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Chapters (10)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Silly Novels by Lady Novelists
  4. Silly Novels by Lady Novelists
  5. Woman in France: Madame de Sablé
  6. Geraldine Jewsbury’s Constance Herbert
  7. Margaret Fuller and Mary Wollstonecraft
  8. Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Dred, Charles Reade’s It is Never Too Late to Mend and Frederika Bremer’s Hertha
  9. Translations and Translators
  10. Footnotes

a Nachklang, or resonance, perhaps, of the famous legend about those early translators, the Seventy who turned the Old Testament into Greek, which legend tells how Ptolemy shut them up in separate cells to do their work, and how, when they came to compare their renderings, there was perfect agreement! We are convinced, however, that the translators of the Septuagint had some understanding of their business to begin with, or this supernatural aid would not have been given, for in the matter of translation, at least, we have observed, that ‘God helps them who help themselves.’ A view of the case, which we commend to all young ladies and some middle-aged gentlemen, who consider a very imperfect acquaintance with their own language, and an anticipatory acquaintance with the foreign language, quite a sufficient equipment for the office of translator.

It is perfectly true that, though geniuses have often undertaken translation, translation does not often demand genius. The power required in the translation varies with the power exhibited in the original work: very modest qualifications will suffice to enable a person to translate a book of ordinary travels, or a slight novel, while a work of reasoning or science can be adequately rendered only by means of what is at present exceptional faculty and exceptional knowledge. Among books of this latter kind, Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason is perhaps the very hardest nut – the peachstone – for a translator to crack so as to lay open the entire uninjured kernel of meaning, and we are glad at last to believe that a translator of adequate power has been employed upon it. For so far as we have examined the version placed at the head of our article, it appears to us very different indeed from the many renderings of German metaphysical works, in which the translator, having ventured into deep waters without learning to swim, clings to the dictionary, and commends himself to Providence. Mr Meiklejohn’s translation – so far, we must again observe, as we have examined it – indicates a real mastery of his author, and, for the first time, makes Kant’s Critik der reinen Vernunft accessible to English readers.