He has my free permission to borrow from me all that he can find worth borrowing

At Marseilles, while waiting to occupy the house which he had leased in the suburbs of that city, RLS learned that his old friend and kind adviser, James Payn, with whom he had been intimate as sub-editor of the Cornhill Magazine under Leslie Stephen in the ‘70’s, had been inadvertently represented in the columns of the New York Tribune, by American journalist George Washburn Smalley, as a plagiarist of RLS. In order to put matters right, he at once sent the following letter both to the Tribune and to the London Athenaeum.

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 999.]

To the Editor of the New York Tribune [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 106-108]

Terminus Hôtel, Marseilles, October 16, 1882

Sir,

It has come to my ears that you have lent the authority of your columns to an error.

The New York Tribune building [https://upload.wikimedia.org/]

Whitelaw Reid, editor of the New York Tribune, 1870 [www.old-picture.com/]

[Read the article by G.W. Smalley, “Most personal and Literary”, in NYT, Sept 25 1882:]

http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn83030214/1882-09-25/ed-1/seq-2/

 

More than half in pleasantry — and I now think the pleasantry ill-judged — I complained in a note to my New Arabian Nights that some one, who shall remain nameless for me, had borrowed the idea of a story from one of mine. As if I had not borrowed the ideas of the half of my own! As if any one who had written a story ill had a right to complain of any other who should have written it better! I am indeed thoroughly ashamed of the note, and of the principle which it implies.

RLS’s Note to ‘New Arabian Nights’, here in the 1895 edition [https://ia801407.us.archive.org/]

But it is no mere abstract penitence which leads me to beg a corner of your paper — it is the desire to defend the honour of a man of letters equally known in America and England, of a man who could afford to lend to me and yet be none the poorer; and who, if he would so far condescend, has my free permission to borrow from me all that he can find worth borrowing.

Indeed, sir, I am doubly surprised at your correspondent’s error. That James Payn should have borrowed from me is already a strange conception. The author of Lost Sir Massingberd and By Proxy may be trusted to invent his own stories. The author of A Grape from a Thorn knows enough, in his own right, of the humorous and pathetic sides of human nature.

James Payn (1830-1898) [www.rightwords.eu/]

J. Payn, Lost Sir Massingberd, 1864 [https://ia802702.us.archive.org/

[https://ia802702.us.archive.org/]

J. Payn, By Proxy, 1878 [https://ia600404.us.archive.org/]

[https://ia600404.us.archive.org/]

[https://ia600404.us.archive.org/]

J. Payn, A Grape from a Thorn, 1881 [https://ia902706.us.archive.org/]

 

But what is far more monstrous — what argues total ignorance of the man in question — is the idea that James Payn could ever have trangressed the limits of professional propriety. I may tell his thousands of readers on your side of the Atlantic that there breathes no man of letters more inspired by kindness and generosity to his brethren of the profession, and, to put an end to any possibility of error, I may be allowed to add that I often have recourse, and that I had recourse once more but a few weeks ago, to the valuable practical help which he makes it his pleasure to extend to younger men.

“The Heir of the Ages”, Payn as caricatured by Ape (Carlo Pellegrini) in Vanity Fair, 8 Sept. 1888 [http://upload.wikimedia.org/]

George Washburn Smalley (1833-1916), reporter of the NYT in the the civil war [https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=JN.8kODC%2fNogfWcrPLIVRw9VA&pid=15.1&P=0&w=300&h=300]

I send a duplicate of this letter to a London weekly; for the mistake, first set forth in your columns, has already reached England […], and my wanderings have made me perhaps last of the persons interested to hear a word of it. — I am, etc.,

Robert Louis Stevenson

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