C. the Benjamin of his family, descended first a golden dawn within the Paradise of his father"s and his mother"s smiles--descended secondly and suddenly an overcasting hurricane of separation from both father and mother for ever. How dreadful, if audibly declared, this sentence to a poor nerve-shattered child: Behold! thou art commanded, before thy first decennium is completed, to see father and mother no more, and to throw thyself into the wilderness of London. Yet _that_ was the destiny of Coleridge. At nine years old he was precipitated into the stormy arena of Christ"s Hospital. Amongst seven hundred boys he was to fight his way to distinction; and with no other advantages of favour or tenderness than would have belonged to the son of a footman. Sublime are these democratic inst.i.tutions rising upon the bosom of aristocratic England.
Great is the people amongst whom the foundations of kings _can_ a.s.sume this popular character. But yet amidst the grandeur of a national triumph is heard, at intervals, the moaning of individuals; and from many a grave in London rises from time to time, in arches of sorrow audible to G.o.d, the lamentation of many a child seeking to throw itself round for comfort into some distant grave of the provinces, where rest the ear and the heart of its mother.
Concerning this chapter of Coleridge"s childhood, we have therefore at present no vestige of any record beyond the exquisite sketches of his schoolfellow, Charles Lamb. The five letters, however, though going over so narrow a s.p.a.ce, go far enough to throw a pathetic light upon Coleridge"s frailties of temperament. They indicate the sort of nervous agitation arising from contradictory impulses, from love too tender, and scorn too fretful, by which already in childish days the inner peace had been broken up, and the nervous system shattered. This revelation, though so unpretending and simple in manner, of the drama substantially so fearful, that was constantly proceeding in a quiet and religious parsonage--the bare possibility that sufferings so durable in their effects should be sweeping with their eternal storms a heart so capacious and so pa.s.sively unresisting--are calculated to startle and to oppress us with the sense of a fate long prepared, vested in the very seeds of const.i.tution and character; temperament and the effects of early experience combining to thwart all the morning promise of greatness and splendour; the flower unfolding its silken leaves only to suffer canker and blight; and to hang withering on the stalk, with only enough of grace and colour left to tell pathetically to all that looked upon it what it might have been.
EDITOR"S NOTE TO THIS ESSAY.
Certainly this idea of De Quincey about the misfortune to Coleridge of the early loss of his father, separation from his mother, and removal from Devon to London, is fully borne out by the more personal utterances to be found in Coleridge"s poems. Looking through them with this idea in view, we are surprised at the deposit left in them by this conscious experience on Coleridge"s part. Not to dwell at all on what might be very legitimately regarded as _indirect_ expressions of the sentiment, we shall present here, in order to add emphasis to De Quincey"s position, some of the extracts which have most impressed us. From the poem in the Early Poems "To an Infant," are these lines:
"Man"s breathing miniature! thou mak"st me sigh-- A babe art thou--and such a thing am I, To anger rapid and as soon appeased, For trifles mourning and by trifles pleased, Break friendship"s mirror with a tetchy blow, Yet s.n.a.t.c.h what coals of fire on pleasure"s altar glow."
Still more emphatic is this pa.s.sage from the poem, "Frost at Midnight":
"My babe so beautiful! it thrills my heart With tender gladness thus to look at thee, And think that thou shalt learn far other lore, And in far other scenes! For I was reared In the great city, pent "mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars.
But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy sh.o.r.es beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and sh.o.r.es And mountain crags; so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy G.o.d Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all and all things in Himself.
Great Universal Teacher! he shall mould Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask."
In another place, when speaking of the love of mother for child and that of child for mother, awakened into life by the very impress of that love in voice and touch, he concludes with the line:
"Why was I made for Love and Love denied to me?"
