conquered,by violence.
The talents and perseverance of De Foe began now to be properlyestimated, and as a firm supporter of the administration, he was sent byLord Godolphin to Scotland, on an errand which, as he says, was far frombeing unfit for a sovereign to direct, or an honest man to perform. Hisknowledge of commerce and revenue, his powers of insinuation, and, aboveall, his readiness of pen, were deemed of no small utility in promotingthe union of the two kingdoms; of which he wrote an able history in1709, with two dedications, one to the Queen, and another to the Duke ofQueensbury. Soon afterwards he unhappily, by some equivocal writings,rendered himself suspected by both parties, so that he once more retiredto Newington, in hopes of spending the remainder of his days in peace.His pension being withdrawn, and wearied with politics, he began tocompose works of a different kind.--The year 1715 may therefore beregarded as the period of De Foe's political life. Faction henceforthfound other advocates, and parties procured other writers to disseminatetheir suggestions, and to propagate their falsehoods.
In 1715 De Foe published the "Family Instructor;" a work inculcating thedomestic duties in a lively manner, by narration and dialogue, anddisplaying much knowledge of life in the middle ranks of society."Religious Courtship" also appeared soon after, which, like the "FamilyInstructor," is eminently religious and moral in its tendency, andstrongly impresses on the mind that spirit of sobriety and privatedevotion for which the dissenters have generally been distinguished. Themost celebrated of all his works, "The Life and Adventures of RobinsonCrusoe," appeared in 1719. This work has passed through numerouseditions, and been translated into almost all modern languages. Thegreat invention which is displayed in it, the variety of incidents andcircumstances which it contains, related in the most easy and naturalmanner, together with the excellency of the moral and religiousreflections, render it a performance of very superior and uncommonmerit, and one of the most interesting works that ever appeared. It isstrongly recommended by Rosseau as a book admirably calculated topromote the purposes of natural education; and Dr. Blair says, "Nofiction, in any language, was ever better supported than the Adventuresof Robinson Crusoe. While it is carried on with that appearance of truthand simplicity, which takes a strong hold of the imagination of allreaders, it suggests, at the same time, very useful instruction; byshowing how much the native powers of man may be exerted forsurmounting the difficulties of any external situation." It has beenpretended, that De Foe surreptitiously appropriated the papers ofAlexander Selkirk, a Scotch mariner, who lived four years alone on theisland of Juan Fernandez, and a sketch of whose story had beforeappeared in the voyage of Captain Woodes Rogers. But this charge, thoughrepeatedly and confidently brought, appears to be totally destitute ofany foundation. De Foe probably took some general hints for his workfrom the story of Selkirk, but there exists no proof whatever, nor is itreasonable to suppose that he possessed any of his papers or memoirs,which had been published seven years before the appearance of RobinsonCrusoe. As a farther proof of De Foe's innocence, Captain Rogers'Account of Selkirk may be produced, in which it is said that the latterhad neither preserved pen, ink, or paper, and had, in a great measure,lost his language; consequently De Foe could not have received anywritten assistance, and we have only the assertion of his enemies toprove that he had any verbal.
The great success of Robinson Crusoe induced its author to write anumber of other lives and adventures, some of which were popular intheir times, though at present nearly forgotten. One of his latestpublications was "A Tour through the Island of Great Britain," aperformance of very inferior merit; but De Foe was now the garrulousold man, and his spirit (to use the words of an ingenious biographer)"like a candle struggling in the socket, blazed and sunk, blazed andsunk, till it disappeared at length in total darkness." His laboriousand unfortunate life was finished on the 26th of April, 1731, in' theparish of St. Giles's, Cripplegate.
