Monday, November 3, 2014

The Griswold-Headley Controversy...Day Two.



Readers of the New York Courier & Enquirer for November 3rd, 1847 were treated to the following rejoinder to Headley's attack of the previous day, from the pen of my friend Charles Fenno Hoffman:


                The very offensive paragraph in relation to our friend HOFFMAN, contained in the letter from Mr. HEADLEY in yesterday’s paper, escaped our notice; or most assuredly, the whole letter would have been denied a place in our columns.  It is hardly necessary to add, that we do not believe one word of the charges against Mr. HOFFMAN; and the sooner Mr. HEADLEY publicly retracts these outrageous aspersions upon Mr. HOFFMAN, the sooner will he place himself in a more favorable position before the public.—Ed.
To the Editor of the Courier and Enquirer;--
DEAR SIR:--Permit me to call your attention to an extraordinary attack upon me by the Rev. Mr. Headley, in your columns of this morning.  The following is the paragraph to which I allude:--

“Mr. Hoffman has lent the Literary World to this interested person, and while he has given him his columns, has made the proprietors pay him also for his articles.  Mr. Hoffman, also wrote, I am credibly informed, a portion of the work himself, and a portion too, which in a recent number of his paper, was declared to be written with ‘spirit, judgement and grace.’”

                Knowing me, as you do from my boyhood, it is sufficient for me to say that the above charges are absolutely and unqualifiedly false.  There is not a syllable of truth in them.  As to the work in controversy I did not write one word of it.  I never saw a line of the M.S., nor did I ever take any part, directly or indirectly, in the publishing squabbles of this reckless defamer.
                                                                Very truly yours,
                                                                                CHAS. F. HOFFMAN

                                                                                                Murray st., Tuesday.

I had also prepared a statement in reply to Headley's letter, but I, alas, was too busy assisting that ungrateful cow Elizabeth F. Ellet in the procurement of research materials for her vastly overrated "Women of the American Revolution" to get it to the Courier in time for publication..it would appear in that paper the following day...

TO BE CONTINUED.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

The Griswold-Headley Controversy...Day One.


Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November of 1847 that a protracted and public controversy involving myself and another literarily inclined pulpitarian, the Reverend Joel T. Headley, as well as our respective publishers, Carey & Hart and Baker & Scribner, began appearing in the pages of the New York newspapers.   It is my intent to document as much of this squabble (without commentary except to clarify certain matters to our devoted readers) as I am able, which is dependent upon the availability of the newspaper articles involved.

In the Autumn of 1847 Carey & Hart published a book under the title "Washington and the Generals of the Revolution", which I had edited and had written about one third, for little money and no reputation.  A few months prior to this a similar book by Mr. Headley had been published by Baker & Scribner.  In explanation of this "coincidence" Carey & Hart had attached the following preface to my volume:


The publishers deem it a duty they owe to the public, to explain the cause of the nearly simultaneous issue of two works, corresponding very closely in name and appearance, but by different authors and from different houses.  They cannot explain it more fairly than by giving the following extract from their letter to the Rev. J. T. Headley, written last September, requesting him to undertake the authorship of these volumes, viz:

“PHILADELPHIA. Sept. 9, 1846
          “We have had in contemplation the publication of a work to be entitled “The Generals of the American Revolution,” to make one or two 12mo. Volumes and should like to know if you would be willing to undertake the authorship of it.  It you feel inclined to do so, please let us know your terms.”

          Also an extract from his reply, viz:

          “STOCKBRIDGE, Mass. Sept. 21, 1846.
          “I have just received your favor of the 9th inst.  I scarcely know what to say in reply, as I do not yet know what my engagements will be for the winter.…but before I undertake it, I shall want to inquire respecting the materials for it, and whether they are easily accessible.  I am afraid the archives of the separate States will have to be searched.  There is another consideration; whether it would be better for me as an author to write such a work….I shall return to New-York in a week or two, when I shall decide on what I undertake.”

