far as it lay in their
power, the picture that had been drawn of them in the character of
Steadfast Dodge. Papers containing offensive paragraphs about Cooper
were carefully sent, not directed to him personally, but to his wife and
daughters. The fear of punishment is the only motive by which those who
commit acts of this kind can possibly be influenced. On the other hand,
it is an idle claim that the character of the press has been elevated by
libel suits that Cooper or any one else has ever brought. Such
prosecutions may be both justifiable and necessary; but the agencies
that form and build up intelligence and taste and high principle are not
of this negative and restraining character.




CHAPTER X.                                                         (p. 200)

1839-1843.


On the 10th of May, 1839, appeared Cooper's "History of the United
States Navy." The work was one which he had long contemplated writing.
As far back as 1825 there were newspaper reports that he had the
undertaking in mind. He himself, in his parting speech at the dinner
given him in May, 1826, just before his departure for Europe, had
publicly announced his determination of devoting himself to this subject
during his absence abroad. "Encouraged by your kindness," he said, "I
will take this opportunity of recording the deeds and sufferings of a
class of men to which this nation owes a debt of lasting gratitude--a
class of men among whom, I am always ready to declare, not only the
earliest, but many of the happiest days of my youth have been passed."
The necessity of providing for his family and of paying off debts
incurred by others, but for which he was responsible, had prevented the
immediate carrying out of this resolution. But it had always been in his
thoughts. The delay in the preparation probably added to the value of
the history; but its reception would unquestionably have been far
different had it been brought out in the height of his popularity.

It was a work which for many reasons it was a hard task to make
accurate, and a still harder one to make interesting. With slight
exceptions the history could be little more than a record of       (p. 201)
detached combats; and a string of episodes, no matter how brilliant, can
never have the attraction which belongs to unity and grandeur of
movement. These last can alone characterize the operations of great
fleets.

Still, for the writing of this history Cooper was peculiarly fitted. He
had belonged to the navy in his early life. He had never ceased to feel
the deepest interest in its reputation and prosperity. He had
contributed to the "Naval Magazine," a periodical published during 1836
and 1837, a series of papers connected with the improvement of its
condition. He was, moreover, on terms of intimacy with many of the
officers who had won for it distinction; and through them he had access
to sources of information that could not be gained from written
authorities. He had, besides, the characteristic of loving truth for its
own sake, and the disposition to endure any amount of drudgery and
encounter any sort of toil in order to secure it. To this were added the
special qualifications of the historical eye, which enabled him to seize
the important facts in an infinite mass of detail, and the power of
describing vividly what he saw clearly. Under such circumstances it was
reasonable to expect that his work would satisfy all fair-thinking men.
It is, perhaps, correct to say that it did so. But it also gave rise to
a controversy which stretched over a longer period and surpassed, in the
bitter feelings it aroused, any of the wars in which the navy itself had
ever been engaged.

There were special difficulties to be encountered with readers on both
sides of the ocean. On the one hand, Englishmen had usually forgotten to
remember that during the war of 1812 there was any naval combat of
importance fought except between the Shannon and the Chesapeake;   (p. 202)
and even at this day it would be difficult to find in an English writer
any account of the naval operations of that war in which that particular
engagement does not play the principal part. If any other was forced
upon their attention it had become an article of their creed that an
American frigate was little else than a line-of-battle ship disguised.
Moreover, the effective force of the American vessel was, according to
their theory, made up of deserters from the British service. These two
explanations of any failure were often combined. It is in this way
Captain Brenton, one of their naval historians, calmly shows how it was
that the Constitution happened to capture the Guerrière. "We may justly
say," he concludes his account, "it was a large British frigate taking a
small one." On her part America was not to be outdone in her estimate of
national prowess. It had become matter of firm faith with the
inhabitants of the United States that their side had suffered no losses
worth mentioning during the war of 1812; that the American vessel had
been invariably successful, whenever there was any approach to equality
of force; and that in every case it was the superior seamanship,
courage, and skill of their officers and men that had decided the result
in their favor, and not superiority in weight of metal.

Neither of these beliefs was of a kind likely to influence Cooper. He
had got to that point of feeling in which he looked upon the public
opinion of both England and America with a good deal of contempt. It was
not to pamper the vanity or flatter the prejudices of either that he
wrote, but to state the truth. For this he neglected nothing that lay in
his power. He studied public documents of every kind, official     (p. 203)
reports, all the printed and manuscript material to which he could get
access. From officers of the navy who had shared in the actions
described he gathered much information which they alone were able to
communicate. In one sense he was fully satisfied with what he had done.
He did not pretend that in a work which involved the examination and
sifting of an almost infinite number of details he had not made some
errors. It was only that he had made none intentionally, and that he had
put forth his most strenuous exertions to have what he wrote entirely
free from mistake. Nor is it possible for any unprejudiced mind to read
the history now and not feel the truth of the assertion. Its accuracy
and honesty have sometimes been flippantly questioned, but usually by
men who have not spent as many days in the study of the subject as
Cooper did months. During his lifetime imputations were made in a few
cases upon the correctness of his statements. They met then, however, so
speedy and effectual a refutation that it was not thought worth while to
repeat the criticisms until he was in his grave. Cooper might be wrong
in his conclusions; but it was rarely safe to quarrel with his facts.
There is more, however, in this history than freedom from intentional
perversion of the truth. There are throughout the whole of it the
calmness, the judicial spirit, the absence of partisanship which may not
of themselves add anything to the interest of the narrative, but are
worth everything for the impression of truthfulness it makes.

Impartiality is a quality, however, little apt to be commended where our
own feelings and interests are concerned. Still, the general fairness of
the work was admitted in England, with the qualification, of       (p. 204)
course that a perfectly trustworthy history could not come from this
side of the water. A few malignant attacks were made upon it. One of
these, which appeared in the "United Service Journal" for November and
December, 1839, is of the nature of a prolonged roar rather than a
criticism; but it is worth noticing for the incidental evidence it
furnishes of the intense rancor felt towards Cooper by many in England
on account of his strictures upon that country in the two volumes
devoted to it in his "Gleanings in Europe." The writer made the then
usual profession of faith, that the work referred to had been completely
crushed by the "Quarterly;" moreover, that the novelist had been
convicted by it of the blackest ingratitude for traducing the nation
which, we learn from this notice, had fostered his talents for romance.
No critic of Cooper, either in Europe or in this country, it is to be
remarked here, ever seemed willing to concede that the author had any
hand in gaining his own reputation. In America the newspapers constantly
assured him that it was due entirely to them. Great Britain assumed that
it was to her generous appreciation alone that he was known in either
hemisphere. The European main-land was not behind the island in this
feeling. "Undoubtedly," wrote Balzac, "Cooper's renown is not due to his
countrymen nor to the English: he owes it mainly to the ardent
appreciation of France." This sentiment of the novelist's obligation to
Great Britain was uppermost in the heart of the reviewer in the "United
Service Journal." An uneasy impression, however, weighed upon his mind
lest Cooper, who had now suffered annihilation several times without
injury, might have survived the particular one inflicted by the    (p. 205)
"Quarterly." He honestly confessed, therefore, that he had waited
some months before criticising the "Naval History," so that he might not
look at it with a jaundiced or malignant eye in consequence of his
recollections of the previous work on England.

It is not worth while to take any further notice of this article, in
which wretched criticism was put into still poorer English. But there
was one of these reviews to which Cooper felt it incumbent on him to
reply. This appeared in the "Edinburgh" for April, 1840. It was
studiously fair in tone. It commended the American author's work in many
respects. While doing so, however, it attacked him for having made no
use of the "Naval History of Great Britain" by William James, a history
which it spoke of in a gushing way as approaching "as nearly to
perfection in its own line as any historical work perhaps ever did." It
also labored heavily to break the force of some of Cooper's statements
by charging him with making assertions without evidence or against
evidence. James was a veterinary surgeon who had come to this country
before the war of 1812 to practice his profession. After the breaking
out of hostilities he left it, or rather, as he says, "escaped from it,
before being taken prisoner into the interior"--whatever that may mean.
In the early part of "the steelyard and arithmetical war," as Cooper
phrased it, which has raged with extreme violence ever since the peace
of Ghent, James bore a gallant and conspicuous part. He published a
pamphlet on the subject, which, in 1817, came out expanded into a
volume. In it he showed conclusively that his countrymen had been
utterly wrong in supposing that they had met with any naval reverses
during the war of 1812. The falsity of this assumption he          (p. 206)
satisfactorily established by explaining that the Americans were the
most inveterate liars upon the face of the earth. By their deceptive and
fraudulent accounts they had beguiled the English, a self-distrustful
and self-depreciating people, into believing that they had been
defeated, where they had really been victorious. Heroes, indeed, can be
overcome by sufficient odds; and James was always prepared with ample
explanations to account for failure in special cases. He also convicted
the officers of the American navy not merely of lying in their official
reports--which was a duty expected of them both by government and
people--but of cowardice in action, of misconduct in their operations,
and of brutality toward enemies whom the chance of war threw into their
power. A work like this not merely filled a gap in historical
literature, it supplied a national want. It was accordingly received
with such favor that its author went on to produce a history of the
British navy from 1793 to the accession of George IV. In this he
embodied his previous narrative; and a grateful people has never ceased
to cherish a work which showed it that it had succeeded where previously
it had been laboring under the impression that it had failed.

For James and his history Cooper had unbounded contempt. This
horse-doctor, as he termed him, he looked upon as being as well fitted
to describe a naval engagement as the proverbial horse-marine would be
to take part in one. Besides being incapable, he regarded him as
eminently dishonest; as vaunting impartiality while elevating
discreditable and improbable hearsay into positive assertion, and
fortifying his falsehoods by a pretentious parade of figures and
official documents. It is hardly going too far to say that, in     (p. 207)
Cooper's opinion, the remarks of James on American affairs combined all
possible forms of misstatement from undesigned misrepresentation to
deliberate falsehood. There may be difference of opinion on this point;
on another there can be none. The period covered by the British writer
is on the whole the most glorious in the long and brilliant naval
history of the greatest maritime power the world has ever known. Never
was there a greater contrast between the spirit with which things were
done and the spirit with which they were told. In no other history known
to man does tediousness assume proportions more appalling, do figures
seem more juiceless, do the stories of heroic achievement furnish less
inspiration than in this of James. If it be true, as some modern writers
say, that history to be of value must be void of interest, it may be
conceded that this particular work is entitled to that praise of
perfection accorded it by the Edinburgh Reviewer.

The judgment that held up such a history as a model was not likely to
impress a man, who was still under the sway of the old-fashioned notion,
that there was no absolutely necessary connection between dullness and
accuracy. To this particular criticism Cooper replied in the "Democratic
Review" for May and June, 1842. In the first article he exposed the
ignorance and dishonesty of James. In the second he devoted himself to
the assertions of the "Edinburgh." The game was hardly worth the candle.
His arguments could not reach the men who alone needed to know them. In
international quarrels of any kind there are few who read both sides.
The feeling exists that it is not safe to contaminate the purity of
one's faith in his country by the doubts that might arise from     (p. 208)
merely fancying that an opponent has reasons for his course worth
considering. So it was in this case. Few people in the United States saw
the "Edinburgh Review," none believed what it said. In England fewer
knew even of the existence of the "Democratic Review."

The controversy that arose in this country was on an entirely different
ground. It was one that could hardly have been foreseen. The personal
hostility which Cooper had succeeded in drawing upon himself was never
so conspicuously shown as in the treatment which his "Naval History"
underwent. At first, indeed, it was received with general favor, though
by many it was thought to give too much credit to the English. In a
short time, however, attacks were made upon it so virulent, so
causeless, and withal so simultaneous, that the mere fact would of
itself afford reason for the suspicion that they were concerted. This
was practically the case. A certain amount of preliminary detail will
make the circumstances clear. The controversy was entirely about the
account of a particular action in the war of 1812, and a work containing
over fifty chapters was absolutely condemned as partisan and worthless
for what was found on a few pages of one chapter.

The battle of Lake Erie was fought and won by Commodore Perry on the
10th of September, 1813. It presented the peculiarity that the Lawrence,
the flagship of the victorious squadron, had struck to the enemy in the
course of the engagement. There was a feeling prevalent among many at
the time that Elliott, the second in rank, had not been cordial in his
support of his commander, and had left him to bear for a long while the
brunt of the fight without hastening in his vessel, the Niagara,   (p. 209)
to his help. This was, in particular, the general belief among those on
board the Lawrence. Perry did not sanction this view at first. Urged by
good-nature, according to the theory of his friends, he praised
Elliott's conduct in his official report. He went even farther in a
letter of the 19th of September. This was in reply to a note from
Elliott stating that rumors were current that the Lawrence had been
sacrificed because of the lack of proper exertion on the part of the
second in command. "I am indignant," wrote Perry, "that any report
should be in circulation prejudicial to your character as respects the
action of the 10th instant. It affords me pleasure that I have it in my
power to assure you that the conduct of yourself, officers, and crew was
such as to merit my warmest approbation. And I consider the circumstance
of your volunteering and bringing the smaller vessels up to close action
as contributing largely to our victory." Such was the situation at the
time. A few years later, however, a bitter quarrel sprang up between
Perry and Elliott, which apparently owed a good deal of its rancor to
the exertions of good-natured friends of both in communicating to each
remarks made, or supposed to be made, by the other. An envenomed
correspondence took place in 1818. It led to Elliott's challenging
Perry, and Perry preferring charges against Elliott for his conduct at
the battle of Lake Erie. In the letter accompanying the charges he gave
as his reason for changing his opinion as to the behavior of his second
in command, that he had been put into possession of fresh facts. The
government took no action in the matter, and in the following year Perry
died. In 1834 Elliott became the mark of hostility of the Whig press on
account of his putting the figure of Andrew Jackson at the         (p. 210)
figure-head of the Constitution, the war-ship of which he was in
command. The old scandal about his conduct at Erie was revived. Elliott
did more than defend himself. A life of him was published in 1835,
written by another, but from materials evidently that he himself had
furnished. It claimed that the success of the battle of Lake Erie was
mainly due to his efforts. It naturally produced a feeling of intense
bitterness among Perry's friends and relatives. This was the way matters
stood at the time that the "Naval History" was brought out.

Cooper entered upon the account of the battle of Lake Erie with the
common prejudice against Elliott. Nor were efforts lacking to keep it
alive and strengthen it, when it was reported in naval circles that he
had begun to be uncertain about the justice of his original impressions.
Captain Matthew Perry, the brother of the Commodore, forwarded him all
the sworn documentary evidence that made against Elliott. He neglected
to send any that was given in his favor. Cooper was not the man to be
satisfied with this way of writing history. As he examined the subject
more and more, he was struck by the conflicting character of the
testimony, and the doubt that overhung the whole question. He came
finally to the conclusion that it was not a matter he could settle, or,
perhaps, any one. He accordingly contented himself with giving as
accurate an account of the battle of Lake Erie as he could without
entering at all into the details of the controversy. He made not the
slightest effort to detract from the praise due to Perry, and, indeed,
paid the highest tribute to his skill and conduct. Nor did he give to
Elliott any prominence whatever.


He had committed, however, the unpardonable sin. He had refused    (p. 211)
to attack Elliott. He had preferred to accept Perry's original account
of the battle, written within five days after it had taken place, to the
view he took of it not only five years later, but also after a bitter
personal quarrel had sprung up between him and his former second in
command. While Cooper had made no special mention of the latter, he had
spoken of him respectfully. There was a general feeling that Elliott
ought to have been attacked. He was a very unpopular man, and, perhaps,
deservedly so; while Perry was both a popular favorite and a popular
hero. The refusal of Cooper to join in the general denunciation brought
down upon him, not only those who honestly believed him in the wrong,
but the whole horde of his own personal enemies who knew little and
cared less about this particular subject. In the long list of
controversies which the student of literature is under the necessity of
examining, none seems so uncalled for and so discreditable to the
assailants as this. For it is to be borne in mind that the historian had
not made the slightest attempt to injure Perry in the popular
estimation, or to elevate the subordinate at the expense of the
commander. Yet assertions of this kind were constantly bandied about,
though it would not have taken five minutes reading of the work to have
shown their falsity. Cooper was frequently spoken of by the press as the
detractor of American fame and the slanderer of American character,
because he refused to say, on one-sided evidence, that an officer of the
United States navy had been willing to sacrifice his superior in a hotly
contested battle and imperil the result for the sake of ministering to
his own personal ambition, or of gratifying a feeling of personal  (p. 212)
dislike and envy, of the existence of which at the time there was no proof.

Space here exists to notice only the elaborate attacks to which Cooper
himself felt constrained to reply. The first of these appeared in four
numbers of the "New York Commercial Advertiser" during June, 1839. The
articles were written by William A. Duer, who had lately been president
of Columbia College. They purported to be a review of the "Naval
History," but nothing whatever was said about that work beyond the few
pages in which the battle of Lake Erie is described. They were,
moreover, so personal in their nature and contained imputations so gross
on his character, that Cooper began a libel suit against the journal in
which they were published. This finally resulted in one of the most
extraordinary trials that has ever been recorded in merely literary
annals. The attack in the "Commercial Advertiser" was followed by a
similar one in the "North American Review." This was written, however,
with more decency, though it again devoted itself mainly to the battle
of Lake Erie. It was the work of Alexander Slidell Mackenzie, a naval
author, who by three books of travel had gained at the time some
literary notoriety. But the notoriety never rose to reputation; and the
history which preserves his name at all, preserves it in connection with
an event it were well for his memory to have eternally forgotten. It is
to be added that he was the brother-in-law of Captain Matthew Perry, and
that Duer was his uncle. Hardly had his broadside been delivered, when
another attack appeared. The victor of Lake Erie had come from Rhode
Island, and Rhode Island rushed to the fray, not to defend her son--for
he had not been attacked--but to build up his reputation by        (p. 213)
ruining that of his enemy. Tristam Burges, when the biography of
Elliott, already referred to, had appeared, had delivered a lecture on
the battle of Lake Erie before the Rhode Island Historical Society. It
was not printed at the time; but no sooner was Cooper's work published
than, at the request of Perry's friends and relatives, it was brought
out with documents appended. The lecture reads very much like a stump
speech of the extreme florid type. It is needless to say that in it
Elliott got his full deserts for betraying his commander. It made no
direct reference to Cooper, but the whole object was to discredit the
account of the battle which he had given.

Even this was not all. Mackenzie prepared a life of Perry, which was
published early in 1841. In it he attacked Elliott with great
bitterness, and was careful to give in an appendix all the sworn
testimony on one side, and leave out all the sworn testimony on the
other. The biography met with general favor. It was styled a noble work,
and the courage manifested by the author in assailing an unpopular man
and celebrating a popular hero was, for some reason hard now to be
understood, highly commended on all sides. The intense partisanship of
the biography can be read on almost every page. But it was warmly
welcomed everywhere, for Elliott had few friends even in his own
profession. The "North American Review" for July, 1841, in an article
written by the late Admiral Charles H. Davis, congratulated the navy on
now having a work which gave a true and faithful report of the battle of
Lake Erie, and stigmatized Cooper's account as false in spirit,
statement, and comment.

