ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN (1841 - 1901)

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LETTERS TO THE PRESS (15)

 

James Read

 

[On the evening of Monday, 25th June, 1894, the body of Florence Dennis, aged 23, was discovered in a brook near the village of Prittlewell. She had died from a single bullet wound to the head. Miss Dennis was eight months pregnant and had been staying with her sister, Mrs. Ayriss, in Southend and on her sister’s evidence at the inquest, James Canham Read, a married man who had had a relationship with Miss Dennis, was arrested for the murder. As well as Read’s home in Stepney where he had a wife and several children (accounts varied from four to eight), he also rented another house in Mitcham, under the name Mr. Benson, where he was living with another woman, Miss Kempton, with their young child. In the course of the trial it was revealed that he had also had a relationship with Mrs. Ayriss and was probably the father of one of her children. Read was not a very sympathetic character but maintained throughout the trial that he was innocent of the crime. He was convicted on purely circumstantial evidence and was executed on 4th December, 1894.

Buchanan’s letter was published in The Daily Chronicle and was also copied in full in The Essex County Standard, West Suffolk Gazette and Eastern Counties’ Advertiser and The Bristol Mercury and Daily Post. I feel it should also be noted that Buchanan wrote the letter at the end of November, 1894 - the day before he was due back in the Bankruptcy Court and a little over three weeks since his mother’s death.

The newspapers, both national and provincial, followed the story of James Read avidly, and for the sake of adding some background to the case I have placed the accounts of the trial from The Essex County Standard and Reynolds’s Newspaper below.]

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The Essex County Standard

         Read’s Trial: page 1         page 2 
               (17 November, 1894)                 

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Reynolds’s Newspaper

Read’s Trial
(18 November, 1894)

The Pall Mall Gazette (16 November, 1894)

     There rests not a shadow of doubt upon the verdict which the jury found in the Southend murder case. Not one circumstantial link was missing in the chain connecting the crime with the convict Read. The defence was wild and imaginary; its theory was extravagant and unsupported by a single fact of evidence, and its coincidences were too remarkable to influence judge or jury for a moment. Beyond question James Read murdered Florence Dennis in the most horrible circumstances and in the coldest blood. His reasons for the act were obvious, the outcome of an extremely vicious, cruel life. His career was an infamous career of seduction. He added victim to victim without scruple, and, hardened in the end by his own successful villainies, conceived the idea of ridding himself of the woman who had become a burden to him, in order the better to satisfy his evil passion for another. Rarely is so squalid a case discovered in our courts. To be guilty of such infamy a man must lack even the first elements of humanity. When the girl’s condition claimed his remorseful pity and his aid he could think of nothing better than a bloody butchery. If there was ever a criminal worthy of the rope it is James Canham Read.

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The Freeman’s Journal (Dublin) (30 November, 1894 - p.4)

     Mr. Robert Buchanan, alleged poet, appears in the newspapers in two somewhat different capacities. In a characteristic letter to the Daily Chronicle he demands the release of the murderer, James Canham Read, the vilest murderer of modern times, of whose guilt the judge and jury had no shadow of doubt, but whom the cocksure Mr. Buchanan proclaims innocent. In another part of the paper the bankruptcy is announced of Mr. Buchanan—debts £15,000, assets nil. It is estimated that his literary income ran close up to two thousand a year, which makes the bankruptcy the less creditable. One would have fancied that his domestic trouble would have diverted his attention for the time being from the vile murderer Read. But Mr. Buchanan is not like the rest of men. We should be glad to have his creditors’ private opinion on the performance.

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Aberdeen Evening Express (30 November, 1894 - p.2)

     THERE are some people in this world who cannot be cowed by adversity. For several months Mr Robert Buchanan, novelist, poet, and general caretaker of public morals, has been under the protecting and watchful eye of the Bankruptcy Court. He has now obtained a discharge on condition that he sets aside one half of his income after £900 a year, until his creditors receive 7s 6d in the pound. Mr Buchanan’s case is not, perhaps, a very exceptional one. He just lived far beyond his income. He speculated, he even indulged in a bet occasionally; but all these matters are quite ordinary accompaniments of bankruptcy. But what singles out Mr Buchanan is the impudent assurance with which he lectures the British public on their lack of morality. If anyone scratches Mr Buchanan he is on his high-horse at once; and if he takes up the cause of a criminal, then everyone who differs from him is at once declared to be utterly destitute of any capacity to understand wrong from right. It will be remembered that over the Maybrick case Mr Buchanan became quite hysterical, abusing judge and jury and a lethargic public in the choicest of Buchananese. Now he has got the Southend murderer on hand. Mr Buchanan, of course, holds that the jury were altogether wrong in returning a verdict of guilty. James Canham Read is, in the eyes of Mr Buchanan, a much injured man. The crime has not been brought home to him, and he declares that if Read is executed “he will have been sacrificed to the Mænads of English morality, not to the stern spirit of Justice which cried ‘a life for a life.’” Hysterical rot of this kind can be repeated too often, and Mr Buchanan is one who has exhausted everybody’s forbearance with his emotional humbug. It is high time that some of Mr Buchanan’s personal friends, if he has any, should undertake the responsibility of telling him that when the British public are desirous of being instructed on questions of morality they will seek a safer guide than Robert Buchanan, poet and novelist.

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The Essex County Standard (1 December, 1894 - p.3)

MR. ROBERT BUCHANAN INTERCEDES
FOR THE CONVICT.

“ANOTHER VICTIM WHOSE GUILT HAS NOT
BEEN PROVED.”

     Mr. Robert Buchanan, the well known poet and writer, has addressed the following letter to the Press, dated Nov. 28:—I have waited silently from day to day in the hope that some more authoritative voice than mine might be raised in protest against the judicial murder which will take place, unless the royal prerogative is exercised, on Tuesday next. To my surprise and sorrow, the leading newspapers are still silent concerning the sentence of death pronounced on James Canham Read, the reputed murderer of Florence Dennis. I say the “reputed” murderer, because in my opinion, and in that of many thinking men, the Crown failed utterly to establish its case against the prisoner. Every one who has followed the case for himself, or who has read the admirable letter of “An ex-Chief of Police” in a contemporary, must admit that the chain of so-called circumstantial evidence was imperfect in many of its links. If the life of a human being is to be taken on such evidence as that, no English citizen is safe, and the hideous and barbaric system of judicial murder, which is already the despair of those who work for human civilization, will have secured for itself another victim whose guilt has not been proved.

IMMORALITY NOT A CAPITAL OFFENCE.

     In such a case as the present, in every case which involves the exaction of the extreme penalty, it is infinitely better that a guilty man should escape scot-free than that an innocent man should die upon the gallows. I am quite aware that the popular feeling, at least in London, runs strongly against Read, on the score that he is a man of immoral life; but until we execute men for being immoral (as in God’s good time we may yet do if English Calvinism obtrudes on legislation at its present rate) it is well to reflect that a man of immoral life is not of necessity a murderer, or a man capable of murder. Much of the animus against the condemned man, however, is based upon the assumption that he betrayed and deserted Florence Dennis, even if he did not take her life; yet beyond the statements of the perjured witness, Mrs. Ayriss, there is no proof, whatever, that he was in the company of the murdered girl on one solitary occasion during the eighteen months which followed their first acquaintance, and ended in her death. The Crown was utterly unable to prove a single meeting during that period, and in the solitary written communication between them, Florence Dennis addressed her supposed lover as “Dear sir,” surely a not very probable kind of address from a seduced girl to her betrayer.

“ARGUING IN A CIRCLE.”

     At a first glance, Read’s own failure to account for his time on the day of the murder seems to furnish a certain negative proof against him. It is urged on his behalf that he cannot and will not do so because the so doing would involve the honour, perhaps the life, of another woman. Would a man like Read, it is asked with derision, be so chivalric? But here, again, those who clamour for Read’s life are arguing in a circle, for their chief argument to prove that Read is phenomenally immoral is based upon the assumption that he seduced Florence Dennis, an assumption of which, as I have pointed out, there is no legal proof whatever. Here, as everywhere, the Crown failed to prove his guilt.

“ULTRA-PURITANS CRYING FOR BLOOD.”

     It is fortunate perhaps for humanity that we possess now, at the head of the Home Office, a Minister who, unlike his immediate predecessor, is not afraid to temper justice with mercy, and who is not likely to be carried away by the fevered and prejudiced clamour of ultra-Puritans who cry for blood. If James Canham Read is executed on Tuesday next, he will have been sacrificed to the Mænads of English morality, not to the stern spirit of Justice which cries “a life for a life.” I repeat again, and I refer to the whole case again for my corroboration, that this man’s guilt has not been proved.

[The rest of that day’s article on ‘The Southend Murder’ is available here.]

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The Essex Newsman (1 December, 1894 - p.2)

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The Sheffield Evening Telegraph and Star (1 December, 1894 - p.2)

AN OLD CRY REVIVED.

