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On mur­der by Thomas De Quincey
On Mur­der
Con­sid­ered as One of the Fine Arts

To the Ed­i­tor of Black­wood’s Mag­a­zineWil­liam Black­wood (1776–1834) ed­it­ed Black­wood’s Mag­a­zine from 1817 to 1834, but the mag­a­zine also had a fic­tive edi­tor, ‘Chris­to­pher North’, who was most of­ten per­son­at­ed by John Wil­son (1785–1854), vo­lu­mi­nous Black­wood’s con­trib­u­tor and Pro­fes­sor of Mor­al Phi­los­o­phy in the Uni­ver­sity of Edin­burgh, 1820–51. De Q. un­doubt­edly had both Black­wood and Wil­son in mind when he ad­dressed him­self to the ed­i­tor of Black­wood’s (see Rob­ert Mor­ri­son, ‘John Wil­son and the edi­tor­ship of Black­wood’s Mag­a­zine’, Notes and Que­ries, 46/1 (1999), 48–50).

Sir,

We have all heard of a So­ci­ety for the Pro­mo­tion of Vice,De Q. prob­a­bly par­o­dies the So­ci­ety for Pro­mot­ing Chris­tian Knowl­edge, found­ed by Thom­as Bray (1656–1730) in 1698 to en­cour­age the dis­tri­bu­tion of Chris­ti­an lit­er­a­ture and coun­ter­act the growth of vice and immorality. of the Hell-­Fire Club,The first of sev­er­al ear­ly eight­eenth-cen­tury Hell-­Fire Clubs is re­put­ed to have been found­ed around 1720 by Phil­ip, duke of Whar­ton (1698–1731). These in­for­mal aris­to­crat­ic groups were al­leg­ed­ly de­vot­ed to drink, sac­ri­lege, and sex­u­al ex­cess, and were bom­bas­ti­cally con­demned in the anon­y­mous Hell-­Fire-­Club : Kept by a So­ci­ety of Blas­phem­ers… With the King’s Or­der in Coun­cil, for Sup­press­ing Im­mor­al­ity and Prophane­ness (Lon­don, 1721). Sir Fran­cis Dash­wood (1708–81) found­ed a sim­i­lar but bet­ter-­known Club around 1750. &c. At Bright­on I think it was that a So­ci­ety was formed for the Sup­pres­sion of Vir­tue.De Q. par­o­dies the So­ci­ety for the Sup­pres­sion of Vice, found­ed in 1802 by Wil­liam Wilber­force (1759–1833), ab­oli­tion­ist and politician. That So­ci­ety was it­self sup­pressed—but I am sor­ry to say that an­oth­er ex­ists in Lon­don, of a char­ac­ter still more atro­cious. In ten­den­cy, it may be de­nom­i­nat­ed a So­ci­ety for the En­cour­age­ment of Mur­der ; but, ac­cord­ing to their own deli­cate ευφημισμὸς,‘eu­phe­mism’. it is styled—The So­ci­ety of Con­nois­seurs in Mur­der. They pro­fess to be cu­ri­ous in hom­i­cide ; ama­teurs and dil­et­tan­ti in the var­i­ous modes of blood­shed ; and, in short, Mur­der-­Fan­ci­ers. Every fresh atroc­ity of that class, which the po­lice an­nals of Eu­rope bring up, they meet and crit­i­cise as they would a pic­ture, stat­ue, or oth­er work of art. But I need not trou­ble my­self with any at­tempt to de­scribe the spir­it of their pro­ceed­ings, as you will col­lect that much bet­ter from one of the Month­ly Lec­tures read be­fore the So­ci­ety last year. This has fall­en into my hands acci­den­tal­ly, in spite of all the vigi­lance exer­cised to keep their trans­ac­tions from the pub­lic eye. The pub­li­ca­tion of it will alarm them ; and my pur­pose is that it should. For I would much rath­er put them down qui­et­ly, by an ap­peal to pub­lic opin­ion through you, than by such an ex­po­sure of names as would fol­low an ap­peal to Bow-street ;The chief mag­is­te­rial busi­ness of Lon­don was for many years car­ried on in the Bow Street Po­lice Court. Its of­ficers were pop­u­lar­ly known as the ‘Bow-Street Run­ners’, the first Lon­don po­lice force. In 1829, two years af­ter De Q. pub­lished this ar­ti­cle, the ‘Run­ners’ were offi­cial­ly re­placed by the Met­ro­pol­i­tan Po­lice. which last ap­peal, how­ev­er, if this should fail, I must posi­tive­ly re­sort to. For it is scan­dal­ous that such things should go on in a Chris­tian land. Even in a hea­then land, the pub­lic tol­er­a­tion of mur­der was felt by a Chris­tian writ­er to be the most cry­ing re­proach of the pub­lic mor­als. This writ­er was Lactan­ti­us ;Lactan­tius (c. ad 240–c.320), North Af­ri­can Chris­tian apo­lo­gist and one of the most re­print­ed of the Lat­in Church Fa­thers. De Q. quotes from Lactan­ti­us, ‘Epit­o­me 58’ in Epit­o­me Div­inar­um In­sti­tu­tio­num, ed. Eber­hared Heck and An­tonie Wlosok (Stutt­gart, 1994), 91. De Q. dis­torts the quo­ta­tion in a num­ber of ways, in­clud­ing the omis­sion of the open­ing ques­tion (‘What is as hor­rid, as foul as the mur­der of a man?’) and the trans­la­tion of ‘vo­lup­tas’ (‘pleas­ure’ or ‘de­light’) as ‘de­mands of taste’. and with his words, as sin­gu­lar­ly ap­pli­ca­ble to the pres­ent oc­ca­sion, I shall con­clude :—Quid tam hor­ri­bile,” says he, tam tetrum, quam hom­i­nis tru­ci­da­tio? Ideo sever­is­si­mis leg­i­bus vita nos­tra mu­ni­tur ; ideo bel­la exe­cra­bilia sunt. In­ven­it tamen con­sue­tu­do qua­tenus hom­i­cidi­um sine bel­lo ac sine leg­i­bus fa­ci­at : et hoc sibi vo­lup­tas quod scelus vin­di­cav­it. Quod si in­ter­esse hom­i­cidio sce­leris con­scien­tia est,—et ei­dem faci­nori spec­ta­tor ob­stric­t­us est cui et ad­mis­sor ; ergo et in his glad­ia­to­rum cae­d­i­b­us non mi­nus cru­o­re pro­fundi­tur qui spec­tat, quam ille qui fac­it : nec potest esse im­mu­nis à san­guine qui volu­it ef­fun­di ; aut vid­eri non in­ter­fe­cisse, qui in­ter­fec­tori et fa­vit et prœ­mi­um pos­tu­lavit.” “Hu­man life,” says he, is guard­ed by laws of the ut­ter­most rig­our, yet cus­tom has de­vised a mode of evad­ing them in be­half of mur­der ; and the de­mands of taste (vo­lup­tas) are now be­come the same as those of aban­doned guilt.” Let the So­ci­ety of Gen­tle­men Ama­teurs con­sid­er this ; and let me call their es­pe­cial at­ten­tion to the last sen­tence, which is so weighty, that I shall at­tempt to con­vey it in Eng­lish :—Now, if mere­ly to be pres­ent at a mur­der fas­tens on a man the char­ac­ter of an ac­com­plice,—if bare­ly to be a spec­ta­tor in­volves us in one com­mon guilt with the per­pe­tra­tor ; it fol­lows of ne­ces­si­ty, that, in these mur­ders of the am­phi­the­a­tre, the hand which in­flicts the fa­tal blow is not more deep­ly im­brued in blood than his who sits and looks on ; nei­ther can he be clear of blood who has coun­te­nanced its shed­ding ; nor that man seem oth­er than a par­tic­i­pa­tor in mur­der who gives his ap­plause to the mur­der­er, and calls for priz­es in his be­half.” The prœ­mi­a pos­tu­lavit‘he has de­mand­ed rewards’. I have not yet heard charged upon the Gen­tle­men Ama­teurs of Lon­don, though un­doubt­edly their pro­ceed­ings tend to that ; but the in­ter­fec­tori fa­vit‘he has shown fa­vour to the kill­er’. is im­plied in the very ti­tle of this as­so­ci­a­tion, and ex­pressed in every line of the lec­ture which I send you.—I am, &c.