And, most significant of all, is that Dedication in 1803 of his Early Poems to his brother, the Rev. George Coleridge of Ottery St. Mary, when he writes, after having dwelt on the bliss this brother had enjoyed in never having been really removed from the place of his early nurture:
"To me the Eternal Wisdom hath dispensed A different fortune, and more different mind-- Me, from the spot where first I sprang to light Too soon transplanted, ere my soul had fixed Its first domestic loves; and hence, through life Chasing chance-started friendships. A brief while Some have preserved me from life"s pelting ills, But like a tree with leaves of feeble stem, If the clouds lasted, and a sudden breeze Ruffled the boughs, they on my head at once Dropped the collected shower: and some most false, False and fair-foliaged as the manchineel, Have tempted me to slumber in their shade E"en "mid the storm; then breathing subtlest damps Mixed their own venom with the rain from Heaven, That I woke poisoned! But (all praise to Him Who gives us all things) more have yielded me Permanent shelter: and beside one friend, Beneath the impervious covert of one oak I"ve raised a lowly shed and know the name Of husband and of father; not unhearing Of that divine and nightly-whispering voice, Which from my childhood to maturer years Spake to me of predestinated wreaths, Bright with no fading colours!
Yet, at times, My soul is sad, that I have roamed through life Still most a stranger, most with naked heart, At mine own home and birthplace: chiefly then When I remember thee, my earliest friend!
Thee, who didst watch my boyhood and my youth; Did"st trace my wanderings with a father"s eye; And, boding evil yet still hoping good, Rebuked each fault and over all my woes Sorrowed in silence!"
And certainly all this only gains emphasis from the entry we have in the "Table Talk" under date August 16, 1832, and under the heading, "Christ"s Hospital, Bowyer":
"The discipline of Christ"s Hospital in my time was ultra-Spartan; all domestic ties were to be put aside. "Boy!" I remember Bowyer saying to me once when I was crying the first day of my return after the holidays.
"Boy! the school is your father! Boy! the school is your mother! Boy!
the school is your brother! the school is your sister! the school is your first cousin, and all the rest of your relations! Let"s have no more crying!""
FOOTNOTES:
[1] Really now I can"t say that. No; I couldn"t have stood Cruger"s arguments. "Ditto to Mr. Burke" is certainly not a very brilliant observation, but still it"s supportable, whereas I must have found the pains of contradiction insupportable.
[2] This sublimest of all Greek poets did really die, as some biographers allege, by so extraordinary and, as one may say, so insulting a mistake on the part of an eagle.
[3] _Frankistan._--There is no word, but perhaps Frankistan might come nearest to such a word, for expressing the territory of Christendom taken jointly with that of those Mahometan nations which have for a long period been connected with Christians in their hostilities, whether of arms or of policy. The Arabs and the Moors belong to these nations, for the circle of their political system has always been made up in part by a segment from Christendom, their relations of war being still more involved with such a segment.
[4] "Merry Wives of Windsor," Act I., Sc. 4. Mrs. Quickly: "... An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and I warrant you no tell-tale, nor no breed-hate; his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way; but n.o.body but has his fault--but let that pa.s.s."--ED.
[5] "_Pun them into shivers_": Troilus and Cressida, Act II., Sc. 1. We refer specially to the jolly boatswain, having already noticed the fact, that sailors as a cla.s.s, from retaining more of the simplicity and quick susceptibility belonging to childhood, are unusually fond of waxen exhibitions. Too much worldly experience indisposes men to the playfulness and to the _toyfulness_ (if we may invent that word) of childhood, not less through the ungenial churlishness which it gradually deposits, than through the expansion of understanding which it promotes.
[6] "_Science not always fathomable._" Several distinguished Frenchmen have pursued a course of investigations into these fenestral phenomena, which one might call the _Fata Morgana of Frost_; and, amongst these investigators, some--not content with watching, observing, recording--have experimented on these floral prolusions of nature by arranging beforehand the circ.u.mstances and conditions into which and under which the Frost Fairy should be allowed to play. But what was the result? Did they catch the Fairy? Did they chase her into her secret cells and workshops? Did they throw over the freedom of her motions a harness of net-work of coercion as the Pagans over their pitiful Proteus? So far from it, that the more they studied the less they understood; and all the traps which they laid for the Fairy, did but multiply her evasions.