     JAMES CANHAM READ lies under sentence of death for the murder of Florence Dennis, and unless the Royal prerogative be exercised the wretched man will bid the world farewell on Tuesday next. If ever man deserved such fate surely that man is Read. His notoriously immoral life does not enter into calculations; only his cowardly and clod-blooded murder of the girl he had betrayed may be considered. Nothing more is required. A murder so dastardly can be expiated but in one manner. Yet the party of sickly sentimentalism is lifting up its voice in protest against the fulfilment of the sentence; even Read has found supporters who are attempting to argue that the charge was not proven. So long as the agitation was confined to the anonymous correspondents of a journal anxious for a cheap catchpenny boom it was unworthy attention, but when a man of the prominence of Mr. Robert Buchanan comes forward to lend his influence, it is time to protest. The point which Mr. Buchanan and his companions urge is that the guilt of Read has not been proven. The evidence was purely circumstantial, and links of the chain were by the acknowledgment of the prosecution missing; yet, on the whole, as complete a case was presented that the jury had no hesitation in returning the verdict with which Mr. Baron Pollock, a judge of the greatest impartiality, signified his acquiescence. The case against Read was strong; what was his answer? Did he give any information as to his movements on the day of the murder? He has hinted that he was many miles away, but of evidence of the fact he produced not a tittle. It is hinted that he was engaged at the time in yet another of his numerous liaisons, and that rather than reveal the facts and injure the good name borne by some dishonest woman he is prepared to suffer. Read’s conduct does not indicate that pure chivalry would carry him thus far, and what woman, however keenly she would feel the world’s reproaches, would allow her own reputation to outweigh the life of her lover? Besides, supposing Read’s story to be true, the woman would not be the only person with whom he came in contact. Read might if he would indicate his hinted whereabouts on the fatal night without implicating any mistress whom he desired to shield. Yet on the subject he takes refuge in silence—not even to his own brother will he mention the name of the town or village where the alleged mistress resides. Yet in spite of the fact that the evidence against Read is so damning, and that Read declines to prove, as he could by a word, the innocence he asserts, the Home Secretary is warned that the execution of the man will be “judicial murder,” and he is petitioned to grant a reprieve. To transform Read’s condemnation to penal servitude for life would be a piece of foolishness of which Mr. Asquith is too clever a man to be guilty. If Read is not deserving of the full penalty he is an innocent man, and ought not to be kept in prison another hour. If he requires punishment in connection with the murder of Florence Dennis only one punishment is possible. If the Home Secretary, after the perusal of the evidence, comes to the opinion that Read is innocent he must throw open the doors of the gaol; if he cannot arrive at that conclusion, he has no ground for interfering with the due course of the law.

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The Yorkshire Herald (1 December, 1894 - p.5)

     TUESDAY is fixed for the execution of James Canham Read. An attempt is being made to secure a reprieve, in which Mr. Robert Buchanan has joined, with his usual vehemence of language. We entirely agree with Mr. Buchanan that a man amy be grossly immoral without being capable of murder. But the suggestion that Read is to be hanged because of his immorality is too absurd. The man had a perfectly fair trial before a judge who has never been accused of incapacity or prejudice; he was defended by a most able member of the Bar; and he had every opportunity of producing evidence that he was not near Southend on the night of the murder. No such evidence was, however, forthcoming, and in the absence of it, there is difficulty in seeing how any reasonable person can doubt the guilt of Read. So long as capital punishment is the law of the land it must be enforced; and there is nothing to justify intervention in the case of the murderer of Florence Dennis.

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St. James’s Gazette (3 December, 1894 - p.4-5)

     The Home Secretary, as might have been expected, has not found any reason for over-ruling the verdict of the jury in the case of the murderer Read; and the wretched man will be hanged to-morrow. Such pertinacious and indomitable sentimentalists as Mrs. Josephine Butler and Mr. Robert Buchanan will probably indulge in one or two more shrieks over another failure to redeem from the gallows a man whose guilt was only proved by circumstantial evidence to the satisfaction of twelve average British males and a particularly clear-headed and fair-minded judge. But Mrs. Josephine Butler and Mr. Robert Buchanan would not do much harm, were it not that certain newspapers give them publicity. Why the Prison Commissioners or the visiting justices allow such sensational “copy” as a convict’s letters to be obtained and placarded about the streets, we do not know. Sir Edmund Du Cane should see to it. But the evil effect of this criminal sensationalism is certain. The prisoner himself is deluded; the law is blasphemed; the law-abiding are scandalized; and a cheap notoriety is held out to the reckless and the vicious.

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[Two accounts of the execution of James Canham Read which took place on Tuesday, 4th December, 1894.]

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The Western Daily Press, Bristol
(5 December, 1894 - p.8)

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The Essex County Standard
(8 December, 1894 - p.7)

The Dover Express (7 December, 1894 - p.6)

OUR LONDON LETTER.

It is understood that we do not necessarily identify
ourselves with all our able Correspondent’s opinions
.

. . .

     The Home Secretary came to Downing-street on purpose to go thoroughly into the petitions that had been sent in asking for a reprieve for James Canham Read. The failure of the agitators who took up the case to obtain signatures, or to advance a single fact to support the convicted man’s assertions, and the character of the agitation itself, circumscribed as it was, was tantamount to a strengthening of the verdict. For a long while not a hand was raised for the wretched convict at Chelmsford gaol, but one halfpenny evening paper for several days latterly, diligently boomed the subject, and opened its columns to all and any who had arguments to advance. The fatal thing about the correspondence was that nearly all who demanded a reprieve confessed themselves hostile on principle to capital punishment, or were avowedly “cranks” who had something of interest only to themselves to obtrude. The most powerful letter was written by Robert Buchanan. This agitation also induced wonder as to what has become of that Society for the Abolition of Capital Punishment, which at one time had real influence. There is confessedly a strong feeling in the country against the capital penalty—witness, for example, the jury who recently recommended to mercy one who had murdered his wife and son, on the plea that he was a man of low type, but it has little organisation. It is a shocking reflection on our civilisation that on the 2nd December there were eight men under sentence of death in this country.

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[More information about the case is available at Murderpedia, including this photo of James Canham Read:

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[Note the funny colour - this is because this bit treads into the realm of wild speculation and is solely due to my fondness for American TV crime shows. When looking in the online newspaper archives I accidentally came across another ‘Southend Murder’, which occurred almost exactly a year before the Read case. On Saturday 20th May, 1893, Emma Hunt (aged 38) was found in a brook near the village of Rochford (which lies two and a half miles north of Prittlewell), with her throat cut. The youth who found the body, Alfred Hazell, was later arrested, but the case never came to court, the charges were dropped and the crime remained unsolved.

I found it odd that none of the newspaper accounts of the Read case mentioned this earlier murder and I do think Read’s Q.C. missed a trick by not referring to it in his address to the jury, if only to sow some seeds of doubt in their minds. I’m not suggesting that Read was innocent, or that Jack the Ripper had moved to Southend, I just thought it strange that no one mentioned the similarities with the earlier crime. If your curiosity has been piqued the picture below will take you to a report of the murder from Lloyd’s Weekly Newspaper (4 June, 1893).]

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The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith

 

[Another extract from a letter in The Daily Chronicle.]

 

The Dundee Evening Telegraph (15 March, 1895 - p.2)

     Mr ROBERT BUCHANAN, the poet and dramatist, has a characteristic letter in the Daily Chronicle on the new play, “The Notorious Mrs Ebbsmith.”
     The play, says Mr BUCHANAN, is as gross a caricature of Socialism and Free Thought as Lord TENNYSON’S picture of an atheist in the “Promise of May.”

. . .

“THE NOTORIOUS MRS EBBSMITH.”
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MR ROBERT BUCHANAN ON THE NEW PLAY.

     Mr Robert Buchanan, in the course of a long letter to the Daily Chronicle, says:—The great scene of “The Notorious Mrs Ebbsmith” is, I understand, one in which the heroine, after throwing the Bible into the fire, plucks it from the burning and sobs over it hysterically, preparatory to retiring into the odour of sanctity with “a clergyman and his sister.” Is it necessary to say to any one acquainted with life that such a scene is as gross a caricature of Socialism and free thought as Lord Tennyson’s picture of an atheist in the “Promise of May?” No woman brought up as Agnes had been—no woman who knows what freethought and Socialism are—could have been guilty of so gross an absurdity. But that is neither here not there. My contention is that the superficially unconventional play would be approved by Mr Archer and the Kirk-Session, while the really unconventional play would be rejected with horror. Can any reader conceive a scene in which a hero or heroine threw the Bible into the fire while proclaiming the evils which, to his or her thinking, it had caused to humanity? Yet such a scene would be as defensible as—and possibly less absurd—than the other. If we are to have freedom of utterance (which I for one claim) let us have it, I repeat, all along  the line. Do not let us be deluded into the belief that the pathological drama, written half-heartedly in defence of formulas approved by the “will of the people,” is any real advance on the old-fashioned drama written for public amusement. If Mr Pinero is to have the right to burlesque freethought and free thinkers (and I for one would certainly give him that right), and to beg the whole social question with a religious platitude, let other men also have the right to treat morality and religion as subjects. This, under the supervision of a Council founded on “the will of the people,” they would never be suffered to do. In a word, art need not be free at all unless it is free altogether.
     With regard to the new selection for the Licensership of Plays, Mr Buchanan continues:—I think it is a subject for rejoicing, not for wailing than an unknown man—a man presumably without any kind of intellectual prejudice or vested interest—has been chosen. If we must have a Licenser it is as well to have one with as small a sense of moral responsibility as possible. God forbid that we should have any intelligent busy body who imagines it his business either to restrict or to “advance” the drama in the interest of any formulas whatever.

