But,on the whole,it was no matter.With or without encouragement,he was resolute to persevere in Poetry,and did persevere.When Ithink now of his modest,quiet steadfastness in this business of Poetry;how,in spite of friend and foe,he silently persisted,without wavering,in the form of utterance he had chosen for himself;and to what length he carried it,and vindicated himself against us all;--his character comes out in a new light to me,with more of a certain central inflexibility and noble silent resolution than I had elsewhere noticed in it.This summer,moved by natural feelings,which were sanctioned,too,and in a sort sanctified to him,by the remembered counsel of his late Wife,he printed the _Tragedy of Strafford_.But there was in the public no contradiction to the hard vote I had given about it:the little Book fell dead-born;and Sterling had again to take his disappointment;--which it must be owned he cheerfully did;and,resolute to try it again and ever again,went along with his _Coeur-de-Lion_,as if the public had been all with him.An honorable capacity to stand single against the whole world;such as all men need,from time to time!After all,who knows whether,in his overclouded,broken,flighty way of life,incapable of long hard drudgery,and so shut out from the solid forms of Prose,this Poetic Form,which he could well learn as he could all forms,was not the suitablest for him?
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