CHARLES BAUDELAIRE.
As a brief discussion was lately carried on[1] touching the merits of the writer whose name we have prefixed to these lines, it may not be amiss to introduce him to some of those readers who must have observed the contest with little more than a vague sense of the strangeness of its subject. Charles Baudelaire is not a novelty in literature; his principal work[2] dates from 1857, and his career terminated a few years later. But his admirers have made a classic of him and elevated him to the rank of one of those subjects which are always in order. Even if we differ with them on this point, such attention as Baudelaire demands will not lead us very much astray. He is not, in quantity (whatever he may have been in quality), a formidable writer; having
- ↑ There had been an exchange of letters on the subject in an American journal.
- ↑ "Les Fleurs du Mal." Par Charles Baudelaire. Précédé d'une Notice par Thé phile Gautier. Paris: Michel Levy.
