Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,188 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works.

Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,188 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works.

There is another kind of application to which editors, or those supposed to have access to them, are liable, and which often proves trying and painful.  One is appealed to in behalf of some person in needy circumstances who wishes to make a living by the pen.  A manuscript accompanying the letter is offered for publication.  It is not commonly brilliant, too often lamentably deficient.  If Rachel’s saying is true, that “fortune is the measure of intelligence,” then poverty is evidence of limited capacity which it too frequently proves to be, notwithstanding a noble exception here and there.  Now an editor is a person under a contract with the public to furnish them with the best things he can afford for his money.  Charity shown by the publication of an inferior article would be like the generosity of Claude Duval and the other gentlemen highwaymen, who pitied the poor so much they robbed the rich to have the means of relieving them.

Though I am not and never was an editor, I know something of the trials to which they are submitted.  They have nothing to do but to develope enormous calluses at every point of contact with authorship.  Their business is not a matter of sympathy, but of intellect.  They must reject the unfit productions of those whom they long to befriend, because it would be a profligate charity to accept them.  One cannot burn his house down to warm the hands even of the fatherless and the widow.

THE PROFESSOR UNDER CHLOROFORM.

—­You haven’t heard about my friend the Professor’s first experiment in the use of anaesthetics, have you?

He was mightily pleased with the reception of that poem of his about the chaise.  He spoke to me once or twice about another poem of similar character he wanted to read me, which I told him I would listen to and criticize.

One day, after dinner, he came in with his face tied up, looking very red in the cheeks and heavy about the eyes.—­Hy’r’ye?—­he said, and made for an arm-chair, in which he placed first his hat and then his person, going smack through the crown of the former as neatly as they do the trick at the circus.  The Professor jumped at the explosion as if he had sat down on one of those small CALTHROPS our grandfathers used to sow round in the grass when there were Indians about,—­iron stars, each ray a rusty thorn an inch and a half long,—­stick through moccasins into feet,—­cripple ’em on the spot, and give ’em lockjaw in a day or two.

At the same time he let off one of those big words which lie at the bottom of the best man’s vocabulary, but perhaps never turn up in his life,—­just as every man’s hair may stand on end, but in most men it never does.

After he had got calm, he pulled out a sheet or two of manuscript, together with a smaller scrap, on which, as he said, he had just been writing an introduction or prelude to the main performance.  A certain suspicion had come into my mind that the Professor was not quite right, which was confirmed by the way he talked; but I let him begin.  This is the way he read it:-

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