X.Y.Z.One of De Q.’s favourite signatures.

(Note of the Edi­tor.The note is al­most cer­tain­ly the ad­di­tion of ei­ther Wil­liam Black­wood or John Wil­son, and seems to have been in­sert­ed with­out De Q.’s consent.—We thank our corre­spond­ent for his com­mu­ni­ca­tion, and also for the quo­ta­tion from Lactan­ti­us, which is very per­ti­nent to his view of the case ; our own, we con­fess, is dif­fer­ent. We can­not sup­pose the lec­tur­er to be in ear­nest, any more than Eras­mus in his Praise of Fol­ly,De­sid­e­r­ius Eras­mus of Rot­ter­dam (1469– 1536), the great­est of the Re­nais­sance hu­man­ists, sati­rized the­o­lo­gi­ans and wide­ly prac­tised reli­gious ob­ser­vanc­es in his cele­brat­ed Mo­ri­ae en­co­mi­um, or Praise of Fol­ly (1509). or Dean Swift in his pro­pos­al for eat­ing chil­dren.Jona­than Swift (1667–1745), An­glo-Irish au­thor and Dean of St Paul’s, Dub­lin. In ‘A Mod­est Pro­posal’ (1729), Swift sa­tir­i­cal­ly sug­gest­ed eat­ing the chil­dren of the Irish poor. How­ev­er, ei­ther on his view or on ours, it is equal­ly fit that the lec­ture should be made public.)

Lecture

Gen­tle­men,—I have had the hon­our to be ap­point­ed by your com­mit­tee to the try­ing task of read­ing the Wil­liams’For John Wil­liams, see above, p. 166. Lec­ture on Mur­der, con­sid­ered as one of the Fine Arts—a task which might be easy enough three or four cen­tu­ries ago, when the art was lit­tle un­der­stood, and few great mod­els had been ex­hib­it­ed ; but in this age, when mas­ter­piec­es of ex­cel­lence have been exe­cut­ed by pro­fes­sion­al men, it must be evi­dent, that in the style of criti­cism ap­plied to them, the pub­lic will look for some­thing of a corre­spond­ing im­prove­ment. Prac­tice and the­o­ry must ad­vance pari pas­su.‘at an equal pace’. Peo­ple be­gin to see that some­thing more goes to the com­po­si­tion of a fine mur­der than two block­heads to kill and be killed—a knife—a purse—and a dark lane. De­sign, gen­tle­men, group­ing, light and shade, po­et­ry, senti­ment, are now deemed in­dis­pen­sa­ble to at­tempts of this na­ture. Mr Wil­liams has ex­alt­ed the ide­al of mur­der to all of us; and to me, there­fore, in par­ticu­lar, has deep­ened the ar­du­ous­ness of my task. Like Aeschy­lus or Mil­ton in po­et­ry, like Mi­chael An­ge­loAeschy­lus (525–456 bc), Greek tra­ge­di­an. Mi­chel­an­gelo (1475–1564), Ital­ian paint­er, sculp­tor, ar­chi­tect, and poet. in paint­ing, he has car­ried his art to a point of co­los­sal sub­lim­ity; and, as Mr Wordsworth ob­serves, has in a man­ner “cre­at­ed the taste by which he is to be en­joyed.”Wil­liam Wordsworth (1770–1850) de­clared in his ‘Es­say, Sup­ple­men­tary to the Pref­ace’ (1815) that ‘every au­thor, as far as he is great and at the same time orig­i­nal, has had the task of cre­at­ing the taste by which he is to be en­joyed’ (The Prose Works of Wil­liam Wordsworth, ed. W. J. B. Owen and Jane Smy­s­er, 3 vols. (Ox­ford, 1974), iii. 80; Wordsworth’s italics). To sketch the his­to­ry of the art, and to ex­am­ine its prin­ci­ples crit­i­­i­cal­ly, now re­mains as a duty for the con­nois­seur, and for judg­es of quite an­oth­er stamp from his Maj­es­ty’s Judg­es of Assize.High Court judg­es who pre­sid­ed in coun­ty crim­i­nal and civ­il cases.

