Art. I.—Dr. Carl Ullmann.[43]
Dr. Carl Ullmann is perhaps best known
in this country and in America as the
author of the two apologetic treatises, 'The
Sinlessness of Jesus' and 'The Essence of
Christianity;' but his name will probably
live in the history of theology mainly as the
founder, and for many years conductor of
the Theologische Studien und Kritiken, that
oldest and ablest of all the German theological
journals. Though not what his fellow-countrymen
term an epoch-making man,
either in the scientific or practical sphere, he
was unquestionably a representative man—representative
of the best elements both of
German thought and German character.
Both the strength and weakness of German
theologians were illustrated in his experience;
the former in his successes, the latter
in his failures. There are few, if any, German
theologians whose works contain so
much that applies directly to the theological
needs and efforts of the present moment.
Dr. Carl Ullmann was born on the 15th
of March, 1796, at Epfenbach, a village
about half-way between Heidelberg and
Mosbach, six miles from the river Neckar,
where his father was pastor of the Reformed
Church. Several of his forefathers on his
mother's side had been pastors at Epfenbach;
and his father, who was a native of
Heidelberg, took possession of the living,
and married the daughter of its previous incumbent
at the same time. His father was
a harmless, kind-hearted, cheerful, and pious
man; his mother had a lively, imaginative,
poetical temperament; the son inherited the
qualities of both. The only other child, a
daughter, died when very young.
Carl was of a delicate physical constitution,
but eager to learn. Till he reached his
ninth year, he went to the village school, the
instruction at which was supplemented by
his father. Among the first things he read
were the poems of Claudius and Hebel;
and he learnt by rote so easily, and took
such a pleasure in declaiming poetry, that
his parents used to say—'We must make a
Professor of him.' Happy as he was at
home, he began early to feel the lack of
other companionship than that supplied by
the peasant children with whom he associated,
and a desire stirred in him to go out into
the world. In the fragment of an autobiography
which was found among his papers, he
says:—'I remember the very spot—it was
in one of the beautiful forests near my birth-place—where
I first became conscious of a
yearning to leave home. It was as strong
as the yearning which one generally feels to
return home when one is away. I was then
seven years old.' In his ninth year he was
accordingly sent to Mosbach, where he
lodged with a clerical brother of his mother's,
and attended the Latin school. After a year
he entered the Gymnasium at Heidelberg,
with the distinct idea of becoming a pastor,
and perhaps eventually of succeeding his
father. The school does not seem to have
been all that it ought to have been; but the
social influences by which he was surrounded
were of an exceptionally stimulating and
elevating kind. He rose from class to
class in the Gymnasium with such rapidity,
that he was prepared to pass the so-called
Abiturienten-Examen[44] before reaching
his seventeenth year—an unusually early
age.
About this time his thoughts were almost
completely turned aside from the profession
he had intended to pursue, by the influence
of friends of the family with which he lived.
These were the brothers Boisseree, who were
enthusiastic lovers of art, and had a fine collection
of works of the old German masters.
Young Ullmann was often invited by them
to study their treasures, and became eventually
so infected with their enthusiasm; or
rather, perhaps, one ought to say, his own
slumbering love of, and susceptibility to, the
beautiful in nature and art, was so awakened,
that he proposed to his parents to allow
him to become a landscape painter. Two
young men who were then his friends, and
in whose company he used to traverse the
charming scenes which abound in the neighbourhood
of Heidelberg, afterwards became
eminent artists, and he himself produced
sketches and drawings full of the brightest
promise. His parents, however, were shocked
at the idea of their son taking up a profession
that brought more honour than
bread, especially as they were not in circumstances
to sustain him until he should have
attained a name and position; they urged
on him, therefore, that he might secure
leisure enough for the pursuit of art as a
country pastor, and promised to let him
study in Munich after completing his course
at the University. The prospect thus opened
up calmed him, and by the time his
theological studies were completed, other
thoughts filled his mind. To the end of his
life, however, Ullmann remained a lover of
art, and the æsthetic turn of his mind manifested
itself in occasional poetic effusions, in
that grace of style for which he was reputed
beyond most of his contemporaries, and in a
general refinement of culture. It is scarcely
likely, however, that he would have attained
the eminence as an artist that he gained as
a theologian; and certainly the pursuit of
art would not have admitted of his exerting
the direct practical influence which he eventually
wielded, and which was to him a source
of such deep satisfaction.
He matriculated at Heidelberg in the autumn
of 1812. The University had just lost
one or two of its brightest ornaments—the
youthful Neander, for example,—but still,
notwithstanding its losses, next to the young
and rising Berlin, it had the ablest professors,
and was inspired by the highest aims.
The most eminent member of the theological
faculty was Daub; the most notorious
was Paulus. The former was a man of
remarkable force, energy, simplicity and
earnestness, and so devoted to his academic
vocation that he once wrote to his then
young friend Rozenkranz, now Professor of
Philosophy in Königsberg, and one of the
few remaining Hegelians of the right wing,
'Holidays, do you say? Does the old man
still take no holidays? No, my dear friend,
not yet, nor do I want any; my heart's desire
is, if possible, to die in my chair,
docendo.' His desire was almost literally
fulfilled; for the stroke which terminated
his life, smote him whilst lecturing on anthropology,
November 19th, 1836. He has
been termed, rather wittily, but spitefully,
the Talleyrand of German Philosophy and
Theology, because 'he passed from the
Kantian Revolution, through Schelling's Imperialism,
to Hegel's Reactionaryism.' Deducting
the spite, there is truth in the description,
for he began his career as a
thorough Kantian, then became a warm disciple
of Schelling, and finished up as a
Hegelian of the right wing. The changes
he underwent were both sign and evidence
of the honesty and thoroughness with which
he devoted himself to the investigation of
truth; there was not a trace in him of the
frivolity of the French diplomatist. His
best-known work is 'Judas Iscariot; or, Meditations
on the Good in its relation to
Evil.' Daub was still in his Schelling stage
when Ullmann began to study. Paulus was,
on the other hand, the most noted representative
of the Rationalismus vulgaris, as it
has been termed, in the department of
exegesis. He was a man of wide reading,
great learning, and acuteness, but possessed
by so intense an aversion to everything that
did not square with his narrow common
sense, that he was incapable of understanding
Christianity, and therefore made it his
business to explain away everything that
bore a supernatural or mystical character.
Perhaps this was due in part to the fact that
his father, who had been removed from his
pastorate, ob absurdas phantasmagorica visiones
divinas, forced him, whilst still a boy,
to take part in the conferences with spirits and
demons which he was in the habit of holding
in conjunction with others like-minded. Professor
Tholuck, of Halle, rarely lets pass an
opportunity, in his exegetical lectures, of
whetting his humour on some absurdity or
other of Paulus. A greater contrast than
that between him and Daub could scarcely
have existed; and scientifically they may
be said to have lived like cat and dog.
Beside these two, another eminent name
then graced the rolls of the University—Creuzer,
author of the 'Symbolik und Mythologie
der alten Völker, insbesondere der
Griechen,' a work which was long the chief
authority on its subject, and which even now
well deserves consulting.
Ullmann's mind seems at this stage to
have been in the unreflective state, in which,
perhaps, a majority of German theological
students are at the outset; naturally so, too,
for his vocation was rather the choice of his
parents than his own. He says about himself:—
'As I was still young, and my father wished
me to have plenty of time for study, I did not
at once devote myself exclusively to strictly
professional studies, but attended the philosophical
and philological lectures of Daub and
Creuzer, and those on the "Encyclopædia of
Theology" and "Church History," by Paulus.
During the year that I thus spent at Heidelberg,
I cannot say that I either felt any specific interest
in science, or evinced any independence of mind.
I was an industrious and respectful hearer, but
little more. With the idea of setting me on
my own feet, and plunging me more into theology,
my father wished me to go to another
University.'
Advised by Daub, Ullmann accordingly resolved
to go to Tübingen.
This custom of students pursuing their
studies at more than one University is almost
universal in Germany; and where the
system of instruction is one by lectures, has,
unquestionably, many advantages. Some of
the direct personal influence and stimulus
that a man of eminent vigour may exercise,
is perhaps lost; but, on the other hand, the
danger of a young man being too much influenced
is avoided, and a greater manifoldness
of development is favoured. This is
one reason why thought in Germany is less
stereotyped than among ourselves. Some,
however, may, perhaps, deem this no advantage.
Tübingen was at that time considered the
safest and soundest of all the German universities.
It was the seat of the so-called
Supranaturalistic school, and had been the
refuge and stronghold of orthodoxy during
the prevalency of Rationalism. Students of
theology streamed thither from all parts of
Germany. The principal theological professors
were Scheurer, Flatt the younger, Bengel,
and Bahnmeier, whose teachings tended
to confirm young Ullmann on the positive
Christian belief which had been inculcated
on him at home and at school. Still he
cannot be said to have been satisfied. The
Tübingen theology, based as it was on philosophical
presuppositions that had been to
a large extent outgrown, was now becoming
antiquated, and his mind was unconsciously
reaching out towards the new mode of representing
Christian truth, of which Schleiermacher
was the harbinger, and which he
himself eventually did so much to propagate.
Some of his best and highest instincts
and capabilities found nourishment and stimulus,
however, in the circle of University
friends to which he belonged. Among
these were Gustav Schwab, the biographer
of Schiller, and himself a poet, and above
all, Uhland, who had then just published
his first poems. The friendship formed
with Schwab continued unbroken to the
end of life. Such circles, originating in like
literary interests and tastes, were then common
in Germany. The atmosphere, especially
of the universities, was full of what
strikes our colder English mind as sentimental
enthusiasm, but which then appeared to
be glowing love for the highest ideals in
State and Church, in science and philosophy,
in prose and poetry. It were possibly
better for our national and social life if
there were a little more capability of enthusiasm
for the ideal in the young men of our
universities and colleges. We are too hard,
muscular, and materialistic. Ullmann retained
his susceptibility for the beautiful in literature
to the end of life; and occasionally,
too, expressed his thoughts and feelings in
rhymes, of which, even poets by profession
would not have needed to be greatly ashamed.
He returned home in the autumn of
1816, and shortly afterwards passed his theological
examination at Carlsruhe. The certificate
he received was so good that he was
at once offered a teachership at the Lyceum
in Carlsruhe, but declined it on the ground of
health, and resolved, according to the general
custom in Baden, to become a 'vikar,'
or, as we say in England, a 'curate,' or assistant.
He was ordained on the 12th of
January, 1817, in the church at Epfenbach,
and immediately thereupon entered on a
vikariat at Kirchheim, where a friend of
his father's was the incumbent. There he
remained a year, but his wish to become a
country pastor was not to be realized. The
manner in which he had passed his examination
had excited the attention of the ecclesiastical
and university authorities, and as
there was at that time a strong wish to see
Baden young men selecting the academical
career, that is, settling as teachers at the
university with a view to becoming professors,
the Government called upon him to
take this course, and offered to supply him
with the means necessary to further study.
Ullmann's own inclinations responded to this
invitation; but he hesitated at first because
he had a wholesome horror of adding another
to the already too long list of second-rate
professors. His parents were naturally
gratified; but with noble tact and generous
self-sacrifice, at once said that they themselves
would provide their son with the requisite
means, in order that he might remain
free to take whatever course seemed
most suitable to himself.
In the autumn of 1817, he accordingly
recommenced his university studies. At
first he hesitated whether he should go to
Göttingen or remain at Heidelberg; he
wisely decided on the latter. For though
the former had not a few eminent men, it
was bound too much by the traditions of
the eighteenth century, whereas Heidelberg
was one of the fountains of the new theological
and philosophical life that had begun
to permeate Germany.
Philosophy was the subject to which he
first devoted himself; in particular, the philosophy
of Hegel, who had then just been
appointed professor at Heidelberg. He
never properly relished Hegel; indeed, to
judge from one of his letters to his friend
Schwab, he seems to have been made not a
little melancholy by it. Satisfaction it could
not well afford him, for his was not a mind
to put up with dry bones and logical subtilties;
but it proved to be an excellent intellectual
gymnastic, and compelled him to an
examination of his own theological and philosophical
position that was greatly needed,
and which would otherwise have been
scarcely possible. The à priori constructive
method of the Hegelian philosophy did not
accord with the native bent of his mind.
He shows, too, that he began to be aware of
the line he himself would have to take in
the following words addressed to one of his
examiners who had urged him to turn his
special attention to systematic theology:—
'I am not one of those who are able to construct
an historical fact like the Christian religion,
by starting from a philosophical centre.
My way into science is that of historical inquiry;
it passes from the particular to the
general, not from the general to the particular;
or, applied to theology, from exegesis and
history to systematic theology and Christian
ethics.'
He accordingly first took up philological,
exegetical, and patristic studies; he did
so from a just though instinctive conviction
that satisfactory solutions of the great
problems of theology and philosophy are
only possible on the basis of sound and thorough
historical studies. That it cost him
no little self-restraint to carry out this method,
is evident from the letters he wrote
about this time. In one addressed to
Schwab occur the words—
'It is my misfortune that at present I have
little time to give to the highest questions. I
have so many of the merely outward parts of
science which are absolutely necessary to fetch
up, that I often groan as under a heavy burden.
Still, even in the desert of grammatical
and critical study, I meet with many a refreshing
oasis.'
He began also to feel a deeper sympathy
with the practical aspects of the vocation on
which he was entering. In the same letter
from which we have just quoted, he says—
'I am sometimes disposed to envy the men—and
there are many of them—who live on an
untroubled life, doing the right without difficulty.
My life appears, by comparison, one
continuous self-torture. But should I not be
acting unworthily? Must I not rather confess
to myself that I have as yet no solid ground
on which I can take my stand? Yes; and
therefore, I am resolved to forego all the enjoyments
and pleasures of life rather than not
attain to certainty—rather than not be able to
say, "I know in whom I have believed."'
He concluded his studies at Heidelberg
by taking the degree of Doctor of Philosophy,
and in the spring of 1819 entered on
a scientific tour intended to embrace Jena,
Göttingen, Dresden, Leipzig, Berlin, and
other centres of German culture. His stay
in Berlin was both the longest and the most
important. He there made the personal
acquaintance of De Wette, Neander, and
Schleiermacher, and his intercourse with the
last two in particular had a determining influence
on the whole of his future course.
That for which his own studies had been
preparing the way was now accomplished,
namely, his emancipation from the old supranaturalistic
forms of theological thought
which had hitherto hampered him. He did
not, however, quit his hold of the substance
of the Christian faith; on the contrary, it
became more completely a living possession.
In the sketch he wrote of the life of his
friend Umbreit, he describes his Berlin experiences
as follows:—
'In intercourse with De Wette, Neander,
and Schleiermacher, I absorbed into myself
the elements of the new theology. In opposition
to both Rationalism and Supranaturalism,
Christianity presented itself to me then as a
new vital creation and divine revelation, in the
full sense of the term, but, at the same time,
as something undergoing an organic development
in the history of mankind. I saw accordingly
that it was the function of the theologian
to seek to effect a reconciliation between
the Christian faith and the healthy elements in
the culture of the age, that is, to exhibit it in
its reasonableness, instead of in the form of
authority.'
De Wette's influence was more an exegegetical
than a critical one, and Ullmann never
showed much taste for the business of the
critic. Schleiermacher taught him the distinction
between faith and theology and the
central significance of the person of the Redeemer,
without, however, seriously infecting
him with his own exaggeratedly subjective
and speculative tendencies. Through
Neander, his mind was open to the appreciation
of Christianity as a phenomenon and
power in the history of humanity. He
was most drawn towards the last-mentioned,
and always spoke of him with deep and loving
reverence. There was not a little affinity
between the two—an affinity which manifested
itself even more distinctly in later
years; and if their course of development
had been more similar, the resemblance between
them would have been something very
unusual. This will appear as we advance in
our task.
During this tour, Ullmann visited Hamburg,
and there formed an acquaintance
which was destined to become very intimate,
and to have not a little influence on his career
as a theologian—it was that of the celebrated
publisher, Friedrich Perthes. The
circumstances under which the introduction
took place were embarrassing enough. Ullmann
had ran short of money, and not
knowing what else to do, went to Perthes,
who at once, on the credit of his honest
face, as he said, lent him a sufficient sum of
money to enable him to carry out his immediate
plans. Perthes subsequently became
Ullmann's publisher.[45]
In the autumn of 1819, Ullmann commenced
lecturing at Heidelberg, taking for
subjects Exegesis and Church History. With
unusual consideration, the Government gave
him, even as Privat-Docent, a small salary,
and promised him early promotion to an
Extraordinary Professorship, a promise
which was fulfilled in 1821. The first published
fruits of his studies were a critical
treatise on the Second Epistle of Peter, in
which he defended the first two chapters
as a genuine fragment of the Apostle, but
admitted the remainder to be the work of
another hand; and an examination of the
'Third Epistle of Paul to the Corinthians,'
which had just been translated from the
Armenian by Rind, and which he demonstrated
to be a forgery. These were the
first and last properly critical essays he ever
wrote. His next publications, which were
'An Archæological Essay on the Christian
Festivals,' originally appended to the second
edition of Creuzer's 'Symbolik,' and another
on the sect of the Hypsistarians, written in
Latin, as the programme when he entered
on his professorship, inaugurated the labours
in the field of Church history where lay his
true vocation, and in which he achieved his
best successes.
