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Of Dr Moore, the author of Zeluco, Edward, and More daunt, three novels of considerable merit and popularity, it is necessary to give some specimen. As a novelist, he is not remarkable for variety of character, ingenuity of plot, or interesting description ; but he discovers an intimate acquaintance with life and human nature, and, in particular, a fund of sarcastic wit and judicious observation, that tends to support a style otherwise tedious and stiff.—The following short extract is from Zeluco, the best of his novels.
HANNO, the slave, allowed symptoms of compassion, perhaps of indignation, to escape from him, on hearing one of his brother slaves ordered to be punished unjustly. Zeluco, having observed this, swore that Hanno should be the executioner, otherwise he would order him to be punished in his stead. Hanno said, He might do as he pleased ; but as for himself he never had been accustomed to that office, and he
* Moore was the son of a Scotch Episcopal clergyman, and born at Stirling, in 1730. On the death of his father, he removed to Glasgow, where he received his education, and went through the regular study of medicine. After spending several years abroad as military, surgeon, he returned to Glasgow, and practised there, until he was engaged to accompany the late Duke of Hamilton on a tour through the continent. On his return he removed his family to London, where (with little exception) he spent the rest of his days. He died in 1802, leaving the following works :-A View of Society and Manners in France, Switzerland, and Germany, 1779, 2 vols.- View of Society and Manners in Italy, 1781, 2 vols.--Medical Sketches, 1786-Zeluco, 1789, 2 vols. Journal during a residence in France in 1792, 1793-4, 2 vols.-A View of the Causes and Progress of the French Revolution, 1795, 2 vols. Edward, a novel, 1796, 2 vols.-Mordaunt, a novel, 1799, 3 vols.-Dr Moore was the father of the gallant Sir John Moore, who fell at Corunna.
would not begin by exercising it on his friend. Zeluco, in a transport of rage, ordered him to be lashed severely, and renewed the punishment at legal intervals so often, that the poor man was thrown into a languishing disease, which confined him constantly to his bed. Hanno had been a favourite servant of his lady's before her marriage with Zeluco; he was known to people of all ranks on the island, and esteemed by all who knew him. An Irish soldier in that gentleman's service, and who remained constantly in his family, had long been acquainted with Hanno, and had a particular esteem for him. As soon as he heard of his dangerous situation, he hastened to see him, carried him wine and other refreshments, and continued to visit and comfort him during his languishing illness. Perceiving at last that there was no hope of his recovery, he thought the last and best good office he could do him was to carry a priest to give him absolution and extreme unction.
As they went together,— I should be very sorry, father, said the soldier, · if this poor fellow missed going to heaven; for, by Jesus! I do not believe there is a worthier soul there, be the other who he pleases.' . He is a black,' said the priest, who was of the order of St Francis, - His soul is whiter than a skinned potatoe,' said the soldier. know whether he believes in all the tenets of our holy faith ? said the priest. • He is a man who was always ready to do as he would be done by,' replied the soldier.
That is something,' said the Capuchin, but not the most essential. Are you certain that he is a Christian ?' • 0, I'll be damned, if he is not as pretty a Christian as your heart can desire,' said the soldier; - and I'll give you a proof that will rejoice your soul to hear. A soldier of our regiment was seized with the cramp in his leg when he was bathing ; so he hollaed for assistance, and then went plump to the bottom like a stone. Those who were near him, Christians and all, swam away as fast as their legs could carry them, for they were afraid of his catching hold of them. But honest Hanno pushed directly to the place where the soldier had sunk, dived after him, and, without more ado, or so much as saying, By your leave, seized him by the hair of the head, and hauled him ashore; where, after a little rubbing and rolling, he was quite recovered, and is alive and merry at this blessed moment. Now, my dear father, I think this was behaving like a good Christian, and, what is much more, like å brave Irishman tvo, • Has he been properly instructed in all the doctrines
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of the catholic church?' said the priest. That he has,' replied the soldier, ' for I was after instructing him yesterday myself; and as you had told me very often that believing was the great point, I pressed that home. By Jesus, says I, Hanno, it does not signify 'making wry faces, but you must believe, my dear honey, as fast as ever you can, for
you have no time to lose ;-and, poor fellow, he entreated me to say no more about it, and he would believe whatever I pleased.' . This satisfied the father. When they arrived at the dying man's cabin, . Now, my dear fellow,' said the soldier, “I have brought a holy man to give you absolution for your sins, and to show your soul the road to heaven; take this glass of wine to comfort you, for it is a hellish long journey.' They raised poor Hanno, and he swallowed the wine with difficulty. • Be not dismayed, my honest lad,"continued the soldier, for although it is a long march to heaven, you will be sure of glorious quarters when you get there. I cannot tell you exactly how people pass their time, indeed; but by all accounts there is no very hard duty, unless it is that you will be obliged to sing psalms and hymns pretty constantly : that, to be sure, you must bear with : but then the devil a scoundrel who delights in tormenting his fellow-creatures will be allowed to thrust his nose into that sweet plantation; and so, my dear Hanno, God bless you! all your sufferings are now pretty well over, and I am convinced you will be as happy as the day is long in the other world all the rest of your life. The priest then began to perform his office ;Hanno heard him in silence,-he seemed unable to speak.