Be­fore I be­gin, let me say a word or two to cer­tain prigs, who af­fect to speak of our so­ci­ety as if it were in some de­gree im­mor­al in its ten­den­cy. Im­mor­al!—God bless my soul, gen­tle­men, what is it that peo­ple mean? I am for mo­ral­ity, and al­ways shall be, and for vir­tue and all that ; and I do af­firm, and al­ways shall, (let what will come of it,) that mur­der is an im­prop­er line of con­duct—high­ly im­prop­er ; and I do not stick to as­sert, that any man who deals in mur­der, must have very in­cor­rect ways of think­ing, and tru­ly in­ac­cu­rate prin­ci­ples ; and so far from aid­ing and abet­ting him by point­ing out his vic­tim’s hid­ing-place, as a great mor­al­istKant—who car­ried his de­mands of un­con­di­tion­al ve­rac­ity to so ex­trav­a­gant a length as to af­firm, that, if a man were to see an in­no­cent per­son es­cape from a mur­der­er, it would be his duty, on be­ing ques­tioned by the mur­der­er, to tell the truth, and to point out the re­treat of the in­no­cent per­son, un­der any cer­tain­ty of caus­ing mur­der. Lest this doc­trine should be sup­posed to have es­caped him in any heat of dis­pute, on be­ing taxed with it by a cele­brat­ed French writ­er, he sol­emn­ly reaf­firmed it, with his rea­sons.In 1797 the Fran­co-Swiss nov­el­ist and po­lit­i­cal writ­er Ben­ja­min Con­stant (1767–1830) ac­cused the Ger­man phi­los­o­pher Im­ma­nuel Kant (1724–1804) of go­ing ‘so far as to main­tain that it would be a crime to lie to a mur­der­er who asked us wheth­er a friend of ours whom he is pur­su­ing had tak­en ref­uge in our house’. Kant ad­mit­ted that ‘I ac­tu­ally said this some­where or oth­er, though I can­not now re­call where’, and then reaf­firmed his view in On the Sup­posed Right to Lie from Phi­lan­thro­py (1797), in which he states that ‘if you have by a lie pre­vent­ed some­one just now bent on mur­der from com­mit­ting the deed, then you are le­gal­ly ac­count­a­ble for all the con­se­quenc­es that might arise from it. But if you have kept strict­ly to the truth, then pub­lic jus­tice can hold noth­ing against you, what­ev­er the un­fore­seen conse­quenc­es might be’ (see Kant, Prac­ti­cal Phi­los­o­phy, ed. Mary J. Gre­gor (Cam­bridge, 1996), 611–12). Kant, how­ev­er, did not ar­gue that one should ‘point out [the] vic­tim’s hid­ing-place’ (as De Q.’s lec­tur­er claims). of Ger­ma­ny de­clared it to be every good man’s duty to do, I would sub­scribe one shil­ling and six­pence to have him ap­pre­hend­ed, which is more by eight­een-pence than the most emi­nent mor­al­ists have sub­scribed for that pur­pose. But what then? Everything in this world has two han­dles.De Q. bor­rows from Lau­rence Sterne, The Life and Opin­ions of Tris­tram Shan­dy, Gen­tle­man, ed. Ian Camp­bell Ross (Ox­ford, 1998), 83 : ‘Every thing in this world, con­tin­ued my fa­ther, (fill­ing a fresh pipe)—every thing in this earth­ly world, my dear broth­er Toby, has two han­dles.’ Mur­der, for in­stance, may be laid hold of by its mor­al han­dle, (as it gen­er­ally is in the pul­pit, and at the Old Bai­ley ;The Cen­tral Crim­i­nal Court in Lon­don.) and that, I con­fess, is its weak side ; or it may also be treat­ed aes­thet­i­cal­ly, as the Ger­mans call it, that is, in re­la­tion to good taste.