The year 1820 brought two events on
which he never ceased to look back with
the intensest thankfulness—his betrothal
with Hulda Moreau, who eventually became
his wife, and his friendship with Umbreit,
who had become his colleague as Professor
of Oriental Languages. The strain in which
he refers to the former, when writing to his
friend Schwab, was all that the most ardent
lover could demand. It will suffice to quote
one sentence:—'Never had I either in hopes
or dreams represented to myself the happiness
of love so beautifully and truly as I
have found it to be in reality.' Of Umbreit
he spoke in the following terms:—'He is
just the friend for whom I have longed; one
who takes me and understands me just as I
am and live; who loves me faithfully with
all his heart, despite my defects, and who
has insight into and sympathy with the needs
of my soul.' 'Soon,' says he, in his own
sketch of Umbreit's life, 'our hearts opened
to each other, and ere long our relation to
each other was such that it became a necessity
to meet daily and exchange thoughts
and experiences. We were one as to the
basis and goal of life; and yet the individuality
and development of each were
so different that we supplemented each
other, and were thus for each other a perpetual
stimulus.' It was due to Ullmann's
influence that Umbreit became positively
Christian, both in his theology and life.
These were the bright aspects of the life
of the young professor. It had, however,
its shadows. The University numbered
at this time only fifty-five students of theology,
and they were mainly divided between
Daub and Paulus; besides, the ground was
so pre-occupied by Rationalism on the one
side, and Speculation on the other, that
there was no room for a theology that aimed
to be at once evangelical and historical. In
1823, Ullmann wrote to Schwab:—'In a
scientific respect, our position here is bad.
The constellation of theological studies is of
such a kind that several, I might say most
of the professors, are really useless. To
this number I have the honour to belong,
along with men like Abegg and Umbreit.
I deliver my regular lectures, but I have
very few hearers and little hope of an improvement.'
In addition to this, his salary
was so small that it did not suffice for his
own wants, much less could he marry on it.
He became at last so weary of this state
of things that he begged the Government to
give him a living in the country. Instead
of acceding to his wish, however, they increased
his salary, and thus enabled him to
venture on marrying in 1824.
In the following year he published his
first large work—a monograph on Gregory
Nazianzen, which proved him to be a worthy
compeer of Neander, and brought him, in
1826, an invitation to the Theological Seminary
at Wittenberg. Had not the Government
again increased his salary, and made
him in addition Professor in Ordinary, he
would probably then have quitted Heidelberg,
much as he loved it, and thoroughly
loyal and grateful as were his feelings towards
his native land. He no longer, however,
felt so happy there as he had done in former
years. The party spirit under which he had
to suffer so severely at a later period, and
which has done so much to degrade both
theology and the Church in Baden, was just
beginning to make itself felt, both in the
University and in private circles.
The next great event in his life, and an
important event in the history of German
theology, the founding of the Theologische
Studien und Kritiken, shall be narrated in
his own words:—
'About this time the thought occurred to
us' (referring to Umbreit and himself) 'of
establishing a new theological journal, of which
we proposed to ourselves to be joint editors.
Our idea was, not to increase the already too
numerous depositories of mere dry erudition,
but to create an organ for the new theology
which was either already in existence or in
process of growth. After talking the matter
over carefully between ourselves, we communicated
our idea to our friends—Nitzsch,
Lücke, and Gieseler,[46] all of whom were then in
Bonn. As they at once promised their cooperation,
we arranged to meet, for the maturing
of our plans, at Rüdesheim, in the spring
of 1827. Singularly enough, too, the publisher
to whom we proposed applying, Friedrich
Perthes, had himself also, quite independently,
been entertaining a similar plan; and that not
merely as a business speculation, but also
for the sake of promoting the so-called new
theology.'
As his and their wishes thus happily met,
the scheme was speedily ripened, and the
first number made its appearance at Hamburg,
in 1828, bearing on its title-page the
names of Drs. Ullmann and Umbreit as
editors, and of Drs. Gieseler, Lücke, and
Nitzsch as collaborateurs.
During the first years of its existence, the
Studien und Kritiken had a severe struggle:
in a commercial point of view it certainly
did not pay; indeed, as such things
are now regarded in this country, it never
has paid well. The highest circulation it
ever attained—unprecedented before, and
since, in Germany—was between 900 and
1,000. This was prior to that year of political
and social disturbances—1848. What
the number of its subscribers at the present
moment may be, we do not know; we have
been told they do not reach 500. Among
its contributors it has had almost all the
greatest German theologians of the last
forty years; for example, Schleiermacher,
De Wette, Rothe, Julius Müller, Twesten,
Hundeshagen, Tholuck, Bleek, Neander,
Dorner, Schenkel, Schweitzer, and others
too numerous to be specified. At present,
it is edited by Drs. Hundeshagen and
Riehm. Whilst from the beginning the
original design of its founders—that it
should be the organ of the theology of which
Neander and Nitzsch may be said to have
been the best-known representatives—was
conscientiously adhered to, its pages were
constantly open to opinions diverging very
widely from those of the editors. In fact,
it was a kind of neutral ground on which
men of, one might almost say, opposite theological
opinions met for courteous tourney.
None were excluded from contributing
whose spirit was that of reverential inquiry.
It has accordingly been in the best sense a
power, not only in Germany but even
throughout Christendom. We cannot write
these words without blushing with shame
that we in Great Britain have never been
able adequately to sustain, for any length of
time, any purely theological journal at all,
much less one that dared to be something
more than the mere organ of a little party
or sect. It is a disgrace to us. In this
matter, we are far behind even America;
how much farther behind Germany! and
that, too, notwithstanding that a certain interest
in theological questions is much more
widely diffused among us than in the latter
country.
The article with which the Studien opened,
at once established the character both of
the journal and of its principal editor; it
was one on the 'Sinlessness of Jesus,'[47] which
subsequently appeared in a separate and considerably
enlarged form. During Ullmann's
lifetime it ran through seven editions, and
was translated into, at all events, one foreign
language. Few books have rendered better
service to young theologians, in their doubts
and struggles, than this.
In 1829, an invitation came to him from
Prussia to take the chair of Church History
at the University of Halle. Strongly as he
was attached to Heidelberg, and patriotically
desirous as he was of serving Baden,
still this time he felt that it was his duty to
go. Such, too, was the opinion of his
friends; even the Minister of Education in
Baden raised little objection, though he expressed
the hope that when the right
moment came, Heidelberg would be able to
reclaim its own. The change was a very
great one—greater than can well be appreciated
by any one who is not acquainted
with the difference, not only between Halle
and Heidelberg, but also between their
respective inhabitants. South Germans do
not always harmonize well with North Germans.
No contrast could be greater than
that between the two towns. The praises
of Heidelberg—of its river, castle, forests,
mountains, and valleys—everybody sings,
and sings with justice. Halle is known to
comparatively few, and is not likely to be
loved by ordinary tourists. And yet those
who have lived in Halle for any length of
time always think of it with affection. Its
streets are narrow and close; its pavements
used to be uncivilized in summer, and absolutely
barbarous in winter; its atmosphere
is tainted by one general smell of the peculiar
kind of turf that is burnt, and by numerous
particular odours; the older houses
and rooms are fusty, and abound in tenants
who do not pay, but exact rent from their
fellow-lodgers; it is awfully hot in summer
and cold in winter; the scenery around,
save in one direction, is very dismal—and
yet few who have studied there can help
saying, 'Dear old Halle!' The secret is the
kind, unpretending, truly scientific spirit
that prevails among the professors and their
families, rendering them very accessible to
all, and facilitating close intercourse. Ullmann
found in Halle all the diversities of
point of view that existed at Heidelberg,
and, indeed, at every University. Wegscheider
and Gesenius represented Rationalism,
but a better and larger spirit possessed
the faculties. More frequent opportunities
were, moreover, afforded him of
meeting the other eminent men of the age.
He visited Schleiermacher and Neander in
Berlin; Tieck in Dresden; Hase and Baumgarten-Crusius
in Jena; went a foot tour
with Lachmann, Hossbach, and Schleiermacher
in Thuringia; and held a conference
with the co-operators and contributors of
the Studien in Marburg. But the chief
source of satisfaction were the 800 theological
students who then frequented Halle;
for he now secured auditories double the
number of all the theological students of
Heidelberg taken together. Naturally, too,
his income was more adequate to the necessities
of a man of family and learning
than it had ever been before. All these
circumstances gave his letters to his friends
in South Germany a tone of unmistakeable
cheerfulness.
During the early Halle years, his time and
energies were so much absorbed in the preparation
of his lectures and the editing of
the Studien, which now devolved almost
entirely on himself, that extensive literary
undertakings were out of the question. He
lectured on Church History, History of Doctrine,
Symbolics, Introduction to the New
Testament, and at last also on Dogmatics.
This last subject was taken up by way of
counteracting the influence of Wegscheider.
In his inaugural discourse on 'The Position
of a Church Historian in the Present Day,'
afterwards printed in the Studien (1829),
Ullmann sounded the key-note of his entire
future teachings in words some of which
may be quoted here. The entire discourse
well deserves studying by ourselves at the
present time:—
'Sound reason and pure revelation of God
are not at the root diverse, and cannot be opposed
to each other, though they may present
religious truth in differing forms and compass.
A truly divine doctrine will never interfere
with the freedom of thought and of intellectual
development; on the contrary, it will confer
true, inward liberty. That which separates
the opposing parties in our midst is, on the one
hand, that the defenders of reason are not always
rational enough, not truly and impartially
rational; and on the other hand, that
the believers in revelation do not adhere with
sufficient simplicity to the word and spirit of
revelation.' 'Christianity is higher reason; it
is reason in the form of history, in the form of
a divine institution; and as such it connects itself
with the deepest needs of the human soul.'
'Christianity and reason must not and cannot
be separated from each other.'
The years 1831 and 1832 were years of
deep sorrow: in the former he lost his eldest
daughter; in the latter his beloved wife.
Severe as was the test to which his faith was
thus put, it stood it well. He was able to
say, 'The Lord gave; the Lord hath taken
away: blessed be the name of the Lord.'
But the blow affected him very severely. He
withdrew from the social intercourse in which
he had so greatly delighted; his health, too,
was so enfeebled that he was compelled to
go for a time to Baden on visits to friends.
The following extract from a letter to Umbreit,
after his return, shows how he thought
and felt:—
'I have found it very hard to settle down in
Halle after so long an enjoyment of the beauties
of my old home. Like an unwilling child, I have
only given in by degrees. Nor did I really become
contented again till I set thoroughly to
work. And now that I am at work, I am again
looking forward to the holidays. One always
seems to remain a child, and life is an eternal
circle, and after all a labour and sorrow, occasionally
broken by brighter glimpses of heaven,
of the hearts of friends, of one's own soul, and
of nature. When one looks seriously at life, one
can scarcely help both smiling and weeping;
and it would be utterly unintelligible to me without
God and eternity. It is not good, however,
to think and grub too much about it; one must
undertake some work, even though it be not
much. Faith and work are the only sources
of lasting peace.'
In the autumn of 1834 he married again.
Until 1833, when his first contribution to
the 'History of the Reformers before the
Reformation'—'John Wessel and his Times'—appeared,
he printed nothing but a few
essays and reviews in the Studien. That
the time was not a very favourable one for
theological authorship would appear from
the circumstance that Perthes, the publisher
of 'Wessel,' large-minded and sympathetic
as he was, did not expect it to pay expenses.
It proved, however, a success, and with the
portions subsequently issued, is now esteemed
one of the best German monographs in
the domain of Church history.
Early in 1835, Ullmann wrote to a friend:
'In the world of literature we have at present
a complete ebb; nor does there seem
any prospect of our being stirred out of our
quiet jogtrot existence. What a blessing it
would be, if some great light were to arise
in theology—some second Luther, or Lessing,
or Goethe!' He little thought that
the stirring up that he desired would so soon
come; still less that it would come in the
way in which it did come. It was not a
new Luther, or Goethe, or Lessing that
arose, but Strauss, with his 'Life of Jesus.'
As is well known, this work, notwithstanding
its containing little that was really new,
produced an unexampled sensation in the
theological and ecclesiastical circles of Germany.
It called forth a perfect flood of replies;
and among them, Ullmann's, though
small in compass, occupied a very honourable
position. He put his finger on the
weak spot in Strauss's book, in the following
words of a letter written to Schwab, immediately
after he had taken a first glance
at it:—'All honour to criticism, but in
Strauss's case it becomes plainly unhistorical;
for on the view with which he starts,
the origin of Christianity and the rise of
men like the Apostle Paul are alike inexplicable.'
His reply consisted of two essays in
the Studien of 1836 and 1838, and afterwards
published separately, under the title,
'Historisch oder Mythisch.' Next to Neander's
'Life of Jesus,' Ullmann's treatise is
said to have had most influence on Strauss.
Shortly after his second marriage, Ullmann
wrote to a friend that he felt he was
becoming every year more and more attached
to Halle and North Germany; and yet,
when the call came to him, in 1836, to resume
his position at Heidelberg, he was unable
to resist it. He had previously declined
without hesitation to entertain a proposal
to remove to Kiel. Many considerations
weighed with him; certainly, however, not
an increase of income, for he positively lost
by the change. The thought of revived intimacy
with Umbreit; the being near to his
aged father; the beauty of Heidelberg;
perhaps, too, the sorrows associated with
Halle; but, above all, the prospect held out
that his return should be the first step in the
renewal of the theological faculty, were the
magnets drawing him homeward. Still he
found it difficult to decide. The Prussian
Government did all in their power to retain
him, but he thought duty pointed to a return;
and he accordingly left Halle in the
autumn of 1836. He could not always congratulate
himself on the step thus taken.
Indeed, a certain feeling of disappointment
almost immediately took possession of him.
He missed especially the large Halle auditories.
In Halle he had 100 students; in
Heidelberg he began with six, who evinced,
moreover, little interest. His hope of securing
Nitzsch as a colleague was frustrated;
the Government soon grew weary of special
efforts to further theological study; the old
ornaments of Heidelberg died rapidly out;
and the new generation had neither faith
nor refinement, so that when a professorship
was offered him in 1841 at the University of
Bonn he was strongly tempted to accept it,
although he had previously refused one at
Tübingen. Indeed, he probably would have
returned to Prussia but for the renewal of
the promises to do more for theology than
had been done heretofore, and an autograph
letter from the Grand Duke himself, begging
him in the most flattering terms to remain.
Having, soon after this time, purchased a
house and garden of his own, he settled
down inwardly and outwardly as a permanent
Heidelberg fixture.
Death again visited his household, taking
this time the only remaining daughter of his
first wife, and the only child of his second.
In other respects, however, he grew more
content as the years advanced; partly because
the circle of sympathizing friends gradually
increased, and partly because the
state of things at the University materially
improved. The advent of new colleagues like
Rothe, Hundeshagen, Schenkel, and Schöberlein,
was naturally a source of great satisfaction.
In 1842, he completed his principal work—'The
Reformers before the Reformation.'
It was his last great effort. An intention,
long entertained, of writing a life of Luther,
was never realized. He became too absorbed
in the various theoretical and practical
questions that successively agitated the political,
theological, and ecclesiastical worlds,
to find time or energy for extensive literary
undertakings; not that he ceased writing,
but that what he wrote bore predominant
reference to questions of immediate interest,
and appeared for the most part in the pages
of the Studien und Kritiken. Two of the
most notable of the essays written at this
period are those on the 'Cultus des Genius'
and 'Das Wesen des Christenthums.' The
former was directed against Strauss, who, in
his 'Vergängliches und Bleibendes im Christenthum,'
having reduced Jesus Christ to the
rank of a religious genius, maintained that
the cultus of genius is the only form of
public and common religion the educated of
the present generation can celebrate. The
immediate occasion of his 'Sendschreiben,'
as he termed it, was an oration delivered by
his friend Schwab in connection with the
inauguration of a monument to Schiller, at
Marburg. It has always been esteemed one
of the freshest, completest, and most artistic
products of his pen. Of the geniality of
the tone in which he approached the subject,
the following passage will be sufficient
evidence:—
'Our age is an age of distracted spirits. Let
us look at the greatest among them, that ideal
of all who really are, or affect to be, at discord
with themselves and God, the Poet-Lord! A
spirit of defiance, of contempt for mankind, of
doubt; a cold breath of hopelessness and destructiveness
pervades his writings. Terror is
his domain; the destruction and misery of mankind
are his dwelling place; he knows little of
those fundamental elements of piety, hope, humility,
and self-sacrifice. And yet who dare
deny that he is engaged in a struggle, painful
and desperate it is true, after the highest; that
he is filled with irrepressible longings after the
noblest? Because human life seemed to him
so vain and empty, therefore did he despise it;
because he would fain have loved men so
much more truly than he could, therefore did
he hate them; and yet, when at certain moments
the primal consciousness of the heavenly
and divine welled up from the depths of his
soul, what energy and vitality did it evince,
and what a mighty influence did it wield!'
