12mo., pp. , iv, 282; internally a very good copy, untrimmed, rebound in blue-green library buckram.
US $901 €736
First edition. Like her better-known older sister Anne, Annabella Plumptre (‘Bell’) was a translator and novelist. Their father was Robert Plumptre, prebendary of Norwich and president of Queen’s College, Cambridge. They began their writing careers as part of the Enfield circle where participation in private theatricals may have contributed to Bell’s easy assumption of different characters and idiolects in this collection of stories.
George –––– robbed the Western Mail to pay his debts and support his family who, destitute again years later, looked to the bag of stolen letters (preserved as ‘a fatal memorial’) as their last resort. Since, perforce, there are no answers to the letters, each has to tell a story in itself – of love and marriage, elopements, high life, low life, London, quackery, the ‘Game of Sentiment’, caricatures, and the like.
The semi-literate Mrs. L––––, a mantua maker, reports to Mrs. F–––– on the latest ladies’ ‘fashings … nigligees … hoops’ and styles of hair (‘frizzed very tight, and done up to a large cushing’). Mrs. V–––– writes to her mother distraught that her husband expects her to suckle their child for ‘it would quite spoil my shape’ and cruelly ruin the pleasures of life in London. Dr. –––– peddles his universal remedy – ‘Vital, Antiscorbutic, Cosmetic Lozenges’ – to a series of patients with wholly different complaints. Fanny ––––, a discarded mistress, writes to Lord N–––– ‘I will not be got rid of in this manner. I will be your torment and haunt you everywhere …. I will think of nothing else, day nor night, but how to be revenged.’
Mr. A–––– declines a commission from Mr. K–––– to buy caricature prints: ‘I have an aversion to them in every respect. Merely as drawings they are always displeasing to my eye …. They commonly speak no language … but that of vulgarity, passion, and frequently obscenity ....’ Mr. P–––– tells Miss C–––– that his bookseller regards her gothic novel as ‘not above a third rate performance, and that he never gives more than ten guineas for third rates’ [but he does not say that he refuses to publish third-rate novels!]. ‘The title, however, is superlative: The secret, mysterious, terrific horrors of the haunted recesses of the gloomy cave of Elfinodorinnia ....’ Mr. G–––– sends Mr. H–––– a critique of his long poem ‘Breakfast’ (‘This is a loaf of bread … this is a clean knife … this is a radish ….’).
An entertaining book. Bell would have made an excellent agony aunt.
Garside, Raven, and Schöwerling 1801: 57.
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