To il­lus­trate this, I will urge the au­thor­ity of three emi­nent per­sons, viz. S. T. Col­er­idge, Ar­is­tot­le, and Mr How­shipJohn How­ship (1781–1841), Eng­lish sur­geon and au­thor. the sur­geon. To be­gin with S.T.C.—One night, many years ago, I was drink­ing tea with him in Bern­ers’ Street, (which, by the way, for a short street, has been un­com­mon­ly fruit­ful in men of ge­ni­us.)Sam­uel Tay­lor Col­er­idge (1772–1834) lived with his friends John and Mary Mor­gan at 71 Bern­ers St., Lon­don, from 1812 to 1813. Oth­er ‘men of ge­ni­us’ who lived in Bern­ers St. in­clude the ar­chi­tect Sir Wil­liam Cham­bers (1726–96) and the paint­ers John Opie (1761–1807) and Hen­ry Fuse­li (1741–1825). Oth­ers were there be­sides my­self ; and amidst some car­nal con­sid­er­a­tions of tea and toast, we were all im­bib­ing a dis­ser­ta­tion on Ploti­nus from the at­tic lipsPloti­nus (205–70), Pla­ton­ist phi­los­o­pher. ‘At­tic’ is ‘of or per­tain­ing to At­ti­ca, or to its cap­i­tal Ath­ens’; thus, ‘marked by sim­ple and re­fined ele­gance, pure, classical’ (OED). of S.T.C. Sud­den­ly a cry arose of “Fire—fire!”—upon which all of us, mas­ter and dis­ci­ples, Pla­to and ὁι περί τον Πλάτωνα,‘those around Pla­to’. rushed out, ea­ger, for the spec­ta­cle.De Q. in­vokes John Wil­son, ‘Noct­es Am­bro­si­anae (XIV)’ in Black­wood’s Mag­a­zine, 15 (April 1824), 382: ‘I call this a very pass­a­ble fire. … I fear the block­heads will be throw­ing wa­ter upon the fire, and de­stroy­ing the ef­fect. Mr Am­bro­se, step over the way, and re­port pro­gress.’ Re­veal­ing­ly, Wil­son then pro­ceeds to a dis­cus- sion of John Thurtell. Cf. Wil­liam Ha­zlitt, ‘Mr Kean’s Iago’ in The Com­plete Works of Wil­liam Ha­zlitt, ed. P. P. Howe, 21 vols. (Lon­don, 1930–4), v. 213 : Shake­speare ‘knew that the love of pow­er … was nat­u­ral to man. … Why do we al­ways read the ac­counts in the news­pa­pers, of dread­ful fires and shock­ing mur­ders, but for the same rea­son?’ The fire was in Ox­ford Street, at a pi­ano-­forte mak­er’s ; and, as it prom­ised to be a con­fla­gra­tion of mer­it, I was sor­ry that my en­gage­ments forced me away from Mr Col­er­idge’s par­ty be­fore mat­ters were come to a cri­sis. Some days af­ter, meet­ing with my Pla­ton­ic host, I re­mind­ed him of the case, and begged to know how that very prom­is­ing ex­hi­bi­tion had ter­mi­nat­ed. “Oh, sir,” said he, “it turned out so ill, that we damned it unani­­i­mous­ly.” Now, does any man sup­pose that Mr Col­er­idge,—who, for all he is too fat to be a per­son of ac­tive vir­tue, is un­doubt­edly a wor­thy Chris­tian,—that this good S.T.C., I say, was an in­cen­di­ary, or ca­pa­ble of wish­ing any ill to the poor man and his pi­ano-­fortes (many of them, doubt­less, with the ad­di­tion­al keysThe first five and a half oc­tave pi­ano ap­peared in the late eight­eenth cen­tu­ry, and by the ear­ly nine­teenth cen­tu­ry pi­ano key­boards reached six and a half oc­taves.)? On the con­tra­ry, I know him to be that sort of man that I durst stake my life upon it he would have worked an en­gine in a case of ne­ces­si­ty, al­though rath­er of the fat­test for such fiery tri­als of his vir­tue. But how stood the case? Vir­tue was in no re­quest. On the ar­riv­al of the fire-engines, mo­ral­ity had de­volved whol­ly on the in­sur­ance of­fice.Fire bri­gades were em­ployed by the in­sur­ance com­pa­nies, and re­spond­ed only to fires at prem­ises in­sured by their own com­pa­nies. The gov­ern­ment was not in­volved in fire-­fight­ing un­til 1865. This be­ing the case, he had a right to grat­ify his taste. He had left his tea. Was he to have noth­ing in return?

