And
readers have been taught to praise the work of him who makes none
perfect; one does not meet perfect people in trains or at dinner, and
this seemed good cause that the novelist should be praised for his
moderation; it seemed to imitate the usual measure and moderation of
nature.
But Charles Dickens closed with a divine purpose divinely different. He
consented to the counsels of perfection. And thus he made Joe Gargery,
not a man one might easily find in a forge; and Esther Summerson, not a
girl one may easily meet at a dance; and Little Dorrit, who does not come
to do a day's sewing; not that the man and the women are inconceivable,
but that they are unfortunately improbable. They are creatures created
through a creating mind that worked its six days for the love of good,
and never rested until the seventh, the final Sabbath. But granting that
they are the counterpart, the heavenly side, of caricature, this is not
to condemn them. Since when has caricature ceased to be an art good for
man--an honest game between him and nature? It is a tenable opinion that
frank caricature is a better incident of art than the mere exaggeration
which is the more modern practice. The words mean the same thing in
their origin--an overloading. But, as we now generally delimit the
words, they differ. Caricature, when it has the grotesque inspiration,
makes for laughter, and when it has the celestial, makes for admiration;
in either case there is a good understanding between the author and the
reader, or between the draughtsman and the spectator.
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