There is very much in this essay that deserves
carefully weighing by all who are mixed
up with the intellectual struggles of the
present time; and we have noted numerous
passages for quotation, but our space forbids.
The second one, on the 'Essence of Christianity,'
strikes us as a scarcely satisfactory
answer to the question discussed, though
one's estimate of it naturally depends on
one's own point of view. His course of
thought is as follows.
Christianity, although unchangeably one
and the same, has been viewed in different
ages in different ways; first as doctrine,
then as law, then as a plan of redemption.
If we wish to understand its inmost essence,
and to account for its workings in their entire
compass, we must regard it as a new
life, grounded on a complex of divine deeds
and manifesting itself in human works. This
life necessarily had a creative centre; this
centre must have been a living one; and as it
is life of the highest kind, the centre must
have been a person. The founder of Christianity
was the person in whom was effected
that which all religions have striven after,
the perfect union of God and man. Such
being his character, the relation in which he
stands to the religion founded by him, is
not the outward one which subsists where
the religion is advanced as a doctrine, or a
law, or an institution; no, he himself embodies
in himself the religion he founded, and
his religion is essentially faith and life in
him. The essence, the distinguishing character
of Christianity, must accordingly be defined
to be the person of its founder. Many
of the ideas unfolded in this essay have exercised
a very great influence on, and are
now the common property of Christendom.
Schleiermacher was the first in modern times
to assign to the person of Christ the central
position in Christianity; but Ullmann purified
Schleiermacher's teaching on this subject
from its speculative accessories, and made it
in the best sense popular. The wide-spread
tendency among the preachers and religious
thinkers of this country to bring the person
Christ to the foreground is, unquestionably,
largely traceable to this German source.
What we should blame in it is the vagueness
and sentimentalism by which it is often accompanied
or marked. The treatise pleased
neither the critical nor the ultra-orthodox.
An attack made on it by Count Agenor de
Gasparin, in the 'Archives du Christianisme'
(1851), called forth a reply from Ullmann
which, to our mind, is far more interesting
and valuable than the work it was meant
to defend. From that reply, which appeared
in the Studien of 1852, we cannot forbear
making the following quotation, partly
for what seems to us its intrinsic suggestiveness,
and partly because it is characteristic
of its author's position. 'The subject in
dispute between Count Gasparin and myself,'
says Ullmann,
'May be reduced to three points, the relation
first between the outer and inner rule; secondly,
between dogma and love; thirdly, between
the person and the work of the Saviour. As
to the first point, he appeals solely to the outer
rule. Now an outer rule is one that comes
to us from without, with the claim to be the
norm of our spiritual life. The completest
embodiment of the idea of the outer rule is
Catholicism. But the Count will say, "The
true outer rule is the Bible, not the Church."
But how does he decide which of these outer
rules is the true one? Each is a form of the
same thing; each claims to be the only true
form. In discriminating between them, appeal
must clearly be made to an inner rule of
some kind or other. Do I then mean to deny
that the Scriptures are an outer rule? Certainly
not! If I am asked, In what sense, then,
is the Bible an outer rule?—is it in a sense
that excludes all reference to an inner rule, to
something higher, deeper, broader than the
written word? I reply, No! In such a sense
the Bible does not itself claim to be an outer
rule. That in it which is outward issued forth
from what was originally inward, and has the
tendency, and is designed to become inward
again. In thus becoming inward, it is not intended
to operate as an outward rule, but to
bear witness to itself in our inner life, and secure
our free assent. Inward and outward
thus act and react on each other. If the Scripture
be a rule, it is fair to ask whence it came
to us? It did not fall from heaven; it was
not written immediately by the hand of God;
it did not exist prior to Christianity. Christianity,
on the contrary, existed first, and the
Scripture was the organ through which it presented
itself to, and propagated itself among
men. That which existed before Scripture
was the complex of saving facts, whose centre
is Christ and the Christian life. The function
of the Scripture, therefore, was to be the medium
of making known the person and work
of Christ, where the living message could not
reach. For this reason its position and worth
are not unconditional. Christ it is who conditions
Scripture and gives it its worth. It is
not the Scripture that gives authority to
Christ, but Christ to Scripture. The proper
object of faith is Christ, not the Scripture; the
latter is merely the guide and educator unto
Christ.'
The point of view indicated in the above
extract is one that needs taking to heart and
developing by the Christian thinkers of this
country; rightly carried out, it would aid
them materially in meeting the difficulties
raised by the critics or opponents of the
Bible. The exposition of the nature and
function of mysticism in this same reply is
admirable.
In two things, Ullmann had always differed
from the majority of German theologians,
and resembled the majority of English theologians.
He endeavoured to write so as to
be intelligible and acceptable to educated
laymen, and aimed at exerting direct practical
influence. Science, including theology,
is too frequently pursued and expounded in
Germany in the genuine dry-as-dust style;
and theological authors in particular have
been in the habit of completely ignoring the
fact that they lived to serve the Church,
and ought therefore to have an eye to its
practical needs in all their enquiries. Hence
the astonishing ignorance of theology that
prevails in all but distinctively professional
circles. A better feeling on this point has
been growing up during the last ten years;
but any change of practice has been rather
forced on the theologians than spontaneously
adopted—forced on them by the consideration
that the laity of their Church were
being utterly robbed of faith by the popular
anti-Christian expositions of philosophy, criticism,
and natural science that abounded.
We in this country have erred for the most
part in an opposite direction. Our eye to
popularity and practical effect has had a
squint in it. But though our theological
investigations have lacked depth, they have,
at all events, been far more widely appreciated.
And that our fault is the less serious
of the two is clear from the fact which is
possibly unknown to most—that sound German
theological works like those published
by the Messrs. Clark, of Edinburgh, have
had, with few exceptions, a larger circulation
in the English than in their original dress.
Still, it were well if both writers and readers
in this country were a little more eager to
sound the deeper depths of the science
even at the risk of creating and meeting
with difficulties.
The desire felt by Ullmann to exert a direct
influence in Church matters grew with
his years. He longed to see the ideas he had
expounded becoming realities, and thought
he could and ought personally to put hand
to the work. There was much, too, in the
circumstances of the ten years that preceded
1853 to draw his mind in the direction in
which it naturally tended. Germany was
everywhere in a state of ferment; especially
in the domain of ecclesiastical affairs, were
new and difficult problems constantly presenting
themselves. He was also repeatedly
called upon by the authorities of various
German States to supply them with Gutachten
on difficulties that had arisen; and the
opinions he gave carried great weight, because
of the sound judgment, thorough conscientiousness,
and reverential liberality
which characterised them.
One movement in particular greatly
strengthened the inclination to which we are
referring: we mean the secession from the
Roman Catholic Church of Germany that
took place under Ronge. He was not, however,
carried away by it, as were many of
his contemporaries, who hailed it as the harbinger
of a new era in the history of the
Christian Church. Its insignificance was clear
to him from the very first. In a letter to
his friend Schwab, he says sarcastically:—'The
reformers of the nineteenth century
have already passed through Heidelberg
and Mannheim, doing a notable amount of
eating and drinking and halloeing by the
way.' An essay on the subject, published
originally in the Studien for 1845, and afterwards
as a pamphlet, contains much that
bears forcibly on efforts that are now being
made among ourselves to form churches or
religious communities without either historical
or doctrinal basis.
In 1853, a post was offered to him, which
seemed to meet the wish he had cherished,
to be able to wield direct practical influence
in ecclesiastical affairs. He was called to be
Prälat of Baden. This office or dignity—to
which nothing exactly corresponds in our
own country—conferred on its holder a seat
in the Upper Chamber of Deputies, as the
representative of the Evangelical Church;
but, singularly enough, did not necessarily
make him a member of the Upper Ecclesiastical
Council, so that his direct influence
was more personal than official. Ullmann
hesitated at first to sacrifice the quiet and
independence of his University position, and
the opportunities of free action which he
largely enjoyed, possessing, as he did, the
confidence of the better clergy throughout
the country; but at length he yielded.
Considerations, such as loyalty to his prince,
disgust at the illiberal liberalism that was increasingly
gaining the upper hand at Heidelberg,
and perhaps, too, an unconscious stirring
of ambition, influenced his decision;
but the main reason, undoubtedly, was the
one to which reference has already been
made. Before making this change, he did
as he had done when he consented to remove
from Halle to Heidelberg, and his experience,
as a man of a less idealistic turn of mind
might have anticipated, was again the same.
He stipulated for many alterations, both in
the principles and methods of ecclesiastical
procedure. Could the programme which he
laid before the Grand Duke have been
thoroughly carried out, a great reform would
have been the consequence; but the programme
was a professor's programme, and
the professor was not the man to make it a
reality. He soon found that bureaucratic
redtapeism, vested interests, indifference, incapacity,
not to mention intrigue and open
opposition, were as common in the higher
ecclesiastical as in the political circles, and
as difficult to vanquish.
In 1857, he was appointed to the office of
Director of the Upper Ecclesiastical Council—a
position equivalent, in some respects, to
that of the Minister of Cultus in Prussia.
The increase of honour brought an increase
of care, but the increase of apparent
power did not bring a corresponding increase
of real power. He was associated
with men who, besides being narrow bureaucrats,
and having no sympathy with the
higher interests of the Church, looked on
Ullmann as a sort of interloper; the consequence
being perpetual struggles and annoyance,
without adequate compensation. Dislike
to him personally began also to spread
among the clergy, and the laity charged him
with being a High Church reactionary. His
difficulties culminated in the so-called Agenden-Streit,
and in the disputes relating to
the new constitution proposed for the
Church; the upshot of the whole, being
that, in 1860, he retired from office, broken
in health, and almost broken in spirit.
He was never able to resume independent
literary work, though he did again undertake
the direction of the Studien und Kritiken,
which for several years had mainly devolved
on his colleague Umbreit. After the
death of the latter, in 1860, he associated
Dr. Rothe with himself as joint editor; but,
owing to an ever-increasing divergence of
their views—both practical and theoretical—this
arrangement terminated in 1864, at
which date the journal passed into the hands
of its present editors.
The faith that Ullmann had expounded
and defended in life, sustained him in the
decline of health and in the hour of death.
In the autumn of 1863, both bodily and intellectual
vigour began seriously to fail; and
on the 12th of January, 1865, he died, surrounded
by his family, and repeating to
himself the closing words of that grand, but
almost too moving hymn—
'O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden.'
Art. II.—Aerial Voyages.
Travels in the Air. By James Glaisher,
F.R.S., Camille Flammarion, W. de
Fonvielle, and Gaston Tissandier.
Edited by James Glaisher, F.R.S. With
125 illustrations. London: Richard Bentley
and Son. 1871.
A few years ago a Frenchman, apostrophising
the Genius of Humanity as none but a
Frenchman can do, took the liberty of reproaching
that metaphorical being for its extreme
backwardness in one department of
duty. He called upon it to 'march,' an injunction
which his countrymen are so fond
of issuing that they sometimes forget to tell
you where, or to state the reason why. The
present age, he intimated, demanded this
movement: the coming generations would
be greatly disappointed if it were not accomplished.
'One effort,' said he encouragingly
to the Genius, 'and the future is thine
(l'avenir t'appartient)!' The crooked places,
he promised, should be made straight, and
the rough ones delightfully smooth. There
should be no more mountains (Pyrenees or
otherwise), and the valleys should become as
level as the plains!
And what does the reader suppose was
the duty in respect of which the genius in
question was so shamefully in arrear? It
was, says M. Farcot, in the matter of aerostation.
How is it, asked this individual, somewhat
sharply, that man, who is so anxious to
conquer everything and everybody (except,
we might add, himself), should not have
made greater exertions to subdue the sole element
which continues in a state of rebellion?
How is it that a being who has such magnificent
forces at command, and can traverse
the ocean with an ease and a rapidity which
the fleetest denizens of the deep cannot surpass,
should suffer himself to be outstripped
in the air by an insignificant fly? M. Farcot
could not comprehend it; M. Farcot
would not submit to it. He therefore offered
his services to mankind as the precursor
of a new era, in which the balloon was to become
the prominent figure, and entreated the
object of his invocation to wake up, and with
a single bound to overleap the gulf that lay
between it and its greatest triumphs.
We are not in a position to state whether
the genius in question listened favourably to
M. Farcot's fervid appeal; but it is certain
that his hopes have not yet been realized.
The balloon has always appeared to possess
such splendid capabilities that it is no wonder
its admirers never weary of predicting a
brilliant future for the machine. Considering
the prominent part which Frenchmen
have played in the history of aerostation, it
will be readily understood that the apparatus
commenced its career with a dash and élan
which led mankind to anticipate that it
would accomplish marvellous things, and become
one of the foremost agents in the great
work of civilization. Our lively neighbours,
ever on the alert for glory until their recent
misfortunes, and probably so still, were
charmed with the idea of conquering a new
region, though it contained nothing but
clouds, and were by no means insensible to
the vanity of riding in the air, though in
most cases they went up, like their famous
sovereign, simply to come down again.
Many years have elapsed—nearly a century—since
Pilâtre de Rozier and the Marquis
d'Arlandes made their daring voyage
into the atmosphere in the car of a fire-balloon,
this being the first excursion ever attempted
by living creatures, if we except
three anonymous animals, a sheep, a duck,
and a cock, which were sent up in the previous
month, and returned in safety to the
earth. But as yet, though the machine has
rendered considerable service to science, and
will doubtless assist in the solution of many
interesting problems, it is a thing of promise
rather than of performance. It is still in a
rudimentary state, and should be received,
says M. Glaisher, simply 'as the first principle
of some aerial instrument which remains
to be suggested.' Potentially, it may include
the germ of some great invention, just as
Hiero's eolipile and Lord Worcester's 'water-commanding'
engine contained a prophecy
of the most masterly of human machines—the
steam giants of Watt. But to apply the
well-known metaphor of Franklin, when
asked what was the use of a balloon, we may
say that the 'infant' has not grown up into
a man.
Within the last twelve months, however,
this largest of human toys—the plaything of
pleasure seekers, and the cynosure of all eyes
at fêtes and tea-gardens—has been converted
into a useful machine, though under the
pressure of circumstances which every philanthropist
must deeply deplore.
Of course, when the balloon was presented
to mankind, one of the first thoughts which
suggested itself to our combative race was
this—'Can we turn it to any account in war?
Will it assist us in killing our enemies, or
capturing their fortresses?' And when we
remember that the machine was reared
amongst the most military people in Europe,
can we doubt that as Napoleon's great question
respecting the Simplon road was, whether
it would carry cannon, so the chief
point with a Frenchman would be, whether
a balloon could be rendered of any service in
a battle? Not many years were suffered to
elapse before regular experiments were instituted
with this view. An aerostatic school
was established at Meudon, a company of
aeronauts, under the command of Colonel
Coutelle, was formed, and a number of balloons
constructed by Couté were distributed
amongst the divisions of the French army,
not even forgetting the troops despatched to
Egypt. At the sieges of Maubeuge, Charleroi,
Mannheim, and Ehrenbreitstein the invention
was found to be of some value for purposes of
reconnoitring; and previous to the battle of
Fleurus, Coutelle and an officer spent several
hours in the air, studying the positions of
the Austrians, and this with such effect that
their information materially assisted General
Jourdan in gaining the victory. The machine
was, of course, held captive during the
process, but its tether was easily extended by
means of a windlass, and thus the occupants
were enabled to soar above the enemy's fire.
More than once it has been proposed to
build huge balloons, and freight them with
shells and other missiles, which might be
conveniently dropped down upon a hostile
corps, or 'plumped' into the midst of a beleaguered
town. With a view to the demolition
of the fortress of St. Juan de Ulloa,
during the war between Mexico and the
United States, Mr. Wise suggested the construction
of an enormous air-ship, which was
to carry up a quantity of bombs and torpedoes,
and, whilst securely moored in the
atmosphere by means of a cable several miles
in length, it would be in a position to rain
down death upon the devoted place. To its
honour, however, the American Government
declined the use of such an aerial battery.
