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Sydney Smiths Moral Philosophy. Skntchvi...
confessed to a friend that the happiest month in the year was the month in which his fit of the gout came on ; not , of course , because gout pains were in themselve - ; desirable—but any form of intense life was prefe able to stagnation , This is the real meaning of the luxury of grief \ hence the wise advice of Jean Paul— " The first thing to be conquered in
grief is the pleasure we feel in indulging in it . ' Moreover , the very grief itself is the mental realization of the very object whose loss is deplored—the strongest idea of that object which we are at the moment capable of entertaining ; hence the pain is a sort of inverse substitute for that prized object , and to it we transfer some of the clinging affection which is thwarted in respect of its original .
In conclusion we will say , that if this volume has not in any way deepened our knowledge of the subject , it has deepened the feeling—almost amounting to love—with which Sydney Smith ' s writings have inspired us for his wise and playful , generous and humane nature .
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Browning's New Poem. Christmas Eve And E...
browning ' s new poem . Christmas Eve and Easter Day . A Poem by Robert Browning . Chapman and Hall . Robert Browning has one inestimable qualityoriginality . "Whatever other qualities he may want , this one cannot be denied him . He is not simply an original poet , but perhaps the only original poet of the day ; for Tennyson , though far more richly endowed in faculties , is obviously a product of Keats , Shelley , and "Wordsworth . Browning sees for
himself , thinks for himself , speaks for himself . You may quarrel with his manner , but you cannot say it belongs to another ; it is his , every line of it . If you accept it you will probably delight in it , and place the poet on an exalted pedestal . Accordingly Browning ' s admirers are " fit" and not " " ; they swear by their master with an enthusiasm pleasant to witness , and not insignificant as a tribute to his power . But with full recognition of what is excellent in Browning ' s poetry we are prevented from sharing all that enthusiasm by the serious deficiencies we note in it . Our space admits of no detailed estimate of his genius ; we cannot pause to enumerate the various grounds on which , we take our stand ; they may all be summed up in one sentence : he is not a Singer . That which distinguishes Poetry from Verse—that music , not of language only but of thought , which constitutes the grand peculiarity and enduring delight
of poetry , forms but an insignificant element in his writings . "With a command over language , and powers of easy movement in the fetters of rhyme greater than in almost any writer of the day , his poems want the one redeeming grace , the one perfection of art which no teaching can give : his verse is not full-sailed , " borne onwards by the current of imperious sound , formed out of strange velocities of thought intermingling with emotion , and raising in the nearer a like mysterious agitation . "We might turn the objection into another shape , and say that in Browning ' s poems we miss the element of Beauty .
It will be seen that we make a serious objection . Let us add that we are testing him severely , and according to a high standard . That is right , for his aims are high . Measure him by the standard of his contemporaries , or that of many whose names in days gone by have had resounding echoes , and he will seem a man of gigantic thews and sinews . Every thing he writes is worthy of attention—he has written nothing more worthy of it than Christmas Eve . It is a groat theme powerfully conceived , picturesquely , sometimes grotesquely handled . In distinctness of purpose , pregnancy of meaning , and power of illustration it shows themasterhand .
The poet is standing in the door-way of a Methodist Chapel , while the rain is drenching the desolate common ; and as he stands there the strange congregation glare at him before entering : — " Well , from the road , the lanes , or the common , In came the flock : the fat weary woman , Panting anil bewildered , down-clapping Her umbrella with a mighty report , Grounded it by me , wry and flapping , A wreck of whalebones . "
You must not be disconcerted with the rough realism of this poem , and complain of the tone being unsuitable to the gravity of the subject ; with a keen eye for the truth Browning never idealizes : this is Jit onco the source of his strength and of his weakness . The fat weary woman is thus followed : —
" Prompt in the wake of her , up-pattered On broken clogs , the many-tattered Little old-faced , peaking sister-turned-mother Of the sickly babe she tried to smother Somehow up , with its spotted face , From the cold , on her breast , the one warm place ; She too must stop , wring the poor suds dry Of a draggled shawl , and add thereby Her tribute to the door-mat , sopping Already from my own clothes' dropping . Which yet she seemed to grudge I should stand on ; Then stooping down to take off her pattens , She bore them defiantly , in each hand one , Planted together before her breast And its babe , as good as a lance in rest . Close on her heels , the dingy satins Of a female something , past me flitted , With lips as much too white , as a streak Lay far too red on each hollow cheek ; And it seemed the very door-hinge pitied All that was left of a woman once , Holding at least its tongue for the nonce .
