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spiration, breathes the tender devotion. At the close of her autobiography which gloritied all the duke's accom-the duchess deprecates the censure of plishments in her faithful eyes : – readers who will scornfully ask — A poet I am neither born nor bred,
“Why hath this lady writ her own life, But to a witty poet married,
since none cares to know whose daughter Whose brain is fresh and pleasant as the she was, or whose wife she is, or how she spring
was bred or what fortunes she had, or what Where fancies grow and where the muses humor or disposition she was of?" I ansing.
swer that it is true that 'tis of no purpose There oft I lean my head, and listening, to the reader, but it is to the authoress. I hark,
write it for my own sake, not theirs. To catch his words and all his fancies Neither did I intend this piece for to demark.
light, but to divulge; not to please the And from that garden show of beauties fancy but to tell the truth, lest after ages take
should mistake in not knowing I was Whereof a posy I in verse may make. daughter to one Master Lucas of St. John's, Thus I, that have no gardens of my own, near Colchester in Essex, and second wife There gather flowers that are newly blown." to the Lord Marquis of Newcastle : for my
Quaintly imaginative are her long lord having had two wives I might easily dialogues between " Mau and Na- have been mistaken, especially if I should ture ;" “ The Body and the Mind : " die and my lord marry again. “ Earth and Darkness," where Dark
This seems a curious auticipation to ness tells the Earth, “I take you in my I have crossed the mind of a wife more gentle arms of rest,” to sleep“ in beds th
peas than thirty years her husband's junior. of silence soft ; " " A Bountiful Knight | But it
Knight But it was doubly fulfilled. The duchand a Castle ruined in War,” where, less died in January, 1673-4, and Sir when the pipes were cut
. Egertou Brydges points out that, al
The water, murmuring, though the duke gave her no successor, Ran back with grief to tell it to the spring. Ithat répertoire of curiosities of litera. But she has the defects of her quali- ture, the “Lounger's Commonplaceties. She runs riot in similes, which Book," confused her with the first wife, not only weary but often provoke by calling her “the daughter of William their fantastic incongruity. Thus, Bassett, Esq." Death is called “ the cook of Nature ;” The duke survived her three years. the Polar circles are “ Nature's brace- How lonely must have seemed the lets ;” the grass makes her stockings ; learned seclusion, the “ innocent mag. gold and silver mines her shoes ; fornificence” of Welbeck, without the her breakfast
| faithful and admiring wife who, in all Life skims the cream of beauty with Time's her flights of fancy, had never even spoon,
imagined that she loved another ; who And draws the claret wine of blushes soon! had made him her hero of romance in
Mr. Jenkins appreciatively sums up the radiance of her youth and beauty ; her powers when he says that her and who, in the prime of life, and when books contain –
surrounded by all the temptations of
rank and luxury, found constant occuIndisputable evidences of a genius as high-born in the realms of intellect as its
pation and delight in recording his capossessor was exalted in the ranks of soci
reer and chronicling his sayings ! ety : a genius strong-winged and swift,
| They rest together now iu Westminsfertile and comprehensive, but ruined by ter Abbey, the “Loyal Duke," and deficient culture, by literary dissipation and his “wise, witty, and learned Lady the absence of concatenation and the sense ... a most virtuous, loving, and careof proportion.”
ful wife." And if few out of the
thousands who glance at the inscription 1 Poems and Fancies. By the Rt. Hon, the Lady
on their stately monument know how Newcastle. London, 1653. 2 The Cavalier and his Lady, p. 8.
