I must give up my friend Sir Bartle at last. I thought he had courage and self-command; but he has been showing the mean spirit of recent Toryism in a way I did not suspect.
Your father"s resolute adherence to principle, and his ascendency over weaker colleagues will be put to a grievous trial by the folly of the hapless Jingo[96] Wolseley bequeathed to the new government.
I had a cousin who travelled beyond the Vaal, and at last died there.
He taught me to believe that the Boers were excellent fighting materials. But Sir Garnet pretends that they are liars and cowards, the only white race retrograding. So that Sir Bartle is not the only South African authority I must relinquish.
I hope you really like Sir James Paget. You know that he is one of my Blue Roses, and makes up for my manifold disbeliefs in great contemporaries. The author[97] of the novel just mentioned is here, and is {78} our amiable and hospitable neighbour. There has been such a Whip for Candahar that five people asked to pair with me. They are not, on the whole, interesting travellers, except one, with a handsome and over-married wife. And we have had Sir Louis Mallet, very interesting, and very sound about Afghanistan.
I am just off to Rome, to bring my mother-in-law away, who has spent the winter there, and to see what ten years, and a new pope and new king have made of it. I am only allowed a week"s holiday, and must crowd a good deal into it. The Sermons[98] will be my first resource when I come back next week. Thank you, beforehand, so very much for them. I did not guess the secret history, and, after your letter, the Arms Bill was a disappointment. When in England I convinced myself that there was, at that time, no threat of invasion or insurrection; but when I saw the Bill going on, I fancied "Endymion" might be right about that hidden danger.
Your letter came in the middle of this one of mine, and I can hardly send a word of grat.i.tude for such kindness. Until George Eliot I thought G.S.[99] the greatest writer of her s.e.x in all literature. I cannot read her now. But that is individual taste, not deliberate judgment. She is as eloquent as one can be in French--the unreal, unhealthy eloquence that Rousseau brought in, that the Girondins spoke, that Chateaubriand, Lamennais, Lamartine made so popular, that n.o.body but Hugo strives after now, and that was modified in her case by Polish influences. Some of these Frenchmen live on nothing else; and if one plucks {79} them, or puts their thoughts into one"s own language, little remains. But she had pa.s.sion, and understood it, and deep sympathy, and speculative thought, and the power--in less degree--of creating character. She could rise very high, for a moment, and her best prose is like a pa.s.sage from good poets. It is a splendid exhibition, diffuse, ill-regulated, fatiguing, monotonous. There is not the mastery, the measure, the repose one learns from Goethe and the Greeks. She scatters over twenty volumes the resources her English rival concentrates into a chapter. There is beauty, but not wisdom; emotion, but not instruction; and, except in her wonderful eye for external nature, very little truth. I would call her a bad Second--such as Swinburne is to Sh.e.l.ley, or Heine to Schiller--comparisons which involve a great deal of disparagement.
The conversation of those three great men[100] is very curious--I should have liked to see and hear them.... If, by chance, there was a message or a commission for Rome, I shall be at the H. d"Angleterre until next Monday.
[Sidenote: _Cannes March 25, 1881_]
Rome is the cause of all my delinquency. I remained a week, very ill with sunshine and south wind, but very happy, and supremely grateful for your letters and Illingworth"s Sermons. Travellers" Rome is what it was; but in the real city the change is like the work of centuries.
The religious activity and appearance that were of old are gone, and their place is usurped by things profane. The State has so thrown the Church into the background, that the Leonine city sleeps like a faded and deserted suburb, and one must look behind the scenes for what used to be {80} the glory and the pride of Rome. The bewildered Girondin[101] at the Vatican, who stands so well with the Castle,[102]
I did not see, but heard much of his moderation, patience, and despair.
I think he is the first Pope who has been wise enough to despair, and has felt that he must begin a new part, and steer by strange stars over an unknown sea.
I found a British amba.s.sador devoid of political influence and understanding, but splendidly hospitable, and good-natured even to the friends of his own government. Layard, after serving the Court as a stick to beat Paget with, had left before I came. Almost all my time was spent with the two friends[103] whom you remember at a memorable examination at Venice, and seven days pa.s.sed like hours. But why do I write all this? Am I not going to see you soon? I hear of a friendly yacht in the Mediterranean, and of his family accompanying the P.M.