Fortunately—we think we may say fortunately—for
the interests of mankind, the
balloon has not succeeded to any considerable
extent as a military machine. Even the
Jesuit Lana felt inclined to weep over his
abortive project (he did pray over it) when
he considered how easy it would be for warlike
marauders to set the stoutest walls and
ramparts at defiance, and to hurl destruction
into any city they might select. Let us
hope that the balloon is destined for more
pacific purposes. The range of modern guns,
and the difficulty of manœuvring so rudderless
an apparatus, seem to cut it off from a
career of glory. If employed for purposes
of reconnoitring purely, and kept in a captive
condition, it may occasionally render service
by darting suddenly into the atmosphere,
and taking a glimpse of the enemy's position
or movements. But, then, a tethered
balloon, as M. de Fonvielle intimates, belongs
neither to the air nor the earth; it is a
creature compelled to serve two masters, and
therefore cannot do its duty to either; but,
whilst attempting to obey the commands of
its rulers below, it is forced to yield to the
caprice of the breezes above. If free, asks
M. Simonin, and if the wind were everything
the aerial heroes could wish; if, moreover,
the balloon, charged with the most formidable
fulminates, were carried direct to the
hostile camp, could they expect to find the
enemy massed for a review or a manœuvre
precisely at the spot over which they sailed,
and could they time their discharges so
beautifully, having due regard to the speed
of the machine, that their projectiles should
explode at the most fitting moment for
damaging their foes? Happily, in neither
of the two greatest struggles of recent times—how
recent none need say, for the scent
of blood is yet on the soil of Virginia, and
the bones of Teuton and Gaul still lie blended
on the fields of France—has the balloon
brought itself into formidable confederacy
with Krupp cannon or the murderous mittrailleuse.
War, however, the greatest of scourges, is
sometimes compelled, in the good providence
of God, to yield an incidental harvest
of blessings. Liberty has often been entrusted
to the keeping of the bayonet, and
civilization has more than once depended
upon the explosive virtues of charcoal and
saltpetre. It is not impossible that the recent
investment of Paris may ultimately
lead to the development of aerial navigation
on a scale which would gladden the heart of
M. Farcot, and almost satisfy the expectations
of some of the greatest enthusiasts in
the art. We allude, of course, to the employment
of the balloon for postal purposes.
During the recent siege of that city—we
mean, of course, by the Germans, and not
by Frenchmen themselves—upwards of
fifty of these aerial packets sailed from the
beleaguered metropolis with despatches for
the outer world. They conveyed about
two-and-a-half millions of letters, representing
a total weight of about ten tons. Most
of them took out a number of pigeons,
which were intended to act as postmen
from the provinces. One, called Le Général
Faidherbe, was furnished with four shepherds'
dogs, which it was hoped would break
through the Prussian lines, carrying with
them precious communications concealed
under their collars. The greater number of
these balloons were under the management
of seamen, sometimes solitary ones, whose
nautical training, it was naturally supposed,
would qualify them more especially for the
duties of aerial navigation. More than one
fell into the hands of the enemy, having
dropped down right amongst the Prussians.
In some of these cases the crews were generally
made prisoners, but in others they effected
their escape; and more than once
their despatches were preserved in a very remarkable
way—in one instance being secreted
in a dung cart, and in another being
rescued by a forester, and conveyed to Buffet,
the aeronaut of the Archimède, who had
been sent out in search of them, and had
traversed the hostile lines on his errand.
Many of these postal vessels were carried to
a considerable distance, some landing in
Belgium, Holland, or Bavaria; whilst one,
La Ville d'Orléans, was swept into Norway,
and came to anchor about 600 miles north
of Christiania. A few, unhappily, never
landed at all. Le Jacquard, which left the
Orleans railway station on the 28th November,
with a bold sailor for its sole occupant,
disappeared like many a gallant ship. It
was last observed above Rochelle, and probably
foundered at sea, as some of its papers
were picked up in the Channel. Le
Jules Favre (the second of that name),
which set out two days subsequently, has
arrived nowhere as yet; and one of the last
of these mail-balloons, the Richard Wallace,
is missing, as much as if it had sailed off the
planet into infinite space. So long as these
machines continued to be launched by day,
they were exposed to a fusillade whilst traversing
the girdle of the Prussian guns, the
bullets whistling round them even at an elevation
of 900 or 1,000 mètres. To avoid
this peril it became necessary to start them
by night, although the disadvantages of nocturnal
expeditions, in which no light could
be carried, and consequently the barometer
could not be duly read, were held by many
to outweigh all the dangers attaching to
German projectiles.
Let us now attempt an imaginary voyage
through the air, availing ourselves as much
as possible of the experience of the gentlemen
whose excursions are chronicled in the
work which heads this article. A more attractive
volume cannot well be imagined.
It is the production of one Englishman and
three Frenchmen. Mr. Glaisher is well
known, in companionship with Mr. Coxwell,
as our greatest authority on the subject.
All his visits to the clouds have been for
scientific purposes, and if the question,
Quis crederet unquam
Aerias hominem carpere posse vias?
could be put in reference to any man, it
might surely be applied to him, for he has
had the honour of ascending higher than
any other mortal from Icarus to Gay-Lussac.
MM. Flammarion, Fonvielle, and Tissandier
are all enthusiasts in the matter of ballooning;
the second of these gentlemen having
expressed his willingness to be shot up into
the air in connection with a sky-rocket, provided
its projectile force could be duly regulated
and a proper parachute were attached.
In the narratives of their numerous ascents,
there is necessarily some degree of sameness;
but the whole are not only thoroughly readable,
but thoroughly enjoyable to the last.
The illustrations to the book are really superb.
As a mere portfolio of sky-sketches,
it is well worth the price. Not unreasonably
indeed, one of the writers expresses his
hope that the work will form a kind of
epoch in the history of the subject, 'for it
is the first time that artists have gone up in
balloons for the purpose of familiarizing
the eyes of the public with a series of aerial
scenes.' We have charts of triple texture,
showing, first, the path of the machine
through the air; secondly, the geography
of the country over which it passed; and
thirdly, the gradations of light and darkness
during the expedition, these being so arranged
as to answer point for point. We
have also pictures in which the balloon is
seen in almost every phase of adventure—sweeping
through the clouds, plodding
through the snow, cruising amongst the
stars by night, exploding in the sky, plunging
into the sea, dragging on the ground,
caught in the trees, stranded amongst the
sheepfolds, or tumbling upon the coast and
struggling madly to escape the pursuing billows.
But we have also some gorgeous
views of cloud-land, with its marvellous
scenery; now silvered with the pale radiance
of the moon or the stars, now drenched in
the golden glories of the setting sun—at
one time darkening into night under the
gathering thunderstorm, at another fantastically
illuminated with haloes and many-tinted
spectra; and through all these wonderful
fields of air, a tiny sphere, a mere
bubble of the sky, with a bubble or two of
human breath attached, may be seen pursuing
its noiseless way as if it had escaped for
ever from this turbulent earth.
Before we start, however, the great question
is, Dare we start at all? Well might
the first aerial navigator, like the anonymous
hero qui fragilem, truci commisit
pelago ratem primus, shudder at his own
audacity as he launched his miserable vessel
upon the untraversed deep. When it
was first determined to send up some human
beings to the clouds in a Montgolfier,
it was by no means an unnatural suggestion
that the experiment should be tried
upon a couple of criminals; but French
valour would not permit even French rascality
to carry off the honour of the exploit,
and Pilâtre de Rozier indignantly protested
that vile malefactors ought not to have 'the
glory of being the first to rise in the air.'
Brave men, however, whose courage could
not be impeached even in the fieriest hour
of battle, have been known to shrink from
a balloon when they would have calmly
faced a battery. A gallant field-marshal,
says Flammarion, 'who had never hesitated
to advance through the discharge of cannon
and musketry,' declared more than once that
he would not, for a whole empire, ascend
even in a captive machine! On the other
hand, it is related of an old woman (who
had been an inmate of Lambeth workhouse
for forty years, and who, on losing her son
at the age of seventy-five, exclaimed, 'I felt
sure I should never bring up that poor
child!') that being asked on her hundredth
birthday what treat she would like by way
of celebrating the occasion, the ancient female
decided upon an excursion in the great
balloon then tethered at Chelsea. Her
wish was granted, and she enjoyed a ride in
the atmosphere at the foot of this huge
floating gasometer, which was fettered to
the earth by a cable of two thousand feet in
length. The fair sex, indeed, have never
exhibited much timidity in dealing with balloons.
Out of the seven hundred persons
carried up in the air at various times by the
veteran Green, not less than one hundred
and twenty were females. 'If,' hinted he
to Fonvielle, 'you wish balloons to become
popular in France, begin by taking women
in them; men will be sure to follow!'
Does not this accord to the letter with
George Stephenson's dictum, that feminine
influence would draw a man from the other
side of the globe when nothing else would
move him? Not that we think the advice
was specially needed for France, for the first
lady who made an ascent was a Frenchwoman,
Mme. Thiblé; and the first lady who
met her death on an aerial excursion was
Mme. Blanchard, who belonged to the same
nation.
First of all, then, we ought to see the balloon
before it is inflated. There it lies, a
vast expanse of varnished silk, or calico, or
india-rubber cloth, enveloped in netting,
and covering many a square yard of ground
with its flabby, crumpled form. Nothing
more lifeless and uninteresting can well be
conceived than the huge shape which, in a
short time, will lift itself by degrees from the
soil, like a giant creeping gradually into consciousness,
and then standing erect in all the
pride of its newly-discovered powers, will expand
into one of the most stately and picturesque
machines ever invented by man.
It is even possible to sympathise with M.
Flammarion in his heroics when he imagines
an aeronaut addressing it in language of
mingled insult and adulation:—
"Inert and formless thing, that I can now
trample under my feet, that I can tear with
my hands, here stretched dead upon the
ground—my perfect slave—I am about to
give thee life, that thou mayest become my
sovereign! In the height of my generosity I
shall make thee even greater than myself!
O vile and powerless thing! I shall abandon
myself to thy majesty, O creature of my hands,
and thou shalt carry my kingdom unto thine
own element, which I have created for thee;
thou shalt fly off to the regions of storms
and tempests, and I shall be forced to follow
thee! I shall become thy plaything; thou
shalt do what thou wilt with me, and forget
that I gave thee life!"
For many reasons, carburetted hydrogen,
or coal gas, is the agent employed to give
levity to the machine. In the earlier days
of aerostation, hydrogen presented strong
temptations. It is the lightest of the gases,
being upwards of fourteen times rarer than
atmospheric air, and therefore it was naturally
regarded as the element best fitted
to do man's bidding, and to drag him nearest
to the stars. But hydrogen is an expensive
article, and needs an elaborate apparatus
for its production, whereas coal gas
is burnt in every civilized street, and may
be obtained in any quantity by connecting
a flexible tube with the nearest tap. In the
still darker ages of aeronautic science, it is
well known that heated air was the element
employed; and, going back into yet more
benighted times, we find that Father Lana
proposed to give buoyancy to copper globes
by filling them, as an Hibernian once remarked,
with a vacuum; whilst another
worthy Père, Galien of Avignon, gravely
suggested that balloons should be inflated
with attenuated air, brought down from
mountain tops in bags prepared for the
purpose, in which case they would, of
course, ascend to similar heights!
Let us now enter the car. The huge
monster above us is swaying to and fro in
the breeze, and struggling for freedom like
some giant soul which has done its work on
earth and is eager to reach its native skies.
The cords which hold us captive are loosed,
and, as if by instinct, we grasp the nearest
rope, or hold fast to the wicker work, to secure
ourselves from the effects of our sudden
translation—we might almost say projection—through
the air. But the first feeling is
one of surprise. We find ourselves perfectly
stationary, whilst, strange to say, the
earth—the great solid globe on which we
recently stood, with all its towers and temples,
its gazing crowds and spreading landscapes—is
seen shooting downwards in space
with frightful velocity! Worse still, glancing
upwards, the sky appears to be falling,
as if the ceiling of the universe had given
way; and yonder big dark cloud, which
seemed to be motionless when we took
our seat, is now tumbling headlong upon us,
and will, infallibly, crush our balloon like a
moth. It requires some little consideration
to correct this delusion, and satisfy ourselves
that here, as in many of the moral and social
phenomena of life, the change is in us, and
not in the world itself.
As we rise, the view below grows more
expansive, but, at the same time, it appears
to flatten. The hills are planed down, the
valleys are filled up, and the rich undulations
and inequalities which contribute so
much to the picturesque are in a great measure
lost to the aerial eye. We seem to be
hovering over a huge, variegated ordnance
map, tinted for the most part with green;
its rivers looking like silver ribbons, its railways
like ruled lines, its woods represented
by patches of verdure, and its towns exhibiting
grooves or gutters for streets, and kitchen
areas for squares.
This effect is the more striking when we
look perpendicularly down upon tall, slender
objects like steeples, pillars, or elevated statues.
The Monument of London becomes a
mere gilded speck on the pavement. The
hapless column in the Place Vendôme, now
overthrown by the hands of Frenchmen
themselves, was described by an aeronaut as
a kind of 'pin stuck head downwards in a
cushion.' A view of the statue of Napoleon,
as seen from on high, is given by M. Flammarion,
and presents a ludicrous picture, the
figure being crushed into a sort of black
amorphous lump, which would be utterly
unintelligible were it not that the shadow
exhibits something of the human form, and
not inaptly suggests some strong reflections
respecting the fallen fortunes of the imperial
dynasty. In fact, the landscape seems to be
flattened as if some great roller had passed
over it, and ironed out all the prominences
in order to reduce it to one vast plain.
This appearance may be qualified by another,
which, however, is not visible to every
voyager. Without going so far as to imagine
that the earth will display any portion
of its convexity, we certainly should not expect
it to assume a concave aspect to the
eye. Yet, for the same reason that the sky
above us looks like a great vault, and that
the clouds overhead slope down towards the
horizon, if sufficiently extended, the landscape
beneath us should appear to be similarly
hollowed were it surveyed from a corresponding
elevation. In some degree, and
to some susceptible minds, this curious impression
is realized in a balloon. The central
parts of the expanse below seem to sink
and assume a dish-like form, so that, as M.
Flammarion observes, we float between two
vast concavities, the blue dome of heaven
resting upon the green and shallow but inverted
dome of earth.
But can we witness all this without a sensation
of giddiness? Is not our enjoyment
of the scene marred by a strong disposition
to vertigo, such as is natural to human heads
when raised to perilous altitudes? This
tendency, however, is far less prevalent than
might be expected in the car of a balloon.
Professor Jacobi, who could not look down
from a lofty building without dizziness,
made his first, perhaps his only ascent without
experiencing the least swimming of the
brain. The chief feeling of an aeronaut,
according to M. Simonin, is one of elation;
his sense of individuality becoming so triumphant
that he glances down upon the
poor wretched globe he has left grovelling
in its sins and sorrows, with a species of
pity which is probably very much akin to
contempt! But this sentiment, according
to M. Flammarion, may be combined with
another of a much more equivocal description.
'I also felt,' says this gentleman, 'a
vague desire to throw myself out of the balloon.
Though feeling convinced that it
would be certain death, I was under the influence
of a mild temptation to allow myself
to fall, and my death became, for the moment,
a matter of indifference to me.' The lofty
air with which this is written, and the supreme
nonchalance displayed, are eminently
characteristic of the soil, or rather of the
sons of France. 'Let me live or let me die,'
he seems to say; 'whether I float in these
pure ethereal regions, victorious over all the
evils of earth, or whether my body lies shattered
on those rocks below, a mass of featureless
pulp, is a question of no consequence
to Camille Flammarion! He is
perfectly content whether he figures as an
aerial conqueror or as a poor, palpitating
corpse!'
We continue rising. The balloon will, of
course, persist in doing so until the weight
of the included gas and of the entire apparatus
exactly balances an equal bulk of the
surrounding air. Starting from the earth
with all its buoyant power in hand, it would
soon acquire a considerable momentum were
it not controlled by the resistance of the atmosphere,
which reduces its motion to a steady,
uniform ascent. This presumes, however,
that nothing transpires to alter its gravity.
The addition of a few rain-drops to the
machine would infallibly slacken its speed,
whilst the fall overboard of one of the passengers
would convert it for the time into a
runaway balloon. When Mr. Cocking severed
his parachute from the great Nassau, the
latter, huge as it was, bounded aloft with
such swiftness that whilst the poor fellow
was descending to death, the two aeronauts
seemed to be mounting to destruction, either
by the bursting of the balloon or the stifling
emission of gas.
In another way, also, too rapid a start
may lead to dangerous consequences. In
1850, MM. Bixio and Barral took their
places in the car of a balloon inflated with
pure hydrogen. Their object in using this
lightest of all aerial fluids was to climb to
an elevation of thirty or forty thousand feet;
but not having made due allowance for its
buoyancy, the machine, when released, shot
through the air like a ball from a gun. The
envelope expanded so rapidly that it bulged
down upon the aeronauts and shrouded them
completely, the car being slung at too slight
a distance below. Struggling like men beneath
a fallen tent, one of them, in his endeavours
to extricate himself, tore a hole in
the great bag, from which the gas poured
upon them, producing illness and threatening
suffocation. Precipitately they began to
sink, and it was only by tossing everything
overboard that they succeeded in landing
safely on the earth. They had traversed a
bed of clouds 9,000 feet in thickness, reached
a height of 19,000 feet, and then performed
the return journey all in the space
of little more than three quarters of an hour.
