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The Autobiography of William Jerdan
Washington Irving to William Jerdan, [October? 1819]

Vol. I. Front Matter
Ch. 1: Introductory
Ch. 2: Childhood
Ch. 3: Boyhood
Ch. 4: London
Ch. 5: Companions
Ch. 6: The Cypher
Ch. 7: Edinburgh
Ch. 8: Edinburgh
Ch. 9: Excursion
Ch. 10: Naval Services
Ch. 11: Periodical Press
Ch. 12: Periodical Press
Ch. 13: Past Times
Ch. 14: Past Times
Ch. 15: Literary
Ch. 16: War & Jubilees
Ch. 17: The Criminal
Ch. 18: Mr. Perceval
Ch. 19: Poets
Ch. 20: The Sun
Ch. 21: Sun Anecdotes
Ch. 22: Paris in 1814
Ch. 23: Paris in 1814
Ch. 24: Byron
Vol. I. Appendices
Scott Anecdote
Burns Anecdote
Life of Thomson
John Stuart Jerdan
Scottish Lawyers
Sleepless Woman
Canning Anecdote
Southey in The Sun
Hood’s Lamia
Murder of Perceval
Vol. II. Front Matter
Ch. 1: Literary
Ch. 2: Mr. Canning
Ch. 3: The Sun
Ch. 4: Amusements
Ch. 5: Misfortune
Ch. 6: Shreds & Patches
Ch. 7: A Character
Ch. 8: Varieties
Ch. 9: Ingratitude
Ch. 10: Robert Burns
Ch. 11: Canning
Ch. 12: Litigation
Ch. 13: The Sun
Ch. 14: Literary Gazette
Ch. 15: Literary Gazette
Ch. 16: John Trotter
Ch. 17: Contributors
Ch. 18: Poets
Ch 19: Peter Pindar
Ch 20: Lord Munster
Ch 21: My Writings
Vol. II. Appendices
The Satirist.
Authors and Artists.
The Treasury
Morning Chronicle
Chevalier Taylor
Foreign Journals
Vol. III. Front Matter
Ch. 1: Literary Pursuits
Ch. 2: Literary Labour
Ch. 3: Poetry
Ch. 4: Coleridge
Ch 5: Criticisms
Ch. 6: Wm Gifford
Ch. 7: W. H. Pyne
Ch. 8: Bernard Barton
Ch. 9: Insanity
Ch. 10: The R.S.L.
Ch. 11: The R.S.L.
Ch. 12: L.E.L.
Ch. 13: L.E.L.
Ch. 14: The Past
Ch. 15: Literati
Ch. 16: A. Conway
Ch. 17: Wellesleys
Ch. 18: Literary Gazette
Ch. 19: James Perry
Ch. 20: Personal Affairs
Vol. III. Appendices
Literary Poverty
Ismael Fitzadam
Mr. Tompkisson
Mrs. Hemans
A New Review
Debrett’s Peerage
Procter’s Poems
Poems by Others
Poems by Jerdan
Vol. IV. Front Matter
Ch. 1: Critical Glances
Ch. 2: Personal Notes
Ch. 3: Fresh Start
Ch. 4: Thomas Hunt
Ch. 5: On Life
Ch. 6: Periodical Press
Ch. 7: Quarterly Review
Ch. 8: My Own Life
Ch. 9: Mr. Canning
Ch. 10: Anecdotes
Ch. 11: Bulwer-Lytton
Ch. 12: G. P. R. James
Ch. 13: Finance
Ch. 14: Private Life
Ch. 15: Learned Societies
Ch. 16: British Association
Ch. 17: Literary Characters
Ch. 18: Literary List
Ch. 19: Club Law
Ch. 20: Conclusion
Vol. IV. Appendix
Gerald Griffin
W. H. Ainsworth
James Weddell
The Last Bottle
N. T. Carrington
The Literary Fund
Letter from L.E.L.
Geographical Society
Baby, a Memoir
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“Most Honoured Sir,

“Here am I, scrambling about the stubble of literature, springing game for you, who, caring not half a straw about your faithful pointer, sally out afield after dinner, charged with everything but straight shot, and loading your piece with crooked powder. My nose—‘my jolly red nose,’ acknowledged to be one of the best of noses—true to the scent, nosed a covey—up it sprang. ‘Bang!’ says his Honour. Then his Honour boasts, ‘Look! Oh, what a shot am I!’

“If I did not point as plain as a pike-staff to the American game, giving you full scope to mark each bird, then am I a ‘shotten herring.’

“Henceforth ‘read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.’ The ‘Sketch Book’ was purchased at New York, wet from the press, by a gentleman coming to England, for the purpose of beguiling a vacant hour on the voyage, and thou hast made
him, the reader, author of the book! Did not I make allusions—elegant allusions—to moonshine?

“This is very afflicting. What company—I ask it with sorrow—what company hast thou picked up in the South, O worthy man of the North? The Sussex coast, a smuggling coast, right and left—has it not Hastings for its headquarters? Beware of its ‘moonshine,’ and drink Farintosh (if that be the word). Farintosh sweepeth clean the threshing-floor of a reviewer’s brain, and places a lamp in the corner of his midnight understanding, so that a scribbler scribbles his lucubrations† with true spirit, when he scribbleth Farintosh-like.

“Gin, you cry up Gin,
Gin you cry for ever;
Boderation! Gin
Has burnt poor Paddy’s liver.”
Vide Elegant Stanzas on Gin, by J. Hoppner, R.A.

“So the mermaids are gone a hair-combing at our Northcountrymen. Cannot you fidget up some excuse, to lead you a little further coast-ways?

“Come hame, mon—come hame. After all, they are but odd fish, and I wud na gie a bawbee to gang alang wi’ the ‘fanciest she’ an ’em that ever waltzed on the top o’ the giddy sea. But then, lad—what then? I want not the cooling of a hot frenzied poet. How romantic! How poetic! To be awakened from amorous dreams by a swingeing slap of her saucy tail, and refreshed by a showerbath of salt-water, sand, and perriwinkle from her trundling

* “I need not inform a reviewer that moonshine is smuggled gin—‘Strip me naked.’”

† “Query. The ‘Literary Gazette’ and the ‘Morning Chronicle’ use the word lucubration, methinks, not always in its true artificial light. Do these literary earth-stoppers always work (like the glow-worm) with a lantern at their back?”

locks. Reviewers shave their customers tolerably close, but after such a lathering, what reviewer would undertake to shave himself?”