This was, indeed, the general charge. For a while Cooper was       (p. 214)
under as heavy a bombardment as Perry himself had been in his flagship.
That his feelings were outraged by the injustice of it there can be no
question, but it never daunted his spirit. Yet he took not the slightest
step without being sure of his ground. He went over the evidence again
and again. He talked with officers of the navy who held views opposed to
his own; though he said afterward he rarely found that they knew
anything about the matter beyond common report. With the exception of a
few newspaper articles, however, he published nothing directly in reply
until four years after his history was published. In the mean while he
pressed the suit against William L. Stone, the editor of the "Commercial
Advertiser." That paper at first took the prosecution in the jocular and
insolent way then common with the press. Under an announcement of "Stand
Clear," it informed its readers early in August, 1839, that "the
interesting Mr. J. Effingham Fenimore Cooper is to bring a libel suit
against us. None will approach it in interest, importance, or
amusement." The editor was telling more truth than he thought. No
action, however, was taken by Cooper for nearly a year to carry out his
expressed intention. But he could always be depended upon. His suits,
though sometimes long in coming, were sure to come at last. Great was
the surprise of the editor when, in May, 1840, a process was served upon
him for a libel printed eleven months before. He was indignant that the
prosecutor had waited so long. A demurrer was filed and argued in July,
1840, at the Utica term of the Supreme Court. The decision was against
the defendant. Things now began to look more serious; for while the
importance of the suit was increasing, its amusement was diminishing.
It, however, hung on in the courts for a year and a half longer.   (p. 215)
The defendant was naturally unwilling to hasten a trial which was almost
certain to end in an adverse verdict. Negotiations between the parties
in the autumn of 1841 resulted in a novel agreement. Cooper did not care
for damages. It was not money he sought; it was to vindicate the truth
of his history and his character as an historian. When, therefore, his
adversary suggested that an ordinary jury of twelve men could not well
pass upon a question involving the value of conflicting evidence, and
minute technical detail, he seized upon the occasion to arrange that it
should be tried before a body of referees, consisting of three
distinguished lawyers. The proposal was accepted. Never was the eternal
question between author and reviewer settled in a more singular and a
more thorough way. For the referees were to decide, not merely upon
legal points, but upon moral ones. They were to decide whether the
author had written a truthful account of the battle of Lake Erie, and
whether he had written it in a spirit of truth. On the other hand, they
were to decide whether the reviewer had written matter libelous enough
to justify a verdict from a jury, and whether in the treatment of the
subject for which he criticised the history he had been just and
impartial. If the decision were in favor of the author the defendant was
not to pay more than two hundred and fifty dollars besides the costs. In
any case the beaten party was to publish the full text of the decision,
at his own expense, in the cities of New York, Albany, and Washington.
The referees agreed upon were Samuel Steevens, named by Cooper; Daniel
Lord, Jr., named by Stone; and Samuel A. Foot, chosen by mutual consent.
The attendance of many witnesses was rendered unnecessary by the   (p. 216)
stipulation that a vast mass of documentary testimony in possession
of Cooper should be taken in evidence.

The referees met in the United States court room in New York city, on
the afternoon of Monday, May 16, 1842. A large crowd was in attendance.
Public interest had been aroused, not only by the question involved and
the novel character of the suit, but by the fact that the historian was
to assume the principal conduct of his own side. The trial lasted for
five days. After the opening speeches had been made, the taking of oral
testimony began. Among the witnesses for the defense were Sands,
Mackenzie, and Paulding, all officers of the navy. They were examined in
reference to Cooper's account of the battle of Lake Erie and the
diagrams by which he represented the positions of the vessels during the
engagement. Their views were in all respects opposed to the theory of
operations which he had assumed. After the taking of the oral testimony
was ended and certain legal questions had been argued, the summing up
was begun by William W. Campbell of Otsego, the leading lawyer for the
defense. His speech was exceedingly able and effective. Men who were
present at the proceedings asserted, when it was finished, that there
was no possible way in which its reasoning could be shaken, still less
overthrown. At eight o'clock on Thursday evening Cooper began summing up
for the prosecution, and continued until ten. On Friday he resumed his
argument at four in the afternoon, and six hours had passed before he
concluded. His conduct of the case from the beginning had excited
surprise and admiration. Friends and foes alike bore witness to the
signal ability he had displayed throughout; but his closing speech (p. 217)
made an especially profound impression. Its interest, its ingenuity, and
its effectiveness were conceded by the defendant himself. It was for a
long time after spoken of as one of the finest forensic displays that
had ever been witnessed at the New York bar. Among those present at the
trial was Henry T. Tuckerman, who has left us an account of the
circumstances and of the bearing of the man. "A more unpopular cause,"
he wrote, "never fell to the lot of a practiced advocate; for the hero
of Lake Erie was and had long been one of the most cherished of American
victors. We could not but admire the self-possession, coolness, and
vigor with which the author, on this occasion, played the lawyer. Almost
alone in his opinion,--the tide of public sentiment against his theory
of the battle, and the popular sympathy wholly with the received
traditions of that memorable day,--he stood collected, dignified,
uncompromising; examined witnesses, quoted authorities, argued nautical
and naval precedents with a force and a facility which would have done
credit to an experienced barrister. On the one hand, his speech was a
remarkable exhibition of self-esteem, and on the other, a most
interesting professional argument; for when he described the battle, and
illustrated his views by diagrams, it was like a chapter in one of his
own sea-stories, so minute, graphic, and spirited was the picture he
drew. The dogmatism was more than compensated for by the picturesqueness
of the scene; his self-complacency was exceeded by his wonderful
ability. He quoted Cooper's 'Naval History' as if it were 'Blackstone;'
he indulged in reminiscences; he made digressions and told anecdotes; he
spoke of the manoeuvres of the vessels, of the shifting of the wind, of
the course of the fight, like one whose life had been passed on    (p. 218)
the quarter-deck. No greater evidence of self-reliance, of indifference
to the opinion of the world, and to that of his countrymen in
particular, of the rarest descriptive talent, of pertinacity, loyalty to
personal conviction, and a manly, firm, yet not unkindly spirit, could
be imagined than the position thus assumed, and the manner in which he
met the exigency. As we gazed and listened, we understood clearly why,
as a man, Cooper had been viewed from such extremes of prejudice and
partiality; we recognized at once the generosity and courage, and the
willfulness and pride of his character: but the effect was to inspire a
respect for the man, such as authors whose errors are moral weaknesses
never excite."

On the 16th of June the referees rendered their decision on the eight
points submitted to them for adjudication. In regard to five of these
they were all in full agreement; but in three instances one of the
referees dissented from certain portions of the report made by the other
two.

The first point was whether, according to the evidence and the rules of
the law the plaintiff would be entitled to the verdict of a jury in an
ordinary suit for libel. They agreed that he would, and accordingly
awarded the damages that had been fixed by the original stipulation.

The second point was whether in writing his account of the battle of
Lake Erie, Cooper had faithfully fulfilled his obligations as an
historian. The majority of the referees decided that he had so done. Mr.
Foot dissented to this extent, that Cooper had intended to do so, but
that from error of judgment or from some cause not impugning the   (p. 219)
purity of his motives, he had failed in one specified point. This was
that the narrative gave the impression that Elliott's conduct in the
battle had met with universal approbation, which it had not. The
arbitrator added, however, that this was the only particular in which it
appeared to him that the historian had failed in fulfilling the high
trust he had taken upon himself.

The third point was whether the narrative of the battle of Lake Erie was
true or not in its essential facts, and if untrue, in what particulars.
The majority decided that it was true. Mr. Foot dissented on the same
point, to the same extent, and for the same reason, for which he had
dissented from the second.

The fourth point was whether the account of the battle was written in a
spirit of impartiality and justice. They all agreed that it was so
written.

The fifth point was whether the writer of the criticism, upon which the
suit was founded, had faithfully fulfilled the office of a reviewer. If
not they were to give the facts upon which their conclusion was based.
They unanimously agreed that the writer had not faithfully discharged
his obligations as a reviewer; that he had indulged in personal
imputations; that he was guilty of misquotations which materially
changed the meaning; that his statements were incorrect in several
particulars; and that his charge that Cooper had given to Elliott equal
credit with Perry in the conduct of the battle was untrue. This last
assertion, they add, was made after a careful examination by them of the
history itself.

The sixth point was whether the review was true or not in its essential
facts; and if untrue, in what particulars. They all agreed that    (p. 220)
it was untrue, and gave the particulars.

The seventh point was whether the review was written in a spirit of
impartiality and justice. The majority decided that it was not so
written. Here again Mr. Foot made a partial dissent. He considered the
review to have been written under the influence of a wakeful
sensibility, inconsiderately and unnecessarily aroused in defense of the
reputation of a beloved and deceased friend.

The eighth point was to settle which of the two parties should be
required to publish the full text of the decision at his own expense in
newspapers published in New York, Washington, and Albany. The referees
agreed that this was to be done by the defendant.

Thus ended this suit. For Cooper the result was a great personal
triumph. He had had to contend with the prejudices of a nation. For
months and years he had been persistently assailed with all the weapons
that unscrupulous partisanship or unreasoning family affection could
wield. He had been compelled to identify his own cause with that of a
man who, in addition to unpopularity with members of his own profession,
had drawn upon himself the hostility of a political party. He had been
under the necessity of controverting, in some particulars, a generally
accepted belief. Against him had been arrayed two of the ablest lawyers
of the bar. Naval officers of reputation had on the witness stand
criticised his theory of the battle and contradicted his statements. He
had been assisted in the conduct of the case by his nephew; but outside
of this he had received help from no one. Sympathy with him, there was
little; desire for his success, there was less; and the referees   (p. 221)
could hardly fail to feel to some extent the influence that pervaded
the whole country. In the face of all these odds he had fought the
battle and won it. He had wrung respect and admiration from a hostile
public sentiment which he had openly and contemptuously defied. Upon the
essential matters in dispute the verdict of three men, of highest rank
in their profession and skilled in the weighing of conflicting evidence,
had been entirely in his favor.

Cooper followed up his victory by a pamphlet which appeared in August,
1843, entitled, "The Battle of Lake Erie: or, Answers to Messrs. Burges,
Duer, and Mackenzie." In this he went fully over the ground. No reply
was made to it; there was in fact none to be made. The popular tradition
could best be maintained by silence. Silence at any rate during his
lifetime was preserved, and silence in cases where it would have been
creditable to have said something. It certainly affords justification
additional to that already given, for the contemptuous opinion expressed
by Cooper of the American press, that the newspapers which had been
loudest in the denunciation of his history, never so much as alluded to
the result of the trial brought to test authoritatively the fairness and
impartiality of the narrative for which he had been condemned.

After reading patiently all that has been written on both sides of this
question, it seems to me that not only was the verdict of the
arbitrators a just one, but that Cooper was right in the view he took.
Still, where evidence is conflicting there is ample room for difference
of opinion; and in regard to the conduct of Elliott at Lake Erie the
evidence is diametrically opposed. The only secure method, therefore, of
obtaining and maintaining a comfortable bigotry of belief on the   (p. 222)
subject is to read carefully the testimony on one side and to despise
the other so thoroughly as to refrain from even looking at it. This was
then and has since been the course followed by the thick and thin
partisans of Perry. But whether the conclusion be right or not at which
Cooper arrived, there was never the slightest justification for the
gross abuse to which he was subjected. He had everything to gain by
falling in with the popular tradition and attacking Elliott. Nothing but
lofty integrity and love of truth could have made him take the course he
did. If a mistake at all, it was a mistake of judgment. But the charges
brought against him were based in most instances upon deliberate
misrepresentation of what he had said. This was especially true of the
criticisms of Duer and Mackenzie. The perversion of meaning of one of
his foot-notes is a striking instance of the unscrupulous nature of
these attacks. In this Cooper had spoken of the vulgar opinion which
celebrated as an act of special gallantry Perry's passing in an open
boat from one ship to another as being the very least of his merits;
that the same thing was done in the same engagement by others, including
Elliott; that there was personal risk everywhere; and that Perry's real
merit was his indomitable resolution not to be conquered, and the manner
in which he sought new modes of victory when old ones failed. If this be
depreciatory, it is depreciatory to say that greater honor is due to him
who manifests the skill and fertility of resource of a commander than to
him who exhibits the mere valor of a soldier. But in Duer's review of
the "Naval History," and Mackenzie's "Life of Perry," the purport of the
note was entirely changed. The concluding portion was dishonestly  (p. 223)
omitted, and a paragraph that gave to the victor of Lake Erie credit for
generalship rather than soldiership was converted into an assertion that
the risk he had run was of slight consequence.

This controversy brought in its train another libel suit. To the editor
of the "Commercial Advertiser" the result had caused deep mortification.
The reviewer also was naturally dissatisfied with a decision which left
upon him the stigma of a libeler. He offered, if the case could be
brought before a common jury for another trial, to pay double the amount
of damages awarded, provided the result was against him. With such an
arrangement Mr. Stone declined to have anything to do. He had had, he
said, annoyance enough already with the suit. But he was tempted in a
moment of vexation to indulge in remarks which implied that Cooper was
in a hurry to get the sum awarded, with the object of putting it into
Wall Street "for shaving purposes." The insinuation was uncalled for and
unjustifiable; and as the editor subsequently admitted that it was only
made in jest, it may be imputed to his credit that he had the grace to
be ashamed of it. A libel suit, however, followed. It was at first
decided in Cooper's favor. It was then carried up to the Court of
Errors, and in December, 1845, more than a year after Mr. Stone's death,
that tribunal reversed the decision. The result of the trial was hailed
with the keenest delight by the Whig press of the state. "The Great
Persecutor," as he was sometimes styled, had been finally foiled. "The
rights of the press," said one of the newspapers, "are at last
triumphant over the tyranny of courts and the vile constructions of the
law of libel." The value of the victory, however, was largely lessened
by the little respect in which the Court of Errors was held. This  (p. 224)
tribunal, which consisted in the majority of cases of the Chancellor and
of the members of the state Senate, was swept away by the Constitution
of 1846. Its influence had gone long before. Cooper was doubtless giving
expression to the general feeling as well as venting his own indignation
at this particular decision when he spoke of it, as he did a little
later, as a "pitiful imitation of the House of Lords' system," by which
a body of "small lawyers, country doctors, merchants, farmers," with
occasionally a man of ability, were constituted the highest tribunal in
the state.

Two other results followed incidentally this controversy about the
battle of Lake Erie. One had the nature of comedy, the other partook
rather of that of tragedy. Perry, as has been said, was a Rhode
Islander, and many of the men he had with him had come from that state.
Tristam Burges, in his lecture, had, in many instances, allowed his
eloquence to get the better of his sense. In the preface to it, when
published, he abandoned the latter altogether. He twice asserted, and
gave his reasons for it, that "the fleet and battle of Erie" were to be
regarded "as a part of the maritime affairs of Rhode Island."
Apparently, however, the whole state took the same view. There seemed to
be a feeling prevalent in it that its own reputation lay in destroying
the reputation of Perry's second in command. In 1845 Elliott had a medal
struck in honor of Cooper. It bore on one side the head of the author
surrounded by the words, "The Personification of Honor, Truth, and
Justice." At the suggestion of John Quincy Adams copies were sent to the
various historical societies of the country. That statesman himself
undertook their transmission. Accordingly one was forwarded among  (p. 225)
the rest to the Rhode Island Society. It reached its destination in
March. It threw that body into a tumult of excitement. The trustees
reflected upon it anxiously. They referred it to a committee. After
prolonged brooding the committee gave birth to a preamble and two
resolutions. These were reported to the Society at the meeting of the
10th of September. In one of the resolutions the letter of Adams was
embodied, and he was thanked for the care and attention he had displayed
in the discharge of the trust committed to him by Commodore Elliott. The
second resolution recited substantially that Cooper had not been
conducting himself properly in the matter, and had published opinions
which the Society could not adopt or sanction. It therefore declined to
accept the medal in his honor, and directed the president to transmit it
to Adams with the request to return it to Commodore Elliott. Vigorous as
this action may now seem, it did not then come up to the level of
offended justice. There was to be no tampering with iniquity, even in
high places. Elliott was not to succeed in his impudent effort to skulk
behind the character of Adams, nor was Adams to escape reproof for the
base uses to which he had allowed himself to be put. A motion was
accordingly made to strike out the resolution conveying to that
statesman the thanks of the Society. It was carried unanimously. The
medal was accordingly returned to him with the request that he send it
to Elliott with an attested copy of the resolution. Adams's conception
of an Historical Society was different from that then entertained in
Rhode Island. He clearly thought it no part of their business to be
officially engaged in upholding the reputation of favorite sons,   (p. 226)
or defending the character of heroes. His reply was curt, not to say
tart. "I decline the office," he wrote, "requested of me by the
Historical Society of Rhode Island, and hold the medal and the copy of
the resolution, which they request me to transmit to Commodore Elliott,
to be delivered to any person whom they, or you by their direction, may
authorize to receive them."

Cooper apparently said nothing about this action at the time. He had
before been solemnly warned by the Providence newspapers not to risk a
controversy with Burges, or, as they more graphically expressed it, not
to "get into the talons of the bald-headed eagle of Rhode Island." The
threatened danger, however, had not deterred him from exposing the
absurdities into which even eagles fall when they use their pinions for
writing and not for flying. Not even did he have the fear of the
Historical Society itself before his eyes. In 1850 he took occasion to
pay his respects to that body. He was then bringing out a revised
edition of his novels. In the preface to "The Red Rover," he mentioned
the stone tower at Newport, and referred to the way in which he had been
assailed for his irreverence in calling it a mill. He repeated this
assertion as to its character. He expressed his belief that the building
was more probably built upon arches to defend grain from mice than men
from savages. "We trust," he added, "this denial of the accuracy of what
may be a favorite local theory will not draw upon us any new evidence of
the high displeasure of the Rhode Island Historical Society, an
institution which displayed such a magnanimous sense of the right, so
much impartiality, and so profound an understanding of the laws of
nature and of the facts of the day, on a former occasion when we   (p. 227)
incurred its displeasure, that we really dread a second encounter with
its philosophy, its historical knowledge, its wit, and its signal love
of justice. Little institutions, like little men, very naturally have a
desire to get on stilts; a circumstance that may possibly explain the
theory of this extraordinary and very useless fortification. We prefer
the truth and common sense to any other mode of reasoning, not having
the honor to be an Historical Society at all." No reply, at least no
public reply, came from that quarter during his life, to the views he
had expressed. It was only when he was unable to defend himself that he
was again assailed. In February, 1852, an account of the battle of Lake
Erie was delivered before the Rhode Island Historical Society by Usher
Parsons, who had been assistant surgeon on board the Lawrence. His
testimony had been somewhat severely criticised by Cooper. Now that the
latter was in his grave he took occasion to cast imputations upon the
motives of the historian, and asperse the honesty of his statements.
Parsons added nothing new of moment to the discussion, for what he said
was merely a rehash, made in a very bungling way, of the old facts and
assertions. But the spirit in which he wrote and the insinuations in
which he indulged furnish ample justification for the low opinion which
Cooper held of the evidence he had previously given.

With the parting shot in the preface to "The Red Rover," the
controversy, on Cooper's part, concluded. He had, however, been
concerned in another matter, in which the fortunes of his own work and
the fortunes of one of its critics were strangely blended. In 1841 an
abridged edition of his "Naval History" was brought out in one     (p. 228)
volume. The publisher was desirous of having it included in the list of
books purchased for the district school libraries of New York. With this
object in view he offered it, without Cooper's knowledge, to the
Secretary of State, John C. Spencer, who was also superintendent of
public instruction. To him was confided, by virtue of his office, the
selection of the works which should constitute these libraries. He
rejected the proposal with uncomplimentary brevity. He would have
nothing to do, he informed the publisher, with so partisan a
performance. Soon after this he emphasized his opinion of its
partisanship by directing the purchase of Mackenzie's "Life of Perry"--a
work which was almost avowedly one-sided. There was a retribution almost
poetical in the tragedy that followed; for the same lack of mental
balance and judgment that had been exhibited in this biography of Perry
was to show itself under circumstances peculiarly harrowing. In October,
1841, Spencer joined the administration of John Tyler as Secretary of
War. In December, 1842, Mackenzie, then in command of the United States
brig Somers, gave a still further proof of his impartiality by hanging
on the high seas Spencer's son, an acting midshipman, for alleged
mutiny. It was done without even going through the formality of a trial.
It was an act of manslaughter, not committed, indeed, from any feeling
of malice, but merely from the same lack of judgment that he had
displayed in the literary controversy in which he had been engaged.
Mackenzie was brought before a naval court-martial, and succeeded with
some difficulty in securing an acquittal. In 1844 the proceedings of the
trial were published, and annexed to them was an elaborate review of the
case by Cooper. It was written in a calm and temperate tone, but   (p. 229)
it practically settled the question of the character of the act.

