(Fragment) [Early in 1860.]
I remember well your kindness to it. Nothing was said then about the "fit arguments for poetry," and I recovered from it to write "Aurora Leigh," of which, however, many people did say that it was built on an unfit argument, and besides was a very indecent, corrupting book (have I not heard of ladies of sixty, who had "never felt themselves pure since reading it"?) But now, consider. Since you did not lose hope for me in "Casa Guidi Windows," because the line of politics was your own, why need you despair of me in the "Poems before Congress," although I do praise the devil in them? A mistake is not fatal to a critic? need it be to a poet? Does Napoleon"s being wicked (if he is so) make Italy less interesting? or unfit for poetry historical subjects like "The Dance" or the "Court Lady"? Meanwhile that thin-skinned people the Americans exceed some of you in generosity, rendering thanks to reprovers of their ill deeds, and understanding the pure love of the motive.[77] Let me tell you rather for their sake than mine. I have extravagant praises and _prices_ offered to me from "over the western sun," in consequence of these very "Poems before Congress." The nation is generous in these things and not "thin-skinned."
As to England, I shall be forgiven in time. The first part of a campaign and the first part of a discussion are the least favourable to English successes. After a while (by the time you have learnt to shoot cats with the new rifles), you will put them away, and arrive at the happy second thought which corrects the first thought. That second thought will not be of _invasion_, prophesies a headless prophet. "Time was when heads were off a man would die." A man--yes. But a woman! _We_ die hard, you know.
Here, an end. I hope you will write to me some day, and ease me by proving to me that I have ceased to be bitter to the palate of your soul. Believe this--that, rather than be a serious sadness to you, I would gladly sit on in the pillory under the aggressive mud of that mob of "Sat.u.r.day Reviewers," who take their mud and their morals from the same place, and use voices hoa.r.s.e with hooting down un-English poetesses, to cheer on the English champion, Tom Sayers. For me, I neither wish for the "belt"[78] nor martyrdom; but if I were ambitious of anything, it might be to be wronged where, for instance, Cavour is wronged.
_To Miss I. Blagden_
[Rome], Friday [end of March 1860].
My ever dearest Isa, I am scarcely in heart yet for writing letters, and did not mean to write to-day. You heard of the unexpected event which brought me the loss of a very dear friend, dear, dear Mrs. Jameson.[79]
It was, of course, a shock to me, as such things are meant to be....
And now I come to what makes me tax you with a dull letter, I feeling so dully; and, dear, it is with dismay I have to tell you that the letter you addressed under cover to Mr. Russell has _never reached us_. Till your last communication (this moment received), I had hoped that the contents of it might have been less important than O.-papers must be.
What is to be done, or thought? I beseech you to write and tell me if _harm_ is likely to follow from this seizure. The other inclosure came to me quite safely, because it came by the Government messenger. I think you sent it through Corbet. But Mr. Russell"s _post_ letters are as liable to opening as mine are; his name is no security. Whenever you send a "n.a.z.ione" newspaper through him, it never reaches us, though we receive our "Monitore" through him regularly. Why? Because in his position he is allowed to have newspapers for his own use. He takes in for himself no "Monitore," so ours goes to his account, but he does take in a "n.a.z.ione," therefore ours is seized, as being plainly for other hands than his own licensed ones.
I am very much grieved about this loss of your letter and its contents.
First, there"s my fear lest harm should come of this, and then there"s my own personal _mulcting_ of what would have been of such deep interest to me. I am "revelling"? See how little.
Robert wrote in a playful vein to Kate, and you must not and will not care for that. He had understood from your letter that you and the majority had all, like the "Athenaeum," understood the "Curse for a Nation" to be directed against England. Robert was _furious_ about the "Athenaeum"; no other word describes him, and I thought that both I and Mr. Chorley would perish together, seeing that even the accusation (such a one!) made me infamous, it seemed.
The curious thing is, that it was at Robert"s suggestion that that particular poem was reprinted there (it never had appeared in England), though "Barkis was willing"; I had no manner of objection. I never have to justice.