unwontedly true is its commendation, that need not vex their spirits. The the labors of the men of science should duke's memory lives in his wife's ever create any material revolution, direct pages ; and the ambition to which the or indirect, in our condition, and in the duchess pleaded guilty? may be fully
impressions which we habitually receive, satisfied. Such a tribute as this from
the poet will sleep then no more than at Charles Lamb is in itself sufficient lit
present; he will be ready to follow the
steps of the man of science, not only in erary immortality : “Where a book is
those general indirect effects, but he will at once both good and rare ; where the be
be at his side, carrying sensation into the individual is almost the species, and midst of the objects of the science itself when that perishes
The remotest discoveries of the chemist, We know not where is that Promethean the botanist, or mineralogist will be as spark
proper objects of the poet's art as any upon That can its light relumine
which it can be employed, if the time should such a book, for instance, as the “ Life
ever come when these things shall be
familiar to us, and the relations under of the Duke of Newcastle,” by his
which they are contemplated by the folduchess — no casket is rich enough, no
lowers of the respective sciences shall be casing sufficiently durable, to house and manifestly and palpably material to us as keep safe such a jewel.” 2
enjoying and suffering beings. If the time
should ever come when what is now called 1"I fear my ambition inclines to vainglory. For I am very ambitious; yet 'tis neither for beauty,
science, thus familiarized to men, shall be wit, titles, wealth, nor power, but as they are steps
ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh to raise me to Fame's Tower, which is to live by and blood, the poet will lend his divine remembrance in after ages."
spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will ? Essays of Elia. (Detached Thoughts on Books
welcome the Being thus produced as a dear and Reading.) Moxon, edit. 1867, p. 41.
and genuine inmate of the household of man.
That he who wrote these words so From The Nineteenth Century. little heeded once, so golden now, was ASPECTS OF TENNYSON.
debarred from seeing the time he thus AS THE POET OF EVOLUTION. I prophesied, a time when to the student In the essay upon “Tennyson as a of nature, and the nature poet, the Nature Poet,” contributed by me to mere act of living is a joy, was a loss this series, restrictions of space made not to him only ; it was a loss to the it impossible for me to touch upon human race. For, deep as was Tennythe poet's relations to nature as she son's love of nature, it was not a pasnow stands revealed to us by the new sion so absorbing as Wordsworth's. cosmogony of growth. This, I feel, What might not be for whom there made my study of the subject incom. was in very truth "a spirit in the plete. For, in criticising Tennyson, woods,” he who could draw it is, of course, necessary to remember that his life, though beginning in the Thoughts that do often lie too deep for early years of the present century, ex
tears — tended into its latest decade. It was his privilege to see the time which
what might not he have done to make Wordsworth prophesied and never saw
the marvels of this new cosmogony as - the greatest time the world has yet
precious to the heart of man as it is to known, when science, in exercising a
man's intelligence ? If a flower was a power mightier than that of all the
fascinating and a beloved thing to him fabled wands of all the fabled magi
who believed, what we now know to be cians of old, has in very truth lent “ a
literally true, that “every flower enjoys new seeing” to human eyes. “If,"
the air it breathes," what would that said Wordsworth in the preface to the
same flower have been to him if he second edition of his poems,
could have spent, as the humblest stu
dent of Nature can now spend, an 1 LIVING AGE, No. 2557, p. 28.
entire morning over a single blossom,
er that blows
tracing its ancestry step by step, while wealth we prize most — though they the surrounding floras and faunas which would be as ignorant of “ The Excur. the flower's ancestors knew would have sion” as of the doctrines of the latest passed before the eyes of the poet's fervid political and social reformer who delighted imagination, lapping his soul | looks upon his parochial reforms as the in a dream of wonder and beauty such final cause of the existence of an inas it was not given to him to know ? finite universe — they would have a Standing upon the chalk cliffs that look greater book than even “The Excuracross the Channel, Wordsworth, had sion” to read or the blue-books of the he lived in our time, would still have English Parliament - they would have, been blest with all the proud visions in common with the human race, the that blessed him as a patriotic poet; he book of the starry heavens. Not but would still have