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     The Times says:—“Like its congener, ‘The Notorious Mrs Ebbsmith’ is a painful but on the whole a deeply absorbing play, which under an unpromising exterior, inculcates the highest morality.”
     The Daily Telegraph says:—“It is a tragedy, and a very fine one—a tragedy that brings out in authorship and acting the very best that we have got in English art.”
     The Standard says:—“The one thing certain about Mr Pinero’s new play is that it will create a vast amount of discussion. One phase of the subject certain to be hotly discussed is that of its morality.”
     The Daily News says:—“Mr Pinero’s play is in some respects a really great work, full of wit and lively observation, and capable of moving in a strange degree the innermost sympathies of the spectator.”

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[The Notorious Mrs. Ebbsmith by Arthur Wing Pinero was revived in 2014 at the Jermyn Street Theatre. There’s a review on The Guardian’s site, and a ‘trailer’ on youtube. The play is also available at the Internet Archive.]

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Oscar Wilde

 

[This page was originally in the Miscellanea section since I have not seen copies of Buchanan’s letters to The Star and have used extracts culled (mainly) from two secondary sources: Michael S. Foldy’s The Trials of Oscar Wilde (Yale University Press, 1997) and Jonathan Goodman’s The Oscar Wilde File (Allison & Busby, 1988, pp. 95-99). However, its proper place is here. Following Oscar Wilde’s arrest, Robert Buchanan was one of the very few public figures to speak out on his behalf, and wrote four letters to The Star on the subject. One day I will get round to presenting this page properly, until then, accept my apologies.]

 

From The Trials of Oscar Wilde by Michael S. Foldy (Yale University Press 1997, page 59.)

“What is most important is that although private opinion seems to have been divided as to whether Wilde was courageous or foolhardy to have pursued the case against Queensberry, and then to have refused to flee the country after the failure of his prosecution, public support for Wilde was virtually non-existent. The sad fact of the matter was that at this most crucial moment of his life, Wilde had been abandoned by virtually all his friends. The social stigma attached to the alleged crime was so severe that it would have been unthinkable for anyone to defend Wilde’s lifestyle. To do so would have been to invite the panoptic eye of society to examine one’s own life. Efforts to differentiate between the man and his work seemed equally fruitless, which made it virtually impossible for anybody to speak out publicly on his behalf. Any defense of Wilde would necessarily have been construed as implying a defense of Wilde’s lifestyle.
     One of the very few who dared speak out publicly on his behalf was Robert Buchanan, a well-known gadfly, progressive thinker, poet, playwright, novelist, and ‘frequent contributor to the Daily Telegraph’. Courageously, Buchanan became Wilde’s foremost public champion between the end of the libel trial and the beginning of the first criminal trial. However, even Buchanan’s support was limited and qualified. His public defense of Wilde arose out of a deeply felt respect for the democratic principles of equality before the law, and from an admiration for Wilde’s literary contributions to society. Buchanan in no way defended Wilde’s alleged behaviour. Nevertheless, as the lone voice in Wilde’s corner, Buchanan is significant for sparking a spirited debate in the correspondence columns of the Star, an exchange of ideas whose main subject was the issue of Wilde’s pre-trial conviction by the Press.”

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The Star (16 April, 1895)

Letter from Robert Buchanan (extract):

Is it not high time that a little charity, Christian or anti-Christian, were imported into this land of Christian shibboleths and formulas? Most sane men listen on in silence while Press and public condemn to eternal punishment and obloquy a supposed criminal who is not yet tried or proved guilty....I for one wish to put on record my protest against the cowardice and cruelty of Englishmen towards one who was, until recently, recognised as a legitimate contributor to our amusement, and who is, when all is said and done, a scholar and a man of letters. He may be all that public opinion avers him to be; indeed, he stands convicted already, out of his own mouth, of the utmost recklessness and folly; but let us bear in mind that his case still remains sub judice, that he is not yet legally condemned. Meanwhile, we are asked by the advocates of orthodox sensualism not merely to trample an untried man in the mire, but to expunge from the records of our literature all the writings, which, only yesterday, tickled our humor and beguiled our leisure....

[“Buchanan closed his letter with these words, “let us ask ourselves, moreover, who are casting these stones, and whether they are those ‘without sin amongst us,’ or those who are themselves notoriously corrupt.” Interestingly, Buchanan’s closing remarks struck a nerve with Lord Queensberry.” — From The Trials of Oscar Wilde by Michael S. Foldy, p. 60).]

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The Star (19 April, 1895)

Letter from Lord Queensberry:

Sir,—My attention has only to-day been called to Mr. Robert Buchanan’s letter in your issue of Tuesday night. I have received many anonymous letters, and it is vexatious not to be able to reply to some of them. One this morning called my attention to this letter of Mr. Buchanan. Can it possibly have come from himself? or was it inspired by him? I have not the pleasure of Mr. Buchanan’s acquaintance, but he seems to address a question to myself in this letter to your paper of the 16th April when he says, ‘Who are casting these stones? and are they without sin or those who are notoriously corrupt?’ Is Mr. Buchanan himself without sin? I certainly don’t claim to be so myself, though I am compelled to throw the first stone. Whether or not I am justly notoriously corrupt I am willing patiently to wait for the future to decide. Judge not that you be not judged I would add until you were qualified to know all the actual facts of a man’s life and what he really was.—Yours, &c.,
                                     QUEENSBERRY.

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The Star (20 April, 1895)

Letter from Lord Alfred Douglas:

SIR,—When the great British public has made up its great British mind to crush any particular unfortunate whom it holds in its power, it generally succeeds in gaining its object, and it is not fond of those who dare to question its power, or its right to do as it wishes. I feel, therefore, that I am taking my life in my hands in daring to raise my voice against the chorus of the pack of those who are now hounding Mr. Oscar Wilde to his ruin; the more so as I feel assured that the public has made up its mind to accept me, as it has accepted everybody and everything connected with this case, at Mr. Carson’s valuation. I, of course, am the undutiful son who, in his arrogance and folly, has kicked against his kind and affectionate father, and who has further aggravated his offence by not running away and hiding his face after the discomfiture of his friend. It is

NOT A PLEASANT POSITION

to find oneself in with regard to the public, but the situation is not without an element of grim humour, and it is no part of my intention to try and explain my attitude or defend my position. I am simply the “vox in the solitudine clamantis” raising my feeble protest; not in the expectation of making head against the wave of popular or newspaper clamour, but rather dimly hoping to catch the ear and the sympathy of one or two of those strong and fearless men and women who have before now defied the shrieks of the mob. To such as these I appeal to interfere and to stay the hand of “Judge Lynch.” And I submit that Mr. Oscar Wilde has been tried by the newspapers before he has been tried by a jury, that his case has been almost

HOPELESSLY PREJUDICED

in the eyes of the public from whom the jury who must try his case will be drawn, and that he is practically being delivered over bound to the fury of a cowardly and brutal mob. Sir John Bridge, in refusing bail today, stated that he knew of no graver offence than that with which Mr Wilde is charged. Mr Wilde, as a matter of fact, is charged with a “misdemeanour” punishable by two years’ imprisonment with or without hard labour as a maximum penalty; therefore, the offence with which he is charged is, in the eye of the law, which Sir John Bridge is supposed to represent, comparatively trifling. I should very much like to know  how, in view of this fact, Sir John Bridge can reconcile what he said with his conscience, and with his position as the absolutely impartial exponent of the law, and whether it is not obvious that, in saying what he did, he allowed his personal feelings on a particular point to override his sense of abstract justice, to the prejudice of the man charged before him. If a police magistrate of twenty years’ experience shows such flagrant prejudice, what can be expected from the men who will at the Old Bailey form the jury of what the law humorously terms Mr Oscar Wilde’s “peers”?
     There are a thousand other things that might be said, but I am not the person to say them, nor is it my place to make any reply to the precious bit of cant and bad grammar which appears over Lord Queensberry’s signature in your issue of today, and which I feel I may safely leave to the tender mercies of Mr Robert Buchanan, whom I hereby beg to thank, in the name of justice, of sanity, and of Christian charity, for his noble letter.
                           Your obedient servant,
                                                           ALFRED DOUGLAS.
     Chalcott House, Long Ditton, 19 April.

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Letter from Robert Buchanan (extract):

I am sure that Lord Queensberry, who has himself suffered cruelly from the injustice of public opinion, is quite as sorry as I am for his fallen foe, and is quite as anxious as I am that he should be dealt with fairly, justly, and even mercifully. Personally, I would not condemn even a dog on the kind of tainted evidence which has been foreshadowed during the recent preliminary inquiry, but the case, as I said, is still only sub judice, and none of us yet know with any certainty whether or not a jury of Englishmen will pronounce Mr. Wilde guilty.
     This being the case, I should like to ask on what conceivable plea of justice or expediency an accused person, not yet tried and convicted, is subjected to the indignities and inconveniences of a common prison, and denied, while a prisoner, the ordinary comforts to which he has been accustomed when at large? Why should his diet be regulated unduly? Why should he be denied the sedative of the harmless cigarette, more than ever necessary to a smoker in times of great mental anxiety? Why should not his friends visit him? Why, in short, should he not enjoy, as far as is practicable, all the privileges of an innocent man? Innocent he presumably is until he is tried and found guilty. If it be argued that the case is a serious one, in so far as the magistrate refuses bail and the evidence is considered strong against the prisoner, the reply is that many a case which looked far blacker has ended in an acquittal; and, at any rate, we have no right whatever to

