The warm commendations from respected critics elsewhere, which had heralded the appearance of Mr. Hudson among us,1 secured him a good audience for his first lecture—good in every sense, both as including a sufficient range of minds and some of the best minds. We believe the audience were very favorably impressed. Indeed, no one could refuse sympathy to the straight-forward manner of the address. There was no phrasing, no pretension, no persuasion, but just what the lecturer had to say, stated without circumlocution. And, strange to say, this is a rare merit. Though any person, of native tact and shrewdness, must see that a manner of the greatest simplicity and directness, whether that manner be vulgar or refined, clumsy or beautiful, is the only one that can succeed, yet there are few who are not too weak or vain to act upon this knowledge. Their minds stammer, and their lips weave phrases in the face of a multitude; they dread its censure more than their own. Mr. Hudson faces his audience like a man; he is willing they should take him as he is, for better or for worse.
Though his manner is, in itself, very bad, yet it is well calculated to set off his own best things. He brings down every sentence with a knock at the end, as if he was nailing down shingle after shingle, and when he makes a good hit, the effect is excellent. His general appearance is merely that of a Yankee pedlar, shrewd and knowing, but his eye has an unusual brilliancy, and when kindled by thought or feeling, gives forth sparks that do not fail to kindle the spectator likewise. They bespeak an intellect ardent but also genial, and which has the dignity of earnestness.
We liked the lecturer better than his lecture, and expect more satisfaction from that on Macbeth, which we shall attend next Friday evening. The view____________________