That can only mean embarkation at Cannes. It will be a joy for us indeed, and nothing shall be left undone to make your stay here as pleasant and as long as possible. You will not take long to understand that it is one of the sweetest spots in Europe. Let this be an a.s.sured element in all your Easter plans, that you will find here a haven of rest and friends not to be surpa.s.sed in affection by any elsewhere.
Tell me what rooms to take at a neighbouring snug hotel. Or do you stay at Capodimonte? Nothing here spoken of must be to the detriment of six weeks with the Professor[104] at peaceful Tegernsee, between August and October.
Lecky seems to me to have composed unconscious of another tune running in his head. The likeness is {81} greater in the description than in the reality. Chatham had public virtue, genius, energy, coupled with the magic power of transmitting it, the strength that comes with unselfish pa.s.sion, and a grand way of spending popularity that others meanly h.o.a.rd. He had few ideas, less instruction than Fox or Shelburne, too little political knowledge for a clear notion of his own place, of the stair he stood upon in history, or for any definite view of the English or European future. I admit no comparison,[105] except with the Burke of 1770-80. That early Burke would have made the peace with the Africanders, which is the n.o.blest work of the Ministry.
When you seem to doubt what I think of it, you mean that Coercion has robbed me of my footing in your confidence. Four weeks ago a very eminent foreigner wrote to me that the discovery of the Afghan papers would chill your father"s Russian sympathies. After explaining that the discovery was not new for Ministers, I begged my friend to dismiss sympathies for principles, and to understand that there are in the world men who treat politics as the art of doing, on the largest scale, what is right; and I informed him that he would presently see peace made with the Boers on terms of great moderation, after disasters unavenged, in defiance of military indignation, in spite of lost prestige. You see that I knew what I was saying. Bearing in mind how strong a weapon of offence is thus given to enemies at home, considering the strength the offended feelings lately showed, and the weakness that lies in the att.i.tude of the Government down to the time of our defeats, I declare that I rejoice in this inward victory with heartier joy and a purer pride than {82} I have been able to feel at any public event since I broke my heart over the surrender of Lee.[106]
Carlyle"s two volumes are crowded with grotesque eloquence, but they make him smaller in my eyes (nothing could make him worse). The account of Southey seems to me to do him less harm than the rest.
"Common Sense" I read and recognised as Hayward. It seemed to me nearly true; but I thought the _Times_ and _Temps_ near the truth.
Your question about my injustice to Germany before 1840 touches a vital point, and you narrowly escape a very long answer. Scientific Germany was hardly born in all those years when Goethe, Schleiermacher, Schlegel, Richter reigned. The real, permanent, commanding work of the nation has been done by a generation of men very many of whom I have known. To me it seemed that Carlyle spoke of great men before Agamemnon, and the bonfires that were good in the dark obscure the daylight.
And there would be much to say about the appreciation of the French and German genius, and the unpleasant reciprocity of chilled sympathy. But even if I could convince you of the fact, I do not know the reason.
Let me only say, to prove that I am not fearful of giving you pain, that I think there is some want of method in his[107] pursuit of foreign literature. Things come to him by a sort of accident, are pressed on him by some occasion, and are taken up with absorbing vigour, not always with a distinct recognition of the book"s place in its series, of the writer"s place among other writers. That sort of knowledge can only be obtained {83} by close and constant study of Reviews, by men having more patience than urgent steam pressure, by much indistinct groping and long suspense. This seems unreasonably confused; yet I think you will see what I mean by the time we have taken a walk over the hill of Californie,[108] from which you gaze on fifty miles of the Riviera.
To-morrow I must be away from home; so I write in ignorance of your brother"s speech on Candahar. I am sure, if he spoke on so good a subject, he justified Challemel. It will be a real privilege to hear Lowell discourse on Dante. I am sorry the _Paradiso_,[109] which is in the press, has not appeared. It is a good thing for all parties that Lowell should be linked by more than political chains.
The Sermons[110] have been unjustly taken by Wickham before I could read them; but I shall have them soon. I saw enough to justify all you said, in former letters. There is an originality about them which obliges one to think again before acquiescing in everything. The next number of the _Church Quarterly_ will be very interesting to me. But there will be a dreadful cold shower-bath when the "Life"[111] appears.
"Consuelo" is a very great novel. Afterwards she[112] threw herself away on Monographs. I know that I don"t like her; but I don"t think I could ever have compared Miss Bronte or Miss Austen to her.