ASSUME THE GUILT

beforehand. Assume for a moment that the prisoner is acquitted, what amends can be made for treatment which is as unjust as it is abominable? As matters stand, we may shatter a man's health, torture his mind and his body, drive him into madness or imbecility, and then, finally, if it turns out we are mistaken, all we can do is say, “We’re very sorry!—we beg your pardon!—you can go!”
     I commend this system of things to the attention of the Marquess of Queensberry. It is only possible, I think, in a country where Christianity has got the better of justice and common-sense, and where a man may be lynched by a Christian Press and a Christian public long before he is really put on trial. I have too much sympathy with his lordship's creed to think that the man who holds it would approve of such a system. So far from thinking him “notoriously corrupt,” I think him notoriously brave and honest, anxious that all men should have, under Queensberry and all rules, a fair trial and fair play; and I would certainly be the last man in the world to offer him disrespect.—Yours, &c.,

     19 April                              ROBERT BUCHANAN

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The Star (21 April, 1895)

SIR,—I chanced to read two letters in your issue of this evening, one from Lord Alfred Douglas and another from Mr. Buchanan, in connection with the proceedings against Wilde in the law courts.
     With regard to the sentiments of the first named, it is perhaps not altogether surprising that—because the offence with which Wilde is charged happens to be classified as a misdemeanor—his lordship should characterise it as “comparatively trifling.” The statute at least provides for it a term of two years’ imprisonment with hard labour, this being the maximum period of hard labour, if I mistake not, that our Legislature allows to be imposed for any offence whatever, it being considered the most that any human being is capable of enduring. I apprehend, however, that the majority of decent English folk will fully endorse Sir John Bridge’s sentiments as to the gravity of the offence with which Wilde is charged. Be that, however, as it may, it seems to me that Lord Alfred Douglas is the very last man on the face of creation who is entitled to express an opinion on the case whatever. His allegation of unfairness against Sir John Bridge— one of the kindest-hearted and most just of magistrates that ever sat on the Bench—will be met by your readers with the disdain it merits.
     With Mr. Buchanan the matter assumes an entirely different aspect. His position, disinterestedness, and ability entitle his utterances to receive respectful attention at all hands. With any little difference of opinion between him and Lord Queensberry I am not concerned in dealing. If he considers that the régime of our prisons, as regards persons awaiting their trial, is unduly severe, he has every right to say so; and for aught I know there may be much to be advanced both from his and other points of view. As a general question it is one that may very properly be discussed, but why it should in any way be attached to the case of Wilde more than to that of any poor wretch who is awaiting “presentation at court” I altogether fail to see. I am not aware that it has been alleged that Wilde has been subjected to different treatment from that accorded to any other individual in precisely similar circumstances. If there were any such evidence, there might be some grounds for raising the question in connection with this case, but as I believe there is none, I should advocate relegating the discussion of the matter to some more opportune moment. I daresay Wilde misses his cigarettes, but not one whit more than “Bill Sykes” would his “clay.” I confess my sympathies would be rather with the latter; but that, again, is neither here nor there. Of one thing, however, I am convinced, and that is—if there is to be a dispassionate consideration of the merits or demerits of the existing régime of prison treatment, the surroundings of Wilde’s case are peculiarly unfitted for attaining that end.
—Yours, &c.,

     London 20 April.                              COMMON SENSE.

(We have received a host of other letters bearing on the Wilde case, which, for various reasons, we have decided not to publish. — Ed. Star.)

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The Star (22 April, 1895)

OSCAR WILDE.

TWO VIEWS OF HIS PRESENT POSITION.

Has he been Unfairly or Prematurely Judged by Magistrate and Public, or does His Case Illustrate the Need of Prison Reform?

TO THE EDITOR OF “THE STAR.”

SIR,—After some howls of execration, the expunging of an author’s name from the public playbills, and other acts of Christian charity which have lately been witnessed, it may not be out of place to enter some kind of protest against this very hasty prejudgement of a case still pending. After all, in sexual errors, as in every thing else, the real offence lies, and must always lie, in the sacrificing of another person in any way, for the sake of one’s own pleasure or profit; and judged by this standard—which though not always the legal standard is certainly the only true moral standard—the accused is possibly no worse than those who so freely condemn him. Certainly it is strange that a society which is continually and habitually sacrificing women to the pleasure of men, should be so eager to cast the first stone—except that it seems to be assumed that women are always man’s lawful prey, and any appropriation or sacrifice of them for sex purposes quite pardonable and “natural.”—Yours, &c.,

                                                         HELVELLYN.

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The Star (23 April, 1895)

OSCAR WILDE.

MR. BUCHANAN PLEADS FOR
A BROTHER ARTIST.

And Says That Wilde Has Already Lost Everything That Can Make Life Tolerable—Another Correspondent Holds Different Views of “Christian Charity.”

TO THE EDITOR OF “THE STAR.”

SIR,—Just one word before you close this discussion, in answer to your correspondent “Common Sense.” What I claim for Mr. Wilde I should certainly claim for any untried prisoner, Mr. William Sikes included; and I certainly do not think that a question of the liberty of the subject should be postponed sine die, on any possible plea of inexpedience. When an outrage on liberty is committed or threatened is the right time to protest against it.
     But I will even go a little further. Just in so far as a man has been respected by us, has amused us, has afforded us harmless pleasure, should he receive delicate consideration. Treatment which would not in the least trouble Mr. Sikes may break the heart of a gentleman and a scholar like Mr. Oscar Wilde; and if we who follow his calling do not speak the needful word on his behalf, who is to do so? Whatever he is, whatever he may be assumed to be, he is a man of letters, a brother artist, and no criminal prosecution whatever will be able to erase his name from the records of English literature. That I say advisedly, though we are far as the poles asunder in every artistic instinct of our lives, and though on more than one occasion I have ridiculed some of his opinions. And I say in conclusion that even if he is as guilty as some suppose him, he has already been terribly and cruelly punished; for while Mr. Sikes would lose nothing by conviction,  Mr. Wilde would lose everything—has already lost everything—that can make life tolerable. I have hopes that even a British jury will perceive this, and, not for the first time, temper justice with mercy; for already, I think, the public are awakening to the fact that they have gone too far. “Alas for the rarity of Christian charity under the sun!” Now, as ever, the priests of all creeds are dumb, and it is left for an ordinary citizen to write as I have written.—Yours, &c.,

     22 April.                             ROBERT BUCHANAN.

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SIR,—The two letters which you publish to-day appear to be specimens of the opposite views held on the Wilde case. It is a matter for regret that an epistle like that of “Helvellyn” should be produced as the views of anyone.
     However, that expression carries its own mark with it, and requires no general comment. The two or three points in it will hardly bear touching. That affectation of heavy sarcasm as to Christian Charity is an example of inanity which might hardly have been surpassed by any of the correspondents whose contributions are for various reasons unpublished. To publish a letter like that is hardly charitable to the writer, and there are few who would be deceived by its contents. The writer seems unable to appreciate the fact that in the action at law now concluded, Wilde had tacitly admitted, with the ablest counsel on his side, that he was compelled to abandon the attempt to refute another man’s right to address him in terms of the grossest condemnation.
     When vice cannot be openly palliated the last resort is usually a sneer at Christian Charity. Perhaps “Helvellyn” will learn that Christian Charity does not mean weakness and toleration of Pagan viciousness. Moreover, virtue is something in itself, and is older than Christianity. Everyone who believes in virtue is not tied to Christianity; but everyone who disbelieves in the one is sure to oppose the other. A sneer is not always the fruit of moral or intellectual superiority.
     When a man has offended the ears of all decent people, in the most ordinary sense, by openly flaunting the universal and not too exacting code of this world’s morals, and by posing as the apostle of corruption, and all that is opposed to civilisation itself, it is not Christian Charity that has anything to do with it—until he has reversed his ways and rendered some satisfaction to an outraged public. The howls of execration, if they have reached “Helvellyn,” are a healthy sign; and as to the erasure of a name from playbills, I say emphatically that I wonder why the productions themselves have not been withdrawn. Along with broad opinions on many subjects, it is possible to have a narrow aversion to countenancing even the works of the man who has, with diffidence, been compelled to expose himself to the contempt of mankind.
     There is no question as to Sir John Bridge’s treatment of Wilde. Everyone is aware that but for the serious nature of the charge, and that the evidence was in Sir J. Bridge’s estimation “not slight,” he could have been released on bail. With this in mind is it to be supposed that the loss of cigarettes, but with the advantage of good meals—not possible to many others—renders the man a martyr? It is puerile nonsense to suggest he is not well enough treated.
     On the other hand many people are asking why the indictment has been drawn under the Act involving the minor penalties. If rumour is but tinged with truth the reason is a good one—and as bad as it could be.
—Yours, &c.,

     Whitehall, S.W., 22 April.                              DIKE.

(We have received another large batch of letters on this subject, some of them from Liverpool, Middlesbrough, and other far-off centres, but none expresses views different from those which have been published from other correspondents.)

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The Star (24 April, 1895)

Letter from Robert Buchanan (extracts):

... Has even a writer like this no sense of humour? Does he seriously contend that the paradoxes and absurdities with which Mr. Wilde once amused us were meant as serious attacks on public morality? Two thirds of all Mr. Wilde has written is purely ironical, and it is only because they are now told that the writer is a wicked man that people begin to consider his writings wicked. ... I think, I am as well acquainted as most people with Mr. Wilde’s works, and I fearlessly assert that they are, for the most part, as innocent as a naked baby. As for the much misunderstood “Dorian Gray,” it would be easy to show that it is a work of the highest morality, since its whole purpose is to point out the effect of selfish indulgence and sensuality in destroying the character of a beautiful human soul. But it is useless to discuss these questions with people who are colour-blind. I cordially echo the cry that, failing a little knowledge of literature, a little Christian charity is sorely wanted. ...