I con­tend that the most vir­tu­ous man, un­der the prem­ises stat­ed, was en­ti­tled to make a lux­u­ry of the fire, and to hiss it, as he would any oth­er per­for­mance that raised ex­pec­ta­tions in the pub­lic mind, which after­wards it disap­point­ed. Again, to cite an­oth­er great au­thor­ity, what says the Sta­gy­r­ite? He (in the Fifth Book, I think it is, of his Meta­phys­ics,) de­scribes what he calls χλεπτὴν τέλειον, i.e. a per­fect thief ;Ar­is­tot­le (384–322 bc) was born in Sta­gi­ra and known as the ‘Sta­gir­ite’. In his Meta­phys­ics, v. xvi, he de­fines ‘ex­cel­lence’ as that which ‘can­not be sur­passed rela­tive to its ge­nus … trans­fer­ring it to the case of bad things, we speak of a com­plete scan­dal­mon­ger and a com­plete thief—as in­deed we even call them good : a good thief and a good scan­dal­mon­ger’. and, as to Mr How­ship, in a work of his on In­di­ges­tion, he makes no scru­ple to talk with ad­mi­ra­tion of a cer­tain ul­cer which he had seen, and which he styles “a beau­ti­ful ul­cer.”De Q. al­most cer­tain­ly has in mind How­ship, Prac­ti­cal Re­marks upon In­di­ges­tion (Lon­don, 1825), 155: ‘Ex­ter­nal to the cav­i­ty … was now seen, quite dis­tinct from the fine in­ject­ed mem­brane, the sec­tion of a small white soft tu­mor. … The con­trast was beau­ti­ful, the nat­u­ral struc­ture well in­ject­ed, that of the tu­mor not in­ject­ed at all’. Now will any man pre­tend, that, ab­stract­edly con­sid­ered, a thief could ap­pear to Ar­is­tot­le a per­fect char­ac­ter, or that Mr How­ship could be en­am­oured of an ul­cer? Ar­is­tot­le, it is well known, was him­self so very mor­al a char­ac­ter, that, not con­tent with writ­ing his Nichomachéan Eth­ics, in one vol­ume oc­ta­vo, he also wrote an­oth­er sys­tem, called Mag­na Mor­al­ia, or Big Eth­ics.Ar­is­tot­le’s Nico­ma­chean Eth­ics was ded­i­cat­ed to or ed­it­ed by his son, Nichoma­chus. The au­thor­ship of the Mag­na Mor­alia is un­cer­tain : it may have been writ­ten by Ar­is­tot­le, or it may have been com­piled from his lec­tures by one of his stu­dents af­ter his death. Now, it is im­pos­si­ble that a man who com­pos­es any eth­ics at all, big or lit­tle, should ad­mire a thief per se, and, as to Mr How­ship, it is well known that he makes war upon all ul­cers ; and, with­out suf­fer­ing him­self to be se­duced by their charms, en­deav­ours to ban­ish them from the coun­ty of Mid­dle­sex. But the truth is, that, how­ev­er ob­jec­tion­able per se, yet, rela­tive­ly to oth­ers of their class, both a thief and an ul­cer may have in­finite de­grees of mer­it. They are both im­per­fec­tions, it is true ; but to be im­per­fect be­ing their es­sence, the very great­ness of their im­per­fec­tion be­comes their per­fec­tion. Spar­tam nac­tus es, hanc ex­or­na.Adapt­ed from Cice­ro, Let­ters to At­ti­cus, iv. vi. 2, which it­self quotes Eu­ri­pi­d­es, Frag­ments, 723: ‘Spar­ta is your por­tion: em­bel­lish it!’ A thief like Au­tol­y­cus or Mr Bar­ring­ton,Au­tol­y­cus is the thief and rogue in Shake­speare’s The Win­ter’s Tale. George Bar­ring­ton (1755–1804) was an Irish ad­ven­tur­er and no­to­ri­ous pick­pock­et. and a grim phage­dae­nic ul­cer,‘spread­ing ul­cer’ (OED). su­perb­ly de­fined, and run­ning reg­u­lar­ly through all its nat­u­ral stag­es, may no less just­ly be re­gard­ed as ide­als af­ter their kind, than the most fault­less moss-rose amongst flow­ers, in its pro­gress from bud to “bright con­sum­mate flow­er” ;Mil­ton, Par­a­dise Lost, v. 481. or, amongst hu­man flow­ers, the most mag­nif­i­cent young fe­male, ap­par­elled in the pomp of wom­an­hood. And thus not only the ide­al of an ink­stand may be im­agined, (as Mr Col­er­idge demon­strat­ed in his cele­brat­ed corre­spond­ence with Mr Black­wood,Col­er­idge, ‘Se­lec­tion from Mr Col- eridge’s Lit­er­ary Corre­spond­ence with Friends, and Men of Let­ters’, Black­wood’s Mag­a­zine, 10 (1821), 256 : ‘What qual­i­ties and prop­er­ties would you wish to have com­bined in an ink-­stand? … The un­ion of these de­sid­er­ata will be your ide­al of an ink-­stand.’) in which, by the way, there is not so much, be­cause an ink­stand is a laud­a­ble sort of thing, and a val­u­a­ble mem­ber of so­ci­e­ty ; but even im­per­fec­tion it­self may have its ide­al or per­fect state.

Re­al­ly, gen­tle­men, I beg par­don for so much phi­los­o­phy at one time, and now, let me ap­ply it. When a mur­der is in the pau­lo-post-­fu­tu­rumA gram­mat­ical term re­fer­ring to the verb form used for an event that is about to hap­pen. tense, and a ru­mour of it comes to our ears, by all means let us treat it mor­al­ly. But sup­pose it over and done, and that you can say of it, Τετέλεςαι, or (in that ada­man­tine mo­los­sus of Me­dea) εἴργασαι ;Re­spec­tive­ly, ‘it is com­plet­ed’ and ‘it is done’. A mo­los­sus is ‘a met­ri­cal foot con­sist­ing of three long syl­la­bles’ (OED). De Q.’s ref­er­ence seems to be to Me­dea, a Greek trag­e­dy by Eu­ri­pi­des (c.485–406 bc). But the word εἴργασαι does not ap­pear in the play. De Q. prob­a­bly has in mind Eu­ri­pi­d­es, Hecu­ba, 1122. sup­pose the poor mur­dered man to be out of his pain, and the ras­cal that did it off like a shot, no­body knows whith­er ; sup­pose, last­ly, that we have done our best, by put­ting out our legs to trip up the fel­low in his flight, but all to no pur­pose—“abi­it, eva­sit,”Cice­ro, In Catil­inam, ii. I: ‘Abi­it, ex­ces­sit, eva­sit, erupit’ (‘He has gone, left us, got away, bro­ken out’). &c.—why, then, I say, what’s the use of any more vir­tue? Enough has been giv­en to mo­ral­ity ; now comes the turn of Taste and the Fine Arts. A sad thing it was, no doubt, very sad ; but we can’t mend it. There­fore let us make the best of a bad mat­ter ; and, as it is im­pos­sible to ham­mer any­thing out of it for mor­al pur­pos­es, let us treat it aes­thet­i­cal­ly, and see if it will turn to ac­count in that way. Such is the log­ic of a sen­si­ble man, and what fol­lows? We dry up our tears, and have the sat­is­fac­tion per­haps to dis­cov­er, that a trans­ac­tion, which, mor­ally con­sid­ered, was shock­ing, and with­out a leg to stand upon, when tried by prin­ci­ples of Taste, turns out to be a very mer­i­to­ri­ous perfor­mance. Thus all the world is pleased ; the old prov­erb is jus­ti­fied, that it is an ill wind which blows no­body good; the ama­teur, from look­ing bil­ious and sulky, by too close an at­ten­tion to vir­tue, be­gins to pick up his crumbs, and gen­er­al hi­lar­ity pre­vails. Vir­tue has had her day ; and hence­for­ward, Ver­tuVar­i­ant of ‘Vir­tu’, ‘a knowl­edge of, or in­ter­est in, the fine arts’ (OED). and Con­nois­seur­ship have leave to pro­vide for them­selves. Upon this prin­ci­ple, gen­tle­men, I pro­pose to guide your stud­ies, from Cain to Mr Thurtell.Cain was the first~born son of Adam and Eve, and mur­dered his broth­er Abel (Gen­e­sis 4: 1-16). John Thurtell (1794–1824) be­lieved his fel­low gam­bler Wil­liam Weare had cheat­ed him of £300 and, af­ter en­tic­ing Weare into the coun­try, he mur­dered him. Thurtell’s tri­al and exe­cu­tion at­tract­ed enor­mous at­ten­tion, in­clud­ing Wil­liam Mag­inn, ‘The Lament for Thurtell’ in Black­wood’s Mag­a­zine, 15 (Jan­u­ary 1824), 101 : ‘What if, af­ter swal­low­ing brains and blood, he ate pork chops like tur­tle, | Sure, don’t we swal­low any­thing? Alas! for Whig Jack Thurtell’. Through this great gal­lery of mur­der, there­fore, to­geth­er let us wan­der hand in hand, in de­light­ed ad­mi­ra­tion, while I en­deav­our to point your at­ten­tion to the ob­jects of prof­it­a­ble criticism.