[7] The pa.s.sage occurs at p. 354, vol. ii. of the _Lectures_; and we now find, on looking to the place, that the ill.u.s.tration is drawn from "a dell of lazy Sicily." The same remark has virtually been antic.i.p.ated at p. 181 of the same volume in the rule about "converting mere abstractions into persons."
[8] It is true that Mr. De Quincey _did_ make the mistake of supposing Coleridge to have "calculated on" a remark which Mrs. Coleridge justly characterises as a blind one. It _was_ blind as compared with the fact resulting from grounds not then known; else it was _not_ blind as a reasonable inference under the same circ.u.mstances.
[9] If for the words "more than fifteen years" we say sixteen or seventeen, as Coleridge died in 1834, this article would be written in 1850 or 1851.--ED.
[10] "The Saintly Herbert," the brother, oddly enough, of the brilliant but infidel Lord Herbert of Cherbury; which lord was a versatile man of talent, but not a man of genius like the humble rustic--his unpretending brother.
[11] In saying this, Coleridge unduly disparaged his own personal advantages. In youth, and before sorrow and the labour of thought had changed him, he must have been of very engaging appearance. The _G.o.dlike forehead_, which afterwards was ascribed to him, could not have been wanting at any age. That exquisite pa.s.sage in Wordsworth"s description of him,
"And a pale face, that seem"d undoubtedly As if a blooming face it ought to be,"
had its justification in those early days. If to be blooming was the natural tendency and right of his face, blooming it then was, as we have been a.s.sured by different women of education and taste, who saw him at twenty-four in Bristol and Clifton. Two of these were friends of Hannah More, and had seen all the world. They could judge: that is, they could judge in conformity to the highest standards of taste; and both said, with some enthusiasm, that he was a most attractive young man; one adding, with a smile at the old pastoral name, "Oh, yes, he was a perfect Strephon." Light he was in those days and agile as a feathered Mercury; whereas he afterwards grew heavy and at times bloated; and at that gay period of life his animal spirits ran up _naturally_ to the highest point on the scale; whereas in later life, when most tempestuous, they seemed most artificial. That this, which was the ardent testimony of females, was also the true one, might have been gathered from the appearance of his children. Berkeley died an infant, and him only we never saw. The sole daughter of Coleridge, as she inherited so much of her father"s intellectual power, inherited also the diviner part of his features. The upper part of her face, at seventeen, when last we saw her, seemed to us angelic, and pathetically angelic; for the whole countenance was suffused by a pensive nun-like beauty too charming and too affecting ever to be forgotten. Derwent, the youngest son, we have not seen since boyhood, but at that period he had a handsome cast of features, and (from all we can gather) the representative cast of the Coleridge family. But Hartley, the eldest son, how shall we describe _him_? He was most intellectual and he was most eccentric, and his features expressed all that in perfection.
Southey, in his domestic playfulness, used to call him the _Knave of Spades_; and he certainly _had_ a resemblance to that well-known young gentleman. But really we do not know that it would have been at all better to resemble the knave of hearts. And it must be remembered that the knave of spades may have a brother very like himself, and yet a hundred times handsomer. There _are_ such things as handsome likenesses of very plain people. Some folks p.r.o.nounced Hartley Coleridge too Jewish. But to be a Jew is to be an Arab. And our own feeling was, when we met Hartley at times in solitary or desolate places of Westmoreland and c.u.mberland, that here was a son of Ishmael walking in the wilderness of Edom. The coruscating _nimbus_ of his curling and profuse black hair, black as erebus, strengthened the Saracen impression of his features and complexion. He wanted only a turban on his head, and a spear in his right hand, to be perfect as a Bedouin. But it affected us as all things are affecting which record great changes, to hear that for a long time before his death this black hair had become white as the hair of infancy. Much sorrow and much thought had been the worms that gnawed the roots of that raven hair; that, in Wordsworth"s fine way of expressing the very same fact as to Mary Queen of Scots:
"Kill"d the bloom before its time, And blanch"d, without the owner"s crime, The most resplendent hair."
