Moore, as we have seen, returned to Ireland in August 1808, and on the 10th of October following he made his _debut_ at Kilkenny; not alone, for Mr. Power in that year obtained two notable recruits. Isaac Corry, one of Moore"s most lasting and agreeable friends, joined the troupe, and remained faithful for years; moreover, the genial Joe Atkinson, who, we may guess, introduced these new actors, wrote the prologue. Moore was only at this time a tentative member of the company, and played three days out of the twelve. We find the _Leinster Journal_ (whose exceedingly well-written notices of the performances are regularly quoted in the volume) noting, to begin with, that "the Theatrical Company have been favoured with the presence of Anacreon Moore." But on the 22nd October the new recruit made his first appearance in the small part of David in _The Rivals_, and "kept the audience in a roar by his Yorkshire dialect and rustic simplicity." The success was renewed by him as Mungo in _The Padlock_, and as Spado (a singing part) in _A Castle of Andalusia_. Next year a list of plays that ran from the 2nd to the 21st of October was produced, and we read that "the delight and darling of the Kilkenny audience appears to be Anacreon Moore," who wrote the prologue for the occasion, and "spoke it in his own bewitching manner." "The vivacity and _navete_ of his manner, the ease and archness of his humour, and the natural sweetness of his voice have quite enamoured us." In the solid Shaksperian part of the programme--for Mr. Power and his men did not shrink before _Macbeth_ and _Oth.e.l.lo_--this actor took no part. What he did play in was the farce _Peeping Tom of Coventry_--and, let it be carefully observed, the Lady G.o.diva was Miss E. d.y.k.e. Miss E. d.y.k.e was a beautiful girl, then aged fourteen; her sister, Miss H. d.y.k.e, had appeared the year before, and both, it seems, were professional actresses. Of their talents the recorder in the _Leinster Journal_ makes no mention, but he is eloquent again and again on the successes of Mr. Moore, and the performances of 1809 appear to have marked an epoch. In 1810 Moore was again (and for the last time) a performer. The critic inclines to cavil at the slightness of the part given to this favourite, and emphasises Moore"s cleverness with enthusiasm. But, indeed, on two of the evenings Moore had the stage entirely to himself, when, between the plays, he sat down to a piano and spoke his _Melologue upon National Music_, verses which he had written to be declaimed by Miss Smith at the Dublin Theatre for a benefit night, and which were afterwards published in pamphlet form.
All this pleasant gaiety had two consequences, of which the less important may be first noted. In January 1809, three months after Moore"s first appearance at Kilkenny, Rogers writes: "I am delighted with your intention to make your debut on the stage--as an author I mean. Of your fame as an actor, I have had many reverberations." Nothing more came of the intention at the moment, but in December 1810 Moore returned to London after a two years" absence, and writes of many visits "from booksellers, musicsellers, managers, etc., with offers for books, songs, and plays. I rather think," he adds, "I may give something to Covent Garden." The result was that sometime in the following summer he was trembling upon a manager"s verdict, and on September 4th, 1811, saw with no pleasurable feelings, the production of his opera, _M.P. or The Blue Stocking_, at the English Opera House. The piece was a failure, despite a friendly press; and the songs from it, all that Moore cared to preserve, are by no means good examples of his work. For many years afterwards the stage tempted him, as a means of earning money, but he never returned to the charge.
The other sequel of the Kilkenny theatricals was of very different character. In the end of 1808 Rogers, answering a letter, remarks, "Your sketch of Ireland is most gloomy." Twelve months later, and after Miss E. d.y.k.e"s first appearance in Mr. Power"s company, Rogers writes, "I am rejoiced to think you are happy, which indeed you cannot fail to be while you are making others so; but don"t let the Graces supplant the Muses." It is hardly rash to infer that Moore had written a cheerful account of the 1809 festival at Kilkenny. October 1810 saw the last appearance in the Kilkenny bills of Mr. Moore and Miss E. d.y.k.e. Early in December Moore ran back to London to interview "booksellers, musicsellers, managers, etc." In January he returned to Dublin for a few weeks. February saw him in town again; and in March it appears that he has "at last got a little bedroom about two miles from town where I shall try now and then for a morning"s work." On March 25th he was married to Miss d.y.k.e at St. Martin"s Church; but the marriage was kept a secret from his parents till the month of May following.