Cooper's interest in the navy led him also to write a series of lives of
officers who had been prominent in its history. The first of these
appeared originally in "Graham's Magazine" for October, 1842, and the
others are scattered through the volumes of that year and the years
succeeding. In 1846 they were published in book form. Among them was a
life of Perry. In this he took occasion to reaffirm what he had
previously said about the battle of Lake Erie. But the injustice which
had been done to him did not lead him to treat with injustice the man
whose life he was writing, though it was impossible for him to say what
would be satisfactory to Perry's partisans without falsifying what he
believed to be the truth.

In spite of the numerous attacks made upon it the "Naval History" was
successful, as success is measured in technical works of this kind. A
second edition, revised and corrected, appeared in April, 1840, and in
1847 a third edition was published. At the time of his death Cooper was
projecting a continuation of it, and had gathered together materials for
that purpose. The original work ended with the close of the last war
with Great Britain. He intended to bring it down to the end of the
Mexican War. This was done by another after his death. In 1853 a new
edition of the "Naval History" appeared with a continuation prepared by
the Reverend Charles W. McHarg. The matter that Cooper had collected
was used, but there was very little in what was added that was of his
own composition. Of the original work, it is safe to say, that for the
period which it covers it is little likely to be superseded as the (p. 230)
standard history of the American navy. Later investigation may show
some of the author's assertions to be erroneous. Some of his conclusions
may turn out as mistaken as have his prophecies about the use of steam
in war vessels. But such defects, assuming that they exist, are more
than counterbalanced by advantages which make it a final authority on
points that can never again be so fully considered. Many sources of
information which were then accessible no longer exist. The men who
shared in the scenes described, and who communicated information
directly to Cooper, have all passed away. These are losses that can
never be replaced, even were it reasonable to expect that the same
practical knowledge, the same judicial spirit, and the same power of
graphic description could be found united again in the same person.




CHAPTER XI.                                                        (p. 231)

1840-1850.


No man could go through the conflicts which Cooper had been carrying on
for so many years unharmed or unscarred. For the hostility entertained
and expressed toward him in England he cared but little. But though too
proud to parade his sufferings, the injustice done him in his own land
aroused in his heart an indignation which had in it, however, as much
pain as anger. He could not fail to see that he was in a false position,
that his motives were misunderstood where even they were not
deliberately misrepresented. The generation which had shared in his
early triumphs and had gloried in his early fame had largely passed
away. From some who survived he had been parted by a separation bitterer
than that of death. To the new generation that had come on he appeared
only as the captious and censorious critic of his country. His works
were read in every civilized country. To many men they had brought all
the little knowledge they possessed of America; to certain regions they
could almost be said to have first carried its name. But the land which
he loved with a passionate fervor seemed largely to have disowned him.
It would be vain to deny his sensitiveness to this hostility. Traces of
his secret feeling crop out unexpectedly in his later works. They reveal
phases of his character which would never be inferred from his acts;
they show the existence of sentiments which he would never have    (p. 232)
directly avowed. "There are men," says the hero of "Afloat and Ashore,"
"so strong in principle as well as in intellect, I do suppose, that they
can be content with the approbation of their own consciences, and who
can smile at the praise or censure of the world alike: but I confess to
a strong sympathy with the commendation of my fellow-creatures, and a
strong distaste for their disapprobation." Especially marked is the
reference to himself in the words he puts into the mouth of Columbus in
his "Mercedes of Castile." "Genoa," says the navigator, "hath proved but
a stern mother to me: and though nought could induce me to raise a hand
against her, she hath no longer any claim on my services.... One cannot
easily hate the land of his birth, but injustice may lead him to cease
to love it. The tie is mutual, and when the country ceases to protect
person, property, character, and rights, the subject is liberated from
all his duties."

It was the attacks connected with the controversy about the "Naval
History" that more than anything else embittered Cooper's feelings. He
had striven hard to write a full and trustworthy account of the
achievements of his country upon the sea. Because he had refused to
pervert what he deemed the truth to the gratification of private spite,
he had been assailed with a malignity that had hardly stopped short of
any species of misrepresentation. Rarely has devotion to the right met
with a worse return. The reward of untiring industry, of patriotic zeal,
and of conscientious examination of evidence, was little else than
calumny and abuse. He felt so keenly the treatment he had received that
he regretted having ever written the "Naval History" at all. In    (p. 233)
a published letter of the early part of 1843 he expressed himself on
the matter in words that come clearly from the depths of a wounded
spirit. "Were the manuscript of what has been printed," he wrote, "now
lying before me unpublished, I certainly should throw it into the fire
as an act of prudence to myself and of justice to my children." In his
triumphant reply to Burges, Duer, and Mackenzie, while he showed the
haughty disdain he felt for the popular clamor which had condemned him
without knowledge, he did not seek to hide the bitterness it had caused.
"This controversy," he said, "was not of my seeking; for years have I
rested under the imputations that these persons have brought against me,
and I now strike a blow in behalf of truth, not from any deference to a
public opinion that in my opinion has not honesty enough to feel much
interest in the exposure of duplicity and artifice, but that my children
may point to the facts with just pride that they had a father who dared
to stem popular prejudice in order to write truth."

It is in these last lines that Cooper unconsciously revealed the
strength which enabled him to go through this roar of hostile criticism
and calumny without having his whole nature soured. One great resource
he possessed, and its influence cannot be overestimated. In the closest
and dearest relations of life with which happiness is connected far more
intimately than with the most prosperous series of outward events, he
was supremely fortunate. In his own home his lot was favored beyond that
of most men. However violent the storm without, there he could always
find peace and trust and affection. The regard, indeed, felt for him by
the female members of his family, may justly be termed devotion.   (p. 234)
Towards all women he exhibited deference almost to the point of
chivalry. But in the case of those of his own household there was
mingled with it a tenderness which called forth in return that ardent
attachment which strong natures alone seem capable of inspiring. This
deference and tenderness were the more conspicuous by contrast with his
opinions. These would fill with wrath unspeakable the advocates of
women's rights. Nor was he at all particular about mincing their
expression. He sometimes gave utterance to them in the most extreme
form. He even made his sentiments more emphatic by putting them into the
mouths of his female characters. "There is," says the governess in "The
Red Rover," "no peace for our feeble sex but in submission; no happiness
but in obedience." In his last novel he denounced furiously the law that
gave to the wife control over her own property, and predicted, as a
consequence, all sorts of disasters to the family that have never come
to pass. All this was eminently characteristic. But like many strong men
tenacious of acknowledged superiority he was content with the mere
concession. That granted, he would yield to submission infinitely more
than recognized equality could have a right to expect or could hope to
gain. We may think what we please of his views about women; there can be
but one opinion as to his conduct towards them.

A characteristic instance of the wantonness with which Cooper's acts and
motives were deliberately misrepresented during this period occurred in
1841. In that year came out a work, which had, in its day, some little
notoriety, but has long ago passed to the limbo of forgotten things. It
was called "The Glory and Shame of England." The very title shows that
this production was maliciously calculated to make the British     (p. 235)
lion lash his tail with frenzy: and if we can trust its author, Mr. C.
Edwards Lester, it met with fierce opposition from British residents in
this country and their sympathizers. In an introductory letter addressed
to the Reverend J. T. Headley, he told the story of the experiences his
agents had undergone in securing subscriptions. In the course of it he
made the following allusion to Cooper. "Already," he wrote, "have
several educated and highly respectable young men engaged (with
unprecedented success) in procuring subscribers for this work been
rudely driven from the houses of Englishmen for crossing their threshold
with the prospectus. And I blush (but not for myself or my country) to
say that one of our celebrated authors, whose partiality for
Republicanism has been more than doubted, threatened to kick one of
these young men out of his house (castle) if he did not instantly leave
it; exclaiming, 'Why have you the impudence to hand me that prospectus?
I understand what the GLORY of England means; but as for the SHAME of
England, there is no such thing. The shame is all in that base
Democracy, which makes you presume to enter a gentleman's house to ask
him to subscribe for such a work.'"

This statement was widely copied in the newspapers. But the falsity of
the fabrication soon became too apparent for even the journals most
hostile to Cooper to endure. They made a vain effort to get from the
author a confirmation of his story: but though he did not venture to
repeat the lie manfully, he equivocated about it in a sneaking way. The
newspapers, feeling, perhaps, that it was undesirable to arm the book
agent with new terrors, credited at once the denial the story had
received, and took back all imputations based upon it,--a          (p. 236)
proceeding which ought to have shown Cooper that they were not so
utterly given over to the father of all evil as he fancied them. But the
author of this impudent falsehood never withdrew it, nor did the
publishers of the volume, in which it was contained, disavow it. The
extract given above is taken from an edition which bears the date of
1845.

It is plain that these calumnious attacks sprang largely from Cooper's
personal unpopularity. It is equally plain that his personal
unpopularity was mainly due to the censorious tone he had assumed in the
criticism of his country and his countrymen. It may accordingly be said
that, in one sense, he deserved all that he received. He had pursued a
certain line of conduct. He had no reason to complain that it had been
followed by the same results here that would have followed similar
conduct anywhere. In fact, while his censure of England had been far
lighter than that of America, the language used about him in the former
country had been far more vulgar and abusive than that used in the
latter. But there were facts in his career which his countrymen were
bound to bear in mind, but which, on the contrary, they strove hard to
forget, and sometimes to pervert. He had been the uncompromising
defender of his native land in places where it cost reputation and
regard to appear in that light. He was assailed largely by the men who
had toadied to a hostile feeling which he himself had confronted. His
criticism of America was sometimes just, sometimes unjust. It was in a
few instances as full of outrageous misrepresentation as any which he
had resented in others. Even when right, it was often wrongly delivered.
But in no case did it spring from indifference or dislike. The     (p. 237)
very loftiness of his aspirations for his country, the very vividness of
his conception of what he trusted she was to be, made him far more than
ordinarily sensitive to what she was, which fell short of his ideal.
Every indignity offered to her he felt as a personal blow; every stain
upon her honor as a personal disgrace. He had no fear as to the material
greatness of her future. What he could not bear was that the slightest
spot should soil the garments of her civilization. It was for her
character, her reputation, that he most cared. It is not necessary to
maintain that he was as wise as he was patriotic. Had he been in a
position where he wielded political power, his impulsive and fiery
temperament might very probably have made him an unsafe adviser. His
whole idea of foreign policy, as connected with war, may be summed up in
the statement that the nation should be as ready to resent a wrong done
to ourselves as to repair a wrong done to others. Nothing could be
better doctrine in theory. Unfortunately, the nation in all such cases
is itself both party and judge, and the question of right becomes, in
consequence, a hard one to decide as a matter of fact. Cooper's intense
convictions would therefore have been likely to have led the country
into war, had he had the control of events,--and war, too, at a time
when under the agencies of peace it was daily gathering strength to meet
a coming drain upon its resources in a conflict which but few were then
far-sighted enough to see would squander wealth as lavishly as it wasted
blood. Had it rested with him, it is quite clear that no Ashburton
treaty would have been signed. There is a striking passage printed to
this day in italics, which he puts into the mouth of Leather-Stocking in
the novel of "The Deerslayer." Its point is made specially         (p. 238)
prominent when it is remembered that this work was written while the
controversy was going on between Great Britain and the United States in
regard to the Northeastern boundary. "I can see no great difference,"
says Leather-Stocking, "atween givin' up territory afore a war, out of a
dread of war, or givin' it up after a war, because we can't help
it--onless it be that the last is most manful and honorable."

The features of Cooper's personal character, as well as his prejudices
and limitations, are always to be kept in mind because they explain much
that is defective in his art, and account for much of his unpopularity.
Some of them became unpleasantly conspicuous in the writings of his
later years. In 1840 he entered upon a new period of creative activity
which lasted until 1850. Between and including those years he brought
out seventeen works of fiction. Eleven of them were written during the
first half of this period ending with 1845, and even these did not
constitute the whole of what he then wrote. This fertility is made the
more remarkable by the fact that during this same time he was engaged in
the special controversy about the battle of Lake Erie, not to speak of
his standing quarrel with the press and his running fight of libel suits
in which he was not only plaintiff, but did the main work of the
prosecution.

It is possible that his unpopularity stirred him to unwonted exertion.
There is certainly no question that the years from 1840 to 1845
inclusive, are, as a whole, the supreme creative period of Cooper's
career. Its production does not dwarf his early achievement in vigor or
interest; but it does often show a far higher mastery of his art. Two of
the works then written mark the culmination of his powers. These   (p. 239)
were the Leather-Stocking tales called "The Pathfinder" and "The
Deerslayer." The former appeared on the 14th of March, 1840, the latter
on the 27th of August, 1841. They complete the circle of these stories;
for others which he contemplated writing he unfortunately never executed.
Still the series was a perfect one as it was left. The life of
Leather-Stocking was now a complete drama in five acts, beginning with
the first war-path in "The Deerslayer," followed by his career of
activity and of love in "The Last of the Mohicans" and "The Pathfinder,"
and his old age and death in "The Pioneers" and "The Prairie."

"The Pathfinder" and "The Deerslayer" stand at the head of Cooper's
novels as artistic creations. There are others of his works which
contain parts as perfect as are to be found in these, and scenes even
more thrilling. Not one can be compared with either of them as a
finished whole. For once, whether from greater care or happier
inspiration, Cooper discarded those features of his writings in which he
had either failed entirely, or achieved, at the most, slight success.
The leading characters belonged to the class which he drew best, so far
as he was a delineator of character at all. Here were no pasteboard
figures like Heywood in "The Last of the Mohicans," or Middleton in "The
Prairie." Here were no supernumeraries dragged in, in a vain effort to
amuse, as the singing-master in the former of these same stories, or the
naturalist in the latter. Humor, Cooper certainly had; but it is the
humor that gleams in fitful flashes from the men of earnest purposes and
serious lives, and gives a momentary relief to the sternness and
melancholy of their natures. The power of producing an entire      (p. 240)
humorous creation he had not at all, and almost the only thing that mars
the perfectness of "The Pathfinder" is the occasional effort to make one
out of Muir, the character designed to play the part of a villain. But
the defects in both these tales are comparatively slight. The plot in
each is simple, but it gives plenty of room for the display of those
qualities in which Cooper excelled. The scene of the one was laid on
Lake Ontario and its shores; the other, on the little lake near which he
had made his home; and the whole atmosphere of both is redolent of the
beauty and the wildness of nature.

These works were a revelation to the men who had begun to despair of
Cooper's ever accomplishing again anything worthy of his early renown.
They were pure works of art. No moral was everlastingly perking itself
in the reader's face, no labored lecture to prove what was self-evident
interrupted the progress of the story. There is scarcely an allusion to
any of the events which had checkered the novelist's career. References
to contemporary occurrences are so slight that they would pass unheeded
by any one whose attention had not been called beforehand to their
existence. These works showed what Cooper was capable of when he gave
full play to his powers, and did not fancy he was writing a novel when
he was indulging in lectures upon manners and customs. "It is beautiful,
it is grand," said Balzac to a friend, speaking of "The Pathfinder."
"Its interest is tremendous. He surely owed us this masterpiece after
the last two or three rhapsodies he has been giving us. You must read
it. I know no one in the world, save Walter Scott, who has risen to that
grandeur and serenity of colors." "Never," he said in another      (p. 241)
place, "did the art of writing tread closer upon the art of the pencil.
This is the school of study for literary landscape-painters." Cooper
himself, if contemporary reports are to be trusted, was at the time in
the habit of saying that the palm of merit in his writings lay between
this novel and "The Deerslayer." He certainly reckoned them the best of
the five stories which have the unity of a common interest by having the
same hero, and these five he put at the head of his performances. "If
anything from the pen of the writer of these romances," he said, toward
the close of his life, "is at all to outlive himself, it is
unquestionably the series of 'The Leather-Stocking Tales.' To say this
is not to predict a very lasting reputation for the series itself, but
simply to express the belief that it will outlast any or all of the
works from the same hand."

But at this time no work of his was treated fairly by the American
press. His name was rarely mentioned save in censure or derision. Both
"The Pathfinder" and "The Deerslayer" on their first appearance were
violently assailed. It is giving praise to a good deal of the
contemporary criticism passed upon them to call it merely feeble and
senseless. Much of it was marked by a malignity which fortunately was as
contemptible intellectually as it was morally. Still, neither this
hostile criticism nor Cooper's own personal unpopularity hindered the
success of the books. He says, to be sure, in the preface to the revised
edition of the Leather-Stocking tales which came out towards the end of
his life, that probably not one in ten of those who knew all about the
three earlier works of the series had any knowledge of the existence of
the two last. This assertion seems exaggerated. It certainly struck many
with surprise at the time it was made; for both "The Pathfinder"   (p. 242)
and "The Deerslayer" had met with a large sale.

Between the publication of these two novels appeared, on the 24th of
November, 1840, "Mercedes of Castile." The subject of this was the first
voyage of Columbus. It had several very obvious defects. It was marred
by that prolixity of introduction which was a fault that ran through the
majority of Cooper's tales. The reader meets with as many
discouragements and rebuffs and turnings aside in getting under way as
did the great navigator the story celebrates. There was, moreover, an
excess of that cheap moralizing, that dwelling upon commonplace truths,
which was another of Cooper's besetting sins. The only effect these
discourses have upon the reader is to make him feel that while virtue
may be a very good thing, it is an excessively tedious thing. As a
novel, "Mercedes of Castile" must be regarded as a failure. On the other
hand, as a story of the first voyage of Columbus, told with the special
knowledge of a seaman, the accuracy of an historian, and with something
of the fervor of a poet, it will always have a peculiar interest of its
own.

Two sea-stories followed "The Deerslayer." The first of these, entitled
"The Two Admirals," was published in April, 1842, and the second in
November of the same year. Cooper was at this time engaged in the
hottest of his fight with the American press and people. Publicly and
privately he was expressing his contempt for nearly everything and
everybody. He, in turn, was undergoing assaults from every quarter. It
is, therefore, a singular illustration of the love of country which
burned in him with an intense, even when hidden, flame, that in    (p. 243)
in the midst of his greatest unpopularity he was unwilling to desert his
own flag for that of the land to which he was forced to go for material.
Yet there was every inducement. He wished to do what had never before
been done in fiction. His aim was to describe the evolutions of fleets
instead of confining himself to the movements of single vessels. But no
American fleet had ever been assembled, no American admiral had ever
trod a quarter-deck. In order, therefore, to describe operations on a
grand scale he had to have recourse to the history of the
mother-country; but he purposely put the scene in "The Two Admirals" in
a period when the states were still colonies. This novel takes a very
high place among the sea-stories, so long as the action is confined to
the water. But it suffers greatly from the carelessness and the
incompleteness with which the details are worked out.