          From the above letter, it will be perceived, the Rev. J. T. Headley states that he could not then decide whether to undertake such a production, as he did not know that it would add to his reputation as an author, or that he could obtain the requisite materials without searching the archives of the separate states.  Since the date of that letter, however, he has not written a line to the publishers; though they suggested the idea of the work to him, he has arranged with Messrs. Baker and Scribner, of New York, (who were perfectly aware of the circumstances of his correspondence on the subject with Carey and Hart,) for its publication.
          The publishers have only to add that, as they were the originators of the work, their suggestions in regard to it should not have been used by Rev. J. T. Headley, for his own benefit or that of any other house, without first giving them notice and obtaining their consent.  As well might a publisher make use of a MS submitted for publication by an author, by appropriating that author’s ideas in the preparation of a similar work, while he should be under the impression and expectation that the publisher was deciding upon the merits of his literary labours.
                                               Philadelphia, 1847.
The whole correspondence, in reference to this work, between the Rev. J. T. Headley, Messrs. Baker & Scribner, and the publishers, can be seen at the store of Messrs. Carey & Hart, 126 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia.


Feeling his "good name" had by the import of this preface been besmirched, Mr. Headley in retaliation wrote the following letter, which appeared in the New York Courier & Enquirer for November 2nd, 1847:

                We give place to the following letter, simply as an act of justice to Mr. HEADLEY, not desiring or designing to take any part in the controversy.

To the Editors of the Courier & Enquirer:
                GENTLEMEN,--As I have been unwillingly dragged before the public by a portion of the press, and accused of dishonesty in the publication of my “Washington and his Generals,” will you do me the favor to allow a word of explanation in your columns?  Messrs. Carey & Hart of Philadelphia have issued a work bearing a similar title and copied after mine in form, size, binding, &c. so closely that no one can doubt their intentions.  In doing this they have found it necessary, in order to exculpate themselves, to assail me with heavy charges which have been repeated and enforced in several of the papers.  They say in their introduction that they cannot explain this course more fairly than by giving the following extracts from our correspondence on the subject.  The following are the extracts they give:--

                                “PHILADELPHIA, Sept. 9, 1846.
                “We have had in contemplation the publication of a work to be entitled “The Generals of the American Revolution.” to make one or two 12mo. volumes and should like to know if you would be willing to undertake the authorship of it.  If you feel inclined to do so, please let us know your terms.”

                Also an extract from my reply, viz:--

                                “STOCKBRIDGE. MASS., Sept. 21, 1846.
                “I have just rec’d your favor of the 9th inst.  I scarcely know what to say in reply, as I do not yet know what my engagements will be for the winter; …but before I undertake it I shall want to inquire respecting the materials for it, and whether they are easily accessible.  I am afraid the archives of the separate States will have to be searched.  There is another consideration; whether it would be better for me as an author to write such a work…I shall return to New York in a week or two, when I shall decide on what I undertake.”

                They then state that—

                “Since the date of that letter, however, he has not written a single line to the publishers; though they suggested the idea of the work to him, he has arranged with Messrs. Baker and Scribner, of New York, (who were perfectly aware of the circumstances of his correspondence on the subject with Carey & Hart,) for its publication.
                “The publishers have only to add, that as they were the originators of the work, their suggestions in regard to it should not have been used by the Rev. J.T. Headley, for his own benefit or that of any other house, without first giving them notice and obtaining their consent.  As well might a publisher make use of a MS submitted to him for publication by an author, by appropriating that author’s ideas in the preparation of a similar work, while he should be under the impression and expectation that the publisher was deciding upon the merits of his literary labors.
                “Philadelphia, 1847.”

                Messrs. Carey & Hart here distinctly assert that they suggested an entirely new work to me, and that, while they supposed I was deliberating on their proposals, I coolly appropriated their plan and made arrangements with another house.  To substantiate this charge of dishonesty they adduce my letter as the proof and the only proof.  Now to show the nature of this proof, and where the dishonesty and falsehood rest, I give the letter as written by me, that it may be compared with the extract made by them:--

“STOCKBRIDGE. MASS., Sept. 21, 1846.
                “I have just rec’d your favor of the 9th inst., forwarded from New York.  I scarcely know what to say in reply, as I do not yet know what my engagements will be for the winter;   I have had such a work as the one you propose to publish in contemplation for some time; last spring I was spoken to on the subject in New York, but before I can undertake it I shall want to inquire respecting the materials for it, and whether they are easily accessible.  I am afraid the archives of the different States will have to be searched.  There is another consideration; whether it would be better for me as an author to write such a work,” &c.