On the face of it, nothing could have seemed less promising than this alliance. Moore had to live by his wits; he was now in his thirty-second year, he had lived with people of expensive habits and, in a sense, lived fast. Allowing for some rhetoric, one may take as a fair account the description of his feelings which he wrote to Lady Donegal in the summer preceding the last bout of theatricals at Kilkenny--when, presumably, his fate was settled.
"I wish," he says, "I could give you even a tolerable account of what I have done; but I don"t know how it is, both my mind and heart appear to have lain for some time completely fallow, and even the usual crop of _wild oats_ has not been forthcoming. What is the reason of this? I believe there is in every man"s life (at least in every man who has lived as if he knew how to live) one blank interval, which takes place at that period when the gay desires of youth are just gone off, and he has not yet made up his mind as to the feelings or pursuits that succeed them--when the last blossom has fallen away, and yet the fruit continues to look harsh and unpromising--a kind of _interregnum_ which takes place upon the demise of love, before ambition and worldliness have seated themselves upon the vacant throne."
One can easily imagine a gentleman who writes in this strain making, some few months later, a match with a penniless and beautiful girl of sixteen, whose situation had so little to recommend it that he kept the whole affair dark even from his parents. It would not have been so likely a guess that he would make her the most affectionate of husbands, or that she would turn out to be the most helpful of wives. There are few things more significant in a man"s history than his choice of a consort, and stress must be laid on this marriage. In the first place, it should be remarked that Moore, with an equipment for the business which might have made any fortune-hunter envious, never showed the least inclination to marry for money. Secondly, although himself among the most brilliant of talkers, finding his chief enjoyment in such talk as was heard, for instance, at Holland House, he married a girl who probably had little education and certainly possessed only the intelligence of the heart. He married, doubtless, for beauty; but probably not without discerning that this girl of sixteen had qualities of prudence, order, and courage which amply justified his choice. She must have possessed also a great charm, for the most difficult to please among Moore"s friends were immediately subjugated. Rogers, who had a sincere and lifelong affection for the young poet, took her from the first into his good graces, and his letters all contain some pleasant word of remembrance to Psyche, as he christened her. In a later day, Psyche and her babies were the guests of that rigidly celibate old bachelor, and did not lack invitation to return. Miss G.o.dfrey, another shrewd and loyal well-wisher, wrote six months after the marriage:--
"Be very sure, my dear Moore, that if you have got an amiable, sensible wife, extremely attached to you, as I am certain you have, it is only in the long run of life that you can know the full value of the treasure you possess. If you did but see, as I see with bitter regret in a very near connection of my own, the miserable effects of marrying a vain fool devoted to fashion, you would bless your stars night and day for your good fortune, and, to say the truth, you were as likely a gentleman to get into a sc.r.a.pe that way as any that I know. You were always the slave of beauty, say what you please; it covered a mult.i.tude of sins in your eyes, and I never can cease wondering at your good luck after all is said and done."
Certainly, Bessy Moore was as little of the "vain fool devoted to fashion" as could be found. The two lived together, in Bury Street, for a year, till after the birth of their first child,--Barbara--born in February 1812. Soon after this, a parliamentary crisis raised Moore"s hopes of Lord Moira"s advancement, and his own depending on it, to fever height. They were soon dashed. Lord Moira was a staunch supporter of the Catholic claims, and the ministry had decided to do nothing for the Catholics. For the moment at least Moore took the defeat as final and wrote with some bitterness to Lady Donegal:--
"In Lord Moira"s exclusion from all chances of power, I see an end to the long hope of my life; and my intention is to go far away into the country, there to devote the remainder of my life to the dear circle I am forming around me, to the quiet pursuit of literature, and, I hope, of goodness."