Ah, wrecks of once blooming nurseries, that from generation to generation, from John Coleridge the apostolic to S. T. C. the sunbright, and from S. T. C. the sunbright to Hartley the starry, lie scattered upon every sh.o.r.e!
_II. MR. FINLAY"S HISTORY OF GREECE._
In attempting to appraise Mr. Finlay"s work comprehensively, there is this difficulty. It comes before us in two characters; first, as a philosophic speculation upon history, to be valued against others speculating on other histories; secondly, as a guide, practical altogether and not speculative, to students who are navigating that great trackless ocean the _Eastern_ Roman history. Now under either shape, this work traverses so much ground, that by mere multiplicity of details it denies to us the opportunity of reporting on its merits with that simplicity of judgment which would have been available in a case of severer unity. So many separate situations of history, so many critical continuations of political circ.u.mstances, sweep across the field of Mr.
Finlay"s telescope whilst sweeping the heavens of four centuries, that it is naturally impossible to effect any comprehensive abstractions, as to principles, from cases individual by their nature and separated by their period not less than by their relations in respect to things and persons. The mere necessity of the plan in such a work ensures a certain amount of dissent on the part of every reader; he that most frequently goes along with the author in his commentary, will repeatedly find himself diverging from it in one point or demurring to its inferences in another. Such, in fact, is the eternal disadvantage for an author upon a subject which recalls the remark of Juvenal:
"Vester porro labor fecundior, historiarum Scriptores: pet.i.t hic plus temporis, atque olei plus: Sic _ingens rerum numerus_ jubet, atque operum lex."
It is this _ingens rerum numerus_ that const.i.tutes at once the attraction of these volumes, and the difficulty of dealing with them in any adequate or satisfactory manner.
Indeed, the vistas opened up by Mr. Finlay are infinite; in _that_ sense it is that he ascribes inexhaustibility to the trackless savannahs of history. These vast hunting-grounds for the imaginative understanding are in fact but charts and surveyors" outlines meagre and arid for the timid or uninspired student. To a grander intellect these historical delineations are not maps but pictures: they compose a forest wilderness, veined and threaded by sylvan lawns, "dark with horrid shades," like Milton"s haunted desert in the "Paradise Regained," at many a point looking back to the towers of vanishing Jerusalem, and like Milton"s desert, crossed dimly at uncertain intervals by forms doubtful and (considering the character of such awful deserts) suspicious.
Perhaps the reader, being rather "dense," does not understand, but we understand ourselves, which is the root of the matter. Let us try again: these historical delineations are not lifeless facts, bearing no sense or moral value, but living realities organized into the unity of some great constructive idea.
Perhaps we are obscure; and possibly (though it is treason in a writer to hint such a thing, as tending to produce hatred or disaffection towards his liege lord who is and must be his reader), yet, perhaps, even the reader--that great character--may be "dense." "Dense" is the word used by young ladies to indicate a slight shade--a _soupcon_--of stupidity; and by the way it stands in close relationship of sound to _Duns_, the schoolman, who (it is well known) shared with King Solomon the glory of furnishing a designation for men weak in the upper quarters. But, reader, whether the fault be in you or in ourselves, certain it is that the truth which we wish to communicate is not trivial; it is the n.o.blest and most creative of truths, if only we are not a Duns Scholasticus for explanation, nor you (most excellent reader!) altogether a Solomon for apprehension. Therefore, again lend us your ears.