In "Wing-and-Wing," which followed it, the fortune of a French privateer
is told. The scene is laid in the Mediterranean, and the time is the end
of the last century. Though inferior in power to some of his other
sea-stories, it is far from being a poor novel; and it was, in fact, one
of the author's favorites. But its greatest interest is in the view it
gives of a tendency in Cooper's character which was constantly becoming
more pronounced. The Puritanic narrowness of the very deep and genuine
religious element in his nature was steadily increasing as time went on.
In "Precaution" it has been already observed that the doctrine had been
laid down by one of the characters that there should be no marriage
between Christians and non-Christians. In "Wing-and-Wing" this doctrine
was fully carried out. The heroine is a devout Roman Catholic. She loves
devotedly the hero, the captain of the French privateer. She       (p. 244)
trusts in his honor; she admires his abilities and character; she is
profoundly affected by the fervor of the affection he bears to herself.
But he is an infidel. He is too honest and honorable to pretend to
believe and think differently from what he really believes and thinks.
As she cannot convert him, she will not marry him: and in the end
succeeds indirectly, by her refusal, in bringing about his death. It
never seemed to occur to Cooper that the course of conduct he was
holding up as praiseworthy, in his novels, could have little other
effect in real life than to encourage hypocrisy where it did not produce
misery. The man who, for the sake of gaining a great prize, changes his
religious views is sure to have his sincerity distrusted by others. That
can be borne. But he is equally certain to feel distrust of himself. He
cannot have that perfect confidence in his own convictions, or even in
his own character, that would be the case had no considerations of
personal advantage influenced him in the slightest in the decision he
had made, or the conclusions to which he had come. Even he who believes
in this course of action as something to be quietly adopted might wisely
refuse to proclaim it loudly as a rule for the conduct of life.

The next important work that followed was "Wyandotte; or the Hutted
Knoll." It was published on the 5th of September, 1843. The story, as a
whole, was a tragic one. In spite of the fact that the events occur in
the place and time where some of the author's greatest successes had
been achieved, this novel is inferior to all his others that deal with
the same scenes. Certain manifestations of his feelings and certain
traits of character indicated, rather than expressed, in the tales
immediately preceding, were in this one distinctly revealed. His   (p. 245)
dislike of the newspapers and the critics has been so often referred
to that it needs hardly to be said that in all the writings of this
period these offenders were soundly castigated. Especially was this true
of the preface. It was there, if anywhere, that Cooper was apt to
concentrate all the ill-humor he felt--his wrath against the race and
his scorn of the individual. But the two feelings that henceforth became
conspicuously noticeable in nearly all his writings were his regard for
the Episcopal church and his dislike of New England. They manifest
themselves sometimes deliciously, sometimes disagreeably. In the midst
of a story remote as possible from the occurrences of modern life,
suddenly turn up remarks upon the apostolic origin of bishops, or the
desirability of written prayers, and the need of a liturgy. The
impropriety of their introduction, from a literary point of view, Cooper
never had sufficient delicacy of taste to feel. Less excusable were the
attacks he made upon those whose religious views differed from his own.
The insults he sometimes offered to possible readers were as needless as
they were brutal. In one of his later novels he mentioned "the rowdy
religion--half-cant, half-blasphemy, that Cromwell and his associates
entailed on so many Englishmen." There is little reason to doubt that
under proper conditions Cooper could easily have developed into a
sincere, narrow-minded, and ferocious bigot.[2]

                   [Footnote 2: Poe wrote a review of _Wyandotte_ which
                   appeared in _Graham's Magazine_ for November, 1843.
                   As notices of Cooper's novels then went, this may be
                   regarded as a favorable one, though in it the critic
                   took occasion to divide works of fiction into two
                   classes: one of a popular sort which anybody could
                   write, and the other of a kind intrinsically more
                   worthy and artistic, and capable of being produced
                   only by the few. At the head of the former class he
                   placed Cooper, but had the grace not to include his
                   own name in the latter class which he had created for
                   himself. The reader will be edified to learn from a
                   life of Poe, written by John H. Ingram (2 vols.,
                   London, 1880), that the writing of this review was an
                   act of heroic and even desperate hardihood. Poe, it
                   seems, had before valorously depreciated Halleck; but
                   his crowning act of courage is introduced with the
                   statement that "he dared all _published_ opinion, and
                   in the very teeth of Cooper's supreme popularity
                   ventured upon saying" the remarks which have already
                   been referred to, and which are quoted in full by the
                   biographer, to whom is also to be given the credit of
                   the italicized word in the foregoing quotation. No
                   small share of the common belief in regard to
                   Cooper's character and career is based upon
                   assertions about as trustworthy as this.]

Full as marked and even more persistent were his attacks upon      (p. 246)
New England. There was little specially characteristic of that portion
of the country with which he did not find fault. New England cooking of
the first class was inferior to that of the second class in the Middle
States. The New Yorker of humble life, not of Yankee descent, spoke the
language better than thousands of educated men in New England. This
dislike kept steadily increasing. As late as 1844, if he sent his heroes
to college at all, he sent them to Yale; after that year he transferred
them to Princeton. With all this there is constantly seen going on a
somewhat amusing struggle between his dislike and the thorough honesty
of his nature, which forced him to admit in the men of New England
certain characteristics of a high order. Their frugality, their
enterprise, their readiness of resource, he could not deny. Still, he
continued to imply that these qualities were used pretty generally for
selfish ends. In his later works, in consequence, his villains were very
apt to be New Englanders. They were not villains of a romantic type.
They were mean rather than vicious; crafty rather than bold; given to
degrading but at the same time cheap excesses. The first of these  (p. 247)
these special representatives of the New England character is the
powerful but somewhat unpleasant creation of Ithuel Bolt in
"Wing-and-Wing," who finds a fitting sequel to a life passed largely in
committing acts of doubtful morality in becoming a deacon in a
Congregational church. After him follows a succession of personages who
represent nearly every conceivable shade of craft, meanness, and
dishonesty that is consistent with the respect of the Puritan community
about them, and with a high position in the religious society of which
they form a part.

There was, it must be admitted, some justification for Cooper's feelings
towards New England on the score of retaliation. He had been criticised
from the beginning in that part of the country with a severity that
often approached virulence. He had been denied there the possession of
qualities which the rest of the world agreed in according him.
Cultivated society has always been afflicted with a class too
superlatively intellectual to enjoy what everybody else likes. Of these
unhappy beings New England has had the misfortune to have perhaps more
than her proper share. It was hardly in human nature that the
disparagement he received from these should not have influenced his
feelings towards the region which had given them birth and
consideration.

It is pleasant to turn aside from these scenes and sayings which show
the least amiable side of a nature essentially noble, and pass to one of
the little incidents that are strikingly characteristic of the man. On
board the Sterling, the merchantman on which Cooper's first voyage was
made, was a boy younger than himself. His name was Ned Myers. This
person had spent his life on the sea. He had belonged to seventy-two
crafts, exclusive of prison-ships, transports, and vessels in      (p. 248)
which he had merely made passages. According to his own calculation he
had been twenty-five years out of sight of land. After this long and
varied career he had finally landed in that asylum for worn-out
mariners, the "Sailors' Snug Harbor." From here, late in 1842, he wrote
to Cooper, asking him if he were the one with whom he had served in the
Sterling. Cooper, who never forgot a friend, sent him a reply,
beginning: "I am your old shipmate, Ned," and told him when and where he
could be found in New York. There in a few months they met after an
interval of thirty-seven years. Cooper took the battered old hulk of a
seaman up to Cooperstown in June, 1843, and entertained him for several
weeks. While the two were knocking about the lake, and the latter was
telling his adventures, it occurred to the former to put into print the
wandering life the sailor had led. Between them the work was done that
summer, and in November, 1843, "Ned Myers; or, Life before the Mast" was
published. This work has often been falsely spoken of as a novel. It is,
on the contrary, a truthful record, so far as dependence can be placed
upon the word or the memory of the narrator. "This is literally," said
Myers, "my own story, logged by an old shipmate."

In 1842 Cooper had entered into an engagement to write regularly for
"Graham's Magazine." This periodical, which had been formed not long
before by the union of two others, had rapidly risen to high reputation,
and claimed a circulation of thirty thousand copies. In the first four
numbers of 1843 Cooper published the shortest of his stories. It was
entitled "The Autobiography of a Pocket Handkerchief." For some reason
not easy to explain, this has never been included in the regular   (p. 249)
editions of his novels. In it he made in some measure another effort to
reproduce the social life of New York city. The previous failure was
repeated. An air of ridiculous unreality is given to this part of the
story in which the impossible talk of impossible people is paraded as a
genuine representation of what takes place in civilized society. The
autobiographical form which he had first adopted in this tale he
continued in the two series of "Afloat and Ashore." These appeared
respectively in June and in December, 1844. They are essentially one
novel, though the second part goes usually in this country under the
title of "Miles Wallingford," the name of its hero; and in Europe under
that of "Lucy Harding," the name of its heroine.

This work, the first part more particularly, is a delightful story of
adventure. As usual there are startling incidents, perilous situations,
and hairbreadth escapes enough to furnish sufficient materials for a
dozen ordinary fictions. Yet the probabilities are better preserved than
in many of Cooper's novels where the events are far fewer, as well as
far less striking. But it is interesting, not merely for the incidents
it contains, but for the revelation it makes of the man who wrote it.
Expressions of personal feeling and opinion turn up unexpectedly
everywhere, and make slight but constantly recurring eddies in the
stream of the story. Everything is to be found here which he had ever
discussed before. The inferiority of the bay of New York to that of
Naples; the miserable cooking and gross feeding of New England; the
absolute necessity of a liturgy in religious worship; the contempt he
felt for the misguided beings who presume to deny the existence of (p. 250)
bishops in the primitive church; his aversion to paper money; his
disdain for the shingle palaces of the Grecian temple school; his scorn
of the idea that one man is as good as another; these and scores of
similar utterances arrest constantly the reader's attention. But they do
not jar upon his feelings as in many other of his writings. They are
essentially different in tone. There runs through this series a vein of
ill-natured amiability or amiable ill-nature--it is hard to say which
phrase is more appropriate--which gives to the whole what
horticulturists call a delicate sub-acid flavor. The roar of contempt
found in previous writings subsided in these into a sort of prolonged
but subdued growl. But it is a case in which the reader feels that it is
eminently proper that the writer should growl. It is the old man of
sixty-five telling the tale of his early years. His preferences for the
past do not irritate us, they entertain us. It is right that the world
about him should seem meaner and more commonplace than it did in the
fever-fit of youth and love, when it was joy merely to live. The work,
moreover, has another characteristic that gives it a whimsical
attractiveness. It is a tale of the good old times when New York had
still some New York feeling left; when her old historic names still
carried weight and found universal respect, and her old families still
ruled society with a despotic sway; and especially before the whole
state had been overrun by the lank, angular, loose-jointed, slouching,
shrewd, money-worshiping sons of the Puritans, whose restless activity
had triumphed over the slow and steady respectability of the original
settlers. The scene of this story, so far as it is laid on land, is
mainly in the river counties; but in spite of that fact it is difficult
not to think that some recollections of the writer's own youth     (p. 251)
were not mingled in certain portions of it. Especially is it a hard task
not to fancy that in the heroine, Lucy Harding, he was drawing, in some
slight particulars at least, the picture of his own wife, and telling
the story of his early love.

The delineation of the New York life of the past which he had in some
measure accomplished in these volumes, he now continued more fully in
certain works which took up successive periods in the history of the
state. The idea of writing them was suggested by events that were taking
place at the time. The troubles which arose in certain counties of New
York after the death, in 1839, of Stephen Van Rensselaer, the patroon,
were now culminating in a series of acts of violence and bloodshed,
perpetrated usually by men disguised as Indians. The questions involved
had likewise become subjects of fierce political controversy. Cooper,
who saw in the conduct of the tenants and their supporters a dangerous
invasion of the rights of property, plunged into the discussion of the
matter with all the ardor of his fiery temperament. He worked himself
into the highest state of excitement over the proceedings. It was his
interest in this matter that led him to compose the three works which
are collectively called the Anti-rent novels. These purport to be the
successive records of the Littlepage family, and each is in the form of
an autobiography. They cover a period extending from the first half of
the eighteenth century down to the very year in which he was writing.

It was about this time that Cooper's reputation touched the lowest
point to which it has ever fallen, so far, at least, as it depends
upon the opinion of critics and of men of letters. He was now      (p. 252)
reaping the fruits of the various controversies in which he had been
engaged, and of all the hostility which he had succeeded in inspiring.
The two anti-rent novels which appeared in 1845 were "Satanstoe,"
published in June, and "The Chainbearer," published in November. They
may have had a large sale. But there is scarcely a review of the period
in which they are even mentioned. Even the newspapers contain merely the
barest reference to their existence. It is perhaps partly due to this
contemporary silence that these two stories are among the least known
and least read of Cooper's productions. Moreover, they are constantly
misjudged. The tone which pervades the concluding novel of the series is
taken as the tone which pervades the two which preceded it. This is an
injustice as well as a mistake. In no sense is "Satanstoe," in
particular, a political novel. There is no reference to anti-rentism in
it save in the preface. Its only connection with the subject is the
account it gives of the manner in which the great estates were
originally settled. On the other hand it is a picture of colonial life
and manners in New York during the middle of the eighteenth century,
such as can be found drawn nowhere else so truthfully and so vividly. It
takes rank among the very best of Cooper's stories. The characters are,
to a certain extent, the same as in "Afloat and Ashore;" the main
difference being, that in the one the events take place principally on
land, and in the other on water. Even those majestic first families,
whom he had celebrated before, loom up in these pages with renewed and
increasing grandeur. But the story is throughout told in a graphic and
spirited manner, and as it approaches the end and details the scenes
that follow Abercrombie's repulse at Lake George in 1758, it       (p. 253)
becomes intensely exciting. The villain of the tale is, of course, a New
Englander, in this instance a long, ungainly pedagogue from Danbury,
Connecticut. He does not, however, blossom out into the full perfection
of his rascality until he makes his appearance in "The Chainbearer," the
next novel of the series. This tale, though decidedly inferior to
"Satanstoe," contains passages of great interest. The description,
especially, of the squatter family and the life led by it, is one of
Cooper's most powerfully drawn pictures.

It has been the misfortune of this series that the member of it which
has attracted most attention is "The Redskins; or, Indian and Injin,"
which came out in July, 1846. This is one of three or four books which,
in a certain way, give one a high idea of Cooper's power in the fact
that his reputation has been able to survive them. If he had been
anxious to help the anti-renters and hurt the patroon, he could hardly
have done better than to write this book. As a story it has no merit.
The incidents told in it are absurd. It is full, moreover, of the
arguments that irritate but do not convince; and is liberally supplied,
in addition, with prophecies that have never been realized. Everything
that was disagreeable in Cooper's manner and bungling in his art, was
conspicuous in this work. His dislikes were not uttered pleasantly, as
in "Afloat and Ashore," but with an ill-nature that often bordered upon
ferocity. A tone of pretension ran through the whole, a constant
reference to what men think who had seen the world, with the implied
inference that those who disagreed with the author in opinion had not
seen the world. The feeling of the reader is, that if this extravagance
and over-statement be the result of travel, men had better stay    (p. 254)
at home. Nor did Cooper refrain from dragging in everything with which
he had found fault before. We are not even spared the everlasting
reference to the bays of New York and of Naples. The work is what he
himself would have called provincial in the worst sense of that word.
Even more than its spirit was its matter extraordinary for a work of
fiction. Part of it is little else than a controversial tract on the
superiority of Episcopacy; and the temper in which it is written could
hardly have been grateful to any but an opponent of that church.
"Satanstoe" is full of many of Cooper's likes and dislikes, but there
can be no greater contrast conceived than between the tone which
pervades that delightful creation, and the boisterous brawling of "The
Redskins".

With the publication of this series Cooper's career as a creator of
works of imagination practically closed. He wrote several novels
afterward, but not one of them did anything to advance his reputation.
Some of them tended to lower it. This was not due to failure of power,
but to its misdirection. The didactic element in his nature had now
gained complete mastery over the artistic. The interest, such as it is,
which belongs to his later stories, is rarely a literary interest. Not
one of them has the slightest pretension to be termed a work of art.
There are, at times, passages in them that thrill us, and scenes that
display something of his old skill in description. But these are
recollections rather than new creations. Cooper's fame would not have
been a whit lessened, if every line he wrote after "The Chainbearer" had
never seen the light.

The works that came out during the remaining years of his life     (p. 255)
were "The Crater," published October 12, 1847; "Jack Tier," published
March 21, 1848; "The Oak Openings," published August 24 of the same
year; "The Sea Lions," published April 10, 1849, and "The Ways of the
Hour," published April 10, 1850. Of these "Jack Tier" originally made
its appearance in "Graham's Magazine" during the years 1845-1847, under
the title of "The Islets of the Gulf," and strictly stands first in the
order of time. It shares with "The Crater" the distinction of being one
of the two best of these later stories. It may be fair to mention that
Bryant saw in it as much spirit, energy, invention, and life-like
presentation of objects and events as in anything the author ever wrote.
This will seem exaggerated praise when one reads it in connection with
"The Red Rover," of which it is in some respects a feeble reflection. It
was hard for Cooper to be uninteresting when once fairly launched upon
the waves. Without denying the existence in "Jack Tier" of passages of
marked power, no small share of it was merely a reproduction of what had
been done and better done before. The old woman who is constantly
misusing nautical terms is the most palpable imitation of the admiral's
widow in "The Red Rover." It is a cheap expedient at best, and must at
any time be used with extreme moderation. Above all, it is a device
which is abused the very moment it is repeated. As displayed in "Jack
Tier," it is simply unendurable. Cooper's silly people, in facts are apt
to be silly not only beyond human experience but almost beyond human
conception. The tragedy, moreover, with which this novel ends is
intended to be terrible, while as a matter of fact it is merely
grotesque and absurd. The tale reaches a sudden but necessary conclusion
because nearly all the characters are disposed of at once by       (p. 256)
drowning or killing. There is scarcely any one left to carry on the
action of the story.

"The Crater," which in one sense followed and in another preceded "Jack
Tier," has a very special interest to the student of Cooper's character.
He had now lived for so long a time a life remote from the real clash of
conflicting views that he had finally reached that satisfied state of
opinion which thinks the little circle in which it moves is the proper
orbit for the revolution of thought of the whole race. As he advanced in
years he narrowed instead of broadening. The intensity of his faith
coupled with his energy of expression makes this fact very conspicuous;
and in "The Crater" the reader is alternately attracted by the shrewd
and keen remarks of the writer, and repelled by his illiberality. The
novel tells the tale of a shipwrecked mariner cast away on a reef not
laid down in any chart and unknown to navigators. This barren spot he
makes bud and blossom as the rose. To the new Utopia he has created in
the bosom of the Pacific he brings a body of emigrants. Their
proceedings are entertainingly told. But the history of the decline of
the colony from its primitive state of happiness and perfection, which
is designed to furnish a warning, tends instead to fill the irreverent
with amusement. While under the control of its founder and governor, who
combined all the virtues, it is represented as enjoying peace and
prosperity. Demagogism had no control. The reign of gossip had not
begun. The great discovery had not been made that men were merely
incidents of newspapers. Care was taken that the children should not
imbibe any false principles, that is, any principles which the     (p. 257)
ruling powers thought false. The schools did not furnish much instruction,
but owing to this considerate watchfulness they were innocent if they
were inefficient. Still this ingenious arrangement for stopping the
progress of the human mind could not work forever. From the start there
was a dangerous element, though in this case the colonists had not come
from New England but from the Middle States. Very speedily that innate
depravity of the human heart which does not like to hear a clergyman
read prayers, which looks with suspicion upon a liturgy, began to
manifest itself. This, however, was kept under control until the arrival
of new colonists. This Eden was then invaded not by one serpent only,
but by several. Four of them were clergymen; one a Presbyterian, one a
Methodist, one a Baptist, and one a Quaker. This was too much for the
solitary Episcopalian who had previously been on the ground, and who is
represented as combining a weak physical constitution with a very strong
conception of his apostolic authority as a divine. It must be conceded
that for a population of about five hundred souls the supply of
spiritual teachers was ample. With them came also a lawyer and an
editor. The seeds of dissolution were at once sown. The colonists became
ungrateful, and began to inquire not only into the conduct of their
governor, but even into the title by which he held some of his lands. He
finally left the spot in disgust, and having first taken the precaution
to dispose of his property at a good price, returned to his native
country. A natural yearning to see the community he had established led
the discoverer to revisit, after a few months, the scene of his trials.
He sailed to the spot but he could not find it. A convulsion of nature
similar to that which had raised the reef above the level of the   (p. 258)
waves had sunk it again out of sight. Ungrateful colonists,
clergymen, editor, and lawyer, had all perished.