... While we have a whole mob of savages clamoring ... for lynch-law and retribution, we have not one Christian clergyman to utter a sound. Be the victim either Jean Valjean or Oscar Wilde, “Bill Sikes” or the Marquess of Queensberry, no Bishop Miguel appears (save in romantic fiction), to preach and to practise forgiveness. That, I may add, is left to the “agnostic,” who has most right to feel revengeful. I heard from the Marquess of Queensberry’s own lips that he would gladly, were it possible, set the public eye an example of sympathy and magnanimity.—Yours, &c.,

     23 April.                             ROBERT BUCHANAN

 

 

[The first extract from this letter appeared in Oscar Wilde: Art and Morality A Defence of “The Picture of Dorian Gray” Editor: Stuart Mason (London: J. Jacobs, 1908) available at the Internet Archive. The book is also available as a LibriVox recording and the relevant section, ‘Mr. Robert Buchanan on Pagan Viciousness’ can be heard here.

“On the same day that a notice announced the sale of Wilde’s possessions in order to help with expenses relating to the trial, Buchanan responded vigorously to DIKE’s “lying perversions of truth.” After characterizing DIKE as an “anonymous coward” and someone who “snaps and gnaws at a fallen man,” Buchanan addressed himself to “the only serious statement in ‘DIKE’s’ letter,” which interpreted Wilde’s abandonment of his prosecution of Queensberry as an admission of guilt. Buchanan argued that by withdrawing in the face of “unexpected evidence” Wilde had only done what was prudent and reasonable, and that DIKE had jumped to conclusions based on evidence whose precise contents and sources had yet to be examined and understood. He further defended Wilde by saying that “two thirds of all Mr. Wilde has written is purely ironical, and it is only because they are now told that the writer is a wicked man that people begin to consider his writings wicked [also].” — From The Trials of Oscar Wilde by Michael S. Foldy, p. 64).]

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The Star (25 April, 1895)

TO THE EDITOR OF “THE STAR.”

SIR,—I must take exception to the word “sympathy” that is placed in my mouth. I never used it. In my time I have helped to cut up and destroy sharks. I had no sympathy for them, but may have felt sorry, and wished to put them out of pain as soon as possible.
     What I did say was that as Mr. Wilde now seemed to be on his beam ends and utterly down I did feel sorry for his awful position, and that supposing he was convicted of those loathsome charges brought against him that were I the authority that had to mete out to him his punishment, I would treat him with all possible consideration as a sexual pervert of an utterly diseased mind, and not as a sane criminal. If this is sympathy Mr. Wilde has it from me to that extent.—Yours, &c.,

     24 April.                                                           QUEENSBERRY.

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Robert Buchanan and Oscar Wilde - an additional note

 

Buchanan’s defence of Wilde is not mentioned in Harriett Jay’s biography and I always wondered whether Oscar Wilde acknowledged Buchanan’s support in any way. When the archives of The Guardian newspaper went online in November 2007 I came across the following item:

 

The Guardian (27 June, 1929 - p.10)

The Modern First-Edition Craze.

The prices paid at Sotheby’s to-day for first editions of Shaw, Hardy, Barrie, Wilde, and one or two other modern authors will make many more of us think of having our bookshelves “vetted.” It is hard to convince most people who have been buying books off and on for thirty years that they have not some book of value under the new market conditions if they could only spot it. Of course the people who have books with the author’s autograph are likely to know of it, and those are the ones that fetch the top prices. But the ordinary first edition in good condition by about twenty living authors has now high rarity value. The biggest price to-day was £310 paid for a copy of Wilde’s “Salome” inscribed in the handwriting of the author: “George Bernard Shaw, with the author’s compliments. February, 93.” And then presented by Mr. Shaw to “Bertha Newcombe from G. Bernard Shaw, May, 1893.” Another first edition sold by Miss Newcombe was Shaw’s “Widowers’ Houses,” inscribed by the author to the lady in May, 1893. It brought £155, and the “Unsocial Socialist” £142. A first edition of Wilde’s “The Ballad of Reading Gaol” was inscribed by the author to Robert Buchanan, and inserted in it was a letter in Wilde’s handwriting about the officials of Reading Gaol, written in Posilipo in November, 1897. It finishes: “For four days I have had no cigarettes—no money to buy them—or no paper.” This book and letter fetched £170, which would have gone a long way to buy cigarettes and notepaper for Wilde.

An email to David Rose of the Oscholars site elicited the information, courtesy of Mark Samuels Lasner of the University of Delaware Library, that Buchanan’s copy of The Ballad of Reading Gaol now resides in the Robert H. Taylor Collection at the Princeton University Library. Thanks are also due to Meg Sherry Rich of the Princeton University Library for confirming this and offering the following information:

“It is inscribed to Buchanan by Wilde and dated March ’98. There’s a note penciled in the front, probably by a dealer, about a “very interesting letter about the poem,” but the letter is not laid in or tipped into this volume.”

The fact that the letter (mentioned in the Guardian article) has been separated from the book confirms my suspicion that the letter was not actually addressed to Buchanan, but was probably passed on to Buchanan by one of Wilde’s friends after the publication of his first letter in The Star (16th April 1895). In his letter of 20th April he mentions Wilde’s lack of cigarettes, a fact referred to in the quotation from the letter in the Guardian article, and my feeling is that Buchanan was given the letter sometime between the 16th and the 20th April. But whatever the origin of the letter, the important thing is that Oscar Wilde did acknowledge Robert Buchanan’s support by sending him a copy of The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

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Acknowledgements:

I first became aware of Robert Buchanan’s public defence of Oscar Wilde during an internet search when I came across the Court Theatre (Chicago) Playnotes on Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde by Moises Kaufman. David Rose then published my appeal for more information about this connection between Buchanan and Wilde in The Oscholars (the online Journal of Wilde Studies) which prompted an email from Angie Kingston of the University of Adelaide whose research for her PhD thesis, “Wilde Imaginations: Oscar Wilde as a Character in Victorian Fiction” had thrown up several connections between Wilde and Buchanan (including the fact that Buchanan had fictionalised Wilde (as ‘Mervyn Darrell’) in his 1894 play “The Charlatan”) and who suggested several books including Jonathan Goodman’s “The Oscar Wilde File”.

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The New Don Quixote

 

[When Buchanan’s play, The New Don Quixote was refused a licence by the Lord Chamberlain he wrote a letter to The Observer, which was printed on 15th December, 1895. Extracts from this letter are available below.]

 

Edinburgh Evening News (16 December, 1895 - p.3)

MR ROBERT BUCHANAN AND THE
LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

     The Observer publishes from Mr Robert Buchanan an indignant remonstrance against the action of the Lord Chamberlain in refusing to license one of his dramas—“New Don Quixote,” a four-act play. He says: “I have no intention of resting quiescent under the imputations of the Lord Chamberlain, and I shall join issue with that functionary in the manner best fitted to justify me in the eyes of the public. Having been chosen as the scapegoat of my class, I accept the position, not altogether without satisfaction; for the time has come, I believe, when one man’s martyrdom may become the salvation of the English drama.”

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The Glasgow Herald (16 December, 1895 - p.4)

MUSIC AND THE DRAMA.

(FROM OUR OWN CORRESPONDENT.)

                                                                                               London, Sunday Night.
. . .

     Mr Robert Buchanan has to-day issued a lengthy protest against the new Examiner of Stage Plays. Mr Buchanan states “The New Don Quixote,” a four-act play, “written by myself and another author,” and accepted by Mr Bouchier for production at the Royalty Theatre, has just been returned to the manager with the intimation that it will not be licensed for representation. Mr Buchanan goes on to say that the Lord Chamberlain will take no official knowledge of authors as such, having, of course, to deal solely with theatrical managers, and that the public know his own views on the subject of censorship. He continues:—“The play in question is, I contend, pure and wholesome, though it deals boldly and seriously with some of the great issues of modern life. Its offence, I presume, consists in this, that it is neither trivial nor indecent in the ordinary sense, but that it is fundamentally and not superficially unconventional.” In accordance with custom in such cases, Mr Buchanan, it is understood, proposes to publish his play, when the public will be able to determine for themselves whether the reader of stage-plays or the author is in the right.

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The Freeman’s Journal (Dublin) (16 December, 1895 - p.5)

     That stormy petrel of the drama, Mr. Robert Buchanan, has a new grievance against the Lord Chamberlain. He writes an indignant letter to the papers saying—“May I call your attention to the fact that the ‘New Don Quixote’ a four act play written by myself and another author, and accepted by Mr. Bourchier for production at the Royalty Theatre, has just been returned to the manager with the intimation that it will not be licensed for representation. No reason is assigned for this high-handed measure, and the licenser of plays on being appealed to by me to state the nature of the objections refers me to a clause in the Lord Chamberlain’s circular to the effect that the Lord Chamberlain has no official knowledge of ‘authors as such!’ Thus I am not only left under the stigma of having written a play which is unfit to see the light, but I am unable to ascertain in what respect I and my fellow author have offended!” As may be expected, Mr. Robert Buchanan is not going to lie quietly under the slur cast upon him by the Lord Chamberlain. At the same time it is impossible to see what effectual protest he can make, as there is absolutely no appeal from the decision of that functionary. Judging by his letter, the Lord Chamberlain does not merely take exception to any particular passages or scenes in the play, but refuses to license it on general grounds. Mr. Buchanan can, without the licence of the Lord Chamberlain, get the play produced privately at his own expense, but such a proceeding would be costly, and as far as one can see useless.