seen as Tennyson saw that Wordsworth was, by the power of Drake, still have seen Blake, sweeping mere instinct, if not of knowledge, the green waves free of their country's more in touch with nature than was foes ; but also he would have been any other man in the England of his blessed with sights undreamed of by time. The only other human soul on poets of his time. He would have this planet that loved nature better seen as Tennyson saw the wonderful than he was that of Dorothy, his sis. pictures of the chalk formations — pic- ter, that sister of whom it is impossible tures called up by the white and gleam- for any student of nature to think or ing bastions of the coast; he would speak without emotion. None but have read as Tennyson read the story these two knew what it is so easy now of the deposit of those minute shells, to know, that the truest nature-poet is to count which by millions instead of not necessarily he who can most faithunits would require more centuries fully render nature as a picture, nor than in his time were supposed to have even he who can depict nature as a elapsed since the world arose out of great interpreter of inan's soul, but he chaos. Gazing at the patch of stars who can confront her as she exists reflected in the beloved mirror of Win- apart from the human story, as she dermere, he would have felt all the existed when man was but a far-off rapture he used to feel at their un. dream of hers. Many a lovely verse of speakable loveliness, but also he would Wordsworth's shows that he knew this, have felt the still higher rapture which and I long to quote some of them here, Tennyson felt when gazing at the stars but must not. Yet, with all his passion from Aldworth or Farringford – the for nature, so enslaved by authority of rapture of knowing that the illimitable antiquated tradition was the poetic art universe is all made of the same simple of his time that Wordsworth spent his elements as those around us here, as long life among the Lakes, thinking proved by the spectroscope, and that that he could hold true converse with consequently life is probably every- nature and still remain comparatively where. Thoughts would have come to ignorant of the rudiments of natural him as they came to Tennyson that, science even under the system of Linamong the billions of orbs revolving næus. And here I come upon that around the millions of suns, there are which troubles every Wordsworthian probably other planets inhabited by who is also an evolutionist : as regards reasoning beings, between us and the vitality of pature-poetry based upon whom there is this sublime interest in the old knowledge, how long will it common : we have the selfsame book last ? Is the lovely poetry of “The to read — the book of nature. He Excursion,” “The Prelude," etc., to would have felt that, if the quaint become antiquated and unsatisfactory? fancy about the canal-makers in Mars Upon whatsoever cosmogony built, were really more than a quaint fancy, great poetry which deals with man's they, though they would have no life is likely to be immortal; there knowledge of much of the intellectual seems to be a perennial vitality in poetry whose material is human passion an entirely different kind, judging from and human conduct. Yes — though in his recent discussion of the great suba large degree conduct, and in some ject of man in relation to the cosmic degree passion, are and must be based process. upon man's conception of nature — his conception of what kind of universe he Here, as in my previous essay, I finds himself in - poetry, which faith-leave all living poets undiscussed. Tenfully depicts man at any given period, nyson among foremost poets was not will surely survive ; until the very only the first, but the only one, to see structure of man's mind has undergone that the birth of the new cosmogony changes so vast that they cannot be was the birth of an entirely new epoch, confronted by the most vigorous cosmic an entirely new chapter in the human imagination of our own period, such story. Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes in poetry, I say, will surely survive. But America, and the parable-writer, Dr. the first business of the nature-poet is Gordon Hake, showed (as has been with the great mother herself, to whom pointed out by Mr. Earl Hodgson in man, with all his passions and aspira- his preface to “The New Day” of tions, was once a pleasant dream of the last-mentioned poet) a recognition the future ; to whom man, with all his of the dawn, but neither of these passions and aspirations will some day poets achieved distinction. Tennyson be a dream, pleasant or otherwise, of was the first to foresee that the effect the past.
upon pure literature worked by this Not, of course, that any poet could great revolution in the history of the pass into the temper of Darwin, to human mind contained within itself the whom the proper study of mankind seeds of a universal revolt against the was nature.