And , when the door ' s cry drowned their wonder , The draught , it always sent in shutting . Made the flame of the single tallow candle In the cracked square lanthorn I stood under , Shoot its blue lip at me , rebutting As it were , the luckless cause of scandal : I verily thought the zealous light ( In the chapel ' s secret , too !) for spite . Would shudder itself clean off the wick , With the airs of a St . John ' s Candlestick . " Shamed by the reproachful looks of the faithful , and by the " zealous light , " he resolves to enter the chapel : — " Accordingly , as a shoemaker ' s lad With wizened face in want of soap , And wet apron wound round his waist like a rope , After stopping outside , for his cough was bad , To get the fit over , poor gentle creature , And so avoid disturbing the preacher , Passed in , I sent my elbow spikewise At the shutting door , and entered likewise , — Keceived the hinge ' s accustomed greeting , Crossed the threshold ' s magic pentacle , And found myself in full conventicle . " Admirable is the description of the interior of Zion Chapel , and the preacher who there " deals damnation round" while " the old fat woman purred with pleasure , " and of the droning sermon which sent the poet to sleep . In that sleep he dreams that he is once more out in the open air , beneath , the sky , subject to all the influences of nature , and he also dreams that there he meets the Saviour : — ' All at once I looked up with terror . He was there . He Himself with His human air , On the narrow pathway just before : I saw the back of Him , no more-He had left the chapel , then , as I . I forgot all about the sky . No face : only the sight Of a sweepy Garment , vast and white , With a hem that I could recognise . T felt terror , no surprise : My mind filled with the cataract . At one bound , of the mighty fact . I remembered , He did say Doubtless , that , to this world ' s end . Where two or three should meet and pray . He would be in their midst , their Friend : Certainly He was there with them . And my pulses leaped for joy Of the golden thought without alloy . That I saw His very Vesture ' s hem . " Holding by the sacred Garment he is wafted to Rome , and at St . Peter ' s witnesses the Catholic celebration of Christmas Eve . The plan of this is striking . No contrast could be finer than that of squalid Methodism and gorgeous Romanism ; but Browning , whose observant eye sees the one vividly enough , fails to do adequate justice to the other . The pomp , and splendour , and sensuous grandeur of
of Catholicism are indicated nan paintea . Having witnessed the two antipodes of worship , he next is carried to the centre of Scepticism . From Roman forms he passes to the inquisitor of all forms —he is at Gtittingen listening to a mythical interpretation of Christianity by a "hawknosed high-cheekboned professor " :- — " I felt at once as if there ran A shoot of lov « from my heart to the man-That sallow , virgin-minded , studious Martyr to mild enthusiasm , As he uttered a kind of cough-preludious That woke my sympathetic spasm , ( Beside some spitting that made me sorry ) And stood , surveying his auditory With a wan pure look , wellnigh celestial Those blue eyes hnd survived so much ! While under the foot they could not smutch , Lay all the fleshlj and the bestial . Over he bowed , and arranged his notes , Till the auditory ' s clearing of throats Was done with , died into a silence ; And , when each glance was upward sent , Each bearded mouth composed intent , And a pin might be heard drop half a mllehonce—Ho pushed back higher his spectacles , Let the eyes stream out like lamps from cells , And giving his head of hair—a hake Of undressed tow , for colour and quantity-One rapid and impatient shake , ( As ourowti young England adjusts a jaunty tie Whereabout to impart , on mature digestion , Some thrilling view of the surplus-question ) —The Professor ' s grave voice , sweet though hoarse , Broke into his Chmtmas-lSvu ' s discourse . We cannot quote the lecture , but it is not a very