In June, 1847, Cooper made a trip to the West, and went as far as
Detroit. One result of this journey was the novel of "The Oak Openings;
or, the Bee-Hunter." This must be looked upon as a decided failure. The
desire to lecture his fellow-men on manners had now given place to a
desire to edify them; and he was no more successful in the one than he
had been in the other. In this instance the issue of the story depends
on the course of an Indian who is converted to Christianity by
witnessing the way in which a self-denying Methodist missionary meets
his death. The whole winding-up is unnatural, and the process of turning
the organizing chief of a great warlike confederacy into a Sunday-school
hero is only saved from being commonplace by being absurd. Far more
singular, however, was the central idea of "The Sea Lions," the story
that followed. This is certainly one of the most remarkable conceptions
that it ever entered into the mind of a novelist to create. It shows the
intense hold religious convictions were taking of Cooper's feelings, and
to what extremes of opinion they were carrying him. In "Wing-and-Wing"
the hero had been discarded because he was a thorough infidel. But
Cooper's sentiments had now moved a long distance beyond this
milk-and-water way of dealing with religious differences. In "The Sea
Lions" the hero merely denied the divinity of Christ, while he professed
to hold him in reverence as the purest and most exalted of men. But if
there was any one point on which the heroine was sound and likewise
inflexible, it was the doctrine of the Trinity. Whatever else she  (p. 259)
doubted, she was absolutely sure of the incarnation. She would not
unite herself with one who presumed to "set up his own feeble
understanding of the nature of the mediation between God and man in
opposition to the plainest language of revelation as well as to the
prevalent belief of the Church." In this case the hero is converted,
apparently by spending a winter in the Antarctic seas. An important
agent in effecting this change of belief is a common seaman who improves
every occasion to drop into the conversation going on, some unexpected
Trinitarian remark. When the master has almost against hope saved his
vessel, and in the thankfulness of his heart invokes blessing on the
name of God, Stimson is on hand at his elbow to add, "and that of his
only and _true_ Son." This novel is, indeed, a further but unneeded
proof of how little Cooper was able to project himself out of the circle
of his own feelings, or to aid any cause which he had near to his heart.
He had had much to say about New England cant. Yet in this work he can
find no words sufficiently strong to praise what he calls the zealous
freedom and Christian earnestness of one of the most offensive canters
that the whole range of fiction presents. It would be unjust to deny
that when in "The Sea Lions" Cooper abandons his metaphysics and turns
to his real business, that he creates a powerful story. One may almost
be said at times to feel the cold, the desolation, the darkness, and the
gloom of an Antarctic winter confronting and overshadowing the spirit.
But there can be little that is more tedious than the dry chaff of
theological discussion which is here threshed for us over and over
again. Believers in the Trinity had as little reason as believers in
Episcopacy to rejoice in Cooper's advocacy of their faith. There   (p. 260)
was nothing original in his views; there was nothing pointed or
forcible in his statement of them. He meant to inculcate a lesson, and
the only lesson that can possibly be drawn is the sufficiently absurd
one that dwellers in the chilly spiritual clime of Unitarianism can be
cured of their faith in that icy creed by being subjected to the horrors
of a polar winter. Far more clearly does the novel show the falling-off
in his artistic conceptions and the narrowing process his opinions were
undergoing. At the rate this latter was taking place it seems probable
that had he lived to write another novel on a theme similar to this, his
hero would have been compelled to abandon his belief in Presbyterianism,
Congregationalism, Methodism, or some other ism before he would be found
worthy of being joined in the marriage relation to his Episcopalian
bride.

The "Ways of the Hour" was the last work that Cooper published.
Everything he now wrote was written with a special object. The design of
this was to attack trial by jury; but he was not prevented by that fact
from discussing several other matters that were uppermost in his mind.
The incidents of the story utterly destroyed the effectiveness of the
lesson that it was intended to convey. It would be dignifying too much
many of the events related in it to say that they are improbabilities:
they are simply impossibilities. The "Ways of the Hour" was, however,
like the preceding novels, often full of suggestive remarks, on many
other points than trial by jury. It showed in numerous instances the
working of an acute, vigorous, and aggressive intellect. The good
qualities it has need not be denied: only they are not the good
qualities that belong to fiction.

The  pecuniary profits that his works brought him during this      (p. 261)
latter period of his life there are, perhaps, no means of ascertaining.
Much of the literary activity of his last years was due to necessity
rather than to inspiration. He had been concerned for a long time in
company with a number of men of business in a series of cotton
speculations, and in others connected with Western lands. In both cases
the ventures were unprofitable, and the desire of retrieving his losses
was one of the causes that led to this constant literary production.
There were other circumstances, too, besides his mere unpopularity that
had tended to reduce the amount gained from what he wrote. After 1838,
the income received from England naturally fell off, in consequence of
the change in the law of copyright. The act of Parliament passed in that
year provided that no foreign author outside of British dominions should
have copyright in those dominions unless the country to which he
belonged gave copyright to the English author. No fault can be found
with this legislation on the score of justice. The value of anything
produced by a citizen of the United States fell at once as a necessary
consequence of the want of protection against piracy. The British
publisher, not from any motive of mere personal gain, but from an
unselfish desire by retaliatory proceedings to bring about a better
state of things, went speedily to work to plunder the American author
who favored international copyright in order to show his disgust at the
conduct of the American publisher who opposed it. As a matter of fact
Cooper's novels were from that time published in Great Britain, in cheap
form, and sold at a cheap price. Such reprints could not but lower the
amount which could be offered for his work. Newspaper reports, the (p. 262)
correctness of which can neither be affirmed nor denied, frequently
mention that for the copyright of each of his earlier novels he was in
the habit of receiving a thousand guineas. We know positively that for
his later tales, as fast as they were written, Bentley, his London
publisher, usually paid him three hundred pounds each.

In America circumstances of another kind contributed to reduce the
profits from his works. Most of them were published at a price that
would have required an immense sale to make them remunerative at all. It
was about 1840 that two weekly newspapers in New York, "The New World,"
and "The Brother Jonathan," had begun the practice of reprinting in
their columns the writings of the most popular novelists which were then
coming out in England. As soon as these were finished they were brought
out in parts and sold at a small price. This piracy was so successful
that imitators sprang up everywhere. The large publishing houses were
soon obliged to follow in the wake of the newspaper establishments. The
reign of the so-called "cheap and nasty" literature began. The
productions of the greatest foreign novelists were sold for a song. The
native writer was subjected to a competition which forced him at once to
lower his price or to go unread. Beginning with "Wing-and-Wing," the
rate at which Cooper's works were published furnishes a striking
commentary upon the cheap professions of sympathy with letters current
in this country, indicates suggestively the inspiriting inducements held
out by the law-making power to enter upon the career of authorship, and
shows with disgraceful clearness how utterly the interests of the men
engaged in the creation of literature had been subordinated to the (p. 263)
greed of those who traded in it. The barest recital of the facts
makes evident the nature of the encouragement given. "Wing-and-Wing" was
published at twenty-five cents a volume. So were "Wyandotte," "The
Redskins," "The Crater," "Jack Tier," "The Oak Openings," and "The Sea
Lions." The four volumes of the series "Afloat and Ashore" were
published at thirty-seven and a half cents each; and at the same rate
"Satanstoe" came out, and also "Ned Myers." It was not till Cooper's
last work appeared that the price went up as high as a dollar and
twenty-five cents. This was in one volume; but it is to be kept in mind,
in considering these prices, that in America his novels regularly
appeared in two.

One further experiment Cooper made in a new field; and with it the
record of his literary life closes. In the year 1850 he tried the stage.
On the 18th of June a comedy written by him was brought out at Burton's
Theatre, New York. It was entitled, "Upside Down; or, Philosophy in
Petticoats." For the three nights following the 18th it was acted, and
was then withdrawn. It has never been played since, nor has it been
published.

All these years he spent his time mainly in his home at Cooperstown.
There, besides the pleasure he found in the improvement of the extensive
grounds about his house, he gave full vent to that latent passion for
wasting money in agricultural operations, which seems to be one of the
most widely-extended peculiarities of the English race. On the eastern
shore of the lake, about a mile from the village, he bought a farm of
about two hundred acres which he called the "Châlet." The view from it
was exceedingly beautiful, looking as it did down the Valley of    (p. 264)
the Susquehanna. The farm, too, had its picturesque and poetical
features; but unhappily it was little adapted to practical agriculture.
It stood on a hill-side, the abruptness of which was only occasionally
relieved by a few acres of level land. Much of it was still covered with
the original forest; and a good deal of the cleared land was full of
stumps. To superintend the removal of these latter was one of Cooper's
chief relaxations from mental labor. It is a desirable thing to do, but
it has never been found pecuniarily profitable in itself. To this place
Cooper daily drove in the summer season, and spent two or three hours
directing the operations that were going on, finding constantly new ways
to spend money, and doubtless pleasing himself occasionally with the
fancy that the farm would at some time pay expenses. And in the best
sense it did pay expenses. It gave regular diversion to his life; it
ministered constantly to his enjoyment of the beautiful in scenery; and
it occupied his thoughts with perpetual projects of improvement for
which its character furnished unlimited opportunities. He had bought it
for pleasure and not for profit; and in that it yielded him a full
return for the money invested.




CHAPTER XII.                                                       (p. 265)

1850-1851.


Cooper, at the time he published his last novel, was more than sixty
years of age; but as yet he showed no traces of physical or intellectual
decay. His literary activity remained unabated, though he was now
purposing to direct it to other fields than that of fiction. A decided
change was likewise taking place in the estimation in which he was held
by the public. He had not become popular, to be sure; but he had become
less unpopular. There was, moreover, a feeling pretty generally
prevalent that he had been hardly used; that in many respects he had
been a wronged and persecuted man. The ranks of those who had remained
faithful to him during all these years of obloquy were beginning to be
largely swelled from the newer generation which had neither part in, nor
knowledge of, the bitter controversies in which he had been concerned.
His friends were purposing to give a public dinner in his honor in order
to show their regard for him as a man, and their appreciation of the
credit his writings had brought to his country. Before this project
could be carried into effect, the illness had overtaken him which ended
in death.

On the other hand time had, in some respect, mollified his own feelings.
Many things had occurred to make him more gentle and forbearing. Much of
this was certainly due to the increasing strength of his           (p. 266)
religious convictions, which as has been noticed, steadily deepened
during his last years. It is clear from much that appears in his later
novels that these had, to some extent, been perverted from their
legitimate effect, and had made him at intervals illiberal and even
bitter. But they had brought calm to an excitable nature, and healing to
a spirit which had been sometimes sorely wounded. In 1851 he carried out
a plan long before determined upon. In March of that year he became a
communicant in the Episcopal church, and in the following July was
confirmed by his brother-in-law, Bishop DeLancey.

In the summer of 1850 he was in New York city. "At this time," says
Bryant, "his personal appearance was remarkable. He seemed in perfect
health, and in the highest energy and activity of his faculties. I have
scarcely seen any man at that period of life on whom his years sat more
lightly." But even then the disease which was to destroy him was lurking
in his system. In the beginning of April, 1851, he came again to New
York partly for medical advice, and his changed appearance struck all
his friends with surprise and sorrow. The digestive organs were
impaired, the liver was torpid, and a general feebleness had taken the
place of the vigor for which he had previously been distinguished.
He remained several weeks in the city and then returned to Cooperstown.
That place he never left again. The disease made rapid advances, and at
last became a confirmed dropsy. In the latter part of August his old and
intimate friend, Dr. Francis, of New York, went up to Cooper's country
home to make a full examination of his condition. He found him worse, if
anything, than he expected. There was, in fact, little hope of     (p. 267)
recovery. The physician told him frankly of the danger he was in, and of
the possibilities of restoration to health that still existed. Though
his own perception of his condition was too clear to make the
announcement a shock, it could not have been other than a
disappointment. He had many projects still unfulfilled. Plans of new
works were in his mind; and one of them on the "Towns of Manhattan,"
partly written, was at that very time in press. But he met the news as
bravely as he had the various troubles of his eventful life. After Dr.
Francis' departure the malady steadily increased, and it soon became
evident that expectation of recovery must be given up. During all these
days he was quiet and cheerful, and his last hours were full of peace
and hope. On Sunday, the 14th of September, 1851, at half-past one in
the afternoon, he died. Had he lived one day longer he would have been
sixty-two years old. In a little more than four months his wife followed
him to the grave. They lie side by side in the grounds of Christ's
Church at Cooperstown.

His property was found, at his death, to be much impaired in value.
Enough was left to insure the family a competency, but it became
necessary to give up the mansion where so many years of his life had
been passed. The dwelling went, accordingly, into other hands, and it
was not a long while after that it burned down. Part of the grounds have
since become public property, and that which is not so employed is
little better than a waste.

The death of men of letters did not excite at that time the attention
which interest or fashion pays to it now. Cooper's relations, too, with
many, had been of so strained a nature that it was hardly to be    (p. 268)
expected that his loss should arouse universal regret. Yet it was
felt on all hands that a great man had fallen. On the 25th of September,
a few days after his death, a meeting was held in the City Hall, New
York, with the intent to make a suitable demonstration of respect to his
memory. Washington Irving presided, and a committee of prominent men of
letters was appointed to carry into effect the measures for which the
gathering had been called. A discourse on the life, genius, and writings
of the dead author was fixed upon to be given by his intimate friend,
William Cullen Bryant. On the 25th of February, 1852, this address was
delivered at Metropolitan Hall before the most cultivated audience the
city could boast. With a singular ineptitude, not generally appreciated
at the time, Daniel Webster was selected to preside. He had nothing to
say, and he said it wretchedly. It was doubtful if he had ever read a
single work of the novelist. That, at least, is a natural inference from
his speech, which, furthermore, is little else than a collection of
dreary platitudes. It was after this fashion that he paid his respects
to the man whose memory they had come together to honor. "As far as I am
acquainted," he remarked, "with the writings of Mr. Cooper, they uphold
good sentiments, sustain good morals, and maintain just taste; and after
saying this I have next to add, that all his writings are truly
patriotic and American throughout and throughout." This did not even
reach the respectability of commonplace, and the commonplaces to which
Webster soared in other parts of his speech did not have the poor merit
of being sonorous. Still he looked so majestic and imposing that most of
his audience were profoundly impressed by the justness and value   (p. 269)
of his observations. Any failure, however, on his part in the matter of
what he said, was more than made up by the address delivered by Byrant.
It is not very long; it contains a few errors of fact, especially in the
dates; but it is not only the most eloquent tribute that has been paid
to the dead author, it has also remained during all these years the
fullest account of the life he lived, and the work he did.

       *       *       *       *       *

More than sixty years have gone by since Cooper began to write; more
than thirty since he ceased to live. If his reputation has not
advanced during the period that has passed since his death, it has
certainly not receded. Nor does it seem likely to undergo much change
in the future. The world has pretty well made up its mind as to the
value of his work. The estimate in which it is held will not be
materially raised or lowered by anything which criticism can now
utter. This will itself be criticised for being too obvious; for it
can do little but repeat, with variation of phrase, what has been
constantly said and often better said before. There is, however, now a
chance of its meeting with fairer consideration. The cloud of
depreciation which seems to settle upon the achievement of every man
of letters soon after death, it was Cooper's fortune to encounter
during life. This was partly due to the literary reaction which had
taken place against the form of fiction he adopted, but far more to
the personal animosities he aroused. We are now far enough removed
from the prejudices and passions of his time to take an impartial view
of the man, and to state, without bias for or against him, the
conclusions to which the world has very generally come as to his
merits and defects as a writer.

At the outset it is to be said that Cooper is one of the people's  (p. 270)
novelists as opposed to the novelists of highly-cultivated men. This
does not imply that he has not been, and is not still, a favorite with
many of the latter. The names of those, indeed, who have expressed
excessive admiration for his writings far surpass in reputation and even
critical ability those who have spoken of him depreciatingly. Still the
general statement is true that it is with the masses he has found favor
chiefly. The sale of his works has known no abatement since his death.
It goes on constantly to an extent that will surprise any one who has
not made an examination of this particular point. His tales continue to
be read or rather devoured by the uncultivated many. They are often
contemptuously criticised by the cultivated few, who sometimes affect to
look upon any admiration they may have once had for them as belonging
exclusively to the undisciplined taste of childhood.

This state of things may be thought decisive against the permanent
reputation of the novelist. The opinion of the cultivated few, it is
said, must prevail over that of the uncultivated many. True as this is
in certain cases, it is just as untrue in others. It is, in fact, often
absurdly false when the general reading public represents the
uncultivated many. On matters which come legitimately within the scope
of their judgment the verdict of the great mass of men is infinitely
more trustworthy than that of any small body of men, no matter how
cultivated. Of plenty of that narrow judgment of select circles which
mistakes the cackle of its little coterie for the voice of the world,
Cooper was made the subject, and sometimes the victim, during his
lifetime. There were any number of writers, now never heard of, who
were going to outlive him, according to literary prophecies then   (p. 271)
current, which had everything oracular in their utterance except
ambiguity. Especially is this true of the notices of his stories of the
sea. As I have turned over the pages of defunct criticism, I have come
across the names of several authors whose tales descriptive of ocean
life were, according to many contemporary estimates, immensely superior
to anything of the kind Cooper had produced or could produce. Some of
these writers enjoyed for a time high reputation. Most of them are now
as utterly forgotten as the men who celebrated their praises.

But however unfair as a whole may be the estimate of cultivated men in
any particular case, their adverse opinion is pretty certain to have a
foundation of justice in its details. This is unquestionably true in the
present instance. Characteristics there are of Cooper's writings which
would and do repel many. Defects exist both in manner and matter. Part
of the unfavorable judgment he has received is due to the prevalence of
minor faults, disagreeable rather than positively bad. These, in many
cases, sprang from the quantity of what he did and the rapidity with
which he did it. The amount that Cooper wrote is something that in
fairness must always be taken into consideration. He who has crowded
into a single volume the experience of a life must concede that he
stands at great advantage as regards matters of detail, and especially
as regards perfection of form, with him who has manifested incessant
literary activity in countless ways. It was the immense quantity that
Cooper wrote and the haste and inevitable carelessness which wait upon
great production, that are responsible for many of his minor faults.
Incongruities in the conception of his tales, as well as in their  (p. 272)
execution, often make their appearance. Singular blunders can be found
which escaped even his own notice in the final revision he gave his works.
In "Mercedes of Castile," for instance, the heroine presents her lover
on his outward passage with a cross framed of sapphire stones. These,
she tells him, are emblems of fidelity. When she comes to inquire about
them after his return she speaks of them as turquoise. Again, in "The
Deerslayer" three castles of a curious set of chessmen are given in one
part of the story to the Indians. Later on, two other castles of the
same set make their appearance. This is a singular mistake for Cooper to
overlook, for chess was a game of which he was very fond.

In the matter of language this rapidity and carelessness often
degenerated into downright slovenliness. It was bad enough to resort to
the same expedients and to repeat the same scenes. Still from this
charge few prolific novelists can be freed. But in Cooper there were
often words and phrases which he worked to death. In "The Wept of
Wish-ton-Wish" there is so perpetual a reference to the quiet way in
which the younger Heathcote talks and acts that it has finally anything
but a quieting effect upon the reader's feelings. In "The Headsman of
Berne," "warm" in the sense of "well-to-do," a disagreeable usage at
best, occurs again and again, until the feeling of disagreeableness it
inspires at first becomes at last positive disgust. This trick of
repetition reaches the climax of meaninglessness in "The Ways of the
Hour." During the trial scene the judge repeats on every pretext and as
a part of almost every speech, the sentence "time is precious;" and it
is about the only point on which he is represented as taking a clear and
decided stand.