                Thus it is seen that they have endeavored to suborn a witness, in order to make it sustain a false accusation.  They quote a letter intended to prove that I had acknowledged them to be the originators of the book;--yet that very letter asserts my claim to it in the strongest manner.  They cite the letter to prove by my confession, their priority over any other house; that letter informs them I had already been spoken to on the subject.  And yet, with this letter in their hands, with all these facts before them, they have publicly claimed the idea of the book as their own, charged me with having dishonestly appropriated it to my own useland benefit, and then, to sustain these charges, have garbled the very letter which refutes them all!  Among honorable men such an act would stamp the author of it with lasting disgrace.
                With regard to the abstract question, who suggested the work, it is too ridiculous to be entertained a moment.  Every one who has taken the trouble to think on the subject at all, believes that “Washington and his Generals,” grew out of “Napoleon and his Marshalls.”  The materials of our revolutionary history are not new—they have been lying ready for use for more than half a century, and their being taken up and put in this particular form just now, is owing entirely to the success of “Napoleon and his Marshalls.”  Indeed many of the newspapers which noticed the last mentioned work, formally suggested that I should take up our own military chieftains.  It is worthy of note, by the way, that Carey & Hart have copied that work throughout in the manner of getting up their own, and also appropriated a part of my title “Washington and his Generals,” when they confess in their note that their book was to be called “The Generals of the Revolution.”  Another man in Philadelphia, I am told, has accused me of obtaining my plan from him;--at least, subsequent to the appearance of mine, he published a book with the same title.
                Now I wish it distinctly understood that the claims of these gentlemen, however much urged, and their publications on me of similar works, however injurious, could not have provoked a public reply, had not several influential papers reiterated their accusations.  I must confess my surprise that so respectable a journal as the Richmond Enquirer, should be one of them.  I must protest against this freedom of a certain portion of the press in dragging my private affairs before the public, and thus forcing me into a contest as absurd as it is annoying.  Especially must I protest against this reckless decision on my conduct from an exparte statement.  The Literary World has made itself prominent in this affair, and for the benefit of those who have hitherto considered it a fair literary journal, I would state that the articles on the subject have been written chiefly, if not wholly, by Rufus W. Griswold, who wrote the first sixty pages of Carey & Hart’s book, and who for certain considerations, growing out of his connection with these publishers, has undertaken their defence in New York.  Mr. Hoffman has lent the Literary World to this interested person, and while he has given him his columns, has made the proprietors pay him also for his articles.  Mr. Hoffman, also wrote, I am credibly informed, a portion of the work himself, and a portion too, which in a recent number of his paper, was declared to be written with “spirit, judgement and grace.”  But I will forbear as I design soon to make through another channel disclosures respecting the joint labours of these literary gentlemen, which will surprise them as much as their friends.                                                                   Very respectfully and truly yours,

                                                                                     J.T. HEADLEY.

Around 8 o'clock that evening I was informed by Charles F. Briggs of this attack upon my dear friend, the esteemed poet Charles Fenno Hoffman, and me, and I immediately put pen to paper in reply...

TO BE CONTINUED.

Monday, August 25, 2014

A Poem by Toby Trinculo (That's me!)


It seems I have been in luck this year. Because of the great efforts put forth by Ann Neilson of the Materialistic Maiden, we have discovered yet another of my poems. This little gem was stumbled upon accidentally when she and I had purchased a two volume set of the Ladies' Companion. This esteemed literary magazine published two other poems of mine, if you will recall, and the poem I soon will present was discovered only thanks to the purchase Ann and I had made. Unfortunately, the volume and issue this poem is in is no where to be found online, being Volume VIII, November 1837 issue.

