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Page(92) ?> The effects of such mighty historic movements are seen instantly in Revolutionary prose and poetry; and we shall better appreciate these if we contrast them with the record of the preceding period. A wide reader of Colonial literature notes two general characteristics: its narrowness and its isolation. Almost every writer dwells apart from the world; his book is as a voice crying in the wilderness; and life seems to him only a pilgrimage, a brief day of preparation for eternity. Hence poetry, history and biography are all alike theological, that is, they interpret the human in terms Page(93) ?> of the divine life. In Revolutionary literature there is no isolation, but rather a splendid sense of comradeship, strong and loyal. When the Colonies draw near together, after the Stamp Act, they find themselves one in spirit. Otis and Henry voice the thought and feeling of a multitude; Hamilton and Jefferson appeal not only to the new nation but to the men of every land who have pondered the problems of democracy. Even in the satires of Freneau, in the ballads of Hopkinson against the Tories, and of Odell against the Patriots, there is no sense of solitariness; for each writer is but the voice of a great party which cherishes the same ideals and follows the same leader.
As American literature thus emerges from its isolation, we note instantly that it has become more practical, more worldly, more intent on solving the problems of the present than of the future life. In nearly all books of the period the center of interest shifts from heaven to earth; theology gives way to politics; and the spiritual yearnings of an earlier age, which reached a climax in Jonathan Edwards, are replaced by the shrewd, practical "philosophy of common sense," with Benjamin Franklin as its chief apostle.
Not only the spirit but the form also of literature is
changed in the Revolutionary period. The great social
movement which we have outlined gave rise to
numerous newspapers and magazines,
Footnote("At Boston, in 1690, appeared Public Occurrences , our
first newspaper. Its editor promised that it should
appear \"once a month, or oftener if any glut of
occurrences happen.\" This poor literary infant gave
some political offense, and was promptly suppressed by
the Legislature. The first regular weekly, The Boston
News Letter , appeared in 1704, almost a century after
the first English settlement; and as late as 1750 only
a few weeklies could be found here. Then, within a few
years, scores of newspapers and magazines made their
appearance (see Thomas, History of Printing in
America ).") ?>
with their poems, satires, essays,
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Just as the new social life brought forth this
ephemeral
One of the first things we note in the poetry of the Revolution is that it is often cheapened and vulgarized by being devoted to the service of politics, as was English literature in the days of Swift and Addison. We should expect an oration or a political essay of the period to bristle with arguments; but in the realm of poetry we expect better things, and are disappointed to find that lyrics and ballads, satires and ambitious epics, are all alike intended, not to voice the emotions of a nation, but rather to serve as an arsenal in which Patriots or Tories shall find weapons to hurl at the heads of their political enemies.
Another marked characteristic of the poetry of the age
is its imitativeness, its bondage to fashion.
Footnote("Literature, no less than dress, is often ruled by
fashion. Many English prose writers of Elizabethan
times thought that they must write in the wretchedly
involved style of Lyly's Euphues . Later, poets must
have a \"metaphysical\" style and write like Donne. In
Revolutionary times English and American poets imitated
Pope's rimed couplets, and essayists copied the
\"elegance\" of Addison.") ?>
The thought is sometimes
original, and the setting is generally American, but
the style and phraseology are usually only slavish
copies of British originals. Thus, one of the most
notable American poems of the eighteenth century was the
Philosophic
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Solitude of William Livingston. The author was a
soldier in the French and Indian Wars, a member of the
Continental Congress, a war governor of New Jersey
during the
1 From Philosophic Solitude (1747). The same imitation of Pope is seen in another famous poem, Barlow's Hasty Pudding (1796).
A far cry this from the gloom and terror of Wigglesworth's Day of Doom , which has, at least, the two virtues of being sincere and of reflecting a true side of the Puritan imagination. These endless rimed couplets have two chief faults: they are artificial, and they give false impression of the mothers of the Revolution. One has hardly read a dozen lines before he knows that Livingston has merely taken Pope's Rape of the Lock and given it an American setting.