unfair version of the mythic doctrine . Truly enough does he say : — " Unlearned love was safe from spurning—Can ' t we respect your loveless learning ? Let us at least give learning honour ! What laurels had we showered upon her . Girding her loins up to pertnrb Our theory of the Middle Verb ; Or Turklike brandishing a scimetar O ' er anapaests in comic-trimeter ; Or curing the halt and maimed Iketides , While we lounged on at our indebted ease : Instead of which , a tricksy demon Sets her at Titus or Philemon ! When Ignorance wags his ears of leather And hates God ' s word , 'tis altogether ; Nor leaves he his congenial thistles Togo and browze on Paul ' s Epistles . " But he prefers the errors of Romanism or Methodism to those of Hegelianism : — Truth's atmosphere ma y grow mephitic When Papist struggles with Dissenter , Impregnating its pristine clarity , —One , by his daily fare ' s vulgarity Its gust of broken meat and garlic ; —One , by his soul ' s too-much presuming-, To turn the frankincense ' s fuming And vapours of the candle starlike Into the cloud her wings she buoys on : And each , that sets the pure air seeihing , Poisoning it for healthy breathing—But the < ritic leaves no air to poison ; Tumps out by a ruthless ingenuity Atom by atom and leaves you—vacuity . Thus much of Christ , does he reject ? And what retain ? His intellect ? What is it I must reverence duly ? Poor intellect for worship , truly . Which tells me simply what was told ( If mere morality , bereft Of the God in Christ , be all that ' s left ) Elsewhere by voices manifold . " He awakes in the little chapel again , taught some lessons by his dream ; and the substance of what he has learned is given in the second poem—or division of the poem called Easter-day—wherein , after setting forth the difficulties which beset the mind desirous of becoming truly Christian , he concludes by the orthodox-heterodoxy—or heterodox-orthodoxy , which , ever you please—that Christianity is Love . On the theology of the poem we should have much to say did time and place serve ; meanwhile we need only applaud in passing the sincere and earnest spirit which breathes through it . The sincerity of it will to many look like levity . Already we have heard
strange objections to the " tone , " as not elevated enough . Do these critics imagine that an * ' elevated " tone is difficult ? Do they suppose that Browning could not have adopted it , had he thought fit ? But he did not think fit . Instead of imitating Milton he spoke as Robert Browning ; his keen sense of the ludicrous and grotesque fading into the background whenever the presence of more solemn themes overshadowed it . In the bold and artful mingling of the ludicrous with the intensely serious he reminds us of Carlyle . His style is swayed by the subject . It is a garment , not a mould ; it takes the varying shapes of varied movement , and does not force its one
monotony on all . As a page out of the history of a life , the poetic confession of a troubled soul , Christmas Eve has a significance and a value peculiarly its own . "We have read it three times , and with increasing admiration . What it wants to make it an enduring work of art is that which the author cannot give it , has not to give—the magic and the mystery of Beauty . But of itsTdnd it is really great . The luxury of rhymethe marvellous facility playing with difficulties as an Indian juggler plays with balls , every one will have noticed . Since Butler no English poet has exhibited the same daring propensity and facility in rhyming . If the verse is sometimes rugged it is but the better exponent of the thought . Realism in Art has Truth as an aim , Ugliness as a pitfall .
Historians Op Tub Revolution Op 1848. 1 ...
HISTORIANS OP TUB REVOLUTION OP 1848 . 1 Patios d'histoire tie la involution do Fevricr , 1848 . Par Louii Blanc . W . Jeff * . 2 . Iliitoire da la involution de Fenrier , 1848 . Par Daniel Stern . Dulau and Co . Nothi ng is more frequently observed than the obstinacy with which people cling to an error , how explicit soever the refutation . It is to this inertia of the mind , rather than to malevolence , that we are
disposed to attribute the singular iteration of the charge against Louis Blanc of having originated the ateliers nationaux , after such a charge has been rebutted in every possible shape . Newspapers and reviews , both in France and England , repeat and repeat it as if it were an understood and accepted truth . It is a ludicrous misapprehension where it is not a ruthless aitiftce . The Ateliers , bo far from being organized by Louis Blanc , were organized to counteract his influence , and thwart his efforts . No point is so
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Leader (1850-1860), April 27, 1850, page 15, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_27041850/page/15/
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