Whatever spleen is to be traced in this letter soon vanished. On March 6, a letter to Miss G.o.dfrey marks Moore"s definitive breaking with his old habit of precarious reliance upon the prospect of patronage.
Literary earnings, which he had hitherto regarded as a mere temporary means of meeting embarra.s.sments, were now to become the sole support of himself and his family; and he bids good-bye with a cheerful courage to "all the hope and suspense in which the prospect of Lord Moira"s advancement" had kept him for so many years.
"It has been a sort of _Will o" the Wisp_ to me all my life, and the only thing I regret is, that it was not extinguished sooner, for it has led me a sad dance."
Retirement from town was necessary, for the general curiosity "to see Moore"s wife" threatened to become ruinous; and one may be very sure that if Bessy refused invitations "to the three most splendid a.s.semblies in town," it was her doing and not her husband"s. In the choice of a neighbourhood, access to a library had to be considered, and Moore naturally enough looked for a home near Donington Park. It was accordingly at Kegworth, a few miles from Lord Moira"s seat, that he installed himself; but the proximity was unfortunate, for the cabinet crisis continued, and the Prince Regent"s personal reliance on Lord Moira sustained Moore"s hopes. In the autumn came news that Moira was to be Governor-General of India, and Moore"s friends immediately settled it that the poet would accompany him as secretary. The remaining months of 1812 were embittered by hope deferred, which some expressions let fall by Lord Moira helped to quicken. But the great man and his household came and went, making it clear to Moore that he could count on nothing but continued good-will. The suggestion of an exchange of patronage made by Lord Moira was fortunately put aside; Moore replying that he would "rather struggle on as he was than take anything that would have the effect of tying up his tongue under such a system as the present."
Thus, in January 1813, with Moira"s departure for India, the long relation between the patron and client ended, not without mutual embarra.s.sment. Yet Moore was grateful for the kindly attentions heaped upon himself and his Bessy, who was then in a state to need them. Her second confinement, again of a daughter, Olivia, took place in March; and, as soon as she could be moved, Moore and she accepted willingly the invitation of a cordial friend, one Mrs. Ready, and settled into her house, Oakhanger Hall, for the summer. It had been decided to give up the Kegworth cottage, and look out for some pleasanter home; and a plan had also been arranged which made Moore glad to leave his wife in friendly company during the months of the London season.
In 1811, a fourth number of the _Irish Melodies_ had been published, and Moore"s c.u.mulative success as a song-writer had tempted the brothers Power to make an offer which ensured to him and his at least a livelihood for the term of the agreement. They were to pay 500 a year for the monopoly of Moore"s musical compositions.[1] The arrangement thus entered into lasted for over twenty years, and was financially Moore"s backbone. But both Moore himself and the Powers recognised that the vogue of these songs was largely due to Moore"s own singing of them, and it was consequently settled at Kegworth, that the singer should go up to town alone for the month of May. Bessy was naturally reluctant at first; "indeed," Moore wrote to Power, "it was only on my representing to her that my songs would all remain a dead letter with you, if I did not go up in the gay time of the year, and give them life by singing them about, that she agreed to my leaving her." The practice, once fixed, became habitual. For the next thirty years Moore was never long enough absent from town to lose touch with the society which never ceased to welcome him; while Bessy remained at home, minding the babies and keeping down the bills. Few women, even without her beauty, would have consented to the situation; but she accepted it cheerfully, and regretted only the absences of her husband. She had her reward. Lord John Russell writes in his introduction, concerning Moore"s regard for his wife:--
"From 1811, the year of his marriage, to 1852, that of his death, this excellent and beautiful person received from him the homage of a lover enhanced by all the grat.i.tude, all the confidence, which the daily and hourly happiness he enjoyed were sure to inspire.
