Smollett, in his Humphry Clinker, shows how greatly the Scots were misliked along this route about 1766.
The girl refused to marry Smollett, and old Smollett backed her up.
He established himself in Chelsea by Smollett's advice, and died there about 1785.
And then I heard the voice of Captain Smollett issuing orders.
On the other hand, Marryat is much more humane than Smollett.
I want Smollett's Works, for the sake of his incomparable humour.
Had Smollett been less self–confident, he would have suffered less.
He sums up Smollett and Goldsmith, but he also destroys them.
Smollett was to blame for not exercising his editorial scissors more freely on the verdicts of his collaborateurs.
Ariosto is worse; Smollett ten times worse; Fielding no better.