VI
What hand and brain went ever paired?
What heart alike conceived and dared?
What act proved all its thought had been?
What will but felt the fleshly screen?
We ride and I see her bosom heave.
There"s many a crown for who can reach.
Ten lines, a stateman"s life in each!
The flag stuck on a heap of bones, A soldier"s doing! what atones?
They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones.
My riding is better, by their leave.
VII
What does it all mean, poet? Well, Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell What we felt only; you expressed You hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.
"Tis something, nay "tis much: but then, Have you yourself what"s best for men?
Are you--poor, sick, old ere your time-- Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme?
Sing, riding"s a joy! For me, I ride.
VIII
And you, great sculptor--so, you gave A score of years to Art, her slave, And that"s your Venus, whence we turn To yonder girl that fords the burn!
You acquiesce, and shall I repine?
What, man of music, you grown grey With notes and nothing else to say, Is this your sole praise from a friend, "Greatly his opera"s strains intend, But in music we know how fashions end!"
I gave my youth; but we ride, in fine.
IX
Who knows what"s fit for us? Had fate Proposed bliss here should sublimate My being--had I signed the bond-- Still one must lead some life beyond, Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried.
This foot once planted on the goal, This glory-garland round my soul, Could I descry such? Try and test!
I sink back shuddering from the quest.
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
Now, heaven and she are beyond this ride.
X
And yet--she has not spoke so long!
What if heaven be that, fair and strong At life"s best, with our eyes upturned Whither life"s flower is first discerned, We, fixed so, ever should so abide?
What if we still ride on, we two With life for ever old yet new, Changed not in kind but in degree, The instant made eternity,-- And heaven just prove that I and she Ride, ride together, for ever ride?
"James Lee"s Wife" is also English in temper as the English name indicates sufficiently, though the scene is laid out of England. This wife has her agony over the faithless husband, but she plans vengeance against neither him nor the other women who attract him. She realizes that his nature is not a deep and serious one like her own, and in her highest reach she sees that her own nature has been lifted up by means of her true and loyal feeling, that this gain to herself is her reward, or will be in some future state. The stanzas giving this thought are among the most beautiful in the poem.
AMONG THE ROCKS
I
Oh, good gigantic smile o" the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i" the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
II
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is life"s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
Two of the longer poems have distinctly English settings: "A Blot in the Scutcheon" and "The Inn Alb.u.m;" while, of the shorter ones, "Ned Bratts"
has an English theme, and "Halbert and Hob" though not founded upon an English story has been given an English _mis en scene_ by Browning.
In the "Blot," we get a glimpse of Eighteenth Century aristocratic England. The estate over which Lord Tresham presided was one of those typical country kingdoms, which have for centuries been so conspicuous a feature of English life, and which through the a.s.semblies of the great, often gathered within their walls, wielded potent influences upon political life. The play opens with the talk of a group of retainers, such as formed the household of these lordly establishments. It was not a rare thing for the servants of the great to be admitted into intimacy with the family, as was the case with Gerard. They were often people of a superior grade, hardly to be cla.s.sed with servants in the sense unfortunately given to that word to-day.
Besides the house and the park which figure in the play, such an estate had many acres of land devoted to agriculture--some of it, called the demesne, which was cultivated for the benefit of the owner, and some land held in villeinage which the unfree tenants, called villeins, were allowed to till for themselves. All this land might be in one large tract, or the demesne might be separate from the other. Mertoun speaks of their demesnes touching each other. Over the villeins presided the Bailiff, who kept strict watch to see that they performed their work punctually. His duties were numerous, for he directed the ploughing, sowing and reaping, gave out the seed, watched the harvest, gathered and looked after the stock and horses. A church, a mill and an inn were often included in such an estate.
[Ill.u.s.tration: An English Manor House]
Pride in their ancient lineage was, of course, common to n.o.ble families, though probably few of them could boast as Tresham did that there was no blot in their escutcheon. Some writers have even declared that most of the n.o.bles are descended from tradesmen. According to one of these "The great bulk of our peerage is comparatively modern, so far as the t.i.tles go; but it is not the less n.o.ble that it has been recruited to so large an extent from the ranks of honorable industry. In olden times, the wealth and commerce of London, conducted as it was by energetic and enterprising men was a prolific source of peerages. Thus, the earldom of Cornwallis was founded by Thomas Cornwallis, the Cheapside merchant; that of Ess.e.x by William Capel, the draper; and that of Craven by William Craven, the merchant tailor. The modern Earl of Warwick is not descended from "the King-maker," but from William Greville, the woolstapler; whilst the modern Dukes of Northumberland find their head, not in the Percies, but in Hugh Smithson, a respectable London apothecary. The founders of the families of Dartmouth, Radnor, Ducie, and Pomfret were respectively a skinner, a silk manufacturer, a merchant tailor, and a Calais merchant; whilst the founders of the peerages of Tankerville, Dormer, and Coventry were mercers. The ancestors of Earl Romney, and Lord Dudley and Ward, were goldsmiths and jewelers; and Lord Dacres was a banker in the reign of Charles I., as Lord Overstone is in that of Queen Victoria. Edward Osborne, the founder of the dukedom of Leeds, was apprentice to William Hewet, a rich cloth worker on London Bridge, whose only daughter he courageously rescued from drowning, by leaping into the Thames after her, and eventually married. Among other peerages founded by trade are those of Fitzwilliam, Leigh, Petre, Cowper, Darnley, Hill, and Carrington."