Thus, whatever amus.e.m.e.nt he might find in society, whatever literary resources he might seek elsewhere, he always returned to his home with a fresh feeling of delight. The time he had been absent had been a time of exertion and exile; his return restored him to tranquillity and to peace. Keen as was his natural sense of enjoyment, he never balanced between pleasure and happiness. His letters and his journal bear abundant trace of these natural and deep-seated affections."
It is, indeed, true that few men of whom one reads appear to have got more pleasure out of their home than Moore, and the first home where he really settled down to quiet domesticity was at Mayfield Cottage, "near the pretty town of Ashbourne," "a little nutsh.e.l.l of a thing, yet with a room to spare for a friend." The early letters abound in descriptive touches, one of which shows Bessy busy superintending workmen, while the head of the family and his little Barbara rolled in the hay outside. The neighbourhood, too, was full of welcome and small gaieties. Bessy appeared at a local ball and excited a great sensation by her beauty.
"She wore a turban that night to please me, and she looks better in it than anything else; for it strikes almost everybody that sees her, how like the form and expression of her face are to Catalani"s, and a turban is the thing for that sort of character."
It is as well to remember that this prudent little dame was then aged eighteen--in spite of her two babies; and Moore, though getting up in years by comparison, was youthful enough in spirits.
"You would have laughed to see Bessy and me going to dinner," he writes to his mother. "We found in the middle of our walk, that we were near half an hour too early, so we set to practising country dances in the middle of a retired green lane, till the time was expired."
[1] From this, however, deduction was made for part of the payments to Sir John Stevenson, and afterwards to Henry Bishop. Moore"s method (if it could be called a method) was to draw on Power for what he wanted; and these deductions amounted to much more than he supposed. The natural result was a quarrel when in the long run accounts were made up.
CHAPTER III
_LALLA ROOKH_
There was scarcely a period in Moore"s life when prospects looked brighter for him than just after his settlement at Mayfield Cottage. He had clearly decided on living in seclusion till he should have finished the important work on which he had been engaged already, off and on, during a full year. In the summer of 1812, enough of _Lalla Rookh_ existed to be shown to Rogers, when he and Moore took a tour together through the Peak country; and Rogers"s criticism left the poet rather out of conceit with his work. Next year found him again dispirited, for the _Giaour_ had appeared, and Moore writes:--
"Never was anything more unlucky for me than Byron"s invasion of this region, which, when I entered it, was yet untrodden, and whose chief charm consisted in the gloss and novelty of its features; but it will now be overrun with clumsy adventurers, and, when I make my appearance, instead of being a leader, as I looked to be, I must dwindle into a humble follower--a Byronian. This is disheartening, and I sometimes doubt whether I shall publish it at all; though at the same time, if I may trust my own judgment, I never wrote so well before."
Things went from bad to worse. On August 28, 1813, Byron wrote to him, "Stick to the East;--the oracle, Stael, told me it was the only poetical policy." But the letter went on to announce Byron"s project of a story grafted on to the amours of a Peri and a mortal. Now, Moore had already in his long-delayed work made the daughter of a Peri the heroine of one of his tales, and spent much pains in "detailing the love adventures of her aerial parent in an episode." He wrote at once, asking only for fair warning, and Byron immediately disclaimed all commerce with Peris; but, having done so, set to work upon the _Bride of Abydos_.
It is easy to judge of Moore"s feelings when he read the new poem and found that Byron had again, by pure accident, antic.i.p.ated his friend.
One of the stories intended for insertion in _Lalla Rookh_ had been carried some way, but it contained, says Moore, such singular coincidences with the _Bride_, "not only in locality and costume, but in plot and characters," that there was nothing for it but to give up.
The whole thing was pure and simple bad luck, and Byron"s very sincere correspondence is mainly directed to chiding his friend for the "strange diffidence of your own powers which I cannot account for." But the blow was heavy.