Daniel De Foe possessed very extraordinary talents; as a commercialwriter, he is fairly entitled to stand in the foremost rank among hiscontemporaries, whatever may be their performances or their fame. Hisdistinguishing characteristics are originality, spirit, and a profoundknowledge of his subject, and in these particulars he has seldom beensurpassed. As the author of Robinson Crusoe he has a claim, not only tothe admiration, but to the gratitude of his countrymen; and so long aswe have a regard for supereminent merit, and take an interest in thewelfare of the rising generation, that gratitude will not cease toexist. But the opinion of the learned and ingenious Dr. Beattie will bethe best eulogium that can be pronounced on that celebrated romance:"Robinson Crusoe," says the Doctor, "must be allowed, by the most rigidmoralist, to be one of those novels which one may read, riot only withpleasure, but also with profit. It breathes throughout a spirit ofpiety and benevolence; it sets in a very striking light the importanceof the mechanic arts, which they, who know not what it is to be withoutthem, are so apt to under-value; it fixes in the mind a lively idea ofthe horrors of solitude, and, consequently, of the sweets of sociallife, and of the blessings we derive from conversation and mutual aid;and it shows how, by labouring with one's own hands, one may secureindependence, and open for one's self many sources of health andamusement. I agree, therefore, with Rosseau, that it is one of the bestbooks that can be put into the hands of children."
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 1: _St. James's, January 10, 1702-5._ "Whereas Daniel De Foe,alias De Fooe, is charged with writing a scandalous and seditiouspamphlet, entitled 'The shortest Way with the Dissenters:' he is amiddle-sized spare man, about 40 years old, of a brown complexion, anddark-brown coloured hair, but wears a wig, a hooked nose, a sharp chin,grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth, was born in London, and formany years was a hose-factor, in Freeman's Yard, in Cornhill, and now isowner of the brick and pantile works near Tilbury Fort, in Essex;whoever shall discover the said Daniel De Foe, to one of her Majesty'sPrincipal Secretaries of State, or any of her Majesty's Justices ofPeace, so as he may be apprehended, shall have a reward of L50, whichher Majesty has ordered immediately to be paid upon such discovery."_London Gaz._ No. 3879.]
THE
LIFE AND ADVENTURES
OF
ROBINSON CRUSOE.
I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family,though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, whosettled first at Hull: he got a good estate by merchandise, and leavingoff his trade, lived afterwards at York; from whence he had married mymother, whose relations were named Robinson, a very good family in thatcountry, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but, by theusual corruption of words in England, we are now called, nay we callourselves, and write, our name Crusoe; and so my companions alwayscalled me.
I had two elder brothers, one of whom was lieutenant-colonel to anEnglish regiment of foot in Flanders, formerly commanded by the famousColonel Lockhart, and was killed at the battle near Dunkirk against theSpaniards. What became of my second brother I never knew, any more thanmy father or mother did know what was become of me.
Being the third son of the family, and not bred to any trade, my headbegan to be filled very early with rambling thoughts: my father, who wasvery ancient, had given me a competent share of learning, as far ashouse-education and a country free-school generally go, and designed mefor the law; but I would be satisfied with nothing but going to sea; andmy inclination to this led me so strongly, against the will, nay, thecommands of my father, and against all the entreaties and persuasions ofmy mother and other friends, that there seemed to be something fatal inthat propension of nature, tending directly to the life of misery whichwas to befall me.
My father, a wise and grave man, gave me serious and excellent counselagainst what he foresaw was my design. He called me one morning into hischamber, where he was confined by the gout, and expostulated very warmlywith me upon this subject: he asked me what reasons more than a merewandering inclination I had for leaving my father's house and my nativecountry, where I might be well introduced, and had a prospe
ct of raisingmy fortune by application and industry, with a life of ease andpleasure. He told me it was for men of desperate fortunes on one hand,or of aspiring, superior fortunes on the other, who went abroad uponadventures, to rise by enterprise, and make themselves famous inundertakings of a nature out of the common road; that these things wereall either too far above me, or too far below me; that mine was themiddle state, or what might be called the upper station of low life,which he had found, by long experience, was the best state in the world,the most suited to human happiness, not exposed to the miseries andhardships, the labour and sufferings of the mechanic part of mankind,and not embarrassed with the pride, luxury, ambition, and envy of theupper part of mankind. He told me, I might judge of the happiness ofthis state by one thing, viz. that this was the state of life which