Perhaps the imaginary house of Tresham may be said to find its closest counterpart in the Sidney family, for many generations owners of Penshurst, and with a traditional character according to which the men were all brave and the women were all pure. Sir Philip Sidney was himself the type of all the virtues of the family, while his father"s care for his proper bringing up was not unlike Tresham"s for Mildred. In the words of a recent writer: "The most famous scion of this Kentish house was above all things, the moral and intellectual product of Penshurst Place. In the park may still be seen an avenue of trees, under which the father, in his afternoon walks with the boy, tested his recollection of the morning"s lessons conned with the tutor. There, too, it was that he impressed on the lad those maxims for the conduct of life, afterwards emphasized in the correspondence still extant among the Penshurst archives.
"Philip was to begin every day with lifting up his mind to the Almighty in hearty prayer, as well as feelingly digesting all he prayed for. He was also, early or late, to be obedient to others, so that in due time others might obey him. The secret of all success lay in a moderate diet with rare use of wine. A gloomy brow was, however, to be avoided.
Rather should the youth give himself to be merry, so as not to degenerate from his father. Above all things should he keep his wit from biting words, or indeed from too much talk of any kind. Had not nature ramparted up the tongue with teeth and the lips with hair as reins and bridles against the tongue"s loose use. Heeding this, he must be sure to tell no untruth even in trifles; for that was a naughty custom, nor could there be a greater reproach to a gentleman than to be accounted a liar. _n.o.blesse oblige_ formed the keynote of the oral and written precepts with which the future Sir Philip Sidney was paternally supplied. By his mother, too, Lady Mary Dudley, the boy must remember himself to be of n.o.ble blood. Let him beware, therefore, through sloth and vice, of being accounted a blemish on his race."
Furthermore, the brotherly and sisterly relations of Tresham and Mildred are not unlike those of Sir Philip Sidney and his sister Mary. They studied and worked together in great sympathy, broken into only by the tragic fate of Sir Philip. Although the education of women in those days was chiefly domestic, with a smattering of accomplishments, yet there were exceptional girls who aspired to learning and who became brilliant women. Mildred under her brother"s tutelage bid fare to be one of this sort.
The ideals of the Sidneys, it is true, were sixteenth-century ideals.
Eighteenth-century ideals were proverbially low. England, then, had not recovered from the frivolities inaugurated after the Restoration. The slackness and unbelief among the clergy, and the looseness of morals in society were notorious, but this degeneration could not have been universal. There are always a few Noahs and their families left to repeople the world with righteousness after a deluge of degeneracy, and Browning is quite right in his portrayal of an eighteenth-century knight _sans peur et sans reproche_ who defends the honor of his house with his sword, because of his high moral ideals. Besides, the Methodist revival led by the Wesleys gained constantly in power. It affected not only the people of the middle and lower cla.s.ses, rescuing them from brutality of mind and manners, but it affected the established church for the better, and made its mark upon the upper cla.s.ses. "Religion, long despised and contemned by the t.i.tled and the great" writes Withrow, "began to receive recognition and support by men high in the councils of the nation. Many ladies of high rank became devout Christians. A new element of restraint, compelling at least some outward respect for the decencies of life and observances of religion, was felt at court, where too long corruption and back-stair influence had sway."
Like all of his kind, no matter what the century, Tresham is more than delighted at the thought of an alliance between his house and the n.o.ble house to which Mertoun belonged. The youth of Mildred was no obstacle, for marriages were frequently contracted in those days between young boys and girls. The writer"s English grand-father and mother were married at the respective ages of sixteen and fifteen within the boundaries of the nineteenth century.
The first two scenes of the play present episodes thoroughly ill.u.s.trative of the life lived by the "quality."
ACT I
SCENE I.--_The interior of a lodge in LORD TRESHAM"S park. Many Retainers crowded at the window, supposed to command a view of the entrance to his mansion._
_GERARD, the warrener, his back to a table on which are flagons, etc._
_1st Retainer._ Ye, do! push, friends, and then you"ll push down me!
--What for? Does any hear a runner"s foot Or a steed"s trample or a coach-wheel"s cry?
Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant?
But there"s no breeding in a man of you Save Gerard yonder: here"s a half-place yet, Old Gerard!
_Gerard._ Save your courtesies, my friend.
Here is my place.
_2nd Retainer._ Now, Gerard, out with it!
What makes you sullen, this of all the days I" the year? To-day that young rich bountiful Handsome Earl Mertoun, whom alone they match With our Lord Tresham through the country side, Is coming here in utmost bravery To ask our master"s sister"s hand?
_Gerard._ What then?