There is no doubt as to Moore"s priority of idea. On September 11th, 1811, we find him writing to Miss G.o.dfrey, after the failure of his operetta, _M.P._: "I shall now take to my poem and do something, I hope, that will place me above the vulgar herd both of worldlings and critics; but you shall hear from me again when I get among the maids of Cashmere, the sparkling springs of Rochabad, and the fragrant banquets of the Peris." And Rogers, in the same month, refers to the projected epic: "Are you now in a pavilion on the banks of the Tigris?" But Moore, for all his apparent facility, was a slow and fastidious writer, and it seems that, even in 1813, not a great deal was accomplished.
He was, however, resolute that nothing should divert him from his task, and the proposal made by Murray through Byron, to establish him as "editor of a review like the _Edinburgh_ and the _Quarterly_," was set aside; as was also the suggestion from Power for an opera, which would bring in money both from theatre and bookshops. His determination was the more remarkable, because already his account with Power was forestalled. So long as he could earn money, Moore refused persistently to be indebted to any man (except Rogers, and that only in two instances) for a loan; but with equal regularity he antic.i.p.ated by long periods all his earnings from publishers. His house-moving had involved him in unlooked-for expenses, and, to meet these, he had exhausted the supply from a first success in one of the two branches of literature which he was to make peculiarly his own.
In March 1813 was published for Carpenter (through an understrapper in the Row) _Intercepted Letters; or the Twopenny Postbag_. The preface explained that the letters in question came from a bag dropped by a Twopenny Postman, which had been picked up by an agent of the Society for the Suppression of Vice, but abandoned, when it became clear that the discoveries of profligacy which it indicated lay too high up to be handled. The letters--eight in all--were attributed to correspondents whose names were transparently disguised by initials, and who for the most part belonged to the Prince Regent"s circle. A supplementary group of epigrams and occasional verses, reprinted from the _Morning Chronicle_, eked out the thin volume. Thin as it was, it sold for a high price, and it sold prodigiously; a year later Moore wrote a preface for the fourteenth edition, which Carpenter now openly adopted. Moore, however, did not write in his own name. The nominal author of the preface, as of the book, was "Thomas Brown the younger." But the authorship was never for a moment in doubt, as many of the squibs reprinted had been correctly a.s.signed on their first appearance in the _Chronicle_; and Moore showed his cert.i.tude that the disguise would be only formal by inserting, in the dedication to Woolriche, an a.s.surance that "doggerel is not my _only_ occupation." The preface to the later edition contains some biographical matter of interest. It begins by denying the rumour of collaboration or joint-authorship; and then pa.s.ses to what was a virtual avowal of ident.i.ty.
"To the charge of being an Irishman, poor Mr. Brown pleads guilty; and I believe it must also be acknowledged that he comes of a Roman Catholic family.... But from all this it does not necessarily follow that Mr. Brown is a Papist; and indeed I have the strongest reasons for suspecting that they who say so are somewhat mistaken.... All I profess to know of his orthodoxy is that he has a Protestant wife and two or three little Protestant children, and that he has been seen at church every Sunday, for a whole year together, listening to the sermons of his truly reverend and amiable friend, Dr. ----"[1]
Moore by no means conceived of tolerance only as a virtue to be practised by Protestants for the benefit of Catholics. Long before his marriage--indeed, when his Bessy was in very short frocks--he had written, as an exhortation to Protestants:--
"From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly To find somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?"
And later, from the Catholic side of the question, he practised his own doctrine conscientiously, when it came to falling in love, for Bessy Moore was a Protestant. In spite of the phrase "it does not necessarily follow that Mr. Brown is a Papist," there is no reason to suppose that Moore ever meditated a change of religion. Later in life, his sister Katherine did so, and he advised her to follow his example and remain quietly a Catholic. But he said openly to her, and records it in his diary: "My having married a Protestant wife gave me an opportunity of choosing a religion at least for my children, and if my marriage had no other advantage, I should think _this_ quite sufficient to be grateful for."