Higher and higher we mount. Shall not
we knock our sublime heads against the
stars, if we continue to ascend in this indefinite
way? How rapidly we move, and
what curious effects vertical travelling may
involve, a single illustration will suggest.
Aeronauts may enjoy a spectacle which, at
the first mention, might almost recall the
retrograde movement of the solar shadow on
the dial of Ahaz—namely, that of two sunsets
in one day. An early balloonist, M.
Charles, was very much impressed by this
vision. When he left the earth for an evening
excursion, the great luminary had just disappeared,
but, said the Frenchman, proudly, 'he
rose again for me alone!' 'I had the pleasure
of seeing him set twice on the same day.'
For was the spectacle such as the dwellers
on the soil may command, by permitting
the orb to sink behind some elevation, and
then mounting it so as to bring him again
into view—thus playing at bo-peep with the
lord of day. For, continued M. Charles, still
more proudly, 'I was the only illuminated
object; all the rest of nature being plunged
into shadow!'
But now, looking aloft, we observe a mass
of clouds, towards which we are rapidly
speeding. There are mountains of snow and
great threatening rocks, against which it
seems as if our fragile vessel would inevitably
be dashed. The novice in aerial navigation
almost instinctively holds his breath as he
sees the distance narrowing between his frail
skiff and these frowning piles, and awaits
the awful collision. But they open as if by
magic, and the balloon glides into the midst
without a shock, or a tremor in its frame.
We are then enveloped for a time in a sort
of obscurity, but we have nothing to fear,
for the machine might travel blindfold without
dread of the slightest obstruction in
these pathless expanses. Destitute of every
object which could serve as a guide, we proceed
until we emerge into sunshine once
more, and then, looking down, we see the
clouds through which we have entered closing
like a trap-door after us, and shutting us
out from the dear old world, where we lead
such a life of charmed misery.
Sometimes, however, it seems impossible
to rise above the 'smoke and stir of this
dim spot, which men call earth.'
In an ascent from Wolverton, in June,
1863, Mr. Glaisher passed through an extraordinary
succession of fogs and showers and
rain-clouds; and though he soared to a
height of 23,000 feet, the balloon was unable
to extricate itself from its earthly entanglements.
Following a fine rain came a
dry fog, which continued for some distance;
this traversed, the aeronauts entered a wetting
fog, and subsequently a dry one again.
When three miles in height, they imagined
that they would certainly break through the
clouds, but, to their great surprise, nebulous
heaps lay above them, beneath them, and
all around them. Up they clambered, but
at an elevation of four miles dense masses
still hung overhead as if to forbid any further
progress, and two clouds with fringed
edges specially attracted their attention, from
the fact that they were unmistakeably nimbi,
although formations of this latter class
are mostly creatures of the nether sky. On
returning, a heavy rain fell pattering on the
balloon at an altitude of three miles, and
then, lower down, for a space of 5,000 feet,
they passed through a curious snowy discharge,
the air being full of icy crystals,
though the season was high summer.
It is not often, however, that the atmosphere
is in this nebulous condition throughout
so large a portion of its depth. For
days together terrestrials may be enveloped
in fog and rain, and in that case must wait
patiently until the clouds please to roll off,
and drench some other locality; but if at
such seasons we were to jump into a balloon,
we might soon pass out of the watery zone
and soar into the jocund sunshine. Continuing
our ascent, therefore, through the
dense tract of moisture we first entered, our
machine at last lifts its head joyously above
the surface, and shaking off the cloudy
spray, bounds into a new sphere, where the
great giver of light glows with unadulterated
ray. We are, in fact, in a new world. We
are completely cut off from our native earth
by a huge continent of vapour, which appears
to have been suddenly petrified into
rock.
'Above our heads,' writes Mr. Glaisher,
'rises a noble roof, a vast dome of the deepest
blue. In the east may perhaps be seen the
tints of a rainbow on the point of vanishing;
in the west, the sun silvering the edges of
broken clouds. Below these light vapours may
rise a chain of mountains, the Alps of the sky,
rearing themselves one above the other, mountain
above mountain, till the highest peaks are
coloured by the setting sun. Some of these
compact masses look as if ravaged by avalanches,
or rent by the irresistible movement of
glaciers. Some clouds seem built up of quartz,
or even diamonds: some, like immense cones,
boldly rise upwards; others resemble pyramids
whose sides are in rough outline. These
scenes are so varied and beautiful that we feel
we could remain for ever to wander above
these boundless plains.'
As we ascend, however, a serious question
comes into play. To the first adventurer we
may suppose that it would present itself with
alarming force. Shall we be able to breathe
safely in yonder upper regions, where the
air is so thin that the lungs must work
'double shift,' as it were, to procure their
necessary supply? At the earth's surface,
it is well known that the atmosphere presses
upon every square inch with a force of from
fourteen to fifteen pounds. A column of
air forty miles in height resting upon a man's
hat, would, of course, crush it flat upon his
head in a moment, were it not for an equal
resistance within; and, but for the same
cause (the equal diffusion of pressure at the
same level), we should all go staggering
along under our burden of thirty thousand
pounds—such is our share of the atmospheric
load—or, if laid prostrate, should find
ourselves incapable of rising. But of course
the pressure grows smaller as we ascend, for
the simple reason that the height of the
column above us continually decreases. Seeing,
moreover, that we are adapted by our
organization to existence at the bottom of
this aerial ocean, it is natural to expect that
at considerable elevations some sensible disturbance
of our functions will ensue. At
the height of three miles and three-quarters
the barometer, which stands at about thirty
inches at the level of the sea, has sunk to
fifteen inches, exhibiting a pressure of some
seven-and-a-half pounds to the square inch,
and showing that as much of the atmosphere
in weight is below us as there is above.
Reaching an elevation of between five and
six miles, the mercury would be found to
mark ten inches only, representing a pressure
of five pounds to the square inch, and proving
that two-thirds of the aerial ocean had
been surmounted, leaving a thin third alone
to be traversed. The following table, as
given by Mr. Glaisher, will, however, best
express this decline of density:—
'At the height of 1 mile the barometer reading is 24·7 in.
" 2 miles""20·3 "
" 3 miles""16·7 "
" 4 miles""13·7 "
" 5 miles""11·3 "
"10 miles"" 4·7 "
"15 miles"" 1·6 "
"20 miles"" 1·0 " less.'
One indication of increasing rarity in the
air is to be found in the lowering of the
point at which water boils. On the surface
of the earth ebullition takes place, as
is well known, at 212° Fahr.; but at the
top of a mountain like Mont Blanc, where
the pressure is so much lightened, and the
liquid therefore encounters so much less resistance
to its vaporous propensities, it will
pass into steam at a temperature of about
178°. At still greater elevations this point
becomes so ridiculously reduced—if the expression
may be employed—that we might
plunge our hand into the fluid when in full
simmer, or drink it in the form of tea when
absolutely boiling. Of course, under such
circumstances, it would be impossible to extract
the full flavour of that generous herb
unless the process were carried on under
artificial pressure, and therefore the most
gentle and legitimate of all stimulants must
lose much of its potency if decocted at
20,000 feet above the level of the sea.
Another little circumstance is very significant.
In opening a flask of pure water at
the earth's surface, we should not expect the
cork to fly out with an explosion as if it
were a flask of Clicquot's sprightliest champagne;
but this is what occurs when we
reach an altitude where the external pressure
is slight compared with the spring of the
imprisoned air. In dealing with a bottle of
frisky porter or highly impatient soda-water,
it may be well to act cautiously, lest the
cork should go like a shot through the
envelope of the balloon; and in drinking
the contents it will be wise to wait till the
effervescence has subsided, lest the same results
should arise as those which were experienced
by the Siamese king, when, instead
of mixing his soda powders in his goblet, he
put the acid and the alkali separately into
his stomach, and left them to settle their
affinities there.
Whilst urging his way aloft, therefore, the
novice will probably call to mind some of
the accounts he has read of poor animals
which have been tormented and philosophically
murdered in the receiver of an air-pump.
He will remember how miserable butterflies
and other insects have been unable to use
their wings, and, after a few flutterings, have
fallen motionless; or how helpless mice,
after gasping for a time in hopeless distress,
have expired, unwilling martyrs to science.
And can he enter such an attenuated atmosphere
as the one above him without undergoing
some of their agonies, though in a
milder and less fatal form? For, on ascending
a lofty mountain, the traveller is soon
reminded that his lungs are dealing with a
much thinner fluid than they inhaled below.
Long before he reaches the summit he finds
that his drafts upon the atmosphere are increased
in consequence of its tenuity, and
that the requisite supply can only be obtained
with much pulmonary toil. His head
begins to ache, a feeling of nausea is frequently
induced, and sometimes he experiences
the taste of blood in the mouth, or the
scent of the same fluid in the nostrils. With
throbbing temples and tottering limbs, he
drags himself to the peak, and then probably
throws himself upon the rock utterly
exhausted, his first sentiment being one of
relief that the ascent is well over, and his
next one of regret that the descent is not
already accomplished.
But in estimating the results in such a
case, we must remember the great physical
exertion which has been incurred. Every
traveller who plants himself upon the summit
of the Dôme du Gouté must have lifted as
many pounds avoirdupois as he weighs, to
say nothing of his baggage and personal
accoutrements, to a height of some 15,000
feet in the atmosphere by the sheer force of
his own muscles. To carry one's own body
about is scarcely regarded as porter's work,
but what particularly stout man would ever
dream of reaching the Grand Plateau, or
even attempt to scale the Great Pyramid,
without a troop of attendants to drag him to
the top? In a balloon, however, all this expenditure
of strength is spared. The aeronaut
arrives at an elevation far higher than
the tallest peak in Europe without squandering
as much force as would be required to
grind an ounce of coffee. Here, therefore,
the influences of rarefied air may be tested
without any of the complications arising
from previous fatigue or present muscular
exhaustion.
Now, the results, as noted by different
voyagers, are by no means accordant. In
his first ascent, Mr. Glaisher found his pulse
throbbing at the rate of a hundred per
minute, when he had reached a height of
18,844 feet. At 19,415 feet, his heart
began to palpitate audibly. At 19,435, it
was beating more vehemently, his pulse
had accelerated its pace, his hands and lips
were dyed of a dark bluish hue, and it was
with great difficulty that he could read his
philosophical instruments. At 21,792 feet
(upwards of four miles), he seemed to lose
the power of making the requisite observations,
and a feeling analogous to sea-sickness
stole over him, though there was no heaving
or rolling in the balloon. Of course, we
may well suppose that different individuals
will be differently affected. There are some
terrestrials who suffer little from sea-sickness,
whilst there are others who can scarcely cross
the bar of a river without incurring the agonies
of that abominable complaint. But
Mr. Glaisher seems to be of opinion that the
balloon voyager may speedily master the
maladie de l'air, and become quite at home
at any elevation hitherto attained. It is a
matter of simple acclimatization. In his own
case, he found that he could breathe without
inconvenience at a height of three or four
miles, whereas his first sallies into that
region, as we have seen, were productive of
considerable discomfort; and though he regards
an altitude of six or seven miles as the
frontier line of natural respiration, with a
possible reserve in favour of its extension, he
hints that artificial appliances may, perhaps,
be devised for freighting the aerostat with
the fluid in suitable quantity, and so enlarging
the sphere of atmospheric enterprise.
We are not certain whether this hint has reference
to an apparatus for condensing the
air; but it is a pleasant fancy, whether practicable
or not, to picture a couple of excursionists
feeding their lungs by compressing
the thin medium around them into pabulum
of the needful density.
There is another enemy, however, to encounter,
and it is probably to this more than
to the attenuation of the air that the painful
effects in question are attributable. We
allude to the extreme cold of the upper skies.
The atmosphere has its polar regions as well
as the earth. There frost builds no solid
barriers it is true, but his invisible ramparts
are a surer defence against intrusion than
bulwarks of granite. Even at a height of
three or four miles, explorers are apt to find
their extremities benumbed, and their faces
turning purple or blue. In a night ascent
in 1804, Count Zambeccari, who subsequently
met his death in consequence of his
balloon taking fire, was so severely handled
by the frost that he lost the use of his
fingers, and was compelled to have some of
them amputated. On one occasion, Mr.
Coxwell, having laid hold of the grapnel
with his naked hand, cried out in pain that
he was scalded, which is precisely the
punishment inflicted by metallic objects
upon all who grasp them incautiously in
arctic latitudes, when the temperature is exceedingly
low.
Combining, therefore, these two causes,
the rarefaction of the upper air, and the
crushing influences of frost, we may readily
understand why so many bold adventurers
have been smitten with asphyxia when pushing
their way into such untrodden solitudes.
When Andreoli and Brioschi ascended from
Padua, in 1808, to a prodigious height, the
latter sank into a state of torpor, and shortly
afterwards the former found that he had lost
the use of his left arm. In the instance already
alluded to, when Zambeccari was so mangled
by the cold, he and Dr. Grassetti both became
insensible, and their companion alone
retained the control of his faculties.
On one memorable occasion, Mr. Glaisher
and Mr. Coxwell rose to a region which had
certainly never been visited before, and most
probably will not be speedily visited again.
The precise elevation they reached could
only be guessed, but it could scarcely be
less than 35,000 feet, and might possibly
extend to 37,000 feet, or seven miles. This
famous ascent was made in 1862 from
Wolverhampton. When the aeronauts had
soared to a height of some 29,000 feet,
about five-and-a-half miles, Mr. Glaisher suddenly
discovered that one arm was powerless,
and when he tried to move the other, it
proved to have been as suddenly stripped of
its strength. He then endeavoured to shake
himself, but, strange to say, he seemed to
possess no limbs. His head fell on his left
shoulder, and on his struggling to place it
erect, it reeled over to the right. Then his
body sank backwards against the side of the
car, whilst one arm hung helplessly downwards
in the air. In a moment more, he
found that all the muscular power which remained
in his neck and back had deserted
him at a stroke. He tried to speak to his companion,
but the power of speech had departed
as well. Sight still continued, though dimly;
but this, too, speedily vanished, and darkness,
black as midnight, drowned his vision
in an instant. Whether hearing survived,
he could not tell, for there was no sound to
break the silence of those lofty solitudes.
Consciousness certainly remained; but the
mind had ceased to control the body, and
the reins of power seemed to have slipped
for ever from his grasp. Was this the way
men died? And did one faculty after another
desert the soul in its extremity, as servile
courtiers steal away from the presence of
royalty when its last hour has arrived?
Soon afterwards consciousness itself disappeared.
Fortunately, this insensibility was not of
long duration. He was roused by Mr. Coxwell,
but, at first, could only hear a voice
exhorting him to 'try.' Not a word could
he speak, not an object could he see, not a
limb could he move. In a while, however,
sight returned; shortly afterwards he rose
from his seat, and then found sufficient
tongue to exclaim, 'I have been insensible!'
'You have,' was the reply; 'and I too, very
nearly!'
At the time Mr. Glaisher was smitten
with paralysis, Mr. Coxwell had climbed up
to the ring of the balloon, in order to free
the valve-rope, which had become entangled.
There, his hands were so frozen that he lost
the use of them, and was compelled to drop
down into the car. His fingers were not
simply blue, but positively black with cold,
and it became necessary to pour brandy over
them to restore the circulation. Observing
on his return that Mr. Glaisher's countenance
was devoid of animation, he spoke to him,
but, receiving no reply, at once drew the
conclusion that his companion was in a state
of utter unconsciousness. He endeavoured
to approach, but found that he himself was
lapsing into the same condition. With wonderful
presence of mind, however, he attempted
to open the valve of the balloon,
in order that they might escape from this
deadly region, but his hands were too much
benumbed to pull the rope. In this fearful
extremity, he seized the rope with his teeth,
dipped his head downwards two or three
times, and found to his relief that the machine
was rapidly descending into a more
genial sphere. Fortunately, the voyagers
reached the ground in safety, without feeling
any lasting mischief from their audacious
excursion; but it would be difficult to
invent a scene better calculated to make the
nervous shudder than that of a balloon floating
at a height of nearly seven miles, with
its occupants awaking from a state of insensibility
to discover that their limbs were utterly
powerless, that the rope which might
enable them to descend was dangling beyond
their reach, and that there they must remain
until the cold, which had turned every drop
of water into ice, should eat away the feeble
relics of vitality from their frames.
We proceed. We are now cruising in the
full glare of the sun. The rays of that luminary
beat upon us with scorching force;
but whilst the head seems to be in the Sahara,
the feet may be in Spitzbergen. For
here, as on the top of a snow-clad mountain,
the temperature of the air is one thing, the direct
heat of the sun is quite another. The difference
may amount to thirty or forty degrees
in an ordinary ascent, and of course, becomes
more noticeable the higher the flight.
The thin air and scanty vapour of the upper
regions furnish us with flimsy clothing;
whilst in the nether world we wrap the
dense medium round us like a mantle, and
keep our caloric within our frames.
Is there any law, however, by which the
decrease of temperature can be expressed?