Because of the political turmoil of the age, a large
part of Revolutionary verse is devoted to satire. Here
again our writers follow the English poets of the
eighteenth
1 From Freneau, "The Country Printer."
To the student, the most interesting thing in Revolutionary poetry is the new and vibrant note of nationality. Songs and ballads appeared in countless numbers; satires fairly peppered the columns of every Patriot newspaper; and all alike voiced the national spirit of the first Continental Congress. A score of verses from different sections might easily be quoted, but a single illustration must suffice. At the period of which we are writing, one of the most popular songs in England was David Garrick's sailor chantey, the chorus of which ran:
PoemStart() ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "Hearts of oak are our ships, ", "") ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "Gallant tars are our men;", "") ?> PoemLine("L2", "", "We always are ready;", "") ?> PoemLine("L2", "", "Steady, boys, steady!", "") ?> PoemEnd() ?>In the Virginia Gazette of May 2, 1766, when the Colonies were all aflame over the Stamp Act, appeared a parody on this "English Hearts of Oak." Though the title remained intact, the verses warned England that crossing the ocean had not changed the Saxon spirit, and that a lion's whelp is a lion, no matter where he happens to be born. One of the stanzas ran:
PoemStart() ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "On our brow while we laurel-crowned liberty wear, ", "") ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "What Englishmen ought, we Americans dare: ", "") ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "Though tempest and terrors around us we see, ", "") ?> PoemLine("L0", "", "Bribes nor fears can prevail over hearts that are free.", "") ?> PoemLine("L4", "", "Hearts of oak are we still,", "") ?> PoemLine("L4", "", "For we're sons of those men", "") ?> PoemLine("L5", "", "Who always are2 Duyckink, Cyclopedia of American Literature .
Page(97) ?> Ten years later, on the eve of conflict, the song was parodied by another Virginian, and now it was called "American Hearts of Oak." The meaning of the changed title is obvious. The verses, and indeed all the songs of the period, are echoes of Patrick Henry's passionate declaration: "I am not a Virginian; I am an American." Footnote("From a speech at the opening of the First Continental Congress, 1774.") ?>
Individuality is perhaps the first
quality of Revolutionary prose. For the orators and
statesmen have this advantage over the poets, that a
man dares to be himself, instead of a copy of Pope or
some other literary fashion. When we read such poems as
Livingston's Solitude , or Dwight's Conquest of Canaan ,
or Barlow's Columbiad , there is nothing whatever in the
style to suggest that the first was written by a
doughty Whig champion, the second by a college
president, and the third by a versatile minister,
lawyer, land speculator and politician. If by some
chance the poems had been found among Dwight's
manuscripts, the world would never suspect, from
internal evidence, that the godly Yale president had
not written all three tiresome effusions. But one who
reads Franklin's Autobiography , or Woolman's Journal ,
or Paine's Common Sense , knows instantly what manner of
man is speaking; knows also that Franklin could not by
any possibility have written the spiritual Journal , or
Paine the self-satisfied Autobiography . And so with the
other prose writers, Lee, Adams, Quincy, Mayhew,
Jefferson,
Almost as notable as this individuality of Revolutionary prose writers is another trait, a kind of "commonwealth quality," arising from community of interests on the one hand, and from a man's profound sense of responsibility to his fellows on the other. If the lonely Colonial writers impress us as voices crying in the wilderness, the Revolutionary Page(98) ?> authors seem like men speaking in a great assembly; and their words have power because they voice the thought and aspiration of a multitude. For a new problem has been suddenly thrust upon the Colonies by the Revolution. It is the problem of forming one union out of many states, of making one government out of many factions, of bringing a multitude of all sorts and conditions of men into national peace and harmony. Hence the orators and prose writers, if they are to help solve that mighty problem, must appeal to the love of freedom and the sense of justice which lie deep in the hearts of men; they must emphasize ideals which are acknowledged by rich and poor, wise and ignorant; and, like Bradford, they must have an eye single to the truth in all things.
That they felt their responsibility, that they used
voice and pen nobly in the service of the nation, is
evident enough to one who reads even a part of the
prose literature appearing between Henry's impassioned
"Liberty or Death" speech and Washington's calm and
noble "Farewell Address" to his people. Clearness,
force, restraint; here a touch of humor, when the
crowd must be coaxed; there a sudden exaltation of
soul, when the old Saxon ideal of liberty is
This Revolutionary prose belongs largely to the "literature of knowledge" and is seldom found in literary textbooks; but it is well to remember two things concerning it: that it began with our national life; and that it reflects a strong, original and creative impulse of the American mind. It was as if Democracy, silent for untold ages, had at last found a voice, and the voice spoke, not doubtfully, fearfully, but in trumpet tones of Page(99) ?> prophecy. It gave the startled old world something new and vital to think about; and it is quite as remarkable in its way as are the forest and sea romances of Cooper, which surprised and delighted all Europe a half century later.