It is not, it has not been, perhaps it never will be, understood--how vast a thing is combination. We remember that Euler, and some other profound Prussians, such as Lambert, etc., tax this word _combination_ with a fault: for, say they, it indicates that composition of things which proceeds two by two (viz., com-_bina_); whereas three by three, ten by ten, fifty by fifty, is combination. It is so. But, once for all, language is so difficult a structure, being like a mail-coach and four horses required to turn round Lackington"s counter[12]--required in one syllable to do what oftentimes would require a sentence--that it must use the artifices of a short-hand. The word _bini-ae-a_ is here but an exponential or representative word: it stands for any number, for _number_ in short generally as opposed to unity. And the secret truth which some years ago we suggested, but which doubtless perished as pearls to swine, is, that com_bina_tion, or com_terna_tion, or com_quaterna_tion, or com_dena_tion, possesses a mysterious virtue quite un.o.bserved by men. All knowledge is probably within its keeping. What we mean is, that where A is not capable simply of revealing a truth (_i.e._, by way of direct inference), very possible it is that A viewed by the light of B (_i.e._, in some mode of combination with B) shall be capable; but again, if A + B cannot unlock the case, these in combination with C shall do so. And if not A + B + C, then, perhaps, shall A + B + C combined with D; and so on _ad infinitum_; or in other words that pairs, or binaries, ternaries, quaternaries, and in that mode of progression will furnish keys intricate enough to meet and to decipher the wards of any lock in nature.
Now, in studying history, the difficulty is about the delicacy of the lock, and the mode of applying the key. We doubt not that many readers will view all this as false refinement. But hardly, if they had much considered the real experimental cases in history. For instance, suppose the condition of a people known as respects (1) civilization, as respects (2) relation to the sovereign, (3) the prevailing mode of its industry, (4) its special circ.u.mstances as to taxation, (5) its physical conformation and temperament, (6) its local circ.u.mstances as to neighbours warlike or not warlike, (7) the quality and depth of its religion, (8) the framework of its jurisprudence, (9) the machinery by which these laws are made to act, (10) the proportion of its towns to its rural labour, and the particular action of its police; these and many other items, elements, or secondary features of a people being known, it yet remains unknown which of these leads, which is inert, and of those which are not inert in what order they arrange their action.
The _principium movendi_, the central force which organizes and a.s.signs its place in the system to all the other forces, these are quite undetermined by any mere arithmetical recitation of the agencies concerned. Often these primary principles can be deduced only tentatively, or by a regress to the steps, historically speaking, through which they have arisen. Sometimes, for instance, the population, as to its principle of expansion, and as to its rate, together with the particular influence socially of the female s.e.x, exercises the most prodigious influence on the fortunes of a nation, and its movement backwards or forwards. Sometimes again as in Greece (from the oriental seclusion of women) these causes limit their own action, until they become little more than names.
In such a case it is essential that the leading outlines at least should be definite; that the coast line and the capes and bays should be well-marked and clear, whatever may become of the inland waters, and the separate heights in a continuous chain of mountains.
But we are not always sure that we understand Mr. Finlay, even in the particular use which he makes of the words "Greece" and "Grecian."
Sometimes he means beyond a doubt the people of h.e.l.las and the aegean islands, as _opposed_ to the mixed population of Constantinople.