Do you know an M.P. of the name of Lea? He is a rich Kidderminster carpet manufacturer, and is member, now, for Derry. I have seldom met a more {84} thoughtful, intelligent, and satisfactory man. He has been to Aldenham, and I have stayed with him at Kidderminster, and thought him so sensible, so full of resource, that I should think him worth talking to about Ireland.... He was an Independent, and has, I think, conformed. Among your friends, apart from Whips, I should expect Bryce to know all about him. If he comes to a Tuesday I entreat you to remember that he has impressed me, and friends who are better judges than I, in a way not common among the people one meets in small provincial towns and societies. I have a good deal more to say, but I fancy it will lose nothing by waiting for the Paris Express. Meanwhile the great veil will be lifted from the Budget and the Semp.r.o.nian Law,[113] and I await a rare excitement. Keep Cannes and Tegernsee steadily in view.
[Sidenote: _Cannes April 2, 1881_]
It was a short dream, but a pleasant one, not to be quite forgotten until Tegernsee fairly looms on us. Herbert"s speech seems to me to deserve all the praise it brought him. That evening I met Henriquez, who spoke at Harrow during his canva.s.s, and who says that as a speaker, apart from political experience and knowledge, he has nothing to learn.
At the beginning the Skobeleff argument struck me as wanting a more elaborate introduction, but my doubt was soon dispelled. Please tell him, with my hearty congratulations, that the Roman empire perished for want of a good Land Bill. That criticism[114] which Palgrave has disinterred makes me think of the judge who was not tied to a stake, and of Roger Collard"s answer when asked whether he had called Guizot an austere intriguer: {85} "I never said austere." _It_ is rather a gift of inventing picturesque, and often grotesque epithets and nicknames, than general power of expression. The sentences are seldom good, and not comparable to those of the faithful Ruskin. But the man who called Stanley a body-s.n.a.t.c.her deserves a monument in Westminster Abbey.
You must have snubbed ---- at Lady Reay"s. Or did he think you laughed at him? That, you know, is a possible error. There is no doubt that the opinion others have of us is one of the very many sources of subtle error in our judgments which have grown into such a prodigious catalogue since Bacon feebly began to enumerate them. People who study them, and stand on their guard against this particular temptation, fall easily by identifying themselves with their principles. It is almost an axiom in controversy that to attack one"s adversary personally is to confess disbelief in one"s cause, where doctrine and not conduct is in question. And I do see men who are personally attacked, conclude that their adversary is dishonest and knows that he is in the wrong. On the other hand, there is an inst.i.tution in London founded on the belief that private acquaintance and good-fellowship softens the asperity of public conflicts. You know about Grillion"s, where men dine without quarrelling, and where, by a pleasant fiction, no bore is supposed to live. There the effect is what your father says. People make opponents like them, and soften to their opponents, in consequence.
I write under the shadow of Disraeli"s illness. Our last accounts are very threatening; and I, who think that the worst part of the man was his cause, and who liked him better than the ma.s.s of his party, look with dismay on the narrowness and the pa.s.sion of those who {86} will succeed him. He, at least, if he had no principles or scruples, had no prejudices or superst.i.tions or fanaticism. You have heard it said of ---- that he would have been a good fellow, if he had not been a drunkard, a liar, and a thief. With a few allowances ... a good deal may be said for the Tory leader who made England a Democracy. One must make so much allowance for so many public men besides Midhat.[115]
The Pope[116] probably had no clear view about policy. If he had, he would hardly be Pope. But he sees that the old spells have lost their power over men, and so he gives them up. It does not yet appear whether he knows that the power is gone for ever; but visibly, for the time, he is trying new arts, and endeavours to restore, by conciliation and management, what Pius ruined by authority. The attempt to disengage himself from the crash of the Legitimists is the most remarkable instance of the change. He explains that the Church must not be so committed to any political party as to stand or fall with it.
But that has been, since 1849, the entirely unvarying policy of Rome, and has forced all the enemies of absolute power to turn their forces against Catholicism. If once the two things are separated, there will be a great change in the position of things in Europe. If the Pope does not maintain Legitimacy he gives up the temporal power. He has no legal or political claim to Rome that Chambord has not to France, for arguments derived from Canon Law are without validity in politics. By weakening his one resource, he shows that he thinks the game is up.
