The Letters of Jane Austen

The recent cult for Miss Austen which has resulted in no less than ten new editions of her novels within a decade and three memoirs by different hands within as many years have made the facts of her life familiar to most readers. It was a short life and an uneventful one as viewed from the standpoint of our modern times when steam and electricity have linked together the ends of the earth and the very air seems teeming with news agitations discussions. We have barely time to recover our breath between post and post; and the morning paper with its statements of disaster and its hints of still greater evils to be is scarcely out-lived when lo! in comes the evening issue contradicting the news of the morning to be sure but full of omens and auguries of its own to strew our pillows with the seed of wakefulness.To us publications come hot and hot from the press. Telegraphic wires like the intricate and incalculable zigzags of the lightning ramify above our heads; and who can tell at what moment their darts may strike? In Miss Austens day the tranquil drowsy decorous English day of a century since all was different. News travelled then from hand to hand carried in creaking post-wagons or in cases of extreme urgency by men on horseback. When a gentleman journeying in his own chaise took three days in going from Exeter to London a distance now covered in three hours of railroad there was little chance of frequent surprises. Love sorrow and death were in the world then as now and worked their will upon the sons of men; but people did not expect happenings every day or even every year. No doubt they lived the longer for this exemption from excitement and kept their nerves in a state of wholesome repair; but it goes without saying that the events of which they knew so little did not stir them deeply.