Mr. Chorley"s review is objectionable to me because unjust. A reviewer should read the book he gives judgment on, and he could not have read from beginning to end the particular poem in question, and have expounded its significance so. I wrote a letter on the subject to the "Athenaeum" to correct this mis-statement, which I cared for chiefly on Robert"s account.
In fact, _I_ cursed neither England nor America. I leave such things to our Holy Father here; the poem only pointed out how the curse was involved in the action of slave-holding.
I never saw Robert so enraged about a criticism. He is better now, let me add.
In the matter of Savoy,[80] it has vexed and vexes me, I do confess to you. It"s a handle given to various kinds of dirty hands, it spoils the beauty and glory of much, the uncontested admiration of which would have done good to the world. At the same time, as long as Piedmont and Savoy agree in the annexation to France, there is nothing to object to--not to object to with a reasonable mind. And it seems to be understood (it is stated in fact), that the cession is under condition of the a.s.sent of the populations. The Vote is necessary to the honour of France. I do not doubt that it will be consulted. Meantime there is too much haste, I think. There is a haste somewhat indelicate in the introduction of French garrisons into Savoy, previous to the popular conclusion being known. There should have been mixed garrisons, French and Piedmontese, till the vote was taken. Napoleon should have been more particular in Savoy than he was even in central Italy, as to the advance of any occasion of the current charge of "pressure."
Altogether the subject is an anxious one--would be, even if less rancorous violence on the part of his enemies were wreaked upon it. The English Tories are using it with the frenzy of despair, and no wonder!
Lamoriciere"s arrival is another proof of the internal coalition against the Empire.
Now I must end, Robert says, or I shall lose the post. My true best love, and Robert"s--and Peni"s.
Write to me, do, dearest Isa, and tell me if the MSS. sent were _nuisibles_. The Excommunication just out is said to include the Emperor.
Your ever loving BA.
_To Miss Browning_
[Rome: about March 1860.]
Dearest Sarianna,--It is impossible to have a regret for dear Lady Elgin. She has been imprisoned here under double chains too long. To be out of the dark and the restraint is a blessing to that spirit, and must be felt so by all who love her. Of course I shall write to Lady Augusta Bruce....
No, I don"t think there is much to be forgiven by my countrymen in my book. What I reproach them for, none of them deny. They certainly took no part in the war, nor will they if there is more war, and certainly the existence of the rifle clubs is a fact.
Robert and I began to write on the Italian question together, and our plan was (Robert"s own suggestion!) to publish jointly. When I showed him my ode on Napoleon he observed that I was gentle to England in comparison to what he had been, but after Villafranca (the Palmerston Ministry having come in) he destroyed his poem and left me alone, and I determined to stand alone. What Robert had written no longer suited the moment; but the poetical devil in me burnt on for an utterance. I have spoken nothing but historical truths, as far as the outline is concerned. But the spirit of the whole, is, of course, opposed to the national feeling, or I should not in my preface suppose it to be offended.
With every deference to you, dearest Sarianna, I cannot think that you who live, as the English usually do, quite aside and apart from French society, can judge of the interest in France for Italy. I see French letters--letters of French men and women--giving a very contrary impression. The French newspapers give a very contrary impression. And the statistics of books and pamphlets published and circulated in France on the Italian question this year are in most prodigious disaccord with such a conclusion. Compare them with the same statistics in England, and then judge.
Besides, the English, to do them justice, can be active and generous in any cause in which they are really interested, and it is a fact that we could not get up a subscription in England even for Garibaldi"s muskets lately, while France is always giving.
Not that there are not, and have not been, many English of generous sympathies towards Italy. That I well know. But it is a small, protesting minority. Lord John has done very well, as far as words can go, but it has been simply in giving effect to the intentions of France, who wanted much a respectable conservative Power like England to endorse her bill of revolution with the retrograde European Governments.
I will spare what I think of the treatment in England of the Savoy question. We are losing all moral prestige in the eyes of the world, with our small jealousies and factional struggles for power.