Seeing that the atmosphere is divided, as it
were, into various storeys, these being formed
of changing currents, or fugitive strata of
clouds, each with its peculiar charge of heat,
is it possible that any fixed principle of decline
can be detected?
Take a few results. On leaving the
ground, where the temperature was 50° (in
the afternoon of the 31st of March, 1863),
the thermometer indicated 33½° at one
mile, 26° at two miles, 14° at three miles, 8°
at 3¾ miles, where a bed of air heated to 12°
was entered, and then at an elevation of 4½
miles, the instrument had fallen to zero. In
descending, the temperature rose to 11° at
about three miles in height, it sank to 7° in
passing a cold layer, afterwards increased to
18½° at two miles, to 25½° at one mile, and
finally settled at 42° on the ground.
Again, on starting (17th July, 1862), the
temperature at the surface was 59°, at 4,000
feet, it was 45°, and at 10,000 feet it had
sunk to 26°. For the next 3,000 feet it remained
stationary, during which time the
aeronauts donned additional clothing, in anticipation
of a severe interview with the
Frost King; but to their great surprise, the
thermometer rose to 31° at 15,500 feet, and
to 42° at 19,500 feet, by which time they
found it necessary to divest themselves of
their winter habiliments. Sometimes, indeed,
the changes of temperature experienced
are startling and unaccountable. At an
elevation of 20,000 feet, Barral and Bixio,
whilst enveloped in a cloud, found their
thermometer at 15° Fahr. Above this cloud,
at a height of 23,127 feet, the instrument
had sunk to 38° below zero, making a difference
of not less than 54° of heat between
the two points. Judging from this observation,
might we not expect to find all the
moisture at those cheerless altitudes curdled
into ice? and if our globe is sheathed in an
envelope of frozen particles, is the fact wholly
without meaning in reference to the aurora
and other meteorological phenomena?
From such capricious data, it would seem
impossible to extract any definite law; but
it has been assumed by many that, taking
all things into account, the temperature
decreases one degree for every 300 feet
of elevation. Putting the matter more exactly,
there is, according to Flammarion, a
mean abatement of one degree for every 345
feet where the sky is clear, and of one degree
for every 354 feet when the heavens are
overcast; the decline being quicker when
the day is hot than when it is cold, and in
the evening than in the morning. Mr.
Glaisher, however, feels himself compelled
to repudiate this theory of a steady, constant
diminution of heat. The results of all his
midday experiments amounted to this:—
'The change from the ground to 1,000 feet
high was 4° 5´ with a cloudy sky, and 6° 2´
with a clear sky. At 10,000 feet high it was
2° 2´ with a cloudy sky, and 2° with a clear
sky. At 20,000 feet high the decline of temperature
was 1° 1´ with a cloudy sky, and 1° 2´
with a clear sky. At 30,000 feet the whole
decline of temperature was found to be 62°.
Within the first 1,000 feet the average space
passed through for 1° was 223 feet with a
cloudy sky, and 162 feet with a clear sky. At
10,000 feet the space passed through for a like
decline was 455 feet for the former, and 417
feet for the latter; and above 20,000 feet high
the space with both states of the sky was
1,000 feet nearly for a decline of 1°. As regards
the law just indicated, it is far more natural
and far more consistent than that of a
uniform rate of decrease.'
It should be carefully observed that these
conclusions refer to ascents by day; and
that by night the temperature augments
within certain limits, as Marcet showed, and
as numerous experiments have confirmed.
Scarcely less interesting is the question as
to the moisture in the atmosphere. Does it
decline according to any graduated law?
From a large number of observations it has
been concluded that the watery vapour increases
up to a certain elevation (varying
with the season of the year, the hour of the
day, and the condition of the sky), and then,
having reached this maximum, we find that
the air grows continually drier the further
we climb. Upon this simple fact much of
the physical happiness of our globe depends,
for it is the moisture in the lower regions
which arrests the efflux of caloric, preserves
it for home consumption, and assists the
earth in the kindly production of its fruits.
Meanwhile, the rays of the sun playing
with unchecked fervour upon the balloon,
have been heating and expanding the gas.
Lightened also by the dissipation of the
moisture contracted in the cloudier portion
of the ascent, it probably occurs to the voyager,
particularly if he is prone to take alarming
views of events, that as the machine
rises into a rarer atmosphere the envelope
may distend until it actually bursts. Nor is
this apprehension, however painful to the
nerves, wholly without foundation. Looking
up at the flimsy globe above his head,
he will observe that it is now fully inflated,
though purposely left somewhat flaccid when
the journey commenced; and, possibly, he
may observe signs of the sun's action on its
sides, as if it were blistering under the solar
beams. Brioschi, the Neapolitan astronomer,
wishing to soar higher than Gay-Lussac,
who had reached 23,000 feet on his way
to the stars, was stopped on his ambitious
flight, as Icarus had been before him, by
getting too near the sun. He had no wings
to melt, it is true, but he had a balloon to
rupture, and the swollen tissue accordingly
gave way, though, happily, without involving
him in the fate of the presumptuous youth.
Will it be credited, however, that any aeronaut
could deliberately make an ascent with
the express intention of bursting his balloon
himself? Yet this has been done without pre-engaging
a coroner, and without the slightest
wish to commit scientific suicide. The individual
by whom this perilous experiment
was performed was Mr. Wise, the American.
He argued that if the explosion were neatly
managed, the collapsing envelope would act
as a sort of parachute, the lower part retreating
into the upper, and forming a concavity
which would present sufficient resistance to
ensure a safe and steady descent. Nor were
his expectations wholly disappointed. Having
risen through a thunderstorm to a height of
13,000 feet, he fired his magazine of hydrogen
gas. The car rushed down with awful
rapidity, supported, however, by the relics,
like a torn umbrella, and alighted upon the
ground without inflicting any great violence
upon the daring navigator. Not many
weeks afterwards, he repeated the exploit, if
such it may be called, and in exploding the
gas tore the silk receptacle from top to bottom;
but, with equal good fortune, he arrived
at the earth without a broken limb,
the machine having taken a spiral course in
falling, which enabled him to descend with
uniform velocity.
Having now reached the highest point to
which our aerostat will mount so long as its
weight continues unchanged, we surrender
ourselves to the guidance of the current in
which we are involved. In rising to a moderate
elevation, a balloon will sometimes
shoot through more than one of these aerial
streams. Mr. Foster detected the existence of
four distinct currents in one experiment, namely,
from the E.N.E., N., S.W., and S.S.E.,
and on the following day found there were
three, namely, from the E.N.E., S.E., and
S.S.W. Sometimes an upper and an under
current may move in opposite directions.
Had it not been for this fact, M. Tissandier's
début in the clouds might have terminated
in his death in the ocean. Ascending with
M. Duruof from Calais under somewhat rash
and defiant circumstances, their balloon was
borne out to sea, not towards the English
coast, which might, perhaps, have been
reached, but right up the North Sea, where
they would probably have perished. Fortunately,
after proceeding for some distance,
they observed a fleet of cumuli steering for
Calais at a depth of some 3,000 feet below,
and by dropping into this counter stream
they were floated back to land.
There is no subject of greater moment to
aeronauts than the determination of the atmospheric
currents. Upon this question in
a great measure depends the utility of ballooning
as an art. We should certainly
consider that ocean navigation was in a
despicable condition if the utmost we could
do for a vessel was to commit it, preciously
freighted with our own persons, to the wind
and waves, without a sail to propel it or a
rudder to guide it in any particular direction.
Yet this is pretty much the state of
aerial seamanship, except for purposes of
vertical travelling. If it could be ascertained
that streams flowed to different quarters at
different elevations—river rolling over river—then
it might be easy to book our balloon
for some special point of the compass. But
the atmosphere is comparatively unexplored
in this respect, and it will require long study
before any definite conclusions can be formed,
even if such should be ever realized.
That there is some degree of certainty in
air-currents may be indicated by a curious
fact mentioned by Flammarion, namely, that
the traces of his various voyages are all represented
by lines which had a tendency to
curve in one and the same general direction.
'Thus,' says he, 'on the 23rd June, 1867,
the balloon started with a north wind directly
towards the south-south-west, and,
after a while, due south-west, when we descended.
A similar result was observed in
every excursion, and the fact led me to believe
that above the soil of France the currents
of the atmosphere are constantly deviated
circularly, and in a south-west-north-east-south
direction.'
Still more curious is a fact which Mr.
Glaisher may be said to have discovered.
We are accustomed to talk much of the
Gulf Stream. It is as popular a marine phenomenon
as the Great Sea Serpent. For
some time it has figured in meteorology as
the subtle agent to which all climatic eccentricities,
and not a few climatic advantages,
are ascribed; but what shall we say to a
genuine 'aeria Gulf Stream?' What, to a
stream flowing through the atmosphere in
kindly correspondence with the beneficent
current which sweeps through the Atlantic
below?
On the 12th January, 1864, Mr. Glaisher
left the earth, where a south-east wind was
prevailing. At a height of 1,300 feet he
was surprised to enter a warm current, 3,000
feet in thickness, which was flowing from the
south-west, that is, in the direction of the
Gulf Stream itself. At the elevation in
question the temperature, according to the
usual calculation, should have been 4° or 5°
lower than that at the ground, whereas it
was 3½° higher. In the region above, cold
reigned, for finely-powdered snow was falling
into this atmospheric river. Here,
therefore, was a stream of heated air previously
unsuspected, which, if its course is
steady, as it appears to be during winter,
constitutes a prodigious accession to our resources,
and adds another to the many meteorological
blessings the world enjoys.
'The meeting with this south-west current
(writes Mr. Glaisher) is of the highest importance,
for it goes far to explain why England
possesses a winter temperature so much higher
than our northern latitudes. Our high winter
temperature has hitherto been mostly referred
to the influence of the Gulf Stream. Without
doubting the influence of this natural agent, it
is necessary to add the effect of a parallel atmospheric
current to the oceanic current coming
from the same regions—a true aerial Gulf
Stream. This great energetic current meets
with no obstruction in coming to us, or to Norway,
but passes over the level Atlantic without
interruption from mountains. It cannot, however,
reach France without crossing Spain and
the lofty range of the Pyrenees, and the effect
of these cold mountains in reducing its temperature
is so great that the former country
derives but little warmth from it.'
The velocity of these atmospheric streams
must, of course, differ considerably; but,
however rapid may be their motion, the
balloonist will not fail to notice the feeling
of personal immobility which gives such a
peculiar character to aerial travelling. We
can hardly realize the idea of being transported,
say, from London to Dover, without
experiencing sundry jars of the muscles or
tremors of the nerves, even if we escape, as
is by no means certain, the chances of a collision;
but M. Flammarion remarks in reference
to one of his journies, that the distance
accomplished was a hundred and twenty
miles, 'during the whole of which time we
never felt ourselves in motion at all.' No
better illustration of this exemption from the
jerks and joltings of terrestrial locomotion
could be given than a simple experiment.
A tumbler was filled with water till the
liquid stood bulging over the brim. The
balloon was travelling with the velocity of a
railway train, and sometimes rising, sometimes
falling, through hundreds of feet at a
time, yet not a single drop of the fluid was
swung out of the glass!
Striking as the fact is, it would be still
more surprising if it were otherwise; for,
having once entered a current of air, and
surrendered our machine to its guidance, we
become, as it were, part of the medium in
which we are immersed. The balloon has
no longer any will of its own, or of its occupants,
except for purposes of ascent or
descent. It glides along with the stream,
and, coming athwart no obstructions, it
knows none of the bumpings to which more
grovelling vehicles are exposed. Hence results
another consequence which will scarcely
escape attention, namely, that here, in the
very place of winds, we experience no wind
whatever. You may sit in the car of a balloon
without undergoing much danger from
draughts. There are no fierce gales to encounter,
and therefore there are no weather-beaten
mariners aloft. If we come to a spot
where two breezes meet in battle, or, if two
currents of differing directions were so
sharply defined that the upper part of the
machine could emerge into the superior
stream whilst the lower part was in the keeping
of the inferior, then very unpleasant results
might ensue; but these are not events
which aerial navigators have frequently to
record in the serener regions aloft.
And as all motion seems to have ceased,
except what is due to the rotatory action of
the balloon, so all sound appears to have
expired. On earth we have nothing to
compare with the awful stillness of these
airy solitudes. Some noise—be it the sighing
of the wind, the pattering of the rain,
the fall of a crumbling particle of rock—will
break the tranquillity of the vale, the loneliest
wilderness, the loftiest peak. But here
nature appears to be voiceless, and silence,
'the prelude of that which reigns in the
interplanetary space,' seems to be a consecrated
thing, as if it were destined to remain
uninterrupted until the Trumpet of Judgment
shall wake the world.
But did we say we were in absolute solitude?
If so, imagine the startled look of
an aeronaut when, on issuing from a cloud,
he sees before him, at the distance of some
thirty or forty yards, the figure of another
balloon! If a feeling of horror creeps over
him at the sight, he might well be pardoned,
for his first thought would doubtless be
that it was some phantom of the air sent to
lure him to destruction, as the Flying Dutchman
is reported to do with mariners at sea.
One remarkable feature, however, instantly
attracts his attention. The car of the
stranger is placed in the centre of a huge
disc, consisting of several concentric circles—the
interior one being of yellowish white,
the next pale blue, the third yellow, followed
by a ring of greyish red, and, finally, by
one of light violet. That car, too, is occupied.
Its tenants are engaged in returning
the scrutiny, and their attitudes express
equal surprise. By-and-bye, one of them
lifts his hand; but that is just what one of
the aeronauts has done. Another motion is
made, and this is imitated to the letter. A
laugh from the living voyagers follows.
They have discovered that the stranger is
an optical apparition, for on examination it
is found to correspond with their own machine,
line for line, rope for rope, and man
for man, except that they, the living ones,
are not surrounded by a glory as if they
were resplendent saints.
This beautiful phenomenon is due to the
reflection or diffraction of light from the little
vesicles of vapour, and must not be confounded
with the ordinary shadow of the
balloon which, under fitting conditions, and
in a more or less elongated form, generally
appears to accompany us like some spectral
shark in pitiless pursuit of an infected ship.
It is now time, however, to commence our
homeward voyage. In other words, we
must tumble perpendicularly to the earth,
but so regulate our fall that no bones shall
be broken, and no concussion, if possible,
sustained. To do this from an elevation of
three or four miles must strike us as a vastly
more dangerous problem than the ascent to
a similar height. The valve at the top of
the balloon affords us the means of diminishing
its relative levity by a gradual discharge
of the gas. But this process must be cautiously
performed, otherwise the machine
may start off like a steed which is suddenly
inspired with a new life when its face is
turned towards its home. Hence the necessity
of retaining a proper amount of ballast
to control its impatient descent. If it should
sink too rapidly, the emptying of a bag or
two will check its pace, and even give it an
upward turn for the time, so that the aeronauts,
in rising again, will sometimes hear a
pattering upon the balloon, which proves to
be the very shower of sand they have just
ejected.
So delicately, indeed, does the machine
respond to any alteration in its weight, that
once, when M. Tissandier threw out the bone
of a chicken he had been assisting to consume,
his companion gravely reproved him,
and, on consulting the barometer, he was
compelled to admit that this small act of
imprudence had caused them to 'rise from
twenty to thirty yards!'
Not unfrequently it happens that a balloon
has to dive through such heavy clouds,
or through such a rainy region, that its
weight is considerably increased by the deposited
moisture. In passing through a
dense stratum, 8,000 feet in thickness, Mr.
Coxwell's aerostat, on one occasion, became
so loaded that, though he had reserved a
large amount of ballast, which was hurled
overboard as fast as possible, the machine
sped to the earth with a shock which fractured
nearly all the instruments.
Lunardi, having ascended from Liverpool
in July, 1785, found himself without ballast,
and in a balloon insufficiently inflated. He
was carried out to sea, retaining of course
the power of sinking, which, however, he
did not wish to exercise, as he was almost
without the means of rising. To lighten
the machine, he tossed off his hat, and even
this insignificant article afforded him some
relief. Soon afterwards, he removed his
coat, and this enabled him to mount a little
higher, and bear away towards the land.
To escape a thunder-cloud, he subsequently
divested himself of his waistcoat, and finally
succeeded in grappling the earth in a cornfield
near Liverpool, spite of his improvidence
in the matter of ballast.
It is under such circumstances, however,
that we discover the value of the long rope
suspended from the car, and which may be
let out to the depth of some hundreds of
feet. It is a clever substitute for ballast,
with this great-advantage, that it is retained,
not lost; and that it may also be used as a
kind of flexible buffer to break the force of
the descent. When the balloon is sinking,
every inch of the rope which rests upon the
ground relieves it of an equivalent portion of
its weight: the process is tantamount to the
discharge of so much ballast, and, therefore,
the rapidity of the descent is not only lessened,
but possibly the downward course of
the machine may be arrested some time before
it reaches the soil; should it mount
again, every coil of the cable lifted from the
earth adds to its gravity. In cases where
the aeronaut has from any cause lost the
mastery of his vessel, this self-manipulating
agency may preserve him from a fatal reception,
whilst, on the other hand, he has it in
his power, by letting out gas when the balloon
is balanced in the air, to lower himself
(other conditions being favourable) as peaceably
as he chooses.
