Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton


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Civil War Harper's Weekly, August 10, 1861

This original Civil War Harper's Weekly newspaper has a number of stunning images of the Battle of Bull Run, including a battle map. This paper also has important news on the battle and various other news of the day.

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Edward Bulwer Lytton

Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton

Bull Run Battle Defeat

Defeat at the Battle of Bull Run

Wounded at Battle of Bull Run

Wounded at Bull Run

Bull Run Infantry Charge

Infantry Charge at Bull Run

Battle of Manassas

Manassas Junction

News of Bull Run

News of the Battle of Bull Run

Bull Run Retreat

The Retreat From Bull Run

Bull Run Picture

Picture of the Battle of Bull Run

Battle of Bull Run Map

Bull Run Battle Map

Battle of Bull Run Infantry Charge

Chesapeake Bay

Scott Bull Run

Gen. Scott Forced to Fight Bull Run




VOL. V.-No. 241.]




Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1861, by Harper & Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York.


ON the occasion of the commencement of Sir E. B. LYTTON'S new tale " A STRANGE STORY," we publish herewith a portrait of the famous novelist. He was born about 1806, in Herefordshire, En-gland; his father was General Bulwer, a distinguished officer, who left a fortune to his son. Young Bulwer's first published work was a volume of verse, which fell dead. In 1827 he published his first novel, " Falkland," which had but slender success. But next year " Pelham" appeared, and at once established the rank of its author. The "Disowned," "Devereux," "Paul Clifford," "Eugene Aram," followed in rapid succession, and were all popular, We can not enumerate the long list of novels which this fertile author gave to the world between 1830 and 1845; all are still read, though they are far from comparing with the master-pieces which succeeded them. In 1845 Bulwer struck a new vein in the " Caxtons." This admirable work was open to none of the criticisms which had as-sailed its predecessors; it went home to the heart of every man, woman, and child, and endeared its author to the Christian world. It was followed in the same vein by "My Novel" and " What will he 10 with it ?" the latter of which was introduced to the American public in the pages of this journal.

Sir E. Bulwer Lytton is not only a novelist of the first rank; he has achieved remarkable success as a dramatist and as a politician. He held office under Lord Derby, and is one of the most distinguished orators in Parliament. His career shows that even wealth and high birth do not always stifle genius.

We subjoin the following extracts:

Who is there uniting in one person the imagination, the passion, the humor, the energy, the knowledge of the heart, the artist-like eye, the originality, the fancy, and the learning of Edward Lytton Bulwer? In a vivid wit—in profundity and a Gothic massiveness of thought—in style—in a calm certainty and definitiveness of purpose—in industry—and, above all, in the power of controlling End regulating by volition his illimitable faculties of mind, he is unequaled—he is unapproached. - EDGAR A. POE.

To Bulwer, the author of "Pelham," "The Caxtons," and " My Novel," we assign the highest place among modern writers of fiction. There is always power in the creations of his fancy: he is always polished, witty, learned. Since the days of Scott were ended, there is, in our apprehension, no pinnacle so high as that on which we hang our wreath to Bulwer: like the Roman emperor, a prince among his equals, the first of his craft.—Blackwood's Mag.

[Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1861, by Harper & Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York.]



Printed from the Manuscript and early Proof— sheets purchased by the Proprietors of "Harper's Weekly,"


IN the year 18-- I settled as a physician at one of the wealthiest of our great English towns, which I will designate by the initial L—. I was yet young, but I had acquired some reputation by a professional work which is, I believe, still among the received authorities on the subject of which it treats. I had studied at Edinburgh and at Paris, and had borne away from both those illustrious schools of medicine what-ever guarantees for future distinction the praise of professors may concede to the ambition of students. On becoming a member of the College of Physicians, I made a tour of the principal cities of Europe, taking letters of introduction to eminent medical men ; and, gathering from many theories and modes of treatment hints to enlarge the foundations of unprejudiced and comprehensive practice, I had resolved to fix my ultimate residence in London. But be-fore this preparatory tour was completed my re-solve was changed by one of those unexpected events which determine the fate man in vain would work out for himself. In passing through the Tyrol, on my way into the north of Italy, I found in a small inn, remote from medical attendance, an English traveler—seized with acute inflammation of the lungs, and in a state of imminent danger. I devoted myself to him night and day, and, perhaps more through careful nursing than active remedies, I had the happiness to effect his complete recovery. The traveler proved to be Julius Faber, a physician of great distinction—contented to remain, where he was born, in the provincial city of L—, but whose reputation

 as a profound and original pathologist was widely spread, and whose writings had formed no unimportant part of my special studies. It wits during a short holiday excursion, from which h- was about to return with renovated vigor, that he had been thus stricken down. The patient so madden tally met with became the founder of my professional fortunes. He conceived a warm attachment for me; perhaps the more affectionate 1) cause he was a childless bachelor, and not one of the nephews who would succeed to his wealth evinced any desire to succeed to the toils by which the wealth had been acquired. Thus, having heirs for the one, he had long looked about for an heir to the other, and now re-solved on finding that heir in me. So when we parted Dr. Faber made me promise to correspond with him regularly, and it was not long before he disclosed by letter the plans he had formed in my favor. He said that he was growing old ; his practice was beyond his strength ; he needed a partner; he was not disposed to put up to sale the health of patients whom he had learned to regard as his children. Money was no object to hint; but it was an object close at his heart that the humanity he had served and the reputation he had gained should suffer no loss in his choice of a successor. In fine, he proposed that I should at once come to L—as his partner, with the view of succeeding to his entire practice at the end of two years, when it was his intention to retire.

The opening into fortune thus afforded to me was one that rarely presents itself to a young man entering upon an overcrowded profession. And to an aspirant less allured by the desire of fortune than the hope of distinction, the fame of the physician who thus generously offered to me the inestimable benefits of his long experience, and his cordial introduction, was in itself an assurance that a metropolitan practice is no sine qua non to the sure if slow building up of a national renown.

I went, then, to L—, and before the two years of my partnership had expired, my success justified my kind friend's selection, and far more than realized my own expectations. I was fortunate in effecting some notable cures in the earliest cases submitted to me, and it is every thing in the career of a physician when good luck wins betimes for him that confidence which patients rarely accord except to lengthened experience. To the rapid facility with which my way was made, some circumstances apart from professional skill probably combined. I was saved from the suspicion of a medical adventurer by the accidents of birth and fortune. I belonged to an ancient family (a branch of the once powerful


border clan of the Fenwick), that had for many generations held a fair estate in the neighborhood of Windermere. As an only son I had succeeded to that estate on attaining my majority, and had sold it to pay off the debts which had been made by my father, who had the costly tastes of an antiquarian and collector. The residue on the sale insured me a modest independence apart from the profits of a profession, and as I had not been legally bound to defray my father's debts, so I obtained that character for disinterestedness and integrity which always in England tends to propitiate the public to the successes achieved by industry or talent. Perhaps, too, any professional ability I might possess was the more readily conceded, because I had cultivated with assiduity the sciences and the scholar- (Next Page)



Sir Edward Lytton
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