The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No 3, September, 1862

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by Various

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Title: The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No 3, September, 1862
Devoted to Literature and National Policy.
Author: Various
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THE
CONTINENTAL MONTHLY:
DEVOTED TO
LITERATURE AND NATIONAL POLICY
VOL. II.--SEPTEMBER, 1862.--NO. III.
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HENRY THOMAS BUCKLE.
The death of Henry Thomas Buckle, at this period of his career, is no
ordinary calamity to the literary and philosophical world. Others have
been cut short in the midst of a great work, but their books being
narrative merely, may close at almost any period, and be complete; or
others after them may take up the pen and conclude that which was so
abruptly terminated. So it was with Macaulay; he was fascinating, and
his productions were literally devoured by readers of elevated taste,
though they disagreed almost entirely with his conclusions. His
volumes were read--as one reads Dickens, or Holmes, or De
Quincey--to amuse in leisure hours.
But such are not the motives with which we take up the ponderous
tomes of the historian of Civilization in England. He had no heroes to
immortalize by extravagant eulogy, no prejudices seeking vent to cover
the name of any man with infamy. He knew no William to convert into
a demi-god; no Marlborough who was the embodiment of all human
vices. His mind, discarding the ordinary prejudices of the historian,
took a wider range, and his researches were not into the transactions of
a particular monarch or minister, as such, but into the laws of human
action, and their results upon the civilization of the race. Hence, while
he wrote history, he plunged into all the depths of philosophy; and thus

it is, that his work, left unfinished by himself, can never be completed
by another. It is a work which will admit no broken link from its
commencement to its conclusion.
Mr. Buckle was born in London, in the early part of the year 1824, and
was consequently about thirty-eight years of age at the time of his death.
His father was a wealthy gentleman of the metropolis, and thoroughly
educated, and the historian was an only son. Devoted to literature
himself, it is not surprising that the parent spared neither money nor
labor to educate his child. He did not, however, follow the usual course;
did not hamper the youthful mind by the narrow routine of the English
academy, nor did he make him a Master of Arts at Oxford or
Cambridge.
His early education was superintended by his father directly, but
afterward private teachers were employed. But Mr. Buckle was by
nature a close student, and much that he possessed he acquired without
a tutor, as his energetic, self-reliant nature rendered him incapable of
ever seeing insurmountable difficulties before him. By this means he
became what the students of Oxford rarely are, both learned and liberal.
As he mingled freely with the people, during his youth, a democratic
sympathy entwined itself with his education, and is manifested in every
page of his writings.
Mr. Buckle never married. After he had commenced his great work, he
found no time to enjoy society, no hours of leisure and repose. His
whole soul was engaged in the accomplishment of one great purpose,
and nothing which failed to contribute directly to the object nearest his
heart, received a moment's consideration. He collected around him a
library of twenty-two thousand volumes, all choice standard works, in
Greek, Latin, Spanish, French, German, Italian, and English, with all of
which languages he was familiar. It was the best private collection of
books, said some one, in England. It was from this that the historian
drew that inexhaustible array of facts, and procured the countless
illustrations, with which the two volumes of his History of Civilization
abound.
At what age he first conceived the project of writing his history, is not

yet publicly known. He never figured in the literary world previous to
the publication of his first volume. He appears to have early grasped at
more than a mere temporary fame, and determined to stake all upon a
single production. His reading was always systematic,