There were other faults in the matter of language that to some     (p. 273)
will seem far worse. I confess to feeling little admiration for that
grammar-school training which consists in teaching the pupil how much
more he knows about our tongue than the great masters who have moulded
it; which practically sets up the claim that the only men who are able
to write English properly are the men who have never shown any capacity
to write it at all; and which seeks, in a feeble way, to cramp usage by
setting up distinctions that never existed, and laying down rules which
it requires uncommon ignorance of the language to make or to heed. Still
there are lengths to which the most strenuous stickler for freedom of
speech does not venture to go. There are prejudices in favor of the
exclusive legitimacy of certain constructions that he feels bound to
respect. He recognizes, as a general rule, for instance, that when the
subject is in the singular it is desirable that the verb should be in
the same number. For conventionalities of syntax of this kind Cooper was
very apt to exhibit disregard, not to say disdain. He too often passed
the bounds that divide liberty from license. It scarcely needs to be
asserted that in most of these cases the violation of idiom arose from
haste or carelessness. But there were some blunders which can only be
imputed to pure unadulterated ignorance. He occasionally used words in
senses unknown to past or present use. He sometimes employed grammatical
forms that belong to no period in the history of the English language. A
curious illustration of a word combining in itself both these errors is
_wists_, a verb, in the third person, singular. If this be anything it
should be _wist_, the preterite of _wot_, and should have accordingly
the meaning "knew." Cooper uses it in fact as a present with the   (p. 274)
sense of "wishes." Far worse than occasional errors in the use of words
are errors of construction. His sentences are sometimes involved in the
most hopeless way, and the efforts of grammar to untie the knot by any
means known to it serve only to make conspicuous its own helplessness.

All this is, in itself, of slight importance when set off against
positive merits. But it is constantly forced upon the reader's attention
by the fact that Cooper himself was exceedingly critical on points of
speech. He was perpetually going out of his way to impart bits of
information about words and their uses, and it is rare that he blunders
into correct statement or right inference. He often, indeed, in these
matters carried ignorance of what he was talking about, and confidence
in his own knowledge of it to the extremest verge of the possible. He
sometimes mistook dialectic or antiquated English for classical, and
laboriously corrected the latter by putting the former in parentheses by
its side. In orthography and pronunciation he had never got beyond that
puerile conception which fancies it a most creditable feature in a word
that its sound shall not be suggested by anything in its spelling. In
the case of proper names this was more than creditable; it was
aristocratic. So in "The Crater" great care is taken to tell us that the
hero's name, though written Woolston, was pronounced Wooster; and that
he so continued to sound it in spite of a miserable Yankee pedagogue who
tried hard to persuade him to follow the spelling. So, again, in "The
Ways of the Hour" we are sedulously informed that Wilmeter is to be
pronounced Wilmington. But absurdities like these belonged not so much
to Cooper as to the good old times of gentlemanly ignorance in     (p. 275)
which he lived. In his etymological vagaries, however, he sometimes left
his age far behind. In "The Oak Openings" he enters upon the discussion
of the word "shanty." He finds the best explanation of its origin is to
suppose it a corruption of _chiènté_, a word which he again supposed
might exist in Canadian French, and provided it existed there, he
further supposed that in that dialect it might mean "dog-kennel." The
student of language, much hardened to this sort of work on the part of
men of letters, can read with resignation "this plausible derivation,"
as it is styled. Cooper, however, not content with the simple glory of
originating it, actually uses throughout the whole work _chiènté_
instead of "shanty." This rivals, if it does not outdo, the linguistic
excesses of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.

There are imperfections far more serious than these mistakes in
language. He rarely attained to beauty of style. The rapidity with which
he wrote forbids the idea that he ever strove earnestly for it. Even the
essential but minor grace of clearness is sometimes denied him. He had
not, in truth, the instincts of the born literary artist. Satisfied with
producing the main effect, he was apt to be careless in the consistent
working out of details. Plot, in any genuine sense of the word "plot,"
is to be found in very few of his stories. He seems rarely to have
planned all the events beforehand; or, if he did, anything was likely to
divert him from his original intention. The incidents often appear to
have been suggested as the tale was in process of composition. Hence the
constant presence of incongruities with the frequent result of bringing
about a bungling and incomplete development. The introduction of certain
characters is sometimes so heralded as to lead us to expect from   (p. 276)
them far more than they actually perform. Thus, in "The Two Admirals,"
Mr. Thomas Wychecombe is brought in with a fullness of description that
justifies the reader in entertaining a rational expectation of finding
in him a satisfactory scoundrel, capable, desperate, full of resources,
needing the highest display of energy and ability to be overcome. This
reasonable anticipation is disappointed. At the very moment when
respectable determined villainy is in request, he fades away into a
poltroon of the most insignificant type who is not able to hold his own
against an ordinary house-steward.

The prolixity of Cooper's introductions is a fault so obvious to every
one that it needs here reference merely and not discussion. A similar
remark may be made as to his moralizing, which was apt to be cheap and
commonplace. He was much disposed to waste his own time and to exhaust
the patience of his reader by establishing with great fullness of
demonstration and great positiveness of assertion the truth of
principles which most of the human race are humbly content to regard as
axioms. A greater because even a more constantly recurring fault is the
gross improbability to be found in the details of his stories. There is
too much fiction in his fiction. We are continually exasperated by the
inadequacy of the motive assigned; we are irritated by the unnatural if
not ridiculous conduct of the characters. These are perpetually doing
unreasonable things, or doing reasonable things at unsuitable times.
They take the very path that must lead them into the danger they are
seeking to shun. They engage in making love when they ought to be flying
for their lives. His heroes, in particular, exhibit a capacity for going
to sleep in critical situations, which may not transcend           (p. 277)
extraordinary human experience, but does ordinary human belief. Nor is
improbability always confined to details. It pervades sometimes the
central idea of the story. In "The Bravo," for instance, the hero is the
most pious of sons, the most faithful of friends, the most devoted of
lovers. The part he has to play in the tale is to appear to be a
cutthroat of the worst type, without doing a single thing to merit his
reputation. It is asking too much of human credulity to believe that a
really good man could long sustain the character of a remorseless
desperado by merely making faces. This improbability, moreover, is most
marked in the tales which are designed to teach a lesson. A double
disadvantage is the result. The story is spoiled for the sake of the
moral; and the moral is lost by the grossly improbable nature of the
story. In the last novel Cooper wrote this is strikingly seen. He who
can credit the possibility of the events occurring that are told in "The
Ways of the Hour" must give up at the same time his belief in the maxim
that truth is stranger than fiction.

It has now become a conventional criticism of Cooper that his characters
are conventional. Such a charge can be admitted without seriously
disparaging the value of his work. In the kind of fiction to which his
writings belong, the persons are necessarily so subordinate to the
events that nearly all novelists of this class have been subjected to
this same criticism. So regularly is it made, indeed, that Scott when he
wrote a review of some of his own tales for the "Quarterly" felt obliged
to adopt it in speaking of himself. He describes his heroes as amiable,
insipid young men, the sort of pattern people that nobody cares a
farthing about. Untrue as this is of many of Scott's creations,    (p. 278)
it is unquestionably true of the higher characters that Cooper
introduces. They are often described in the most laudatory terms; but it
is little they do that makes them worthy of the epithets with which they
are honored. Their talk is often of a kind not known to human society.
One peculiarity is especially noticeable. A stiffness, not to say an
appearance of affectation is often given to the conversation by the use
of _thou_ and _thee_. This was probably a survival in Cooper of the
Quakerism of his ancestors; for he sometimes used it in his private
letters. But since the action of his stories was in nearly all cases
laid in a period in which the second person singular had become obsolete
in ordinary speech, an unnatural character is given to the dialogue,
which removes it still farther from the language of real life.

His failure in characterization was undoubtedly greatest in the women he
drew. Cooper's ardent admirers have always resented this charge. Each
one of them points to some single heroine that fulfills the highest
requirements that criticism could demand. It seems to me that close
study of his writings must confirm the opinion generally entertained.
All his utterances show that the theoretical view he had of the rights,
the duties, and the abilities of women, were of the most narrow and
conventional type. Unhappily it was a limitation of his nature that he
could not invest with charm characters with whom he was not in moral and
intellectual sympathy. There was, in his eyes, but one praiseworthy type
of womanly excellence. It did not lie in his power to represent any
other; on one occasion he unconsciously satirized his inability even to
conceive of any other. In "Mercedes of Castile" the heroine is     (p. 279)
thus described by her aunt: "Her very nature," she says, "is made up of
religion and female decorum." It is evident that the author fancied that
in this commendation he was exhausting praise. These are the sentiments
of a man with whom devoutness and deportment have become the culminating
conception of the possibilities that lie in the female character. His
heroines naturally conformed to his belief. They are usually spoken of
as spotless beings. They are made up of retiring sweetness, artlessness,
and simplicity. They are timid, shrinking, helpless. They shudder with
terror on any decent pretext. But if they fail in higher qualities, they
embody in themselves all conceivable combinations of the proprieties and
minor morals. They always give utterance to the most unexceptionable
sentiments. They always do the extremely correct thing. The dead
perfection of their virtues has not the alloy of a single redeeming
fault. The reader naturally wearies of these uninterestingly discreet
and admirable creatures in fiction as he would in real life. He feels
that they would be a good deal more attractive if they were a good deal
less angelic. With all their faultlessness, moreover, they do not attain
an ideal which is constantly realized by their living, but faulty sisters.
They do not show the faith, the devotion, the self-forgetfulness, and
self-sacrifice which women exhibit daily without being conscious that
they have done anything especially creditable. They experience, so far
as their own words and acts furnish evidence of their feelings, a sort
of lukewarm emotion which they dignify with the name of love. But they
not merely suspect without the slightest provocation, they give up the
men to whom they have pledged the devotion of their lives, for reasons
for which no one would think of abandoning an ordinary             (p. 280)
acquaintance. In "The Spy" the heroine distrusts her lover's integrity
because another woman does not conceal her fondness for him. In "The
Heidenmauer" one of the female characters resigns the man she loves
because on one occasion, when heated by wine and maddened by passion, he
had done violence to the sacred elements. There was never a woman in
real life, whose heart and brain were sound, that conformed her conduct
to a model so contemptible. It is just to say of Cooper that as he
advanced in years he improved upon this feeble conception. The female
characters of his earlier tales are never able to do anything
successfully but to faint. In his later ones they are given more
strength of mind as well as nobility of character. But at best, the
height they reach is little loftier than that of the pattern woman of
the regular religious novel. The reader cannot help picturing for all of
them the same dreary and rather inane future. He is as sure, as if their
career had been actually unrolled before his eyes, of the part they will
perform in life. They will all become leading members of Dorcas
societies; they will find perpetual delight in carrying to the poor
bundles of tracts and packages of tea; they will scour the highways and
by-ways for dirty, ragged, hatless, shoeless, and godless children, whom
they will hale into the Sunday-school; they will shine with unsurpassed
skill in the manufacture of slippers for the rector; they will exhibit a
fiery enthusiasm in the decoration and adornment of the church at
Christmas and Easter festivals. Far be the thought that would deny
praise to the mild raptures and delicate aspirations of gentle natures
such as Cooper drew. But in novels, at least, one longs for a      (p. 281)
ruddier life than flows in the veins of these pale, bleached-out
personifications of the proprieties. Women like them may be far more
useful members of society than the stormier characters of fiction that
are dear to the carnal-minded. They may very possibly be far more
agreeable to live with; but they are not usually the women for whom men
are willing or anxious to die.

These are imperfections that have led to the undue depreciation of
Cooper among many highly cultivated men. Taken by themselves they might
seem enough to ruin his reputation beyond redemption. It is a proof of
his real greatness that he triumphs over defects which would utterly
destroy the fame of a writer of inferior power. It is with novels as
with men. There are those with great faults which please us and impress
us far more than those in which the component parts are better balanced.
Whatever its other demerits, Cooper's best work never sins against the
first law of fictitious composition, that the story shall be full of
sustained interest. It has power, and power always fascinates, even
though accompanied with much that would naturally excite repulsion or
dislike. Moreover, poorly as he sometimes told his story, he had a story
to tell. The permanence and universality of his reputation are largely
due to this fact. In many modern creations full of subtle charm and
beauty, the narrative, the material framework of the fiction, has been
made so subordinate to the delineation of character and motive, that the
reader ceases to feel much interest in what men do in the study which is
furnished him of why they do it. In this highly-rarefied air of
philosophic analysis, incident and event wither and die. Work of this
kind is apt to have within its sphere an unbounded popularity; but its
sphere is limited, and can never include a tithe of that vast      (p. 282)
public for which Cooper wrote and which has always cherished and kept
alive his memory, while that of men of perhaps far finer mould has quite
faded away.

It is only fair, also, to judge him by his successes and not by his
failures; by the work he did best, and not by what he did moderately
well. His strength lies in the description of scenes, in the narration
of events. In the best of these he has had no superior, and very few
equals. The reader will look in vain for the revelation of sentiment, or
for the exhibition of passion. The love-story is rarely well done; but
the love-story plays a subordinate part in the composition. The moment
his imagination is set on fire with the conception of adventure,
vividness and power come unbidden to his pen. The pictures he then draws
are as real to the mind as if they were actually seen by the eye. It is
doubtless due to the fact that these fits of inspiration came to him
only in certain kinds of composition, that the excellence of many of his
stories lies largely in detached scenes. Still his best works are a
moving panorama, in which the mind is no sooner sated with one picture
than its place is taken by another equally fitted to fix the attention
and to stir the heart. The genuineness of his power, in such cases, is
shown by the perfect simplicity of the agencies employed. There is no
pomp of words; there is an entire lack of even the attempt at
meretricious adornment; there is not the slightest appearance of effort
to impress the reader. In his portrayal of these scenes Cooper is like
nature, in that lie accomplishes his greatest effects with the fewest
means. If, as we are sometimes told, these things are easily done, the
pertinent question always remains, why are they not done.

Moreover, while in his higher characters he has almost             (p. 283)
absolutely failed, he has succeeded in drawing a whole group of
strongly-marked lower ones. Birch, in "The Spy," Long Tom Coffin and
Boltrope in "The Pilot," the squatter in "The Prairie," Cap in "The
Pathfinder," and several others there are, any one of which would be
enough of itself to furnish a respectable reputation to many a novelist
who fancies himself far superior to Cooper as a delineator of character.
He had neither the skill nor power to draw the varied figures with which
Scott, with all the reckless prodigality of genius, crowded his canvas.
Yet in the gorgeous gallery of the great master of romantic fiction,
alive with men and women of every rank in life and of every variety of
nature, there is, perhaps, no one person who so profoundly impresses the
imagination as Cooper's crowning creation, the man of the forests. It is
not that Scott could not have done what his follower did, had he so
chosen; only that as a matter of fact he did not. Leather-Stocking is
one of the few original characters, perhaps the only great original
character, that American fiction has added to the literature of the
world.

The more uniform excellence of Cooper, however, lies in the pictures he
gives of the life of nature. Forest, ocean, and stream are the things
for which he really cares; and men and women are the accessories,
inconvenient and often uncomfortable, that must be endured. Of the
former he speaks with a loving particularity that lets nothing escape
the attention. Yet minute as are often his descriptions, he did not fall
into that too easily besetting sin of the novelist, of overloading his
picture with details. To advance the greater he sacrificed the less.
Cooper looked at nature with the eye of a painter and not of a     (p. 284)
photographer. He fills the imagination even more than he does the sight.
Hence the permanence of the impression which he leaves upon the mind.
His descriptions, too, produce a greater effect at the time and cling
longer to the memory because they fall naturally into the narrative, and
form a real part in the development of the story; they are not merely
dragged in to let the reader know what the writer can do. "If Cooper,"
said Balzac, "had succeeded in the painting of character to the same
extent that he did in the painting of the phenomena of nature, he would
have uttered the last word of our art." This author I have quoted
several times, because far better even than George Sand, or indeed any
who have criticised the American novelist, he seems to me to have seen
clearly wherein the latter succeeded and wherein he failed.

To this it is just to add one word which Cooper himself would have
regarded as the highest tribute that could be paid to what he did.
Whatever else we may say of his writings, their influence is always a
healthy influence. Narrow and prejudiced he sometimes was in his
opinions; but he hated whatever was mean and low in character. It is
with beautiful things and with noble things that he teaches us to
sympathize. Here are no incitements to passion, no prurient suggestions
of sensual delights. The air which breathes through all his fictions is
as pure as that which sweeps the streets of his mountain home. It is as
healthy as nature itself. To read one of his best works after many of
the novels of the day, is like passing from the heated and stifling
atmosphere of crowded rooms to the purity, the freedom, and the
boundlessness of the forest.

In these foregoing pages I have attempted to portray an author     (p. 285)
who was something more than an author, who in any community would have
been a marked man had he never written a word. I have not sought to hide
his foibles and his faults, his intolerance and his dogmatism, the
irascibility of his temperament, the pugnacity of his nature, the
illiberality and injustice of many of his opinions, the unreasonableness
as well as the imprudence of the course he often pursued. To his friends
and admirers these points will seem to have been insisted upon too
strongly. Their feelings may, to a certain extent, be just. Cooper is,
indeed, a striking instance of how much more a man loses in the
estimation of the world by the exhibition of foibles, than he will by
that of vices. In this work one side of the life he lived--the side he
presented to the public--is the only one that, owing to circumstances,
could be depicted. It does not present the most attractive features of
his character. That exclusiveness of temperament which made him
misjudged by the many, endeared him only the more to the few who were in
a position to see how different he was from what he seemed. In nothing
is the essential sweetness of Cooper's nature more clearly shown than in
the intense affection he inspired in the immediate circle which
surrounded him or that was dependent upon him. He could not fail to feel
keenly at times how utterly his character and motives were
misapprehended and belied. "As for myself," says the hero of "Miles
Wallingford," "I can safely say that in scarce a circumstance of my
life, that has brought me the least under the cognizance of the public,
have I ever been judged justly. In various instances have I been praised
for acts that were either totally without any merit, or at least the
particular merit imputed to them; while I have been even           (p. 286)
persecuted for deeds that deserved praise."

His faults, in fact, were faults of temper rather than of character.
Like the defects of his writings, too, they lay upon the surface, and
were seen and read of all men. But granting everything that can be urged
against him, impartial consideration must award him an ample excess of
the higher virtues. His failings were the failings of a man who
possessed in the fullest measure vigor of mind, intensity of conviction,
and capability of passion. Disagree with him one could hardly help; one
could never fail to respect him. Many of the common charges against him
are due to pure ignorance. Of these, perhaps, the most common and the
most absolutely baseless is the one which imputes to him excessive
literary vanity. Pride, even up to the point of arrogance, he had; but
even this was only in a small degree connected with his reputation as an
author. In the nearly one hundred volumes he wrote, not a single line
can be found which implies that he had an undue opinion of his own
powers. On the contrary, there are many that would lead to the
conclusion that his appreciation of himself and of his achievement was
far lower than even the coldest estimate would form. The prevalent
misconception on this point was in part due to his excessive
sensitiveness to criticism and his resentment of it when hostile. It was
partly due, also, to a certain outspokenness of nature which led him to
talk of himself as freely as he would talk of a stranger. But his whole
conduct showed the falseness of any such impression. From all the petty
tricks to which literary vanity resorts, he was absolutely free. He
utterly disdained anything that savored of manoeuvring for reputation.
He indulged in no devices to revive the decaying attention of the  (p. 287)
public. He sought no favors from those who were in a position to confer
the notoriety which so many mistake for fame. He went, in fact, to the
other extreme, and refused an aid that he might with perfect propriety
have received. In the early period of his literary career he wrote a
good deal for the "New York Patriot," a newspaper edited by his intimate
friend, Colonel Gardiner. He objected to the publication in it of a
favorable notice, which had been prepared of "The Pioneers," because by
the fact of being an occasional contributor he was indirectly connected
with the journal. Accordingly the criticism was not inserted. It would
not have been possible for him to offer to review his own works, as
Scott both offered to do and did of the "Tales of My Landlord," in the
"Quarterly." Nor would he have acceded to a request to furnish a review
of any production of his own, as Irving did, in the same periodical, of
his "Conquest of Granada." No publisher who knew him, even slightly,
would have ventured to make him a proposition of the kind. I am
expressing no opinion as to the propriety of these particular acts; only
that Cooper, constituted as he was, could not for a moment have
entertained the thought of doing them.