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The first mur­der is fa­mil­iar to you all. As the in­ven­tor of mur­der, and the fa­ther of the art,De Q. par­o­dies Pierce Egan (1772–1849), sport­ing writ­er, whose Box­ia­na (1812) opens with a live­ly sur­vey of ‘the ori­gin, rise, and pro­gress of pu­gi­lism in Eng­land’, and pon­ders ‘wheth­er our first par­ent, Adam, had any pre­ten­sions to this art’ (Egan, Box­ia­na, ed. Scott No­ble (To­ron­to, 1997), 1). Cain must have been a man of first-rate ge­ni­us. All the Cains were men of ge­ni­us. Tu­bal CainEve ‘also bare-­Cain, Tu­bal an in­struc­tor of every ar­tif­i­cer in brass and iron’ (Gen­e­sis 4:22). in­vent­ed tubes, I think, or some such thing. But, what­ev­er were the orig­i­nal­ity and ge­ni­us of the art­ist, every art was then in its in­fan­cy ; and the works must be criti­cised with a rec­ol­lec­tion of that fact. Even Tu­bal’s work would prob­a­bly be lit­tle ap­proved at this day in Shef­field ;Shef­field, in south York­shire, was in the 19th cen­tu­ry the world cen­tre of high-grade steel man­u­fac­ture. and there­fore of Cain (Cain sen­ior, I mean,) it is no dis­par­age­ment to say, that his per­for­mance was but so so. Mil­ton, how­ev­er, is sup­posed to have thought dif­fer­ent­ly. By his way of re­lat­ing the case, it should seem to have been rath­er a pet mur­der with him, for he re­touch­es it with an ap­par­ent anx­i­ety for its pic­tur­esque ef­fect :—

Where­at he inly raged ; and, as they talk’d, Smote him into the mid­riff with a stone That beat out life : he fell ; and, dead­ly pale, Groan’d out his soul with gush­ing blood ef­fus’d.

Par. Lost, B. XI.Milton, Paradise Lost, xi. 444–7.

Upon this, Rich­ard­son the paint­er, who had an eye for ef­fect, re­marks as fol­lows, in his Notes on Par­a­dise Lost, p. 497 :—“It has been thought,” says he, that Cain beat (as the com­mon say­ing is,) the breath out of his broth­er’s body with a great stone ; Mil­ton gives in to this, with the ad­di­tion, how­ev­er, of a large wound.”Jona­than Rich­ard­son (1667–1745), por­trait paint­er, Ex­plan­a­tory Notes and Re­marks on Par­a­dise Lost (1734), 497. In this place it was a judi­cious ad­di­tion ; for the rude­ness of the weap­on, un­less raised and en­riched by a warm, san­gui­nary col­our­ing, has too much of the na­ked air of the sav­age school ; as if the deed were per­pe­trat­ed by a Polyphemein Hom­er’s Od­ys­seus, Polyphemus is the most fa­mous of a race of sav­age, one-eyed gi­ants known as Cy­clo­pes. In Book IX Od­ys­seus nar­row­ly es­capes be­ing killed and eat­en by Polyphemus. with­out sci­ence, pre­med­i­ta­tion, or any­thing but a mut­ton bone. How­ev­er, I am chief­ly pleased with the im­prove­ment, as it im­plies that Mil­ton was an ama­teur. As to Shak­speare, there nev­er was a bet­ter ; as his de­scrip­tion of the mur­dered Duke of Glouces­ter, in Hen­ry VI.,Shake­speare, Henry VI, iii. ii. of Dun­can’s, Ban­quo’s,Shake­speare, Macbeth, ii. ii and Macbeth, iii. iii. &c. suffi­cient­ly proves.