Note that my name, Rufus W. Griswold, is listed by the poem in the Table of Contents, however I sign my poem with "Trinculo." It is quite peculiar; I am not sure what was going through my mind when I did this. Also, I have not the foggiest idea whether this poem was written for my dearest wife, Caroline, or a young miss I was seeking out. I digress.

Without further ado, I present my newly rediscovered poem.


Original.

TO ANGELINE

TEACHING ME QUADRILLE.

While by thy chair I gazing stand,
To learn to win a vole,
Thy eyes, thy lips, thy form, thy hand
From cards distract my soul.
Yet what avails those lips to praise,
And not their sweets to prove?
Or fondly on those eyes to gaze,
And meet no look of love?

Thus doth the beggar view with sighs
The lofty gilded dome;
Yet hopes not, as he shivering lies,
Within its walls to come.
If thou must needs instructress turn,
Oh, teach a nobler art,--
Teach me to make thy bosom burn,
And melt thy frozen heart.

TRINCULO



Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Another Possible Griswold Poem?


This poem, published anonymously in “The Ladies Companion”for April, 1840, was recently discovered and brought to my attention by AnnNeilson of the Materialistic Maiden blog, for whose tireless efforts and unparalleled charms we are eternally grateful.  The mists of death and time have fogged my memory but it seems to me that I may have written this poem for my own beloved Caroline.  I will let my readers be the judge, but it most definitely resembles my work in both versification and in theme.  I have searched in vain for some confirmation as to the author’s identity.

Original.

SONNET.—TO CAROLINE.

YEARS have rolled onwards, gentle Caroline,
Since the last time beneath the old oak tree,
I gazed with love on beauty, and on thee,
And dared to worship at so fair a shrine!
Dost recollect the scene?  The silver moon
Rode, proud and peerless, in the spangled sky;
The air was music, and its low sweet tune,
Breathed but of peace, of love and melody.
Yes! all was smiling, and fond memory brings,
That sweetest parting, days of gloom to cheer,
O’er sorrow’s darkness bright effulgence flings,
And by its magic smoothes my brow of care.
But ah! ‘tis hard to muse on vanish’d hours,
And see the thorns remain, while fade the flowers!


It sure smells of my work, do you not think?


Yet Another of My Forgotten Poems

For those who thought the deluge of rarely seen poetry from the pen of the great and powerful Griswold had dried up, fear not!, for our dear friend, the intrepid Ann Neilson of the Materialistic Maiden blog has unearthed this beautiful gem, written shortly after the death of my first and one true love, Caroline.

It was published in 1844's "The Cypress Wreath: A Book of Consolation for Those Who Mourn", edited by yours truly.  In my modesty I did not credit myself for the poem in my own volume, but it was later attributed to me when republished in an 1865 anthology entitled "Leaves of Consolation For the Afflicted, or Voices From the Silent Land".


WEEP NOT FOR THE PAST.

WEEP not for the past; ‘tis a dream that is fled;
Its sunshine has vanished, its garlands are dead;
Deep, deep in its shadows bright hopes are laid low;
O, call them not back to the land whence they go.
They came as the light that may gleam from on high,
From the wing of some spirit that passes us by,
So gently, we deemed that the fetters of earth
Had fallen away for a holier birth;
And they passed—but a voice lingers yet on the ear
In accents that fall from some sunnier sphere,
“Weep not, child of sorrow, for hopes that were thine;
Unblest are the gifts of an UNHALLOWED shrine.
Thy idol was earthly—thy life star has set;
Bright stars are in HEAVEN, that beam for thee yet!”
Weep not for the past, though it hold in its gloom
Loved forms that have sunk to their rest in the tomb,
Fond voices that rang in the laugh of the song,
And faces that smiled as they flitted along;
O, call them not back! for they went in their mirth,
Ere their hearts had been chilled by one frost of this earth;
And ‘tis sweet to lie down with the song yet unsung,
And wake its first notes in a heavenly tongue!
Then yield not to sorrow; life has not a day
That gives not some sunbeam to lighten our way;
But cull from the past, from each blessing that dies,
A gem to illumine the crown for the skies.
The future is o’er us; the present is ours,
To shroud it in sadness, or gild it with flowers;
To sink on life’s ocean, or find on its wave
A halo that wakes e’en the gloom of the grave.