But while in these respects he showed himself a Catholic of the least rigid order, he was, naturally, all the keener in his hostility to Protestant bigotry. And, having discarded the sonorous denunciation of Corruption and Intolerance in heavy Popian couplets, he now, as Mr.
Thomas Brown the younger, attacked Addington, Eldon, Castlereagh and the rest, in a spirited light gallop of verse. The occasion of the opening epistle was afforded by a present of ponies which Lady Barbara Ashley had given to the Princess Charlotte of Wales. Lady Barbara being a Catholic, keen noses smelt Popery in the gift; and the letter attributed to "the Pr----ss Ch----e of W---s," recounts a supposed Cabinet Council, at which the crisis is discussed. A few lines may serve as an example of this clever _jeu d"esprit_.
""If the Pr-nc-ss _will_ keep them," says Lord C-stl-r--gh, "To make them quite harmless, the only true way Is (as certain Chief Justices do with their wives) To flog them within half an inch of their lives; If they"ve any bad Irish Mood lurking about, This (he knew by experience) would soon draw it out."
Or--if this be thought cruel--his Lordship proposes "The new _Veto_ snaffle to hind down their noses-- A pretty contrivance, made out of old chains, Which appears to indulge, while it doubly restrains; Which, however high-mettled, their gamesomeness checks,"
Adds his Lordship, humanely, "or else breaks their necks!""
The bulk of the satire was, however, social rather than political, and largely aimed at the Prince Regent--from whom Moore and all his friends were now completely estranged. In the second Letter, some capital lines describe--
"That awful hour or two Of grave tonsorial preparation, Which, to a fond, admiring nation, Sends forth, announced by trump and drum, The best-wigg"d P----e in Christendom!"
Even better work was to be found in the reprints than in the Letters.
The "Anacreontic to a Pluma.s.sier" is a very delicate piece of verse, fluffy and feathery. Almost as good was the version, or perversion, of Horace II. 11, "freely translated by the Pr--ce R-g--t":--
"Brisk let us revel, while revel we may; For the gay bloom of fifty soon pa.s.ses away, And then people get fat And infirm and all that, And a wig (I confess it) so clumsily sits That it frightens the little loves out of their wits."
Taking them as a whole, it would be hard to find better examples of light-hearted satire. Moore had little of the _soeva indignatio_; his touch was on the ridiculous rather than the disgusting; and even the Prince of Wales could take fun out of the chaff directed against his fat pretensions to comeliness. Probably no one was much the worse, or the better, for Moore"s satire, and it abounds so in topical allusion, of the most ephemeral kind, that to-day the interest has evaporated. But the reader can easily understand its immediate popularity, and it is distressing to think that Carpenter should have reaped the lion"s share of the profit. From this onward Moore very wisely sought another publisher.
His residence at Ashbourne lasted till March 1817, and the years spent there were the most fertile of his existence. The period was terminated by a move to the neighbourhood of London to supervise the publication of _Lalla Rookh_, and virtually the whole of this poem may be said to have been composed in Mayfield Cottage. In the same period, Moore produced the sixth number of the _Irish Melodies_ and the first number of his _Sacred Songs_, which rank next in importance to the _Melodies_ among his poetical works. If he had never written a line after 1817, his reputation as a poet would stand no less high than it does at present.
The volume of the _Melodies_ which Power issued in 1815 contains several poems which throw an interesting light on the poet"s state of feeling towards politics, and especially towards his own country. One of the most successful songs in the number (as indeed it deserved to be) was the lyric in which the reproach of Catholic Ireland to the Prince who had gone back on his early protestations is put as the complaint of a forsaken woman:--
"When first I met thee, warm and young, There shone such truth about thee, And on thy lip such promise hung, I did not dare to doubt thee.
I saw thee change, yet still relied, Still clung with hope the fonder, And thought, though false to all beside, From me thou couldst not wander.