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[After Buchanan had made changes to the play, a licence was granted on 28th December. On 2nd January, 1896, the Pall Mall Gazette published another letter from Robert Buchanan concerning these changes, an extract from which is available below.]

 

The Freeman’s Journal (Dublin) (3 January, 1896 - p.6)

Mr. Robert Buchanan is evidently resolved not to silently submit to the action taken by the Censor of Plays with regard to “The New Don Quixote.” Mr. Buchanan writes—“There is no material difference whatever between the original version of my play and the version licensed last Saturday. Certain suggestions from headquarters I declined to accede to altogether. What I did was to cut down certain passages of dialogue, leaving the situations intact, and tampering in no way with the characterisation and psychology.” He adds, “I have no intention of remaining under the stigma of having written a play which required to be expurgated and Bowdlerized before it was fit for representation, and I shall take the very earliest opportunity of vindicating my character.”

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[Buchanan gave his account of the problems with The New Don Quixote in ‘The Ethics of Play-Licensing’, published in The Theatre on 1st May, 1896.]

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The Romance of the Shopwalker

 

Glasgow Herald (10 January, 1896 - p.7)

OUR LONDON CORRESPONDENCE.
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65 FLEET STREET,
     Thursday Night.

. . .

     I UNDERSTAND that two pieces, both by Mr Robert Buchanan, are before Mr Weedon Grossmith, and that one of them will be the next production at the Vaudeville. The comedies are respectively entitled “Good Old Times” and “The Shop Walker.” They are said to be the survivors of nearly 800 plays by various stage aspirants which this unfortunate manager has had to peruse.

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The Era (11 January, 1896 - p.10)

ROBERT BUCHANAN’S PLAYS.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—It is an old adage which says that the world knows more of one’s private business than one does oneself, and the truth is illustrated daily by the extraordinary statements of the theatrical gossip-monger. I see it stated in print to-day that Mr Weedon Grossmith will shortly produce one of two plays, the names of which are incorrectly given, “by Mr Buchanan.” May I ask you to state that, up to the time of writing, I have made no arrangement with Mr Grossmith to produce any work whatever, and that, in any case, I am only the part-author of any work which he may have had under consideration. I strongly object to have my business arrangements anticipated by the writers of newspaper paragraphs, and I also strongly object to have my unborn plays christened for me at the font of the Printer’s Devil.
                   Yours truly,                   ROBT. BUCHANAN.
     The Cottage, 44, Streatham-hill, S.W.,
         Jan. 9th, 1896.

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The Era (15 February, 1896 - p.13)

MR. BUCHANAN PROTESTS.
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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—I had occasion, some weeks ago, to protest in your columns against the conduct of a contemporary, which presumed to label and christen certain works of mine on the eve of production. This week my anonymous assailant returns to the attack, and, in revenge for the rebuke I thought it my duty to administer, prints two statements which are written merely to do me injury. While announcing, in the first place, that a new play by myself and Mr Marlowe will shortly be produced at the Vaudeville, he is careful to add that in April next Messrs Gatti will resume possession of their theatre—in other words, that the new play, however successful it may be, will be dispossessed and compelled to seek another home. I do not know if the writer is authorised by Messrs Gatti to make this announcement, but, in any case, it is premature and in the worst of taste.
     Not content with this, the same scribbler, in another paragraph, attempts to correct me with a lecture on the methods of criticism to be delivered next Sunday at the Playgoers’ Club. I am in no way concerned with that lecture, I do not know at all what Mr Henry Murray purposes saying, and I have politely declined to take the chair on that occasion, as I believe Mr Murray’s views and mine on this particular subject are not altogether in accord. It is quite true that I protested publicly, on a memorable occasion, against the animadversions of a well-known newspaper critic; but there, so far as I was concerned, the matter ended, and I have no intention of wasting my time in animosities which recall the spirit of the vendetta.
     It is one thing, I believe, to speak out one’s protest while smarting under the sting of injustice; it is quite another to retain a lifelong malice, and to recur ad nauseam to quarrels that can be forgotten. Whenever I have occasion to discuss my critics, it will be with my own voice or over my own signature. I am quite able to express my own views without any assistance.
     The malice in statements of the sort I have quoted is obvious, and it is a pity that the law affords its victims no protection. It is necessary, however, in the interests of the literary profession, to protest against the methods of certain anonymous individuals.
                                 Yours truly,                    ROBERT BUCHANAN.
     Vaudeville Theatre, Feb. 13th.

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The Era (14 March, 1896)

MR. BUCHANAN AND MR. MURRAY.
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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—The critics have been almost unanimous in the opinion that Mr Robert Buchanan’s “new and original comedy,” now playing at the Vaudeville under the title The Romance of the Shopwalker, is founded on the late Samuel Warren’s “Ten Thousand a-Year.” As a matter of fact Mr Buchanan is indebted to Warren for a solitary episode. The rest of his plot he has lifted bodily from a book of mine called “The Way of the World,” which was published something like a dozen years ago.
     In Warren’s story a thorough-paced little cad inherits a fortune. In my story, also, a young man of very humble antecedents (but of a gentle and honourable nature) is suddenly enriched. There the similarity between Warren’s work and mine begins and ends, and that indebtedness on my side is openly acknowledged in the body of my book. But the plot of Mr Buchanan’s “new and original comedy” is, after this introductory episode, wholly and solely mine. The silly romantic affection in which the hero indulges for a lady of high birth before his accession to fortune is stolen from “The Way of the World.” The visit to “the castle;” the purchase of the mortgages which hang as a menace over the impecunious earl; the misconstruction of motive; the misunderstanding under which the heroine conceives herself compelled to self-sacrifice for her father’s sake; the hero’s retirement in favour of the high-born lover; the presentation of the purchased mortgages as a wedding dower to the lady whom he has released from her promise to himself; all these things, which are the very heart and soul of the plot, are mine, and were original in my pages. The election, like the rest, is lifted from my book. The episode of the cruel election-squib, for which the high-born lover is supposed to be responsible, is mine. The scene in which the younger sister of the hero’s titled fiancée instructs him in etiquette and pronunciation is mine. In short, the plot of The Romance of the Shopwalker, from the affectionate maunderings of the central person in the first act until the apology of the finally-successful lover in the third, is the plot of “The Way of the World.”
     I am, of course, without legal remedy, but I think I have a right of protest against an act of plunder which is at once so wholesale and so audacious. If the author of “The Ballad of Judas Iscariot” and “Saint Abe and His Seven Wives”—the one a masterpiece of weird and pathetic imagination, and the other a monument of felicity in satire—had sought my collaboration I should have been honoured and delighted. Had he merely acknowledged my book as the source of his play I should have been contented. But a respect for literary faculty, however genuine and ardent, does not inspire me to silence when the towering artist stoops to borrow my ideas.
                         Yours truly,                    DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.
     13, Tyrwhitt-road, St. John’s, S.E,

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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—Mr David Christie Murray avers that the play The Romance of the Shopwalker, of which I am part-author, and which is now running at the Vaudeville Theatre, is a dramatic version of his novel, “The Way of the World.” Now, suggestions for The Shopwalker were certainly found in the late Samuel Warren’s famous novel, “Ten Thousand a- Year.” I have never read “The Way of the World,” and am therefore unable to discuss it; but if it at all resembles our play it is pretty obvious to what source Mr Murray must have gone for his inspiration. Surely that source was open to all of us, and if Mr Murray could go to it for the theme of his novel, why should we not go to it for the theme of our play?
                   Yours truly,                   CHARLES MARLOWE.
     Vaudeville Theatre, March 12th, 1896.

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The Era (21 March, 1896)

MR. MURRAY AND MR. BUCHANAN.
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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—Mr Robert Buchanan is silent as to the very plain and serious charges I have brought against him. Mr Charles Marlowe’s contention that he has not read my book has no more to do with my accusation than if he were the man in the street. Mr Buchanan has read my book, and years ago suggested to me, through a third person, that he should dramatise it. Mr Marlowe’s pretence that The Romance of the Shopwalker is taken from Warren’s “Ten Thousand a-Year” proves merely that he has not even read the book from which he professes that he and his colleague borrowed their new and original comedy. Their story is not to be found in Warren’s pages. It is, as I have shown already, to be found in mine.
     I did not challenge Mr Marlowe, who has only established his ignorance of both the alleged sources of the comedy to which he has lent his name. My challenge was, and is, to Mr Buchanan, who has a high literary reputation to guard, and who keeps silence, although, as a rule, he is as apt for controversy as any gentleman alive. For years Mr Buchanan has affected the knight errant—“riding abroad redressing human wrong.” Has Mr Pecksniff been hidden behind Don Quixote’s vizor all this time?
                   Yours truly,                   DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.
     London, March 16th, 1896.