The Géant of Nadar, with a weight of
7,000 to 8,000 lbs., in descending on one
occasion, after all the ballast had been exhausted,
rushed down towards the earth with
the speed of an ordinary railway train, and
yet, thanks to the guide-rope, no serious
accident occurred, though the instruments
were all broken, and a few contusions were
sustained. This admirable contrivance was
introduced by that 'ancient mariner' of the
air, Mr. Green.
In returning to our native soil, however,
one of the most dangerous conditions which
can arise is the prevalence of a thick fog, or
the necessity for ploughing our way through
a dense cloud. Under such circumstances,
how do we know where the earth lies? Not
that we are likely to miss it—the great fear
is that we may hit it too soon, and too forcibly.
It is then that the value of the barometer
is most fully appreciated. This instrument
does for the aeronaut what the
compass does for the sailor. But the observer
must be prompt and careful in his reading,
for if the descent is rapid, the least inattention
may result in a fractured collarbone,
or a couple of shattered bodies.
Presuming, however, that, as we sink
through the cloudy trap-door by which we
entered the upper sky, we find all clear below,
the old familiar earth again bursts upon
our view. For a few moments the planet
appears to be shooting upwards with considerable
velocity. It is like a huge rock
which has been aimed at our little balloon,
or a star which has shot madly from its
sphere, and is hastening to crush us on our
return from our sacrilegious voyage. By
throwing out a quantity of ballast, however,
as if in defiance, we seem to check it in its
course, and if it continues to approach, it
does so with moderate speed. But we soon
discover the deceit, and learn (probably to
our chagrin) that it is not the world which
is troubling itself to meet us, but we who
are doing obeisance in our own puniness to
its irresistible will.
In one sense, indeed, the appearance of a
balloon in the sky is always the signal for a
certain amount of commotion. Dogs begin
to bark furiously, poultry begin to run to
and fro in evident alarm, whilst cattle stand
gazing in astonishment or scamper off in
terror, as people used to do—so we suppose—when
hippogriffs were in the habit of
alighting at their doors. One French aeronaut
remarks very drily that the best mode
of obtaining a correct estimate of the population
of any given district is to approach it
in a balloon, for then every individual rushes
out of doors to look at the visitor, and so
'the people can be counted like marbles.'
Another states that in passing over Calais the
only figure that did not lift its head to gaze
at the travellers was the Duc de Guise, whose
bust in the Place d'Armes was incapable, for
good reasons, of paying them that act of
homage.
Other things being duly considered, the
chief business of a balloonist in descending
is to select an open and unincumbered locality.
To plump down upon a cathedral,
or impale his car upon the top of a spire; to
allow it to alight amongst the clashing trees
of a forest, or to attempt to ground it amongst
the chimneys and gables of a crowded town,
would be pretty much the same as for a
sailor to run his vessel amongst the breakers,
or to drive it full tilt against the nearest
lighthouse. The experienced navigator
knows where to throw out his grapnel, and
this, digging into the soil or catching in the
rocks, or laying hold of any object from a
tree to a tombstone, will bring the big airship
to anchor, and enable the crew, with a
little management, to disembark.
But having landed, what kind of a reception
shall we encounter? That is a question
of some little consequence. There are two
ways of dealing with aeronauts: the first is
to invite them to dinner and offer them beds
for the night; the other is to make an extortionate
claim for damages, or carry them
before the magistrates as trespassers. The
latter practice is much in vogue in rustic
regions. You have scarcely leaped out of
the car than up there comes an angry farmer,
vociferating loudly, gesticulating frantically,
and when he sees his fences broken
down, and his crops trampled under foot by
a crowd of villagers who rush to the spot
to inspect the stranger from the clouds, his
wrath rises to the boiling point (far below
212° Fah.), and the brute threatens immediate
arrest, or appears to be on the eve of inflicting
personal chastisement. In some instances,
attempts have been made to distrain
upon the balloon, damage feasant, as lawyers
would say, though it would have puzzled the
bumpkins to determine how such an unmanageable
object could be safely lodged in
the village pound.
When the first hydrogen balloon fell at
Gonesse, near Paris (1783), a most extraordinary
scene was witnessed. The inhabitants
of the village were struck with terror upon
seeing an unknown monster descending from
the sky. A genuine dragon could not have
excited more consternation. Was it some
fabulous animal realized in the flesh, or was
it the great fiend in proper (or improper)
person? On all sides they fled. Many
sought an asylum at the house of the curé,
who thought that the wisest mode of dealing
with the intruder was to subject it to exorcism.
Under his guidance they proceeded
falteringly to the spot where it lay, heaving
with strange contortion. They waited to
see what effect the good man's presence
would produce, but the creature seemed to
be utterly insensible to his fulminations.
At length one of the crowd, more intrepid
than the rest, took aim with his fowling-piece,
and tore it so severely with the shot
that it began to collapse rapidly; whereupon
the rest, summoning up courage, darted forward
and battered it with flails or gashed it
with pitchforks. The outrush of gas was so
great that they were driven back for the
time, but when the dying monster appeared
exhausted, the peasants fastened it to the
tail of a horse and drove it along until the
carcase was utterly dismembered.
The rustics who witnessed the first descent
in England—Lunardi's, in Hertfordshire—shrank
from the aeronaut as a very equivocal
personage, because he had arrived on
what they called the 'devil's horse.' Nor
are these terrors wholly extinct in the present
day, for Flammarion gives a description
(with the pencil as well as the pen) of a descent
in which men appear to be flying, children
screaming, and animals scampering,
whilst the balloon with its flags and streamers,
waving fantastically on each side like
long arms or tentaculæ, is regarded by them
as some formidable being coming from the
clouds. 'It is the devil himself!' they exclaim.
But having anchored, and escaped all the
perils due to chimney-tops or infuriated farmers,
the first question we put will doubtless
be—Where are we? A more unfortunate
query could scarcely be propounded. It expresses
the greatest of all the infirmities
under which the balloon labours—namely,
that no mortal can tell us beforehand where
we shall alight. Would it not be rather inconvenient
if a traveller, on setting out from
Derby, were unable to say whether he should
land at Liverpool or at Hull, at Brighton or
at Berwick-upon-Tweed? For aught we
know, we might find ourselves, after ascending
from the most central part of England,
hovering over the Irish Sea or the English
Channel, with simple power to rise into the
clouds or plunge into the waves, but with
none to choose any horizontal path or enter
any particular port. Whilst drifting tranquilly
along in a current, we could hardly
fail to ask whether no means could be adopted
for propelling balloons in the air as is the
case with vessels on the water. Put out our
oars? Unhappily they would do little to
assist our progress, for, however broad their
blades, they would meet with small resistance
from the thin medium into which they were
dipped. Rely upon paddle-wheels? Just
as bad! There is no dense fluid like water
to grip, and the floats would spin around
almost as vainly as if they were worked in
the receiver of an air-pump. Besides, the
inflated globe with its suspended car does not
constitute a rigid and inflexible whole, and
if it did, the attempt to drive it against or
athwart a current, in its present form, would
be like rowing a man-of-war, with all its canvas
stretched, right in the teeth of a gale.
It would be impossible in an article like
this to glance at the innumerable schemes
which have been propounded for the guidance
and propulsion of balloons. Wonderful
ingenuity has been expended upon the
subject. In one project, for example, the
waste gas, instead of being idly discharged,
was to be conveyed into an apparatus from
which it would issue with a centrifugal force
capable—so it was fondly supposed—of
urging the aerostat in any given direction.
In another, the balloon itself was to be converted
into a kind of screw, so that when
turned by means of a small engine, it should
advance at each motion through a space proportioned
to the distance between the threads
of this monster spiral. M. Farcot gives us a
description, in a little treatise on Atmospheric
Navigation,[48] of a petit navire aèrien
de plaisance, framed like a flying whale, 100
yards in length, with an extensive gallery
slung below, and fitted up with fins or wings,
by means of which it is to be propelled.
The picture of this marvellous structure is
so enchanting, that we feel an irrepressible
desire to mingle with the passengers who
seem to be lounging luxuriously over the
balcony, and who are evidently as much at
home as if they were taking a pleasure excursion
in a steamer on Windermere or the
Lake of Geneva. M. Dupuy de Dôme not
long since received a grant from the French
Government to enable him to construct a
fish-like machine to be worked by a screw,
and assisted by a sort of swimming bladder.
Indeed, a large number of persons, either
doubting or despairing of man's power to
master the balloon in its ordinary form, rest
their hopes upon the construction of machines
which, whether lighter or heavier than
the air, shall be driven through the atmosphere
by brute force, if it may be so called.
Mr. Glaisher does not, of course, share in
these views. He tells us that he has attempted
no improvement in the management
of the balloon, that he found it was wholly
at the mercy of the winds, and that he saw
no probability of any method of steering it
being ever discovered. Fonvielle and Tissandier,
on the other hand, whilst admitting
that the machine is still in its infantile stage,
complain that the engineers have not yet
brought all their resources to bear upon the
subject, and entertain some vague notion
that what has been done for locomotives,
for steamboats, and ordinary sailing vessels,
will surely be done for the ships of the air,
forgetting that the problem to be solved is
not exactly how you shall skim the surface
of the water in a boat, but rather how you
could drive a frigate through the fluid with
its sails set when sunk to a depth of many
feet, and this with the whole body of water
in motion in a different direction. M. Flammarion
remarks that a bird is much heavier
than its bulk of air, yet the eagle and the
condor, massive as they are, soar with ease
to the tops of the tallest rocks; and shall
man, he inquires (especially a Frenchman,
to whom the empire of the air properly belongs[49]),
be beaten by a bird? M. Flammarion
declines. M. Farcot positively refuses.
For all purposes of aerial travelling, however,
the painful fact remains, which may,
perhaps, be most summarily expressed by
saying that there is no Bradshaw for balloons.
When the day comes in which it
can be announced that 'highflyers' or 'great
aerials' will leave Trafalgar-square for Paris
or Dublin, weather permitting, at a certain
hour; or that balloon trains will regularly
ply between Hull and Hamburg, or, better
still, that a Cunard or Collins line of atmospheric
steamers has been established between
London and New York, then the apparatus
will be admitted into the noble army
of machines which, like the ship, the locomotive,
the steam-engine, the spinning jenny,
the telescope, the mariner's compass, the
electric telegraph, and many others, have
rendered such splendid service to mankind.
Some dozen years ago, indeed, an aerial
ship, intended to traverse the Atlantic, was
announced as in course of construction in
America, by Mr. Lowe. Weighing from
three to four tons in itself, it was to possess
an ascending power equal to twenty-two tons.
Its capacity was to be five times larger than
that of any previous machine. Fifteen miles
of cord were to be employed in the network
alone. Beneath the car a boat thirty feet
in length was to be slung, and this skiff was
to be fitted up with masts, sails, and paddle-wheels,
in order that the crew might take to
the water in case their balloon failed them
at sea. Copper condensers were to be attached,
in order that additional gas might
be driven into the globe, or surplus gas abstracted,
as occasion demanded, the object
of this contrivance being to enable the navigators
to raise or lower themselves without
wasting any precious material. The ship
was to be directed by an apparatus containing
a fan like that of a winnowing machine,
and this was to be worked by an Ericsson's
caloric engine of four-horse power. Various
ingenious appliances, amongst others a
sounding line one mile in length to show the
course of the atmospheric currents, were to
be adopted, and it was confidently hoped
that this Great Eastern of the atmosphere,
which was to be styled the City of New
York, would cross the Atlantic in not less
than three days, and possibly in two! We
regret to say that it has not yet put into any
European port, though its arrival would be
hailed with more satisfaction than the first
steamship, the Sirius, was in America.
Let it not be supposed, however, that the
balloon, even in its present rudimentary condition,
is available for frivolous or exceptional
purposes alone—for the former, when
it is used as a brilliant supplement to some
display of fireworks; for the latter, when
we happen to be locked up in some steel-begirded
city. For scientific objects it may
be difficult to overrate its value as a 'floating
observatory,' and we cannot refrain from
sharing in M. Fonvielle's chagrin when he
tells us how, on one occasion, after preparing
to view an eclipse from a lofty elevation, he
found that his aeronaut was not ready to set
out until the eclipse was over; or how on
another, when all had been arranged to make
a sally amongst the November meteors on
one of their grand gala nights, he found, on
arriving at the spot, that the workmen had
taken to flight in consequence of the escape
of the gas, and that his only chance was to
go up the 'day after the fair.' Many uses
also may be found for captive balloons.
Half in jest, M. Flammarion inquires, whether
these might not be pleasantly employed
in traversing the deserts where camels or
dromedaries constitute the ordinary means
of conveyance. How uncomfortable is a
seat upon the back of one of these brutes—what
patience it requires to endure the tearing,
jerking motions of these ships of the
wilderness—most wanderers in the East well
know, and perhaps painfully remember.
Suppose, then, that an aerostat were harnessed
to a dromedary and drawn peacefully
along, whilst the traveller sat softly in the
car—reading, smoking, sleeping, dreaming—without
a single jolt to mar his enjoyment,
would not this be a blessed improvement in
locomotion? Half in jest, too, we might
carry the idea a little further, and ask whether,
if balloons occupied by delicate voyagers
were attached to steamers, and allowed
to float at a sufficient height, so as to reduce
the see-saw motion of the vessels to an imperceptible
quantity, the pains of that abhorrent
malady, sea-sickness, might not be
avoided in crossing the Channel, or making
small marine excursions?
So, many homely uses for captive balloons
might be imagined. A traveller in Russia
gives an account of a church at St. Petersburg
with a lofty spire crowned with a large
globe, upon which stood an angel supporting
a cross. The figure began to bend, and
great fears were entertained lest it should
come down with a terrible crash. How
could it be repaired was the question? To
erect a proper scaffold would involve a formidable
expense, and yet to reach the object
without it seemed utterly impracticable, for
the spire was covered with gilded copper,
and looked more unscaleable than the Matterhorn.
A workman, however, undertook
the task. The plates of metal had been attached
by nails which were left projecting.
Furnished with short pieces of cord, looped
at both extremities, he slung one end over a
nail, and placing his feet in the other, raised
himself a short distance: this enabled him
to reach a little higher and fasten another
loop over another nail, and so by repeating
the process, and mounting from stirrup to
stirrup, he crawled up, until by a still more
daring manœuvre he threw a cord over the
globe, and then finally clambered to the side
of the figure. A ladder of ropes was next
drawn up, and the rest of the work became
comparatively easy of execution; but with a
captive balloon the needful materials might
have been sent up, and the angel put in repair,
without costing an anxious thought, or
jeopardising either life or limb.
How far it is possible to employ a balloon
for purposes of exploration in quarters
which are naturally inaccessible, or at any
rate difficult of approach, must be a question
dependent in no small degree upon the power
of replenishing the machine with gas or
heated air. It would, doubtless, be a fine
thing if men could thus sail over all the obstructions
which fence in the two poles, and
pry into the Antarctic continent, or solve
the problem of a hidden Arctic sea. Many
years ago Mr. Hampton designed, and we
believe completed, a big Montgolfier, which
was to be employed in the search after Sir
John Franklin. The machine was to be inflated
by means of hot air produced by the
agency of a great stove; but, if the necessity
for a supply of the ordinary gas was thus
avoided, the demand for fuel in regions
where neither timber nor coal could be had
(blubber, indeed, might perhaps have been
procured), must have proved an insuperable
difficulty, and the enterprise would probably
have terminated in leaving the aeronauts
stranded on some icy waste, without any
better means of return than were possessed
by the poor lost ones themselves.
Let us not part from this subject, however,
without informing the reader that if
M. Flammarion's views are correct, it is the
most important topic under the sun. 'For,'
says he, with the look of a prophet and the
tone of a poet, 'when the conquest of the
air shall have been achieved, universal fraternity
will be established upon the earth,
everlasting peace will descend to us from
heaven, and the last links which divide men
and nations will be severed.' Without laying
any stress upon the oracular form of
this prediction—and the indefinite 'when'
may conceal some sly reference to the Greek
Kalends—we regret to say that we cannot
join in his jubilant conclusion. Our firm
persuasion is, that in the present state of
affairs, seeing that so large a portion of the
world's revenue is squandered upon fighting
purposes, one of the first steps which would
be taken in case the 'conquest of the air'
were perfected to-morrow, would be to fit
out a fleet of war-balloons, to raise a standing
army of aeronauts, to add a new and
afflictive department to our annual estimates,
and to encourage the Chancellor of
the Exchequer to make another assault
upon the match-sellers, and probably to double
our income-tax without compunction.
Art. III.—Early Sufferings of the Free
Church of Scotland.
(1.) Illustrations of the Principles of Toleration
in Scotland. Edinburgh. 1846.