Ah...They don't write them like that anymore, folks.



Monday, July 28, 2014

Two Additional Poems


Hello again, friends.  What an exciting time it is in Griswoldia.  I am very pleased to present yet more samples of my poetry, these ones written when I was in my very early twenties.  You will see that they display the burgeoning powers that would be more evident in my later works, already posted on this very blog.

We would like, again and always, to express our deepest gratitude to the brilliant and beautiful Ann Neilson of the Materialistic Maiden blog for her tireless efforts in uncovering these forgotten gems from my beloved pen. Were it not for her, these poems would still languish in obscurity.

My other poetry can be found here, here, here and here.


This first poem was printed in the August 1837 number of "The Ladies Companion and Literary Expositor":

          Original.

          THE MIDNIGHT WIND.

          BY RUFUS W. GRISWOLD

‘Tis midnight, and the gentle air
   Comes through the open lattice now,
And waves aside the thin dark hair
   That mantles o’er my burning brow.
The midnight air! Oh, now it brings
Healing upon its dewy wings;

The garniture of pleasant hills—
   The vales in beauty spreading wide,
Along which play a thousand rills,
   Whose waters, as they onward glide,
To mingle with the flowing river,
Are filled with melody for ever;

The moon that looks upon the deep,
   Whose waves beneath its beams are bright
As cloudless skies in summer sleep
   When studded with the stars of night,
And every billow sending high
A rival glory to the sky;

The flowers, the rich and gorgeous flowers,
   Upon whose leaves the dews distil,
Amid a thousand fairy bowers,
   And earth and air with perfume fill,
And every bright and joyous thing
That to this pleasant world doth cling;

All, all, oh balmy air, in thee
   Seem sweetly blended, as e’en now
From vale and hill and moonlit sea,
   Though visitest my fevered brow;
And mingling with my fitful breath,
Thou seem’st a victor over death.

Rockaway Pavilion.


This next piece was printed in the same literary journal mentioned above, but in September of 1837.

           Original.

          SONNET.

          BY RUFUS W. GRISWOLD.

                “It seems but yesterday,” said Dacre, “that we played our childish games together.  Now lie they in that tomb, and no memorial reminds those who are left, that such men ever lived.  Indeed, we do ‘fade as a leaf.”

HERE were they born, where now their ashes lie,
   From here went forth upon their pilgrimage,
And reaped earth’s pleasures, and returned to die.
   Such are men’s histories in every age:
Thus do they live, and thus they pass away.
   At morn they bud, and at meridian bloom,
And ere has passed from earth the sun’s last ray
   They sleep neglected in the mouldering tomb.
They rise, like shadows, on time’s tossing wave,
   They float, like bubbles, on her troubled stream,
And then they sink into oblivion’s grave,
   Their lives are fleeting as a summer’s dream.
And all are gone—the evil and the just—
Earth unto earth returns, and dust goes back to dust.

You are welcome...



Tuesday, July 15, 2014

One Additional Poem


Following the avalanche of responses we have received since posting, only yesterday, a precious handful of my rediscovered verse, I am pleased to be able to publish this trifle from my pen, written when still a young bachelor.  Thanks again to Ann Neilson of the Materialistic Maiden blog for her invaluable support and assistance in the miraculous recovery of my poetry.


This was written when my debts were high and my income was low, or during what I like to call my Edgar Allan Poe years.  It was published in the Olean Advocate for August 27, 1836, exactly thirty one years to the day before my tragic demise.

'Tis true I've been improvident,
     'Tis true I've been unwise:
But then, to be forever dunned,
     My patience sorely tries.

Let others sing, in glowing strains
     The pains of being shunned,
But I am sure still to endure
     The torments of the dunned!

My coat is of the latest cut,
     My hat, the very ton:
My boots turn up their graceful toes--
     Alas, they're not my own.

Oh, how I wish the joys I knew,
     The joys of being of shunned--
But I am sure still to endure
     The torments of the dunned!