Sometimes he means the Grecian element as opposed to the Roman element _in_ the composition of this mixed Byzantine population. In this case the Greek does not mean (as in the former case) the non-Byzantine, but the Byzantine. Sometimes he means by preference that vast and most diffusive race which throughout Asia Minor, Syria, Egypt, the Euxine and the Euphrates, represented the Graeco-Macedonian blood from the time of Alexander downwards. But why should we limit the case to an origin from this great Alexandrian aera? Then doubtless (330 B.C.) it received a prodigious expansion. But already, in the time of Herodotus (450 B.C.), this Grecian race had begun to sow itself broadcast over Asia and Africa. The region called _Cyrenaica_ (viz., the first region which you would traverse in pa.s.sing from the banks of the Nile and the Pyramids to Carthage and to Mount Atlas, _i.e._, Tunis, Algiers, Fez and Morocco, or what we now call the Barbary States) had been occupied by Grecians nearly seven hundred years before Christ. In the time of Croesus (say 560 B.C.) it is clear that Grecians were swarming over Lydia and the whole accessible part of Asia Minor. In the time of Cyrus the younger (say 404 B.C.) his Grecian allies found their fiercest opponents in Grecian soldiers of Artaxerxes. In the time of Alexander, just a septuagint of years from the epoch of this unfortunate Cyrus, the most considerable troops of Darius were Greeks. The truth is, that, though Greece was at no time very populous, the prosperity of so many little republics led to as ample a redundancy of Grecian population as was compatible with Grecian habits of life; for, deceive not yourself, the _harem_, what we are accustomed to think of as a Mahometan inst.i.tution, existed more or less perfectly in Greece by seventeen centuries at least antecedently to Mahometanism. Already before Homer, before Troy, before the Argonauts, woman was an abject, dependent chattel in Greece, and living in nun-like seclusion. There is so much of _intellectual_ resemblance between Greece and Rome, shown in the two literatures, the two religions, and the structure of the two languages, that we are apt to overlook radical repulsion between their _moral_ systems. But such a repulsion did exist, and the results of its existence are "writ large"
in the records, if they are studied with philosophic closeness and insight, and could be ill.u.s.trated in many ways had we only time and s.p.a.ce for such an exercise. But we must hurry on to remark that Mr.
Finlay"s indefiniteness in the use of the terms "Greece" and "Grecian"
is almost equalled by his looseness in dealing with inst.i.tutions and the principles which determined their character. He dwells meditatively upon that tenacity of life which he finds to characterize them--a tenacity very much dependent upon physical[13] circ.u.mstances, and in that respect so memorably inferior to the social economy of Jewish existence, that we have been led to dwell with some interest upon the following distinctions as applicable to the political existence of all nations who are in any degree civilized. It seems to us that three forces, amongst those which influence the movement of nations, are practically paramount; viz., first, the _legislation_ of a people; secondly, the _government_ of a people; thirdly, the _administration_ of a people. By the quality of its legislation a people is moulded to this or that character; by the quality of its government a people is applied to this or that great purpose; by the quality of its administration a people is made disposable readily and instantly and completely for every purpose lying within the field of public objects. _Legislation_ it is which shapes or qualifies a people, endowing them with such qualities as are more or less fitted for the ends likely to be pursued by a national policy, and for the ends suggested by local relations when combined with the new aspects of the times. _Government_ it is which turns these qualifications to account, guiding them upon the new line of tendencies opening spontaneously ahead, or (as sometimes we see) upon new tendencies created deliberately and by forethought. But _administration_ it is which organizes between the capacities of the people on the one hand, and the enlightened wishes of the government on the other--that intermediate _nexus_ of social machinery without which both the amplest powers in a nation and the n.o.blest policy in a government must equally and continually fall to the ground. A general system of instruments, or if we may use the word, system of instrumentation and concerted arrangements--behold the one sole _conditio sine qua non_ for giving a voice to the national interests, for giving a ratification to the national will, for giving mobility to the national resources. Amongst these three categories which we have here a.s.signed as summing up the relations of the public will in great nations to the total system of national results, this last category of _administration_ is that which (beyond the rest) postulates and presupposes vast developments of civilization. Instincts of nature, under favourable circ.u.mstances, as where the national mind is bold, the temper n.o.ble, veracity adorning the speech, and simplicity the manners, may create and _have_ created good elementary laws; whilst it is certain that, where any popular freedom exists, the government must resemble and reflect the people. Hence it cannot be denied that, even in semi-barbarous times, good legislation and good government may arise. But good administration is not conceivable without the aids of high civilization. How often have piracy by sea, systematic robbery by land, tainted as with a curse the blessings of life and property in great nations! Witness the state of the Mediterranean under the Cilicians during the very sunset of Marius; or, again, of the Caribbean seas, in spite of a vast Spanish empire, of Buccaneers and Filibusters. Witness Bagandae in Roman Spain, or the cloud of robbers gathering in France through twelve centuries after _every_ period of war; witness the scourges of public peace in Italy, were it in papal Rome or amongst the Fra Diavolos of Naples.