Ah! dear Sarianna, I don"t complain for myself of an unappreciating public--_I have no reason_. But, just for _that_ reason, I complain more about Robert, only he does not hear me complain. To _you_ I may say, that the blindness, deafness, and stupidity of the English public to Robert are amazing. Of course Milsand had "heard his name"! Well, the contrary would have been strange. Robert _is_. All England can"t prevent his existence, I suppose. But n.o.body there, except a small knot of pre-Raffaelite men, pretends to do him justice. Mr. Forster has done the best in the press. As a sort of lion, Robert has his range in society, and, for the rest, you should see Chapman"s returns; while in America he"s a power, a writer, a poet. He is read--he lives in the hearts of the people. "Browning readings" here in Boston; "Browning evenings"
there. For the rest, the English hunt lions too, Sarianna, but their favourite lions are chosen among "lords" chiefly, or "railroad kings."
"It"s worth _eating much dirt_," said an Englishman of high family and character here, "to get to Lady ----"s soiree." Americans will eat dirt to get to _us_. There"s the difference. English people will come and stare at _me_ sometimes, but physicians, dentists, who serve me and refuse their fees, artists who give me pictures, friends who give up their carriages and make other practical sacrifices, are _not English_--no--though English Woolner was generous about a bust. Let _me_ be just at least.
There is a beautiful photograph of Wilde"s picture of Pen on horseback, which shall go to you, the likeness better than in the picture.
I can scarcely allude to the loss of my loved friend Mrs. Jameson. It"s a blot more on the world to me. Best love to you and the dear Nonno from Pen and myself. The editor of the "Atlas" writes to thank me for the justice and courage of my international politics. English clergyman stops at the door to say to the servant, "he does not know me, but applauds my sentiments." So there may be ten just persons who spare
Your affectionate sister.
_To Miss I. Blagden_
[Rome]: Sat.u.r.day [April 1860].
My dearest dear Isa, not well! That must be the first word "by return of post." Dear, let me have a better letter, to say that you are well and bright again, and brilliant Isa as customary.
And now, join me in admiration of the "husband Browning!" Isn"t he a miracle, whoever else may be? The wife Browning, not to name most other human beings, would have certainly put the "Monitore" receipt into the fire, or, at best, lost it. In fact, whisper it not in the streets of Askelon, but _she_ had forgotten even the fact of its having been sent, and was quietly concluding that Wilson had lost it in a fog and that we should have patiently to pay twice. Not at all. Up rises the husband Browning, superior to his mate, and with eyes all fire, holds up the receipt like an heroic rifleman looking to a French invasion at the end of a hundred years. Blessed be they who keep receipts. It is a beat.i.tude beyond my reach.
Only I do hope my Tuscan friends of the "Monitore" are only careless and forgetful in their business habits, and that they didn"t think of "annexing"--eh, Isa! No, I don"t believe it was dishonesty, it might have so very well been oblivion.
May the paper come to-day, that"s all. We get the "Galignani," but can"t afford to miss our Italian news. Then, not only we ourselves, but half a dozen Tuscan exiles here in Rome who are not allowed to read a freely breathed word, come to us for that paper, friends of Ferdinando"s living in Rome. First he lent them the paper, then they got frightened for fear of being convicted through some spy of reading such a thing[81], and prayed to come to this house to read it. There have been six of them sometimes in the evening. We keep a sort of cafe in Rome, observe, and your "Monitore" is necessary to us.
You have seen by this time Lamoriciere"s[82] address to the Papal array.
It"s extraordinary, while the French are still here, that such a publication should be permitted, obvious as the position taken must be to all, and personally displeasing to the Emperor as the man is known to be. Magnanimity is certainly a great feature of Napoleon"s mind. And now what next? The French are going, of course. You would suppose an attack on Romagna imminent. And better so. Let us have it out at once.
I have the papers. I am much the better for some things in them. There"s to be the universal suffrage, the withdrawal of troops, whatever I wanted. Cavour"s despatch to the Swiss is also excellent. Those injured martyrs wanted the bone in their teeth, that"s all.
The wailing in England for Swiss and Savoyards, while other nationalities are to be trodden under foot without intervention, except what"s called _aggression_, is highly irritating to me.
Dearest Isa, Robert tore me from my last sentence to you. I was going to say that I cared less for the attacks of the press on my book than I care for your sympathy. Thank you for feeling "mad" for me. But be sane again. Dear, it"s not worth being mad for.