dominance of all the old tyrannies along There is a danger to some of the vari- all the old lines of thought--a revolt ous faculties of man in a too close and compared with which that of the French exclusive study of nature - a study Revolution against the ancien régime which is so fascinating that it may well was as insignificant as the revolt of tend in some degree to isolate the stu- provincial children in a provincial dent's soul from the heart of man. school. For the bond of brotherhood seems to No doubt it was not wholly his widewiden till at last it takes in not only eyed intelligence that made him the the higher animals, but all the mem- most advanced of nineteenth-century bers of the animal kingdom — takes in poets. During a large portion of his even the vegetable world, whose grand life he lived at a time when the fireand mysterious function it is to turn balloon of the French Revolution had inorganic matter into organic life. The burnt itself out and left the “ advanced mind of the student of nature is apt to thinkers" and the “ advanced poets." form the habit of looking upon human without a luminary. Meantime nature, life as a spectacle, as a tragi-comedy who had been yearning to grow an acted in a dream, amusing at one mo- organism capable of turning round and ment, saddening at the next, and as looking at her with eyes that could evanescent as the picture the moon guess at her dreams, had grown at last looked down upon during the ages that Darwin, Spencer, Wallace, and Huxley. produced the coal formations. Original! In so far as the French Revolution temperament, however, has no doubt a was anything more than a revolt of good deal to do with this mood ; if the the Third Estate against the burden of study of nature had this effect upon corrées and feudal dues — a revolt which Darwin, leading him to turu away from might never have grown into a great poetry altogether, its effect upon an- revolution had the harvest of 1788 been other great naturalist — perhaps the fat instead of lean - its heart-thought widest and strongest intelligence now was that of the Contrat Social. It is in the world — seems to have been of 'scarcely exaggeration to say that the central sophism of Rousseau's book, / of the universe that have preceded it the sophism which vitalized the litera- is so fundamental that the phrase ture of the French Revolution, and has “ modern literature" must next cen. been the foundation, in some form or tury have an entirely different meaning another, of so much of the “ advanced” from what it has hitherto borne ; the literature of the nineteenth century, is ancient or mythological literature of about as far removed from the new the Western world, which began with epoch as though it bad been formulated the Homeric poems, will be considered by Hesiod, or by whatsoever poet it to have closed with the decade precedwas who gave us the “ Theogony." ing that in which literature accepted Indeed, the latest commentator upon as its heart-thought the doctrine of the that poem, Mr. W. F. Cornish, has new epoch — that of nature's growth. actually been just telling us that the For so soon as the popular imaginatitle Deoyovia does not properly mean tion has entirely accepted the idea that “the generation or origin of the gods," the emancipation of man, so far as it but the “being begotten of or by has at present gone, has been an emangods," and "a consideration of the cipation from the chains of " ape and process according to which man gets tiger," rather than from the chains of to being god-begotten.” If he is right maleficent gods and miscreant kings, in this fancy of his, the message to the or of that composite ogre of many. human race of the Ocoyovia is actually million-man-power called Society - 80 nearer to the new cosmogony of growth soon as it has entirely accepted the than Rousseau's resuscitation of sophi- idea that man, everywhere born in isms that were hoary before ever Gen-chains, is only just beginning to shake esis was written. For, instead of them off — then, of course, the more saying with Rousseau and the French advanced” is any poet whose system Revolutionists that “ man was born is in harmony with the advanced ideas free and is everywhere in chains," the of the French Revolution, the more new teaching says that man is yet antiquated will his work seem. Upon scarcely born at all.
several occasions it was my privilege
to converse with Tennyson upon this Man as yet is being made, and ere the
most interesting subject. One of these crowning Age of ages, Shall not won after æon pass and touch
occasions lives in my memory with an him into shape ?
especially vigorous life. I had been
endeavoring to support the thesis that All about him shadow still, but, while the among past English poets Shakespeare races flower and fade,
was the only one who by instinct symProphet-eyes may catch a glory slowly pathized with the temper of the new gaining on the shade,
epoch now dawning. I had been sayTill the peoples all are one, and all their
ing that Shakespeare, having learnt as voices blend in choric Hallelujah to the Maker, “It is finish'd.
much as he could learn of the terrene Man is made."
| drama, in which man plays undoubt.
edly the leading part, having learnt all If this is, indeed, the true voice of that he could learn in an exhaustive the new epoch, may it not be safely study of man in London, went down to affirmed that, compared with the writ- Stratford-on-Avon to learn as much as ing of many of the latest of our “ ad- the imperfect science of his time would vanced thinkers," the twelfth-century allow him to learn from the coneys and Arabian novel, by Abubekr-ibn-Tofail, squirrels and dappled deer of the War. in which the development of man from wickshire woods ; that, although it is the lower animals was taught, is already manifestly pardonable in any poet to in spirit quite a modern work?
I take too seriously the human race, a With regard to pure literature, the race for whose cars his rhymes are difference between a cosmogony of made, it was only on occasion that evolution and any and all the systems Shakespeare fell into the mistake of