Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
        James Ballantyne to Maria Edgeworth, 11 November 1814
        
        
          
        
        
          
        
       
      
      
      
      
     
     
    
     “Edinburgh, 11th November, 1814. 
     “Madam, 
    
     “I am desired by the Author
                                        of Waverley to acknowledge, in his name, the honour you have
                                    done him by your most flattering approbation of his work a distinction which he
                                    receives as one of the highest that could be paid him, and which he would have
                                    been proud to have himself stated his sense of, only that being impersonal, he
                                    thought it more respectful to require my assistance, than to write an anonymous
                                    letter. 
    
     “There are very few who have had the opportunities
                                    that have been presented to me, of knowing how very elevated is the admiration
                                    entertained by the Author of Waverley for the genius of Miss
                                        Edgeworth. From the intercourse that took place betwixt us while
                                    the work ![]()
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![]() was going through my press, I
                                        know that the exquisite truth and power of your characters operated on
                                    his mind at once to excite and subdue it. He felt that the success of his book
                                    was to depend upon the characters, much more than upon the story; and he
                                    entertained so just and so high an opinion of your eminence in the management
                                    of both, as to have strong apprehensions of any comparison which might be
                                    instituted betwixt his picture and story and yours; besides, that there is a
                                    richness and naiveté in Irish character and humour,
                                    in which the Scotch are certainly defective, and which could hardly fail, as he
                                    thought, to render his delineations cold and tame by the contrast. ‘If
                                        I could but hit Miss Edgeworth’s wonderful power
                                        of vivifying all her persons, and making them live as beings in your mind, I should not be afraid:’—Often has
                                    the Author of Waverley used such language to me; and
                                    I knew that I gratified him most when I could say,—‘Positively, this
                                        is equal to Miss Edgeworth.’ You will thus
                                    judge, Madam, how deeply he must feel such praise as you have bestowed upon his
                                    efforts. I believe he himself thinks the Baron the best drawn character in his
                                    book—I mean the Bailie—honest Bailie
                                        Macwheeble. He protests it is the most true, though from many causes he did not expect it to be the most
                                    popular. It appears to me, that amongst so many splendid portraits, all drawn
                                    with such strength and truth, it is more easy to say which is your favourite
                                    than which is best. Mr Henry Mackenzie
                                    agrees with you in your objection to the resemblance to Fielding. He says, you should never be forced
                                    to recollect, maugre all its internal
                                    evidence to the contrary, that such a work is a work of fiction, and all its
                                    fine creations but of air. The character of Rose is less finished than the author had at one period
                                    intended; but I believe the characters of humour grew
 was going through my press, I
                                        know that the exquisite truth and power of your characters operated on
                                    his mind at once to excite and subdue it. He felt that the success of his book
                                    was to depend upon the characters, much more than upon the story; and he
                                    entertained so just and so high an opinion of your eminence in the management
                                    of both, as to have strong apprehensions of any comparison which might be
                                    instituted betwixt his picture and story and yours; besides, that there is a
                                    richness and naiveté in Irish character and humour,
                                    in which the Scotch are certainly defective, and which could hardly fail, as he
                                    thought, to render his delineations cold and tame by the contrast. ‘If
                                        I could but hit Miss Edgeworth’s wonderful power
                                        of vivifying all her persons, and making them live as beings in your mind, I should not be afraid:’—Often has
                                    the Author of Waverley used such language to me; and
                                    I knew that I gratified him most when I could say,—‘Positively, this
                                        is equal to Miss Edgeworth.’ You will thus
                                    judge, Madam, how deeply he must feel such praise as you have bestowed upon his
                                    efforts. I believe he himself thinks the Baron the best drawn character in his
                                    book—I mean the Bailie—honest Bailie
                                        Macwheeble. He protests it is the most true, though from many causes he did not expect it to be the most
                                    popular. It appears to me, that amongst so many splendid portraits, all drawn
                                    with such strength and truth, it is more easy to say which is your favourite
                                    than which is best. Mr Henry Mackenzie
                                    agrees with you in your objection to the resemblance to Fielding. He says, you should never be forced
                                    to recollect, maugre all its internal
                                    evidence to the contrary, that such a work is a work of fiction, and all its
                                    fine creations but of air. The character of Rose is less finished than the author had at one period
                                    intended; but I believe the characters of humour grew ![]()
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![]() upon his liking, to the
                                    prejudice, in some degree, of those of a more elevated and sentimental kind.
                                    Yet what can surpass Flora and her gallant
                                    brother?
 upon his liking, to the
                                    prejudice, in some degree, of those of a more elevated and sentimental kind.
                                    Yet what can surpass Flora and her gallant
                                    brother? 
    
     “I am not authorized to say—but I will not resist
                                    my impulse to say to Miss Edgeworth,
                                    that another novel, descriptive of more ancient manners still, may be expected
                                    ere long from the Author of Waverley. But I
                                    request her to observe, that I say this in strict confidence—not certainly
                                    meaning to exclude from the knowledge of what will give them pleasure, her
                                    respectable family. 
    
     “Mr Scott’s
                                    poem, the Lord of the Isles,
                                    promises fully to equal the most admired of his productions. It is, I think,
                                    equally powerful, and certainly more uniformly polished and sustained. I have
                                    seen three Cantos. It will consist of six. 
    
     “I have the honour to be, Madam, with the utmost
                                    admiration and respect, 
     Your most obedient 
                                         and most humble servant, 
    
    
    James Ballantyne  (1772-1833)  
                  Edinburgh printer in partnership with his younger brother John; the company failed in the
                        financial collapse of 1826.
               
 
    Maria Edgeworth  (1768-1849)  
                  Irish novelist; author of 
Castle Rackrent (1800) 
Belinda (1801), 
The Absentee (1812) and 
Ormond (1817).
               
 
    Henry Fielding  (1707-1754)  
                  English dramatist, essayist, and novelist; author of 
Joseph
                            Andrews (1742) and 
The History of Tom Jones (1749).
               
 
    Henry Mackenzie  (1745-1831)  
                  Scottish man of letters, author of 
The Man of Feeling (1770) and
                        editor of 
The Mirror (1779-80) and 
The
                            Lounger (1785-87).