The foun­da­tion of the art hav­ing been once laid, it is pit­i­a­ble to see how it slum­bered with­out im­prove­ment for ages. In fact, I shall now be obliged to leap over all mur­ders, sa­cred and pro­fane, as ut­ter­ly un­wor­thy of no­tice, un­til long af­ter the Chris­tian era. Greece, even in the age of Peri­cles,Per­i­cles (c.495–429 bc), Atheni­an states­man, led Greece dur­ing an age of great po­lit­i­cal and cul­tur­al achievement. pro­duced no mur­der of the slight­est mer­it ; and Rome had too lit­tle orig­i­nal­ity of ge­ni­us in any of the arts to suc­ceed, where her mod­el failed her. In fact, the Lat­in lan­guage sinks un­der the very idea of mur­der. “The man was mur­dered ;”—how will this sound in Lat­in? In­ter­fec­tus est, in­ter­emp­tus est‘He was killed, he was de­stroyed’—which sim­ply ex­press­es a hom­i­cide ; and hence the Chris­tian Lat­i­n­ity of the mid­dle ages was obliged to in­tro­duce a new word, such as the fee­ble­ness of clas­sic con­cep­tions nev­er as­cend­ed to. Mur­dra­tus est,De Q. play­ful­ly Lat­i­niz­es Ger­man stems : ‘He was murdered’. says the sub­lim­er dia­lect of Goth­ic ages. Mean­time, the Jew­ish school of mur­der kept alive what­ev­er was yet known in the art, and grad­u­ally trans­ferred it to the West­ern World. In­deed the Jew­ish school was al­ways re­spect­a­ble, even in the dark ages, as the case of Hugh of Lin­coln shows, which was hon­oured with the ap­pro­ba­tion of Chau­cer, on oc­ca­sion of an­oth­er per­for­mance from the same school, which he puts into the mouth of the Lady Abbess.In Geof­frey Chau­cer’s Can­ter­bury Tales, the Pri­or­ess (not ‘Ab­bess’) re­lates the sto­ry of a choir­boy in Asia who was mur­dered by Jews. At the end of the tale she lik­ens him to Hugh of Lin­coln (1245–55), a leg­end­ary Eng­lish child mar­tyr whose al­leged mur­der by Jews be­came a fo­cal point of me­di­e­val anti‑Semitism.

Re­cur­ring, how­ev­er, for one mo­ment to clas­si­cal an­tiq­ui­ty, I can­not but think that Cat­iline, Clodi­us, and some of that co­te­rie, would have made first-rate art­ists ; and it is on all ac­counts to be re­gret­ted, that the prig­gism of Cice­roCice­ro (106–43 bc), states­man, law­yer, schol­ar, and writ­er, was also the great­est Ro­man ora­tor. Cat­iline (c.108–62 bc), aris­to­crat and dema­gogue, plot­ted to over­throw the Ro­man re­pub­lic and mur­der its lead­ing citi­zens, in­clud­ing Cice­ro. He was de­nounced by Cice­ro in the Sen­ate and died in bat­tle short­ly there­af­ter. Clodi­us (c.93–52 bc), pol­i­ti­cian and thug, was a bit­ter ene­my of Cice­ro. robbed his coun­try of the only chance she had for dis­tinc­tion in this line. As the sub­ject of a mur­der, no per­son could have an­swered bet­ter than him­self. Lord! how he would have howled with pan­ic, if he had heard Ce­the­gusCe­the­gus was the most dan­ger­ous of Cat­iline’s as­so­ci­ates and un­der­took to mur­der Cice­ro. He was exe­cut­ed by or­der of the Sen­ate. un­der his bed. It would have been tru­ly di­vert­ing to have lis­tened to him ; and sat­is­fied I am, gen­tle­men, that he would have pre­ferred the utile of creep­ing into a clos­et, or even into a clo­a­ca, to the hon­es­tumDe Q. means the use­ful (‘utile’) as op­posed to the hon­our­a­ble (‘hon­es­tum’) thing. A ‘clo­a­ca’ is a ‘sew­er’. of fac­ing the bold art­ist.