And then there is no insuperable obstacle to reconciliation with the Powers. Solicitude for temporal sovereignty {87} has been the cause of all the faults and disasters of our Church since the murder of Rossi.[117] To surrender it implies such a conversion that I shall not believe in it till I see clearer signs; for his chief confidant is the Archbishop of Capua, an old friend of mine, who is what Newman would be without his genius, his eloquence, and his instruction.
I don"t know where to stop. Capua is a bad stopping place.
[Sidenote: _Cannes Palm Sunday April 10, 1881_]
Don"t mind my weak handwriting and brief letter, but I have spent most of this great parliamentary week in bed, and this is my first attempt to write.
I so much want to hear from you that your father is well and happy.
The achievement seems incomparable, and the policy wonderful.[118] But I am too confused in mind yet to understand the whole thing and the flight of the Thane.[119] Probably it has been long foreseen, and is taken almost as a victory from coming alone. It portends tremendous opposition in the Lords, unless Derby has succeeded him,[120] and even then. I have seen nothing but the _Times_--stormy weather delaying all English papers; and I read the peroration to my family as explaining why the speaker is in my eyes so much the best of statesmen. I wonder what an intelligent Socialist would make of the sentence which says that the Irish landlords would have been guilty of injustice by appropriating the results of tenant labour in improvement of the soil.
In a rough and ready way {88} they might apply the maxim to manufactories too. Then comes an extract from the ninth paragraph of the Bessbro" Report to the effect that Irish rents are lower than English, which might, I fancy, serve when they try to stop the way by getting up an agrarian movement in this country. I should add, having been so recalcitrant, that the Court ought to be able to effect what is substantially just in the Irish claims. I don"t much believe in peasant proprietorship; but I should like much done for emigration, and have not been converted from what he said about that in 1845. The threatening close of the eleventh[121] Budget speech must not, I hope, be taken literally--not only because the Budget, laid down on partly Tory lines, is not a very great one; partly because the speech is full of promise and suggestion, and even menace; also because the only successor whose succession would not seriously weaken the Ministry, Goschen, declared his resolution not to join it when he returns....
You will not have had time to read French newspapers and academic speeches. They elected Rousse,[122] a lawyer, not famous, but much trusted by the expelled monks. Falloux was not ashamed to say to me: "au moins, c"est un honnete homme--chose precieuse aujourd"hui." His speech was an exquisite composition. But d"Aumale, in his reply, said that Cicero was a much better man than Demosthenes--in politics. I hope that sentiment would vex your father, the one man who has the right to p.r.o.nounce between them. A good historian says of Demosthenes: "Er war Idealist und uberschatzte in gefahrvollen Zeiten die Wirkung sittlicher Krafte."
I am anxiously watching the change of Ministry in {89} Italy, where I saw this mischief brewing so lately. A worse administration than the present seemed to me almost inconceivable. They avowed the doctrine that there is no resisting the priesthood except by definite Spencerianism; and that whatever is given to G.o.d goes to the Pope....
[Sidenote: _La Madeleine April 14, 1881_]
... Your welcome and consoling handwriting quickly followed by the appearance of Wolverton fresh from home, brought me all I was wishing for almost as soon as my letter was gone. Thank you so much for knowing so well what one is thinking of.
We rather expect Argyll to take refuge here too during these holidays.
The _Pall Mall_ is worth anything for its concentrated essence of opinion. Much of this is stupid. But the accusation begun by Argyll--that the measure abandons the old lines on which the Liberal party won its battles, introduces new principles not tested yet by the experience of nations, and begins, in short, a new departure--is one that will be urged with great force and some truth, and it will not do to disguise the magnitude of the change. The suspicion that the P.M.
was changing on the two[123] greatest of all political questions comes true after all; and I wonder which of the twenty-two texts was in the ascendant when I thought myself convicted of false prophecy!
I don"t feel to know how much German Herbert reads, for I don"t rely on what he picked up at Tegernsee. But I want to draw his attention, if it avails, to one literary matter.
Within the last ten or twelve years there has been a wonderful change in political economy in the {90} direction of which Laveleye, Ingram, Cliffe Leslie are popular exponents, and which Sherbrooke and Bonamy Price anathematise. The essential point is the history and a.n.a.lysis of property in land. It is important that our people should be exactly acquainted with these views and results before the debate comes on.
Two volumes contain all that it is necessary to read:--Roscher, _National oekonomik des Ackerbaus_, and Wagner"s _Grundlegung der Volkswirthschaft_.
He that has read these two books knows a good deal about the lines on which Society is moving that he cannot well discover elsewhere.