The fearlessness and the truthfulness of his nature are conspicuous in
almost every incident of his career. He fought for a principle as
desperately as other men fight for life. The storm of detraction through
which he went never once shook the almost haughty independence of his
conduct, or swerved him in the slightest from the course he had chosen.
The only thing to which he unquestioningly submitted was the truth. His
loyalty to that was of a kind almost Quixotic. He was in later     (p. 288)
years dissatisfied with himself, because, in his novel of "The Pilot,"
he had put the character of Paul Jones too high. He thought that the
hero had been credited in that work with loftier motives than those by
which he was actually animated. Feelings such as these formed the
groundwork of his character, and made him intolerant of the devious ways
of many who were satisfied with conforming to a lower code of morality.
There was a royalty in his nature that disdained even the semblance of
deceit. With other authors one feels that the man is inferior to his
work. With him it is the very reverse. High qualities, such as these, so
different from the easy-going virtues of common men, are more than an
offset to infirmities of temper, to unfairness of judgment, or to
unwisdom of conduct. His life was the best answer to many of the charges
brought against his country and his countrymen; for whatever he may have
fancied, the hostility he encountered was due far less to the matter of
his criticisms than to their manner. Against the common cant, that in
republican governments the tyranny of public sentiment will always bring
conduct to the same monotonous level, and opinion to the same
subservient uniformity, Democracy can point to this dauntless son who
never flinched from any course because it brought odium, who never
flattered popular prejudices, and who never truckled to a popular cry.
America has had among her representatives of the irritable race of
writers many who have shown far more ability to get on pleasantly with
their fellows than Cooper. She has had several gifted with higher
spiritual insight than he, with broader and juster views of life,  (p. 289)
with finer ideals of literary art, and, above all, with far greater
delicacy of taste. But she counts on the scanty roll of her men of
letters the name of no one who acted from purer patriotism or loftier
principle. She finds among them all no manlier nature, and no more
heroic soul.




APPENDIX.                                                          (p. 290)

PARTIAL BIBLIOGRAPHY OF COOPER'S WRITINGS.


The following list embraces the first editions of Cooper's works;
articles contributed to magazines; and two or three of the most
important communications sent to the newspapers. The titles of his
works, as published in England, were sometimes different from the titles
used in the United States; and whenever this is the case the former are
subjoined. It is also to be remarked that Cooper's works were sometimes
published earlier in Europe than they were in America; but the dates
given in this biography belong exclusively to the publication of his
works in this country. With the exception of No. 45 and of No. 67, all
his tales were originally published in two volumes in America; with the
exception of No. 45 they were originally published in three volumes in
England. First editions of many of his novels are now rarely to be found
in libraries; and the titles given have in several cases, in
consequence, been taken from contemporary book notices and not from
personal examination. The titles are given in the order of publication
of the writings.

 1. Precaution; a Novel. 2 vols. New York: A. T. Goodrich & Co., 1820.

      The English edition appeared in March, 1821.


 2. The Spy; a Tale of the Neutral Ground. By the Author of Precaution.
    2 vols. New York: Wiley & Halsted, 1821.

      The English edition appeared in March, 1822.


 3. The Pioneers; or the Sources of the Susquehanna. A Descriptive (p. 291)
    Tale. By the Author of Precaution. 2 vols. New York: Charles Wiley,
    1823.

      The English edition appeared in March, 1823.


 4. The Pilot; A Tale of the Sea. By the Author of The Pioneers, etc.
    2 vols. New York: Charles Wiley, 1823.

      The first edition bears the imprint of 1823, but was not actually
      published until early in January, 1824.


 5. Lionel Lincoln; or the Leaguer of Boston. By the Author of The
    Pioneers, Pilot, etc. 2 vols. New York: Charles Wiley, 1825.


 6. The Last of the Mohicans. A Narrative of 1757. By the Author of
    The Pioneers. 2 vols. Philadelphia: H. C. Carey & I. Lea, 1826.


 7. The Prairie; a Tale. By the Author of The Pioneers and The Last of
    the Mohicans. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Carey, 1827.


 8. The Red Rover; a Tale. By the Author of The Pilot, etc., etc.
    2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Carey, 1828.


 9. Notions of the Americans; Picked up by a Travelling Bachelor.
    2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Carey, 1828.


10. The Wept of Wish-ton-Wish; a Tale. By the Author of The Pioneers,
    Prairie, etc., etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Carey, 1829.

      In England this was published under the title of "The Borderers;
      or the Wept of Wish-ton-Wish." It has also been published with the
      title of "The Heathcotes."


11. The Water-Witch; or the Skimmer of the Seas. A Tale. By the Author
    of The Pilot, Red Rover, etc., etc., etc. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Carey & Lea, 1830.


12. The Bravo; a Tale. By the Author of The Spy, The Red Rover, The
    Water Witch, etc., etc., etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey & Lea, 1831.


13. Letter of J. Fenimore Cooper to Gen. Lafayette on the Expenditure
    of the United States of America. 50 pp.                        (p. 292)
    Paris: Baudry's Foreign Library, 1831.


14. The Heidenmauer; or the Benedictines. A Legend of the Rhine.
    By the Author of The Prairie, Red Rover, Bravo, etc., etc. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Carey & Lea, 1832.


15. Letter to the American Public.

      Dated Vevay, Canton de Vaud, Oct. 1, 1832; first published in
      Philadelphia National Gazette, Dec. 6. The subject is the
      Expenses' Controversy. It occupies about two columns.


16. The Headsman; or the Abbaye des Vignerons. A Tale. By the Author of
    The Bravo, etc., etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Blanchard,
    1833.


17. A Letter to His Countrymen. By J. Fenimore-Cooper. 116 pp.
    New York: John Wiley, 1834.


18. The Monikins; edited by the Author of The Spy. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1835.


19. Comparative Resources of the American Navy.

      In Naval Magazine, vol. i, No. 1, January, 1836, pp. 19-33.


20. Hints on Manning the Navy, etc., etc.

      In Naval Magazine, vol. i., No. 2, March, 1836, pp. 176-191.
      This was published the following May in pamphlet form by the
      "Committee of Publication for the Naval Magazine."


21. Sketches of Switzerland. By an American. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1836.

      The English title was "Excursions in Switzerland."


22. Sketches of Switzerland. By an American. Part Second. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1836.

      The English title was "A Residence in France; with an Excursion up
      the Rhine, and a Second Visit to Switzerland."

23. Gleanings in Europe. By an American. 2 vols. Philadelphia:
    Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1837.

      This work is devoted to France. Its English title is         (p. 293)
      "Recollections of Europe."


24. Gleanings in Europe. England; by an American. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1837.

      This was published in England under the title of "England; with
      Sketches of Society in the Metropolis."


25. Letter to the Editors of the Knickerbocker. (On the relations
    between himself and Sir Walter Scott, etc.)

      In Knickerbocker Magazine, vol. xi., April, 1838, pp. 380-386.


26. Gleanings in Europe. Italy; by an American. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1838.

      Published in England under the title of "Excursions in Italy."


27. The American Democrat; or Hints on the Social and Civic Relations
    of the United States of America. By J. Fenimore Cooper. Pp. 192.
    Cooperstown: H. & E. Phinney, 1838.


28. The Chronicles of Cooperstown. Pp. 100. Cooperstown: H. & E. Phinney,
    1838.

      Published anonymously. Republished at Albany in 1862 with additional
      notes and details bringing the events down to that year. The
      republication is entitled "A Condensed History of Cooperstown; with
      a Biographical Sketch of J. Fenimore Cooper. By Rev. T. S. Livermore,
      A. M." It is a volume of 276 pages, and contains Bryant's funeral
      discourse on Cooper, with much other matter. The "Chronicles of
      Cooperstown" extend from page 9 to page 86 inclusive.


29. Homeward Bound; or the Chase. A Tale of the Sea. By the Author of
    The Pilot, The Spy, etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea &
    Blanchard, 1838.


30. Review of the "Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
    By J. G. Lockhart."

      In Knickerbocker Magazine, October, 1838, vol. xii., pp.
      349-366.


31. Home as Found. By the Author of Homeward Bound, The Pioneers,  (p. 294)
    etc., etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1838.

      In England published under the title of "Eve Effingham; or Home."


32. The History of the Navy of the United States of America.
    By J. Fenimore Cooper. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1839.


33. Letters in "Cooperstown Freeman's Journal," July 1st and July 8th,
    1839.

      A reply to the criticism upon his Naval History, or rather upon his
      account of the battle of Lake Erie, which had appeared in the
      New York Commercial Advertiser in June, 1839. The first letter
      occupies two columns, the second more than three.


34. The Pathfinder; or the Inland Sea. By the Author of The Pioneers,
    Last of the Mohicans, etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard,
    1840.


35. Mercedes of Castile; or the Voyage to Cathay. By the Author of The
    Bravo, The Last of the Mohicans, etc. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1840.

      The English title was "Mercedes of Castile. A Romance of the
      Days of Columbus."


36. History of the Navy of the United States of America. Abridged in
      one volume. Pp. 447. Philadelphia: Thomas Cowperthwait & Co., 1841.


37. The Deerslayer; or the First War Path. A Tale. By the Author of The
    Last of the Mohicans, The Pioneers, etc. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1841.


38. "Home as Found. Lost Chapter." Preceded by a "Preface," and a
    "Letter to the Editor." In the "Brother Jonathan" newspaper of
    January 1, 1842.--Followed by a Letter to the Editor, from Cooper,
    on "The Effingham Matter," in same paper for February 12, 1842,
    and by two articles on "The Effingham Controversy," in the numbers
    for March 26, 1842, and April 9, 1842.


39. The Two Admirals; a Tale. By the Author of The Pilot, Red      (p. 295)
      Rover, Water Witch, Homeward Bound, etc., etc. 2 vols.
      Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1842.


40. Edinburgh Review on James' Naval Occurrences and Cooper's Naval
    History.

      In the United States Magazine and Democratic Review, vol. x.,
      for May and June, 1842. First article, pp. 409-435; second
      article, pp. 515-541.


41. Richard Somers.

      In Graham's Magazine for October, 1842.


42. William Bainbridge.

      In Graham's Magazine for November, 1842.


43. The Wing-and-Wing; or Le Feu-Follet. A Tale. By the Author of
    The Pilot, Red Rover, Two Admirals, Homeward Bound, etc., etc.
    2 vols. Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1842.

      In England this was published under the title "The Jack
      o' Lantern (Le Feu-Follet); or the Privateer."


44. Richard Dale.

      In Graham's Magazine for December, 1842.


45. Autobiography of a Pocket Handkerchief.

      In Graham's Magazine for January, February, March, and April, 1843.
      It came out in March among the publications of the "Brother
      Jonathan" newspaper office, and was then entitled "Le Mouchoir;
      an Autobiographical Romance." The English title was "The French
      Governess; or the Embroidered Handkerchief."


46. Oliver Hazard Perry.

      In Graham's Magazine for May and June, 1843.


47. John Paul Jones.

      In Graham's Magazine for July and August, 1843.


48. The Battle of Lake Erie; or Answers to Messrs. Burges, Duer, and
    Mackenzie. By J. Fenimore Cooper. Pp. 118. Cooperstown: H. & E.
    Phinney, 1843.


49. Wyandotte; or the Hutted Knoll. A Tale. By the Author of The
    Pathfinder, Deerslayer, Last of the Mohicans, Pioneers,        (p. 296)
    Prairie, etc., etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1843.


50. Ned Myers; or a Life before the Mast. Edited by J. Fenimore Cooper.
    Pp. 232. Philadelphia: Lea & Blanchard, 1843.


51. John Shaw.

      In Graham's Magazine for March, 1844.


52. John Barry.

      In Graham's Magazine for June, 1844.


53. Afloat and Ashore; or the Adventures of Miles Wallingford. By the
    Author of The Pilot, Red Rover, The Two Admirals, etc. 2 vols.
    Philadelphia: Published by the Author, 1844.


54. Proceedings of the Naval Court Martial in the Case of Alexander
    Slidell Mackenzie, a Commander in the Navy of the United States,
    etc., including the Charges and Specifications of Charges, preferred
    against him by the Secretary of the Navy. To which is annexed an
    Elaborate Review. By James Fennimore Cooper. Pp. 344. New York:
    Henry G. Langley, 1844. (Cooper's review extends from page 263 to
    page 344 inclusive. The spelling of the name was due to the
    publisher.)


55. Afloat and Ashore; or the Adventures of Miles Wallingford. By the
    Author of The Pilot, Red Rover, etc. Vols. 3 & 4. Published for the
    Author. New York: Burgess, Stringer & Co., 1844.

      This second series of Afloat and Ashore goes in this country under
      the name of "Miles Wallingford." In England it was published as
      "Lucy Hardinge."


56. John Templer Shubrick.

      In Graham's Magazine for December, 1844.


57. Melancthon Taylor Woolsey.

      In Graham's Magazine for January, 1845.


58. Edward Preble.

      In Graham's Magazine for May and June, 1845.


59. Satanstoe; or the Littlepage Manuscripts. A Tale of the        (p. 297)
    Colony. 2 vols. New York: Burgess, Stringer & Co., 1845.


60. The Chainbearer; or the Littlepage Manuscripts. Edited by the Author
    of Satanstoe, Spy, Pathfinder, Two Admirals, etc. 2 vols.
    New York: Burgess, Stringer & Co, 1846.


61. Lives of Distinguished American Naval Officers. By J. Fenimore Cooper.
    Author of The Spy, The Pilot, etc. 2 vols. Philadelphia: Carey & Hart,
    1846. Also, 2 vols. Auburn: Derby & Jackson, 1846.

      Volume I. contains, in the following order: Bainbridge (No. 42),
      Somers (No. 41), Shaw (No. 51), Shubrick (No. 56), Preble (No. 58).

      Volume II. contains: Jones (No. 47), Woolsey (No. 57), Perry
      (No. 46), and Dale (No. 44); Barry (No. 52) was not included.


62. The Redskins; or Indian and Injin. Being the conclusion of the
    Littlepage Manuscripts. By the Author of The Pathfinder, Deerslayer,
    Two Admirals, etc. 2 vols. New York: Burgess & Stringer, 1846.

      In England the title of this work was "Ravensnest; or the Redskins."


63. The Islets of the Gulf; or Rose Budd.

      Begun in Graham's Magazine for November, 1846, and continued through
      every succeeding number until March, 1848, in which month it was
      concluded. It was published in book form March 21, 1848, by Burgess,
      Stringer & Co., as "Jack Tier; or the Florida Reefs." In England
      the title was "Captain Spike; or the Islets of the Gulf."


64. The Crater; or Vulcan's Peak. A Tale of the Pacific. By the Author
    of Miles Wallingford, The Red Rover, The Pilot, etc., etc. 2 vols.
    New York: Burgess, Stringer & Co., 1847.

      The English title was "Mark's Reef; or the Crater." Jack Tier; or
      the Florida Reefs, 1848. See No. 63.


65. The Oak Openings; or the Bee Hunter. By the Author of The      (p. 298)
    Pioneers, Last of the Mohicans, Pathfinder, Deerslayer, etc., etc.
    2 vols. New York: Burgess, Stringer & Co., 1848.

      The English title was "The Bee Hunter; or the Oak Openings."


66. The Sea Lions; or the Lost Sealers. By the Author of The Crater, etc.
    2 vols. New York: Stringer & Townsend, 1849.


67. The Ways of the Hour; a Tale. By the Author of The Spy, The Red Rover,
    etc., etc. 1 vol. New York: G. P. Putnam, 1850.


POSTHUMOUS PUBLICATIONS.


68. Old Ironsides.

      In Putnam's Magazine, vol. i., No. v., May, 1853, pp. 473-487; and
      in No. vi., June, 1853, pp. 593-607.

      This is a history of the United States frigate Constitution.


69. Fragments from a Diary of James Fenimore Cooper.

      In Putnam's Magazine, new series, vol. i., February, 1868, pp.
      167-172; and June, 1868, pp. 730-737.


70. The Battle of Plattsburgh Bay.

      In January, 1869, of Putnam's Magazine, vol. iii., new series,
      pp. 49-59.

      A note to this article says that it was prepared as a lecture to
      be delivered before the New York Historical Society. The records
      of that Society, however, contain no reference to any lecture
      delivered by Cooper.


71. The Eclipse.

      In Putnam's Magazine, new series, vol. iv., for September, 1869,
      pp. 352-359. Written about 1831, and gives an account of the
      eclipse of the sun in June, 1806.


Besides these there are numerous letters written to the newspapers, and
in particular the letters written to the Paris journal, the "National,"
in 1833. During Cooper's life it was frequently said that he was engaged
in preparing a work on the Middle States of the Union; but no      (p. 299)
trace of such a production was found among his papers. A work of his on
"The Towns of Manhattan" was partly finished and in press at the time of
his death; but the portion printed was entirely destroyed by fire. Part
of the manuscript, however, was recovered. On the 4th of August, 1841,
Cooper also delivered an address before the Literary Societies of Hobart
College, Geneva, N. Y.; but this he himself burned on the day it was
delivered.

A few works have been wrongly attributed to him. One of these is "The
Cruise of the Somers; illustrative of the Despotism of the Quarter Deck;
and of the Unmanly Conduct of Commander Mackenzie." New York: 1844.
Another is "Elinor Wyllys; or the Young Folk of Longbridge."
Philadelphia: 1846. Of this novel Cooper was the nominal editor, and to
it he contributed a short preface. A third work, which has been falsely
attributed to him, is entitled "The Republic of the United States; its
Duties to Itself, and its Responsible Relations to other Countries." New
York: 1848.




INDEX.                                                             (p. 300)


Adams, John, 113.

Adams, John Quincy, 224-226.

"Afloat and Ashore," 232, 249-253, 263, 296.

Albany, N. Y., 6, 15.

"Albany Argus," 182.

"Albany Evening Journal," Cooper's libel suits with, 187, 190-196.

America, intellectual dependence of,
  on England in 1820 and later, 18-21, 34, 35, 62, 92;
  literary state of, in 1820, 30-32.

"American Scott, The," Cooper so termed, 58, 106;
  his feelings about it, 59, 161.

"American Democrat, The," 177-179, 293.

Angevine, 14-16, 63.

Anti-Rent Novels, The, 251-254.

Ashburton Treaty, 237.

"Augsburger Allgemeine Zeitung," 107.

"Autobiography of a Pocket Handkerchief," 249, 293.


Bainbridge, Commodore William, 295, 297.

Balzac, Honoré de, Criticisms of Cooper, 204, 240, 284.

Barry Cornwall. See _Procter_.

Barry, John, 296, 297.

Benjamin, Park, 159; Cooper's libel suit with, 187.

Bentley, London publisher of Cooper's later works, 262.

"Blackwood's Magazine," 58;
  abuse of Cooper, 174.

Berne, Cooper's residence near, 68.

Boone, Daniel, 72.

"Borderers, The" (English title), 291.

Boston, Cooper's criticism of, 171, 172.

Bostonians practice "gouging," 97.

"Bravo, The," 108-111, 115, 128, 130, 277, 291.