You see, my good father,' said the soldier,' he believes in all you say. You may now, without any further delay, give him absolution and extreme unction, and every thing needful to secure him a snug birth in paradise.'
• You are fully convinced, friend,' said the priest, addressing the dying man in a solemn manner, that it is only by a firm belief in all the tenets of the holy catholic church that-'God love your soul, my dear father,' interrupted the soldier, ‘give him absolution in the first place, and convince him afterwards; for, upon my conscience, if you bother him much longer, the poor creature's soul will slip through your fingers. The priest, who was a good-natured man, did as the soldier requested Now,' said the soldier, when the ceremony was over, “ now, my honest fellow, you may bid the devil defiance, for you are as sure of heaven as your mas
ter is of hell; where, as this reverend father will assure you, he must suffer to all eternity. I hope he will not suffer so long,' said Hanno in a faint voice, and speaking for the first time since the arrival of the priest. · Have a care of what you say, friend,' said the priest, in a severe tone of voice; you must not doubt of the eternity of hell torments. If
your master goes once there, he must remain for ever. • Then I'll be bound for him,' said the soldier, * he is sure enough of going there. But I hope in God he will not remain for ever,' said Hanno-and expired. • That was not spoken like a true believer,' said the priest ; • if I had thought that he harboured any doubts on such an essential article, I should not have given him absolution.' • It is lucky then that the poor fellow made his escape to heaven before you knew any thing of the matter,' said the soldier.
As the soldier returned home from Hanno's cabin, he met Zeluco, who, knowing where he had been, said to him, • How is the damned scoundrel now ?' The damned scoundrel is in better health than all who know him could wish,' replied the soldier. «Why they told me he was dying,' said Zeluco.
• If you mean poor Hanno, he is already dead, and on his way to heaven,' said the soldier ; 'but as for the scoundrel who murdered him, he'll be damned before he get there.'
When the literature of the present day is sweepingly characterized as ephemeral, it were well to except from this charge such performances as that which furnishes the following extract. The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan* must long retain a distinguished place among works descriptive of national manners. Its author, in selecting the unrivalled Gil Blas for a model, has availed himself of perhaps the only plan by which a European could be enabled to form a just idea of the vicissitudes attendant on the fortunes of an adventurer in a kingdom where every thing is subject to the nod of a despot. It will at once be acknowledged that no ordinary talent is requisite for one who would attempt to give, after the manner of Le Sage, a faithful picture of oriental manners, as they now exist, and to select facts on which to found a continued narrative ;-who must invent a hero that shall pass, with some appearance of probability, through the various ranks and stations in a Mussulman community, and bring before us an account of his conduct in private life, as well as of the feelings with which he may be supposed to regard the customs and institutions of his country. To the accomplishment of this difficult task, be
* Said to be from the pen of JAMES MORIER, Esq., His Majesty's Secretary of Embassy to the Court of Persia, and since private secretary to the Earl of Aberdeen, Ambassador to the Court of Vienna. This gentleman is nephew to Admiral Lord Radstock, and is distinguished by his diplomatic talents, which are rendered peculiarly useful by his uncommon knowledge of the languages of the East and West. He has published, A. Journey through Persia, Armenia, and Asia Minor, to Constantinople in 1808, 9. Lond. 1811.