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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—Inasmuch as this matter has become one of a public nature by the publication in The Era of letters from the parties concerned, one of the public may perhaps be allowed to join in the fray. Soon after the production of The Romance of the Shopwalker, I remarked to a friend that the plot was exactly like that of a novel by Mr Murray. Others to whom I have spoken have seen the great likeness between the novel and the play. Mr Charles Marlowe’s weak arguments do not clear the matter up. I agree with him that “suggestions for The Shopwalker were certainly found” in Warren’s novel “Ten Thousand a-Year;” but I do not admit the conclusion implied—that these suggestions were made use of by the authors of the play. The said suggestions are merely indirect and contrary, whereas those offered by Mr Murray’s novel “The Way of the World” are direct. On first reading Mr Murray’s book, I saw a certain likeness between his novel and Warren’s, but that likeness was an artistic and not an actual one. It seemed that whereas Warren showed from an aristocratical point of view a type of man in humble life being raised to a higher position, and put him in a ridiculous light, Murray, urged by a sense of justice, took upon himself the task of showing another side of the picture—how that, though of lowly origin and education, the hero has the instincts of a gentleman.
     At any rate, the connection between the two novels is a vague and indirect one; besides, the general  idea, found in both novels, of a young man in humble circumstances coming into a fortune, is not even original in Warren’s. When, however, we deal with the connection between Murray’s novel and the play, we find another state of things—namely, all the incidents in the play and most of those in the novel being alike. There may be a similar general idea in two works, and yet no likeness as to details, as, for instance, the novels above mentioned of Warren and Murray; but when we come to details we are able to see how far one work is indebted to another. Since, in the case of Murray’s novel and Buchanan’s play, all the details are alike, it will need something more to the point than Mr Marlowe’s letter to convince us that the likeness is strangely accidental. As Mr Marlowe has “never read ‘The Way of the World,’” “it is pretty obvious” to whom we are indebted for putting The Shopwalker together, and that Mr Marlowe’s position as collaborator was purely an honorary one.
     Doubtless Mr Buchanan argues that it is the prerogative of genius to take any material it likes and mould it anew, infusing it with new spirit, &c., giving, perhaps, Shakespeare as an example; but with the taking of the material, unfortunately for our century, the likeness between the two dramatists ends. Playwrights nowadays seem fond of borrowing from novelists. There is a certain melodrama in existence called The Shadows of Life, and it appears to me to be a dramatised version of Miss Braddon’s story “The Cloven Foot.”
     Mr Marlowe’s last argument is a quibble. I advise him to read “The Way of the World,” and his eyes will be opened to what he has been let in for.
                                                           Yours truly,                   C. L. HALES.
     London, W.

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The Era (28 March, 1896)

“THE ROMANCE OF THE SHOPWALKER.”
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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—I had not intended to reply at all to Mr David Christie Murray, but to leave the question which he opens to public opinion. Mr Murray’s belligerent attitude, however, leaves me no option.
     I beg to say, therefore, absolutely, unreservedly, and finally, that “The Way of the World” is neither more nor less than a version—a clever and very superior version, I admit—of that insufferably vulgar and titanically tiresome book “Ten Thousand a-Year.” The incidents and characters in the two books are the same—a vulgar little snob suddenly succeeding to a great fortune, a “distressed” county family brought into collision with the snob, a little love affair between the snob and a titled lady, an aristocratic rival, a contested election, &c. Mr Murray has improved and altered his original; so, I think, have we; and while our monumental mother (as a critical wag calls her), our pawky Scotchman, and our matchmaking aunt have no duplicates in either book, our Thomas Tomkins, a study of the shopwalker “up to date,” bears little or no likeness to either Tittlebat Titmouse or Bolsover Kimberly. These, however, are points which your readers can decide for themselves by collating the two masterpieces of fiction, and comparing them with our unpretending little play.
     Once upon a time, but that was before I re-read “Ten Thousand a-Year,” I saw the possibilities of a play in “The Way of the World.” A very little reflection convinced me that the materials, being “twice told,” had become public property. Moreover, the real raison d’être of the later work being a savage attack on a personal friend of Mr Murray, a gentleman well known in journalism, I felt that I should much prefer to leave so delicate a subject in Mr Murray’s own hands, and not attempt the dramatisation of a Journalistic Vendetta.
     I am neither a Don Quixote nor, as Mr Murray politely suggests, a Mr Pecksniff. Mr Murray has good reason to know which I most resemble, for if he will cudgel his memory he will remember that I do occasionally attempt to “redress human wrongs,” and that I redressed a very patent one, in which he was personally concerned, not many months ago. This, however, is a subject into which I do not care to travel without further invitation on the part of Mr Murray.
     I have only one word more to say, and that is in reference to the person whom Mr Murray, with characteristic chivalry, describes as the “man in the street.” No one knows better than Mr Murray that “Charles Marlowe” is the nom de plume of a writer whom Charles Reade, shortly before his death, welcomed with pride and admiration into literature, and who has since then done memorable work both in fiction and on the stage. If The Shopwalker possesses any interest at all, it is because I had the help of that writer in its construction, its detail, its dialogue, and its production; and I may add, indeed, that very much of my dramatic work has had the advantage of the same invaluable aid, and the same carefully acquired experience of “stage” necessities. When any man in the street, Mr Murray or another, can offer me the same collaboration, I shall be ready to listen to him, but in the meantime I am satisfied to associate my name with that of the authoress of “The Queen of Connaught.” Yours truly,
                                                                                     ROBERT BUCHANAN.
     Vaudeville Theatre, March 23d, 1896.

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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—The letter of Mr David Christie Murray, which appeared in your issue of last week, is really too disingenuous for words, and were I to follow my own inclination I should treat it with the silence that such an effusion deserves. In adopting such a policy, however, I should be accused by that hot-headed gentleman of being unable to answer certain accusations which he has thought fit to make against me, and which, to any unprejudiced person, must appear as discourteous as they are unfounded.
     Mr Murray avows that his challenge is not to me, but to my collaborateur, Mr Robert Buchanan. It is to me, since it was I who first suggested the idea of our play The Romance of the Shopwalker to Mr Buchanan, and we afterwards worked it out together.
     Next, I am accused of having established my ignorance by my statement that I had never read the novel entitled “The Way of the World,” but that I had read “Ten Thousand a-Year,” and from it had taken suggestions for The  Shopwalker. I certainly have been grossly ignorant on one point, for I was quite unaware of the fact that to be acquainted with the novels of Mr David Christie Murray was considered a necessary part of a liberal education.
     But if, as Mr Murray goes on to state, “no part of our story is to be found in Warren’s pages,” how was it that the gentlemen of the press, who, I presume, are supposed to have ordinary common sense and insight, should almost without an exception have stated the fact that suggestions for it were to be found in “Ten Thousand a-Year?”
     It is a pity that Mr Murray, capable writer as he is in some ways, should have allowed his temper and ill-feeling to induce him to make his last and most ungenerous insinuation. The name of “Charles Marlowe” is certainly not widely known in either literary or dramatic circles, but Mr Murray when he wrote his letter was perfectly well aware of the fact that it was a mere nom de guerre, and that in using it Mr Buchanan had not bracketed with his own name as co-author that of a mere nobody or “man in the street.” He knew perfectly well that “Charles Marlowe” stood for “Harriett Jay,” and that the works of Harriett Jay, whatever their merits might be, were at least as well and widely known to the public as those of Mr David Christie Murray. Yours truly,
                                                                           CHARLES MARLOWE (HARRIETT JAY).
     Vaudeville Theatre, March 23d, 1896.

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THE DEVIL AND THE DRAMATIST.
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     There have been so many spiteful things written about our dramatists and their literature that when a celebrated playwright brings out a serious poem the event should not be allowed to pass without comment as a publication of no importance. Almost simultaneous with the success of The Shopwalker at the Vaudeville has happened the issue from the New Temple Press of a black book called “The Devil’s Case,” by Mr ROBERT BUCHANAN. We must be allowed to disregard the plea which he makes against being judged “line by line,” and we cannot deny ourselves the luxury of a few quotations from so startling a poem. Mr BUCHANAN starts with the assertion that he has interviewed the real Devil.

“I, the Interviewer, hated
Cordially by cliques and critics,
Railed at in a hundred journals
As a Scotchman lost and lorn.

“I, the Interviewer, banished
From the Eden of the poets,
Where the stainless laurel-wearers
Wander innocent and nude.”

In spite of all tribulations, however, Mr BUCHANAN assures us that he keeps in his possession

“Power to stand erect, while cravens
Roll the Log and bend the knee.”

Mr BUCHANAN’S interview with the Devil takes place on Hampstead Heath on the evening of August Bank Holiday:—

“All that afternoon I’d wandered,
’Mid the throng of Nymphs and Satyrs;
Now, at last, the Bacchanalian
August holiday was over.

“Sad my soul had been among them,
Envying their easy pleasures,
Since for many a month behind me
Wolf-like creditors had thronged;

“Since my name and fame were lying
In the gutter of the journals,
While the laws of Earth and Heaven
Seemed one vast Receiving Order!

“Far down westward, over Harrow,
Pensively the moon was shining,
Opening her dark bed-curtains
With a wan and sleepy smile.”