Bread and Cheese Club, founded by Cooper, 63;
  its members, 63;
  gives dinner to Cooper, 127.

Brenton's, Captain Edward Pelham, "Naval History of Great Britain," 202.

British press, Cooper's opinion of, 106, 136, 137;
  its attacks upon Cooper, 138, 173-176, 199, 236.

"Brother Jonathan, The," newspaper, 262, 294, 295.

Brown, Charles Brockden, 30.

Bryant, William Cullen, 17, 63, 80, 266;
  delivers funeral oration on Cooper, 268.

Bulwer, Sir Edward Lytton, 124, 125.

Burges, Tristam, 213, 221, 224, 226, 233, 295.

Burlington, N. J., 2, 12.

Burton's Theatre, Cooper's comedy acted at, 263.


Campbell, Judge William W., 216.

Canning, George, 68.

"Captain Spike" (English title), 297.

Carey and Lea, publishers, 66.

"Chainbearer, The," 252-254, 297.

Châlet, The, Cooper's farm, near Cooperstown, 263.

Champlain, Lake, 12.

Chauncey, Commodore Isaac, 127.

Chesapeake, American man-of-war, 202.

"Chronicles of Cooperstown, The," 293.

Clay, Henry, 67.

Clinton, DeWitt, 127.

"Coelebs," Hannah More's, 21.

Colburn, London publisher, 28, 94.

"Comparative Resources of the American Navy," 292.

Constitution, ship-of-war, 210, 298.

Cooper, Fenimore, 15, 63.

Cooper, J. F.: born at Burlington, 2;
  removed to Cooperstown, 2;
  early education, 6;
  at Albany, 6;
  at Yale College, 7;
  dismissed from college, 8;
  serves before the mast, 9, 10;
  enters navy as midshipman, 11;
  his service, 11;
  marries, 12;
  resigns position in the navy, 14;
  residences from 1811 to 1822, 14, 15;
  his children, 15;
  begins literary life, 16;
  moves into New York city, 63;
  founds the Bread and Cheese club, 63;
  has family name changed to Fenimore-Cooper, 3;
  is given a public dinner, 127;
  sails for Europe, 67;
  made consul at Lyons, 67;
  residences in France, England, Switzerland, Italy, and Germany, 67, 68;
  cordial reception in Paris, 68, 69;
  wide extent of his reputation, 56-58, 77;
  returns to America, 117;
  refuses a public dinner, 128;
  resides in New York city, 117;
  buys his father's house in Cooperstown and makes it his permanent
    home, 117;
  has a controversy with citizens of Cooperstown, 142-148;
  brings a number of newspaper libel suits, 180-197;
  engages unsuccessfully in business operations, 261;
  his farm, 263, 264;
  becomes a communicant in the Episcopal Church, 266;
  his death, 267;
  funeral oration over, delivered by Bryant, 268;
  happiness of his home life, 13, 14, 233, 234, 285;
  wide circulation of his works, 37, 56, 76, 270;
  pecuniary profits from their sale, 64-66, 261-263;
  his success as a lawyer, 182, 189, 216-218, 220;
  his sensitiveness to criticism, 41-44, 286;
  defects of his literary art, 50, 51;
  failure in characterization, 152, 155, 277, 278;
  female characters, 26-28, 153, 154, 278-281;
  success in characters from low life, 53-55, 72, 73, 152, 283;
  fondness for commonplace, 84, 242, 276;
  prolixity of his introductions, 75, 134, 242, 276;
  improbability and carelessness in the details of his
    stories, 51, 53, 276, 277;
  carelessness in the development of the plot, 28, 271, 272, 275, 276;
  criticism on language and carelessness in use of it, 130, 272-275;
  his humor, 119, 239, 240;
  his fondness for natural scenery, and success in
    description, 8, 69, 134, 168, 169, 240, 241, 264, 282-284;
  his political opinions, 82-84, 108, 109;
  his imperiousness of manner, 79, 80, 286;
  his pugnacity, 24, 75, 80, 81, 146, 147, 285;
  his generosity, 81, 82;
  his patriotism, 49, 85, 86, 94, 110, 115, 128, 231, 237, 238, 243;
  depth and narrowness of religious feeling, 22-26, 75, 243, 256,
    258-261, 266;
  high sense of honor, 82, 286;
  love of truth, 202, 203, 222, 232, 287, 288.

Cooper, Paul, 15, 63.

Cooper, Richard, 182, 185, 220.

Cooper, Susan Fenimore, 15.

Cooper, William, Cooper's father, 2, 3, 9, 142-145, 188, 192.

Cooperstown, situation of, 1, 3, 4;
  when founded, 2;
  original population of, 5;
  Cooper's residences in, 2, 3, 14, 117;
  his controversy with citizens of, 142-148;
  farm near, 263, 264;
  his death at, 266, 267;
  the Chronicles of, 293.

"Cooperstown Freeman's Journal," democratic newspaper, 143, 144;
  Cooper's letters to, 147, 148, 294.

Copyright, international, Cooper's feelings in regard to, 166;
  pecuniary loss sustained by the lack of one, 261.

Copyright law, English, of, 1838, 66, 261.

Courier, Paul, liberal sentiments about America, 87.

Court of Errors, The, of New York, 228, 229.

"Crater, The," 255-258, 274, 297.

Cushing, Caleb, replies to Cooper, 132.


Dale, Richard, 295, 297.

Davis, Admiral Charles H., 213.

"Deerslayer, The," 239-242, 272, 294.

DeKay, James E., 63.

DeLancey family, 12, 13.

DeLancey, Susan Augusta, 12-14, 16, 70, 233, 234;
  married to Cooper, 12;
  her death, 267.

DeLancey, William H., bishop of Western New York, 266.

Democratic party, Cooper nominally belonging to, 133, 171.

"Democratic Review," 207, 208, 295.

Derby, Lord, 52.

"Diary of James Fenimore Cooper, Fragments from," 298.

Dresden, Saxony, Cooper's residence at, 68, 107, 123.

Duer, William Alexander, Cooper's controversy with, 212, 221-223, 233, 295.

Durand, Asher B., the engraver, 63.


"Eclipse, The," 298.

Edgeworth, Maria, 57.

"Edinburgh Review, The," 205-208, 295.

Elliott, Commodore Jesse, 208-213, 222;
  has a medal struck in honor of Cooper, 224-226.

"Encyclopedia Britannica," notice of Cooper's life in, 175.

England, Cooper's residence in, 68, 96;
  feeling of, towards America, 87-98;
  criticism of, by Cooper, 105, 130, 137;
  his work on, 135, 293;
  hostility expressed for Cooper in, 92, 106, 138, 173-176.

Effingham, name applied to Cooper, 156, 158, 183, 191, 294.

Episcopal Church, Cooper's attachment to, 23, 245, 249, 254, 257, 259,
  260, 266.

Erie Lake, Battle of, controversy in regard to, 208-227, 294.

European ignorance of America, 86-88, 100, 101.

"Eve Effingham" (English title), 294.

"Excursions in Italy" (English title), 293.

"Excursions in Switzerland" (English title), 292.

Expenses' Controversy, The, 76, 111-115, 292.


Fay, Theodore S., 132.

Federalist Party, 9, 171;
  Cooper brought up in, 92;
  feeling of, towards England, 92, 93.

Fenimore family, 3, 188.

Fenimore, near Cooperstown, Cooper's residence at, 14.

Fenimore-Cooper, family name changed to, 3.

Florence, Cooper's residence at, 68, 74, 120.

Foot, Samuel A., 215-221.

France, Cooper's work on, 135, 292, 293.

Francis, Dr. John W., 266, 267.

"Fraser's Magazine," its attack on Cooper, 174-175.

Free trade, Cooper's hostility to, 133, 171.

"French Governess, The" (English title), 295.

French opinion of Cooper, 36, 204.

French social life, Cooper's opinion of, 69.


Galitzin, Princess, 69.

Gardner, Colonel Charles K., 287.

Gifford, William, editor of "The Quarterly," 35.

Gisquet, French prefect of police, 37.

"Gleanings in Europe," 135-140, 204, 292, 293.

Glens Falls, 52.

"Glory and Shame of England," attack on Cooper in, 234, 235.

"Gotham and the Gothamites," 60.

Gouging, prevalence of, in America, 97;
  practiced by Bostonians, 97.

"Graham's Magazine," 229, 245, _note_, 248, 255, 295-297.

Greeley, Horace, 159, 180, 181, 187;
  Cooper's libel suits with, 197, 198.

Greenough, Horatio, 81, 115-116, 155.

Grose's "Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue," 97.


Halleck, Fitzgreene, 63, 246, _note_.

Harris, Leavitt, 113, 114.

Haydon, Benjamin Robert, 58.

Hazlitt, William, 106.

Headley, Rev. J. T., 235.

"Headsman, The," 108, 109, 272, 292.

"Heathcotes, The" (English title), 291.

"Heidenmauer, The," 108, 109, 280, 292.

Heine, 107.

Hillard, George S., 160.

Hillhouse, James A., 7.

"Hints on Manning the Navy," 292.

Hobart College, Cooper's address at, 299.

"Home as Found," 149, 150-159, 294.

"Home as Found, Lost Chapter of," 294.

"Homeward Bound," 149, 150, 152, 155, 293.


Impressment of American seamen, 93.

Indian character, Cooper's view of, 54, 55.

Ingram's, John H., "Life of Poe," 246, _note_.

Irving, Washington, 3, 35, 56, 268, 287.

"Islets of the Gulf, The." See "_Jack Tier_."

Italy, Cooper's work on, 135, 293;
  attachment of Cooper to, 69-71.


"Jack o' Lantern, The" (English title), 295.

Jackson, President Andrew, 131, 210.

"Jack Tier," 255, 256, 263, 297.

James's, William, "Naval History of Great Britain," 205-207, 295;
  Cooper's opinion of, 206, 207.

Jarvis, John Wesley, 63.

Jay, John, 29.

Jefferson, Thomas, 67.

Jones, John Paul, 48, 57, 288, 295, 297.

Jordan, Ambrose C., 190.

Judah, Samuel B. H., 60.

Jury, trial by, 260.


Kent, Chancellor James, 63, 127.

King, Charles, 127.

"Knickerbocker Magazine," 160, 161, 293.


Lafayette, 111, 112.

"Last of the Mohicans, The," 52-55, 56, 58, 66, 71, 72, 239, 291.

Lawrence, Captain James, 12.

"Leather-Stocking Tales, The," 40, 55, 239;
  Cooper's opinion of, 241.

Leghorn, 120.

Lester, C. Edwards, 235, 236.

"Letter to General Lafayette," 112, 291.

"Letter to his Countrymen," 129-132, 292.

"Letter to the American Public," 114, 292.

Libel suits, Cooper's, with the Otsego "Republican," 185, 186;
  with the Norwich "Telegraph," 184, 186;
  with the Oneida "Whig," 187;
  with the New York "Evening Signal," 187;
  with the New York "Courier and Enquirer," 187-190;
  with the Albany "Evening Journal," 187, 190, 196;
  with the New York "Tribune," 187, 197;
  with the New York "Commercial Advertiser," 187, 197, 212, 214-221,
    223-224.

"Lionel Lincoln," 49-52, 291.

Livermore, Rev. T. S., 293.

Livingston, Edward, 114.

Lockhart's, John Gibson, "Life of Scott," 160, 161, 293.

London, Cooper's residence in, 68, 96-98.

"London Times," its attack on Cooper, 175.

Lord, Daniel, Jr., 215-221.

Louis Philippe, 69, 107.

Lowell, James Russell, 156.

"Lucy Harding" (English title), 249, 296; 251.

Lyons, Cooper consul at, 67.


Mackenzie, Alexander Slidell, 212, 213, 216, 221, 222, 233, 295.

Mackintosh, Sir James, 97.

Mamaroneck, N. Y., 12, 13, 14.

Man, Isle of, Cooper reported birthplace in, 3.

"Mark's Reef" (English title), 297.

McHarg, Rev. C. W., 229.

"Mercedes of Castile," 232, 242, 272, 278.

Mickiewicz, Adam, 107.

Miller, London publisher, 35.

"Miles Wallingford," 93, 249, 285, 296.

Mitford, Mary Russell, 57.

"Monikins, The," 133-135.

Montagu, Mrs. Basil, 91.

Moore, Thomas, 88, 96.

More, Hannah, 21.

Morris, George P., 132.

Morse, S. F. B., 63, 76.

Murray, John, London publisher, 35.


Naples, Cooper's residence at, 68.

Naples, bay of, compared with that of New York, 164, 249, 254.

"National" (Paris), 113, 298.

"Naval Magazine," 201, 292.

"Naval History of the United States," 200-230, 232, 233, 294.

"Naval Officers, Lives of," 228, 229, 297.

Neal, John, 30.

Ned Myers, 247, 248, 263, 296.

New England, Cooper's dislike of, 245, 246, 247, 249, 250, 253, 257, 259;
  Cooper's unpopularity in, 50, 247.

New Haven, 8.

"New Monthly Magazine, Colburn's," sketch of Cooper in, 94.

Newport, 74; stone tower at, 226.

"New World, The," newspaper, 262.

New York (city), Cooper's residences in, 15, 47, 63, 67, 117;
  Cooper's criticism of society in, 150, 151, 158, 249;
  social life in, 121;
  Cooper's prophecy about, 102.

"New York American," 127, 128.

"New York Commercial Advertiser," 129;
  Cooper's libel suits with, 187, 212, 214-221, 223, 224.

"New York Courier and Enquirer," 129, 130;
 Cooper's libel suits with, 187-190.

"New York Evening Post," 182.

"New York Evening Signal," Cooper's libel suit with, 187.

New York Historical Society, 298.

"New York Home Journal," 13.

"New York Mirror," 132.

"New York Patriot," 287.

"New York Tribune," Cooper's libel suits with, 187, 192, 197.

"New Yorker, The," 158, 182.

Newspapers, Cooper's attacks on, 43, 176-180;
  libel suits with, 180-199.

"North American Review, The," 60, 61, 212, 213.

"Norwich Telegraph," Cooper's libel suit with, 184, 185.

"Notions of the Americans," 101-106, 291.

Nugent, Lord, 96.


"Oak Openings, The," 255, 258, 263, 275, 297.

"Odofried the Outcast," 60.

Old Ironsides, 298.

"Oneida Whig, The," Cooper's libel suit with, 187.

Ontario, Lake, 11, 169, 240.

Otsego Hall, Cooper's residence, 2, 117, 267.

Otsego Lake, 1, 4, 117, 142, 240.

"Otsego Republican," Cooper's libel suit with, 185, 186.


Paris, Cooper's residence at, 67-69, 107.

Parsons, Usher, 227.

"Pathfinder, The," 11, 239-242, 283, 294.

Paulding, James Kirke, 30.

Paulding, Hiram, 216.

Peale, Rembrandt, 115.

Percival, James G., 60-62.

Perry, Captain Matthew, 210, 212.

Perry, Commodore Oliver H., 208-229, 295, 297.

"Philadelphia National Gazette," 114, 292.

"Pilot, The," 44-48, 57, 74, 95, 283-288, 291.

"Pioneers, The," 39-44, 61, 65, 72, 117, 156, 239, 287, 291.

Piracy of books, 261, 262.

Plattsburgh Bay, Battle of, 298.

Poe, Elgar A., 245, 246, _note_.

Poland, revolt of, 107;
  Cooper's efforts to aid, 108.

"Prairie, The," 61, 71, 73, 76, 95, 239, 283, 291.

Preble, Edward, 296, 297.

"Precaution," 16-28, 243.

Price of Cooper's later novels, 262, 263.

Princeton College, 246.

Procter, Bryan Waller, 58, 161.

Provincialism of America, 138, 150, 164, 165, 168.

Puritanism, 23-29, 75, 243.

"Putnam's Magazine," 298.


"Quarterly Review, The," 35, 277, 287;
  its attacks on America, 89;
  its attack on Cooper, 205.


"Ravensnest" (English title), 297.

"Recollections of Europe" (English title), 293.

"Redskins, The," 253, 254, 263, 297.

"Red Rover, The," 65, 73, 99, 226, 227, 255, 291.

Reporters of newspapers, Cooper's attack on, 176.

"Residence in France" (English title), 292.

Revolution of 1830, French, 106, 107.

"Revue Britannique," 111-113.

Rhode Island Historical Society, 213;
  refuses to accept the Cooper medal, 224-227.

Rives, William C., 114.

Rome, Cooper's residence at, 68, 75.

Russia, early cordial relations of, with the United States, 93.


Sand, George, 284.

"Satanstoe," 252, 253, 254, 263, 296.

Saulnier, M., 111, 112.

Scott, Sir Walter, 31, 33, 41, 44, 56-59, 91, 110, 124, 277, 278, 283, 287;
  his mention of Cooper, 69, 160;
  Lockhart's life of, 159-161.

Scott, General Winfield, 127.

"Sea Lions, The," 255, 258-260, 263, 298.

Sea novel, Cooper's creation of, 44-47, 57, 74.

Shannon, English ship-of-war, 12, 202.

Shanty, Cooper's derivation of, 275.

Shaw, John, 290, 297.

Shubrick, John Templer, 296, 297.

Silliman, Professor Benjamin, 8.

"Sketches of Switzerland," 135-140, 292.

Slavery, Cooper's feelings toward, 85, 104.

Smith, Sydney, 96.

Smollett, Tobias G., 45, 57.

Somers, American man-of-war, 228.

Somers, Richard, 295, 297.

Sorrento, Cooper's residence at, 68, 71, 75.

Sotheby, William, 97, 98.

Southey, Robert, 91.

Spencer, John C., 228.

Spencer, Joshua A., 186.

"Spy, The," 13, 30-38, 43, 49, 57, 65, 66, 280, 283, 290.

Squier, E. G., 37.

Steevens, Samuel, 215-221.

Sterling, merchant ship, 9, 10, 247, 248.

Stone, William Leet, Cooper's libel suits against, 187, 214-221, 223, 224.

Sumner, Charles, 91, 160.

Susquehanna River, 1, 2, 264.


Talleyrand visits Cooper's father, 5.

Three Mile Point Controversy, The, 142-148, 156.

Ticknor, George, 91.

Tories of American Revolution, Cooper's treatment of, 13.

"Towns of Manhattan, The," 266, 299.

Tuckerman, Henry T., his account of a trial scene, 217, 218.

"Two Admirals, The," 242, 243, 276, 295.

Tyler, John, President, 228.


"United Service Journal," its criticism of Cooper's Naval History, 204,
  205.

"Upside Down," Cooper's comedy, 263.


Van Rensselaer, Stephen, the patroon, 251.

Verplanck, Gulian Crommelin, 63.

Vesuvius, American man-of-war, 11.


"Water Witch, The," 75, 76, 78, 106, 291;
  refused publication in Rome, 123.

Waverley Novels, 31, 44.

"Ways of the Hour, The," 255, 260, 263, 272, 274, 277, 298.

Webster, Daniel, 268.

Weed, Thurlow, 122, 190;
  Cooper's libel suits against, 187, 190-196;
  admiration for Cooper's novels, 196.

"Wept of Wish-ton-Wish, The," 74, 99, 272, 291.

Westchester County, New York, 12, 14, 29.

Whig party, its hostility to Cooper 131.

Whig press, attacks on Cooper, 147, 148, 158, 159, 173, 177, 180, 184,
  185, 199, 211, 235, 241.

Wiley, John, publisher, 63, 66.

Willis, N. P., 132.

Wilson, John, 58.

"Wing-and-Wing," 93, 243, 244, 247, 262, 295.

Woolsey, Melancthon Taylor, 11, 296, 297.

Wright, Fanny, 36.

"Wyandotte," 13, 244, 245, 263, 295.


Yale College, 246;
  Cooper's connection with, 7-9.





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