To come now to the dark ages—(by which we, that speak with pre­ci­sion, mean, par excel­lence, the tenth cen­tu­ry, and the times im­me­di­ately be­fore and af­ter)—these ages ought nat­u­ral­ly to be fa­vour­a­ble to the art of mur­der, as they were to church-ar­chi­tec­ture, to stained-glass, &c. ; and, ac­cord­ing­ly, about the lat­ter end of this pe­ri­od, there arose a great char­ac­ter in our art, I mean the Old Man of the Moun­tains. He was a shin­ing light, in­deed, and I need not tell you, that the very word “as­sas­sin”The ‘As­sas­sins’, whose name de­rives from the Ar­a­bic ‘Hash­shash’ (‘hash­ish smok­er’), were an Is­lam­ic sect dat­ing from the elev­enth cen­tu­ry, and infa­mous for their al­leged prac­tice of tak­ing hash­ish to in­duce ec­stat­ic vi­sions and then mur­der­ing their reli­gious ene­mies. Rashid ad-­Din (d. 1192), lead­er of the Syr­i­an branch of the As­sas­sins, was known in the West as the Old Man of the Moun­tain. is de­duced from him. So keen an ama­teur was he, that on one oc­ca­sion, when his own life was at­tempt­ed by a fa­vour­ite as­sas­sin, he was so much pleased with the tal­ent shown, that not­with­stand­ing the fail­ure of the art­ist, he cre- ated him a Duke upon the spot, with re­main­der to the fe­male line, and set­tled a pen­sion on him for three lives.The an­ec­dote has not been traced, and is prob­a­bly De Q.’s own apoc­ry­phal addition. As­sas­si­na­tion is a branch of the art which de­mands a sep­a­rate no­tice ; and I shall de­vote an en­tire lec­ture to it. Mean­time, I shall only ob­serve how odd it is, that this branch of the art has flour­ished by fits. It nev­er rains, but it pours. Our own age can boast of some fine speci­mens ; and, about two cen­tu­ries ago, there was a most bril­liant con­stel­la­tion of mur­ders in this class. I need hard­ly say, that I al­lude es­pe­cial­ly to those five splen­did works,—the as­sas­si­na­tions of Wil­liam I. of Or­ange, of Hen­ry IV. of France,Wil­liam I, Prince of Or­ange (1533–84), lead­er of the Prot­es­tant Neth­er­lands in their re­volt against Span­ish rule, was shot dead by a fa­nat­i­cal Ro­man Catho­lic, Franc-Com­tois Balthasar Gérard. Hen­ri IV (1553–1610), first Bour­bon King of France, was stabbed to death by a de­ranged Ro­man Catho­lic, François Ra­vail­lac (1578–1610). of the Duke of Buck­ing­ham, (which you will find ex­cel­lent­ly de­scribed in the let­ters pub­lished by Mr El­lis,George Vil­li­ers, 1st Duke of Buck­ing­ham (1592–1628), states­man and roy­al fa­vour­ite, was mur­dered in Ports­mouth by a dis­af­fect­ed na­val lieu­ten­ant, John Fel­ton (c.1595–1628). Sir Hen­ry El­lis (1777–1869), prin­ci­pal li­brar­ian of the Brit­ish Mu­se­um, pub­lished a let­ter ‘an­nounc­ing the As­sas­si­na­tion of the Duke of Buck­ing­ham’ in Orig­i­nal let­ters, il­lus­tra­tive of Eng­lish His­to­ry, 3 vols. (Lon­don, 1824), iii. 254–60: ‘the Duke of Buck­ing­ham … was by one Fel­ton … slaine at one blow, with a dag­ger-knife. In his stag­ger­ing he turn’d about, ut­ter­ing one­ly this word, “Villaine!”’ of the Brit­ish Mu­se­um,) of Gus­ta­vus Adol­phus, and of Wal­len­stein.Gus­ta­vus Adol­phus (1594–1632), king of Swe­den and cham­pi­on of the Prot­es­tant cause in the Thir­ty Years War, was not mur­dered, but died in bat­tle at Lützen. Al­bre­cht Wen­zel Eu­se­bi­us von Wal­len­stein (1583–1634), Bo­he­mi­an sol­dier and com­mand­er of the ar­mies of the Holy Ro­man Em­pire in the Thir­ty Years War, was stabbed to death by an Eng­lish mer­ce­nary, Wal­ter De­vere­ux. The King of Swe­den’s as­sas­si­na­tion, by the by, is doubt­ed by many writ­ers, Harte amongst oth­ers ;De Q. re­fers to Wal­ter Harte (1709–74), mis- cel­la­ne­ous writ­er, The His­to­ry of the Life of Gus­ta­vus Adol­phus, King of Swe­den (1759). Harte’s ac­count does not tal­ly with De Q.’s : as Gus­ta­vus’s fol­low­ers ‘were pre­par­ing to re­treat, an Im­pe­rial cav­a­lier ad­vanced, unob­served … and hav­ing cried out, Long have I fought thee, tran­spierced his maj­es­ty with a pis­tol-ball through the body’ (Harte, The His­to­ry of Gus­ta­vus Adol­phus, 2 vols. (Lon­don, 1807), ii. 377) but they are wrong. He was mur­dered ; and I con­sid­er his mur­der unique in its excel­lence ; for he was mur­dered at noon-­day, and on the field of bat­tle,—a fea­ture of orig­i­nal con­cep­tion, which oc­curs in no oth­er work of art that I re­mem­ber. In­deed, all of these as­sas­si­na­tions may be stud­ied with prof­it by the ad­vanced con­nois­seur. They are all of them exem­p­laria,‘mod­els’ or ‘examples’. of which one may say,—

Noc­turnâ ver­satâ manu, ver­sate di­urne ;Hor­ace, Ars Po­et­i­ca, 269 : ‘han­dle [them] by night, han­dle them by day’.
Es­pe­cial­ly noc­turnâ.

In these as­sas­si­na­tions of princ­es and states­men, there is noth­ing to ex­cite our won­der : im­por­tant chang­es of­ten de­pend on their deaths ; and, from the emi­nence on which they stand, they are pecu­li­ar­ly ex­posed to the aim of every art­ist who hap­pens to be pos­sessed by the crav­ing for sce­ni­cal ef­fect. But there is an­oth­er class of as­sas­sina­tions, which has pre­vailed from an ear­ly pe­ri­od of the seven­teenth cen­tu­ry, that re­al­ly does sur­prise me ; I mean the as­sas­si­na­tion of phi­los­ophers. For, gen­tle­men, it is a fact, that every phi­los­o­pher of emi­nence for the two last cen­tu­ries has ei­ther been mur­dered, or, at the least, been very near it ; inso­much, that if a man calls him­self a phi­los­o­pher, and nev­er had his life at­tempt­ed, rest as­sured there is noth­ing in him ; and against Locke’sJohn Locke (1632–1704), phi­los­o­pher and au­thor of An Es­say Con­cern­ing Hu­man Un­der­stand­ing (1690), the sem­i­nal work of Brit­ish em­pir­i­cist phi­los­o­phy. phi­los­o­phy in par­ticu­lar, I think it an un­an­swer­a­ble ob­jec­tion, (if we need­ed any) that, al­though he car­ried his throat about with him in this world for seven­ty-two years, no man ever con­de­scend­ed to cut it. As these cas­es of phi­los­o­phers are not much known, and are gen­er­ally good and well com­posed in their cir­cum­stanc­es, I shall here read an ex­cur­sus on that sub­ject, chief­ly by way of show­ing my own learn­ing.

Thomas De Quincey, On murder, 1827.