The Rev. Hugh
Blair (1718-1800) was a Presbyterian minister who taught rhetoric at the
University of Edinburgh. He was, with David Hume and Adam Smith, a member of
that city’s Poker Club, one of the Scottish Enlightenment’s informal think tanks.
Boswell reports Dr. Johnson saying of him: “I love Blair’s Sermons. Though the
dog is a Scotchman and a Presbyterian, and everything he should not be, I was
the first to praise them. Such was my candour, (smiling.)” Blair’s best-known
work is Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles
Lettres (1783), in which he vigorously commends the writing style of a
fellow clergyman:
“Few writers
have discovered more capacity. He treats every subject which he handles,
whether serious or ludicrous, in a masterly manner. He knew, almost, beyond any
man, the Purity, the Extent, the Precision of the English Language; and,
therefore, to such as wish to attain a pure and correct Style, he is one of the
most useful models. But we must not look for much ornament and grace in his
Language. His haughty and morose genius, made him despise any embellishment of
this kind as beneath his dignity. He delivers his sentiments in a plain,
downright, positive manner, like the one who is sure he is in the right; and is
very indifferent whether you be pleased or not.”
The “haughty
and morose genius” is Jonathan Swift, whose 350th birthday we
celebrate today. If we could still apprentice ourselves to master craftsmen,
and our trade is writing, Swift is the sanest choice of mentors. Nothing in
excess, no filigree or fluff, the object is always clarity and precision. The
following passage is from the Sixth Letter in The Drapier’s Letters (1724-25).
The issue will seem remote. Swift is objecting to the inferior quality of
the coinage being forced on the people of Ireland by England. The Irish are his
audience for these pamphlets. Swift was rousing the rabble, and his agitation
was successful. The proposal was withdrawn and Swift, born in Dublin, became an
Irish hero. Here is a sample:
“There is a
vein of industry and parsimony, that runs through the whole people of England,
which, added to the easiness of their rents, makes them rich and sturdy. As to
Ireland, they know little more of it than they do of Mexico: farther than that
it is a country subject to the king of England, full of bogs, inhabited by wild
Irish papists, who are kept in awe by mercenary troops sent from thence: and
their general opinion is, that it were better for England if this whole island
were sunk into the sea: for they have a tradition, that every forty years there
must be a rebellion in Ireland.”
Swift is popularly
regarded as the author of one book, Gulliver’s
Travels, which is like remembering Shakespeare solely for “Venus and
Adonis.” His output was prolific and varied. Blair’s observation that Swift “delivers
his sentiments in a plain, downright, positive manner” applies to his verse as
well as his prose. This is from “On Poetry: A Rhapsody” (1733):
“In bulk
there are not more degrees
From
elephants to mites in cheese,
Than what a
curious eye may trace
In creatures
of the rhyming race.
From bad to
worse, and worse they fall;
But who can
reach the worst of all?”
One measure
of Swift’s genius is the frequency with which his name is enlisted as a synonym
for satire and irony: “Swiftian,” through laziness, has become a cliché. As the
eminent literary critic Mickey Sabbath puts it: “The professors are always
schlepping in Swift to defend some farshtunkeneh
nobody.”
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