     Before we come to the interview with the Devil, we are incidentally informed of several facts interesting to all who admire Mr BUCHANAN’S talent and industry as a writer of plays. We learn that, spite of all his slips, he has ever loathed the foul materialistic serpent that surrounds the world; that, from the hour he first remembers, he was gazing at the stars, wondering, dreaming, speculating, and aspiring, and “reaching hands and feeling backward,” to the secret founts of Being. Those happy days soon passed over, and Mr BUCHANAN, so he says, became an eyeless Samson, doing his daily task-work, blind and sad, yet not despairing. Bitterly on that Bank Holiday evening—the “wolf-like creditors” thronging behind him in imagination—with all his load of woes upon him, Mr BUCHANAN bare witness against the Serpent who had made him see and know.
     At first we fancied that this reptile was meant to typify the Official Receiver, but our surmise was contradicted by what followed. Mr BUCHANAN sees an old gentleman sitting by a fallen, withered tree. He is clerically dressed, bareheaded and spectacled; and he is reading by moonlight the pink edition of an evening paper. Conversation follows; and the old fellow comments on the contents of the newspapers in the same strain as Mr Graves does in Money. After further chit-chat, the stranger dilates, throws out a pair of soot-black wings, and stands fluttering before the astonished dramatist like “some ragged ancient raven.”

“While the moonlight’s tremulous fingers
Smooth’d his woeful hoary hair!”

Then, boldly announcing himself as Satan, the old gentleman—it is the “old gentleman”—clutches up Mr BUCHANAN, who clings wildly to the fringe of the Devil’s dark raiment, and is wafted swiftly away. This scene, we are sorry to say, has not been one of those selected by the artist whose exquisitely comic illustrations are the most remarkable things in this very remarkable book.
     Here we must part with “The Devil’s Case,” whose vast philosophical aim is far beyond our scope. We have not been able to refrain from quoting the passages which bore personally upon Mr BUCHANAN’S interesting personality—a personality rendered more interesting just now by a kind of triangular duel which is going on in our columns between that gentleman, Miss HARRIETT JAY—the “Charles Marlowe” of The Shopwalker—and Mr DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY, who opened the ball with the accusation that Mr BUCHANAN had taken the plot of The Shopwalker from that of a novel by Mr MURRAY called “The Way of the World.” Mr MURRAY said that if Mr BUCHANAN had sought his collaboration he (Mr MURRAY) would have been honoured and delighted, but he described the “act of plunder” as “wholesale and audacious.”
     The first reply came from Miss JAY, who stated that she had never read “The Way of the World,” though she admitted that the notion of The Shopwalker was taken from SAMUEL WARREN’S “Ten Thousand a-Year.” If “The Way of the World” resembled The Shopwalker, said Miss JAY pleasantly, it was pretty evident where Mr MURRAY must have gone for his inspiration. Surely, she observed, that source was open to all of us? Mr MURRAY returned to the charge and marvelled—as, of course, everybody had marvelled—at the silence of Mr ROBERT BUCHANAN, who, said Mr MURRAY, “has read my book, and years ago suggested to me by a third person that he should dramatise it.” “The story of the collaborators,” continued Mr MURRAY, “is not to be found in WARREN’S pages. It is, as I have shown, to be found in mine. My challenge was, and is, to Mr BUCHANAN, who keeps silence. For years he has affected the knight errant, ‘riding abroad redressing human wrong.’ Has Mr Pecksniff been hidden behind Don Quixote’s visor all this time?”
     This, as our readers will see by reference to our pages this week, has brought out Mr ROBERT BUCHANAN; and Mr MURRAY, as the Viceroy used to say in La Périchole, has “lost nothing by waiting.” Mr BUCHANAN lays on full sore on Mr MURRAY, calling “Ten Thousand a-Year” an insufferably vulgar and titanically tiresome book, and coupling it and “The Way of the World,” ironically, as two masterpieces of fiction. Mr BUCHANAN owns to having contemplated an adaptation of the latter novel; but, after re-reading “Ten Thousand a-Year,” he concluded, he says, that he might just as well borrow at first, as at second,  hand. Mr BUCHANAN alludes mysteriously to having, not many months ago, redressed a “very patent wrong” in which Mr CHRISTIE MURRAY was concerned. This is really very interesting; and the pleasant little remark of Miss HARRIETT JAY in another letter to the effect that she was not aware that an acquaintance with the novels of Mr DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY was considered a necessary part of a liberal education, gives a fresh dash of piquancy to the discussion. Speaking of spurious fiends and devils in his poems Mr BUCHANAN says:—

“Though to other generations
They might seem appalling creatures;
Really they were not authentic,
Not the GREAT ORIGINAL!”

The “great original” in this case seems to have been SAMUEL WARREN. As regards the MURRAY - BUCHANAN - JAY controversy we must leave opinions to be formed by each of our readers according to his lights and data. Let us hope that in the end all may be satisfactorily explained, and that each of the three laurel-wearers may wander “stainless” and “innocent”—though certainly not “nude.”

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The Era (4 April, 1896)

“THE ROMANCE OF THE SHOPWALKER.”
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TO THE EDITOR OF THE ERA.

     Sir,—At last Mr Robert Buchanan has entered the ring. I could ask for nothing better.
     In that masterful tone which always characterises him in controversy, he declares “absolutely, unreservedly, and finally” that the novel from which I charge him with having lifted The Romance of the Shopwalker is neither more nor less than “a very superior version” of Warren’s “Ten Thousand a-Year,” and he implies, though he does not venture to assert, that he is not even remotely indebted to my work.
     Now, will Mr Buchanan be good enough to answer two or three plain questions? Where, if not in my pages, did he light upon the purchase and donation of the mortgages, which is the marrow of his plot and of mine? It is not to be found in Warren. Where, if not in my pages, did he find his snobbish central person (suddenly grown heroic) withdrawing his pretensions to the hand of the lady he truly loves, and bestowing upon his rival, as a wedding dower, the papers which he is supposed to have bought to coerce a noble family into submission? These things are not in Warren. Where, if not in my pages, did he find the kindly little sister of the heroine giving lessons in speech and etiquette to the vulgar hero? She is not in Warren. Where, if not in my pages, did he find the episode of the cruel election squib, which is wrongfully attributed to the aristocratic lover? Certainly not in Warren. Where, is not in my pages, did he find the gentleman’s apology to the snob? Assuredly not in Warren. These things make all the story of two acts of The Shopwalker. They make a part of the story of “The Way of the World.” There is not a hint of any one of them in “Ten Thousand a-Year.”
     There I could be content to let the matter rest, but Mr Buchanan advances a pretension so amazing and so fatal to all common honesty in letters that it deserves to be gibbeted out of hand. He argues with unmistakable plainness that the fact of B having robbed A justifies C in robbing A also. “The materials being ‘twice told’ had become common property,” says Mr Buchanan.
     I plead a legitimate debt to Samuel Warren. My book is in no sense a copy of his. It is, on the contrary, a sheer reversal, and differs alike in mechanism and in atmosphere. Warren had a sort of humorous loathing for his central personage. He took a vulgar-hearted and despicable little cad, and suddenly enriched him. He dragged him from one bog of scorn and contumely to another. He condemned him to a hateful shamelessness of greed and vulgarity and ostentation. “Here,” said I, “is only one statement of a case,” and I began to think what would happen to a gentle-natured, generous-minded little vulgarian who should suddenly be exposed to the cares and temptations which accompany great riches. So I invented Bolsover Kimberley, and sent him on his travels. I invented a story for him which is not to be found in Warren’s novel —a story which is the intentional and diametric opposite of Warren’s—a story not of a snob’s dirty greed finally covered with ignominy, but of his lofty self-abnegation crowned with the respect of those who began by regarding him with hatred and despite.
     It is one thing to take, openly and avowedly, the germ of an idea from a dead author, to reverse that idea in order to get a new light upon it, and to construct for its display a novel mechanism of plot, and it is another thing to take without acknowledgment an entire structure from the marketable work of a living  writer, to dub a production “new and original” whilst its every vital movement is borrowed, and to answer complaint by the contention that the accuser is himself a thief.
     One further word. Both Miss Harriett Jay and Mr Buchanan are very angry with me for having spoken of Mr Charles Marlowe as “the man in the street.” If they will honour my letter with a further reading they will find that they have forced a construction upon my words which they will not bear and were never meant to bear.
     I now leave the question finally, with many thanks for the courtesy extended to me by The Era.
                   Yours truly,                   DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.
     London, March 30th, 1896.

 

[Samuel Warren’s Ten Thousand a-Year and David Christie Murray’s The Way of the World (Vol. 1 and Vol. 3 only) are available at the Internet Archive. The Romance of the Shopwalker was never published. Personally, when first reading the reviews of The Romance of the Shopwalker the first thing I thought of was Kipps by H. G. Wells (to tell the truth it was actually Half a Sixpence with Tommy Steele) but, on checking the dates, that was published in 1905. One wonders where Wells got his idea from.

David Christie Murray (1847-1907) was the elder brother of Henry Murray, who had lived for a time in the Buchanan household (and whose suggestion that people would pay good money to see Lily Langtry dance led to their collaboration on A Society Butterfly which was the immediate cause of Buchanan’s bankruptcy in 1894) so he would obviously have been at least a casual acquaintance of both Buchanan and Harriett Jay. He makes no mention of Buchanan in his books, The Making of a Novelist: An Experiment in Autobiography (1894), My Contemporaries in Fiction (1897) or Recollections (1908), but the latter does contain transcripts of two letters from Buchanan, one of which is dated 17th June, 1897 and appears quite friendly in tone, suggesting that whatever animosity was caused by the Shopwalker incident had been forgotten.

I came across two items in The Boston Globe from October 1894, concerning David Christie Murray, who was visiting America at the time, which contain brief mentions of Buchanan. The first of these is on the subject of palmistry (!), the second, a review of a public performance by Murray - both are available below.]

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The Boston Sunday Globe (7 October, 1894 - p.7)

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The Boston Daily Globe (25 October, 1894 - p.4)

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