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' NERVOUSNESS. 299<br />

easily if necessary cut down into two with some additions, and<br />

the other likewise has some passages which, if too long, will<br />

go into some other literary article. A good literary article shall<br />

be in every number. For the love of God no chill slow ' Noctes '<br />

for few, if anybody, liked them, and many hated them. That<br />

was my fault, or rather my misfortune.<br />

It would be vain to hope that such a beatific state<br />

of affairs could last. Wilson, it is evident, retired to<br />

the country, as many have done, with a certainty that<br />

in the leisure and quiet he could do wonderful things ;<br />

but the open air, and the summer, and the hundred<br />

inducements to idle and to wander, were too many for<br />

him, and winter and the long evenings seemed then the<br />

only hope. But by times everything failed, and in-<br />

dolence, or dilatoriness, or " nervousness," not then as<br />

now so tremendous an agency in men's lives, got the<br />

better of him once more. Things came now and then<br />

to such a dreadful pitch that a Magazine appeared<br />

without him — that is, without anything from his<br />

hand. He writes in startled admiration and wonder<br />

of this strange fact, not without a faint tone of injury,<br />

though quite aware it is his own fault. " Let the<br />

Doctor [Maginn] do all kinds of clever things for<br />

' Maga' this time," he says ; " there should be a new,<br />

striking, delightful, and conclusive preface, which M.<br />

and L. can do very well without W."<br />

Another cry of compunction follows :<br />

John Wilson to W. Blackwood.<br />

I have passed several very unhappy days in the thought of<br />

acting badly towards you and the Magazine. I declare it to be<br />

utterly impossible for me to write either on Dalton or a ' Noctes.'<br />

Here have I sat for two hours in vain, unable to write a sylla-<br />

ble. If it were otherwise, you know that I would strain every<br />

nerve to do it. It seems silly and unaccountable, but it is<br />

—<br />

;

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