(2.) The Headship of Christ and the Rights
of the Christian People. By the late
Hugh Miller. Nimmo, Edinburgh.
(3.) The Cruise of the Betsy. By Hugh
Miller. Nimmo.
(4.) Evidence before a Committee of the
House of Commons on the Refusal of
Sites for Churches in Scotland, 1847.
(5.) Statement on the Law of Church Patronage,
prepared by a Committee of the
General Assembly of the Church of Scotland,
in compliance with a suggestion of
the Right Hon. W. E. Gladstone. William
Blackwood and Sons. 1870.
We were enabled to present our readers last
year with what we believe to be the only full
sketch in existence, drawn from authentic
and official documents, of the rise and progress
during a quarter of a century, of the
Free Church of Scotland. From the figures
there quoted it was made clear that at the
very time when the Archbishop of Canterbury
was proclaiming that this voluntary
church was 'a failure' financially, its yearly
income, steadily increasing from £275,000
of its earliest lustrum, had at last reached
the highest point of £400,000; and that
just when his Grace was asserting that
'whereas for a time it went forth triumphantly,
now the ministers in all remote places are
utterly destitute,' these remote ministers had,
for the first time (although their number was
doubled) attained the minimum stipend proposed
by Dr. Chalmers of £150 each. The
organization and machinery by which such
a striking success has been achieved, as well
as the principles which gave the original impulse
to the body, were worthy of careful
statement and study. Yet while devoting
exclusive attention to these, we became gradually
conscious that we were treading coldly
upon the ashes of what history will describe
as a marvellous outburst of self-sacrifice.
The pathos and the suffering of that
sad but noble year of 1843 have never yet
been brought before English readers, but
there is not so much heroism among us that
we can afford to lose from the annals of this
easy-going modern time so startling a narrative.
'Ah! that was something like disestablishment,'
said a minister of the Free Kirk to
us in the spring when the precedents of the
Irish Church Bill were being discussed. He
had been arguing that besides assuring their
life-interests to the Irish clergy, it would be
only fair to make a present to them of their
glebes and parsonages. 'You should let a
working-man take his working tools with
him,' said our friend, and he was not sorry
when the House of Lords gave a million or
so of money to the new body. We were
rash enough in reply to ask whether he got
any equivalent for a glebe when a quarter of
a century ago he and his two boys left the
pleasant manse of B—— overlooking the
Great Strath. But we had touched too
deep a sore. The old man cheerfully turned
it off with the words we have quoted above,
but we could not forgive ourselves; and the
thing led us back to enquire into some extraordinary
scenes which took place in Scotland
when many of the present generation
were too young to observe them.
For this chapter of forgotten heroism, in
which men of kindred blood and almost of
our own generation took part, there are fortunately
authentic as well as vividly descriptive
materials. The reports presented year
by year to the Scotch General Assemblies
are the most public of all documents, and
are intended to invite challenge and scrutiny.
The evidence presented to the House of
Commons Committee in 1848 is of great importance
and of unquestioned authority.
The writings of a man of genius like Hugh
Miller will carry part of the truth down to
other generations of readers. And yet,
while much is known, much must ever remain
untold. Scotchmen, who are men of
education, and in a sacred office, are precisely
the men to cover the sharpest pangs of
poverty, and dread of poverty, with an impenetrable
covering of reserve; and now
that twenty-six years have passed, most of
those grave, suffering faces have gone down
into a deeper silence. Besides, the Free
Kirk has come to be so proud of its extraordinary
success in reconstruction, that it has
rather attempted (notably in the recent debates
in the House of Commons) to throw
into the background the anguish of its birth,
and to dwell rather on the achievements of
the whole than on the sufferings of individuals.
Our business is now rather with the
latter, and fortunately there is one additional
source whence this information can be derived.
Dr. Thomas Guthrie, of Edinburgh,
is known chiefly by his philanthropic efforts,
after the example of Dr. Chalmers, to provide
churches and schools and ragged schools
for the masses in the large towns of Scotland;
but the great achievement of his life, and
one, too, for which men of all parties can
now join in his praise, was that marvellous
tour through Scotland in the year 1845, as
the result of which parsonages, or 'manses'
as they are called in Scotland, were actually
provided for the seven hundred ministers,
most of whom had been left homeless a
year or two before, and whose places in
the Establishment had all now been filled
up. In the course of this great 'circumnavigation
of charity,' he naturally became acquainted
with facts and details, some of
which found their way into speeches published
at the time, and it is fortunate that
we can still quote, from one of the greatest
platform orators whether of England or Scotland,
some of the fresh facts of that suffering
time.
Until we recently came to the knowledge
of these documents, we had the feeling that
this suffering must have consisted more in
apprehension or imagination than in actual
privations—that the terrible dread which
haunted men who were giving up their
whole livings had scarcely any actual realization.
And even though this turns out not
to be the case, it is plain from Dr. Guthrie's
own statements, that all over Scotland the
approaching trial struck a chill to the hearts
even of those who were determined to face
it:—
'I remember,' he says, 'in a certain district
of country, a minister said to me, "You think
there is no chance of a settlement?" I said,
"We are as certain of being out as that the
sun shall rise to-morrow." I was struck by
something like a groan, which came from the
very heart of the mother of the family; they
had had many trials in their day: there had
been cradles and coffins in their home, and the
place was endeared by many associations to
the mother; there was not a flower or shrub or
a tree but what was dear to her—some of them
were planted by the hands of those who were
in their graves,—and that woman's heart was
like to break. I remember another instance,
where there was a venerable mother who had
gone to the place when it was a wilderness,
but who, with her husband, had turned it into
an Eden. Her husband had died there. Her
son was now the minister. This venerable
woman was above eighty years of age; yes,
and I never felt more disposed to give up my
work than in that house. I could contemplate
the children being driven from their home;
but when I looked on that venerable widow
and mother, with the snows and sorrows of
eighty years upon her head, and saw her anxiety
about two things, namely, that Lord
Aberdeen should bring in a bill to settle the
question, but her anxiety, at the same time,
that if Lord Aberdeen did not bring in a satisfactory
measure, her son should do his duty,—I
could not but feel that it was something
like a cruel work to tear out such a venerable
tree—to tear her away from the house that
was dearest to her on earth.'
For, as we formerly said, compared with
this blow, the disestablishment of the Irish
Church was a fall into the lap of luxury.
Every minister in Scotland who adhered to
the Church lost his income in one day—Whit-sunday
of 1843. On the same day
they lost their dwellings. The professors
of divinity, with Chalmers at their head;
the missionaries, with Dr. Duff at their
head; the humble schoolmasters, with no
great name to sustain them—were all turned
out at the same moment. And the great
strain and crisis of conscience must have
been in the spring of that year, when those
who in 1842 had pledged themselves, with
two-thirds of the Assembly, 'to endure resignedly
the loss of the temporal blessings
of the Establishment,' saw that there was to
be no escape from the sacrifice. The dread
and depression must often have been extreme;
yet it was not unmixed with a sustaining
joy, as in the case of the following
story, with reference to Dr. Charles Mackintosh
(a venerated minister in the North,
whose memorials have recently been published),
for which we are indebted to a correspondent
who is a native of the Highlands:—
'One morning in the spring of 1843, I jumped
early out of bed, for my head was full of
marbles and peg-tops, and a dozen or so of
games before breakfast has its attractions for
a schoolboy. To my astonishment, I found
my father down before me; nay, he had evidently
been there for some time, for the moment
I appeared he folded up the newspaper
in which he had been so unseasonably engaged,
and—with a break in his voice indicating an
emotion that was quite unaccountable to me—he
asked me to take it at once over to the manse,
with his compliments to the minister. I went
very readily, for, besides the comfort of fingering
the marbles in my pocket, the hedge-rows
were full of young birds upon whom legitimate
hostilities could be waged in passing. But as
I went I reflected on the austere and stately
image of the minister—a man everywhere
respected, but whose face inspired awe rather
than love in the beholder—(Had I not seen the
town-boys break and scatter round one corner
of the street as soon as he appeared at the
other?)—and I resolved that my interview
with him should be short. And it was shorter
than I expected, for I had scarcely got
out of the sunshine into the manse evergreens,
when I found him in the porch; and when I
offered him the newspaper, he showed me that
he had already got the Times, by some unusual
express, and as he spoke he patted my head
and smiled—but such a smile, so full of radiant
kindliness! I was confounded; and as
I went back between the edges the birds sang
unheeded while I thought what could be up
with the minister. Had anybody left him a
fortune? or had he met one of the shining
ones walking among the hollies in that early
dawn? And it was not for some weeks that
I found out that this was what had happened—the
newspaper that morning had brought
him the vote of the House of Commons, finally
refusing an inquiry into the affairs of the
Scotch Church, and so making it certain that
within a few weeks he and his aged mother
would leave for ever the home, at the door of
which I saw him; in which his father, the previous
minister, had dwelt peacefully before
him, but which the son would now have to
quit without retaining a farthing of his income
for the future. Of course he came out, and
470 ministers with him.'
For the crisis followed in May. The disruption
itself (as the actual and final wrench
given to the Church came to be called) concentrated
the anguish of the general sacrifice
in a very painful, but, at the same time, a
more poetical form. Sir George Harvey,
the present President of the Scottish Academy,
has painted the 'Leaving of the
Manse' with much dignity and power: the
grey-haired pastor moving with feeble steps
from the well-known door; his wife's quiet
tears, as she guides the child whose pet
lamb refuses to accompany it in its early
exile; the awe-struck respect of the rustics
around, while the men take off their caps,
and the women throw their aprons over
their faces and sob. Yet the words which
immediately follow what we have already
quoted from Dr. Guthrie, are, perhaps, the
most memorable record of the feelings which
accompanied the final step:—
'I remember passing a manse on a moonlight
night, with the minister who had left it,—for
the cause of truth, his brother Scotchman
earnestly adds—'No light shone from the
house, and no smoke arose. Pointing to it in
the moonlight, I said, "Oh, my friend, it was
a noble thing to leave that house." "Ah,
yes," he replied; "it was a noble thing, but for
all that it was a bitter thing. I shall never forget
the night I left that house till I am laid in
my grave. When I saw my wife and children
go forth in the gloaming, when I saw them for
the last time leave our own door; and when
in the dark I was left alone, with none but my
God in the house; and when I had to take water
and quench the fire on my own hearth, and
put out the candle in my own house, and turn
the key against myself, and my wife, and my
little ones that night—God in His mercy grant
that such a night I may never again see! It
was a noble thing to leave the manse, and I
bless God for the grace that was given to me;
but, for all that, it was a cruel and bitter night
to me."'
The actual circumstances of departure
must have been very various: 'One minister
writes to us that he left the manse with
his family in a snow-storm, when the mountain
was white with snow, and the sky was
black with drift; but that he never knew so
much of the peace of God as he did that
night, when following his wife and children
as they were carted over the mountain, without
knowing where they were to find a place
to dwell in.'
And in many places over Scotland, this
was the beginning of sorrows. In some
parts, and especially in the large towns, the
actual hardships were nothing worse than
diminution of income and straitened circumstances;
while in not a few cases even that
was not felt. But in the country, and especially
in the Highlands, it was different. It
was some years before the manses were
built, and homelessness added to poverty
pressed heavily on the outed ministers.
'I remember well,' writes the Highland correspondent
we have already quoted from, and
for whose accuracy and good faith we can
vouch, 'how I used to watch one man, the
minister of the neighbouring parish of E——,
who, like many others, was unable to find a
place to dwell in among his own people, and
had to come into the neighbouring town. He
was a scholarly and cultivated man, who in his
early days had attained much academical distinction
at a Northern University, but a weak
chest and a threatening of heart complaint now
bore heavily upon him. Yet week after week,
as every Sabbath morning came round, he persisted
in driving away for miles through that
first inclement winter, to meet his congregation;
and I can remember to this day his keen,
delicate face set to meet a heavy snow-storm
from the north-west, while a hacking cough
shook his whole frame as he set out on his
journey, four miles of which must pass ere he
caught sight of the well-sheltered manse, which
the year before he had left for ever.'
But those who, like him, found shelter in
a town dwelling, however humble, were not
worst off. The great difficulty was in the
country; even where harbouring the minister
was not forbidden (as in some cases,
from a desire to crush out the movement, it
was) by the great landlords. And of course
it was with this that Dr. Guthrie's facts
chiefly dealt.
'I have a letter here from a man who has
suffered more for gospel truth than any other
I know. He says that he has been obliged to
pack two nurses and eight children into two
beds, in the small house to which they have
removed. His wife took a cold in October,
which there was some apprehension might end
in consumption; and at my own table he told
me, what was enough to melt a heart of stone,
that when he and his family gather together at
the family altar, they have not room to kneel
before Almighty God, and some of them require
to kneel on the floor of the passage before
they can unite together in their family devotions.
Some of our ministers write that they
live in crofter's houses; some in places as damp
as cellars, where a candle will not burn. One
says he sits with his great coat on; another
that the curtains of his bed shake at night like
the sails of a ship in a storm. One minister, a
friend of mine, lives in a house which every
wind of heaven blows through. On getting up
one morning he found the house all comparatively
comfortable, and wondered what good
genius had been putting it in order, when he
discovered that a heavy shower of snow had
fallen, and stopped up the crevices of the
roof.'
Narrating this to a vast meeting in Glasgow,
at the close of which he announced
that upwards of £10,000 had been subscribed
during that one day for his scheme,
Dr. Guthrie added, with Scotch shrewdness,
'I said to my friend, that I was glad he had
told me that story, for if that shower of
snow did not produce a shower of notes, I
would be very much disappointed.' The
story of the shower of snow was hearsay;
but we must make room for what the
speaker testifies to having seen with his
own eyes.
'Some of you may have read of the death
of Mr. Baird, the minister of Cockburnspath, a
man of piety, a man of science, a man of amiable
disposition, and of the kindest heart, but
a man dealt most unkindly by; although he
would not have done a cruel or unjust thing
to the meanest of God's creatures. I was
asked to go and preach for a collection to his
manse, last winter. He left one of the loveliest
manses in Scotland. He might have lived
in comfort in Dunbar, seven or eight miles
away, but what was to become of his people?
They were smiting the shepherd, that they
might scatter the sheep. No, said Mr. Baird,
be the consequences what they may, I shall
stand by my own people. I went out last
winter, and found him in a mean cottage, consisting
of two rooms, a but and a ben, with a
cellar-like closet below, and a garret above;
and I honestly declare, that the house was so
small and so cold that, when sitting by the fire,
the one part of the body was almost frozen,
while the other was scorched by the heat.
Night came, and I asked where I was to sleep.
He showed me a closet; there was a fire-place
in it, but it was a mockery, for no fire could
be put in it; the walls were damp. I looked
horrified at the place; but there was no better.
Now, said I to Mr. Baird, where are you to
sleep? Come, said he, and I will show you.
So he climbed a sort of trap stair, and got up
to the garret, and there was the minister's
study, with a chair, a table, and a flock bed.
His health was evidently sinking under his
sufferings; and, but that I was not well myself,
I never would have permitted him to lie
on such a bed. A few inches above were the
slates of the roof, without any covering, and
as white with hoar frost within, as they were
white with snow without. When he came down
next morning, after a sleepless night, I asked
him how he had been, and he told me that he
had never closed an eye, from the cold. His
very breath on the blankets was frozen as
hard as the ice outside. I say, that man lies
in a martyr's grave ... and I would rather,
like him this day, be laid in the grave, with a
grateful Church to raise my honored monument,
than dwell in the proudest palaces of
those that sent him there.'
We have exscinded from these quotations,
not only all polemics, but such not unnatural
expressions of indignation as the brethren of
the more unfortunate ministers slipped into.
There is no injustice in omitting these now,
for the time has come when all parties, and
in particular most of the members of the
Scotch Established Church, are earnest in
expressing their admiration of the heroism
of those who suffered. But, in order to
bring out the story completely, and, in particular,
to do justice to the difficulties in
the face of which the enormous task of
covering the land with voluntary churches
and manses and ministers was accomplished,
it is necessary to go farther down, and refer
to another historical chapter. We allude to
the facts which came out in the Committee
of the House of Commons on 'Sites for
Churches (Scotland),' in 1847. No doubt
these hardships have nearly all now passed
away, and the great landowners, themselves
chiefly members of the Church of England,
have, almost in every case, consented to sell
to the poorer congregations of the Church
ground on which to erect churches. But at
first it was perhaps natural that men, most
of them imperfectly acquainted with their
countrymen, should have conceived it possible
to stamp out, or starve out, the new
church. And, accordingly, some very strong
things were done. The writer happened to be
acquainted with one district, where a gentleman
of large property, a man, too, of immense
energy and public spirit, entertained a passionate
opposition to the popular movement,
and had been heard to declare, shortly before
the disruption, that he would 'give five hundred
trees from his woods, to hang the seceding
ministers upon.' Those innocent vegetables
were, fortunately, not called upon
to bear the novos fructus et non sua poma,
thus destined for them; but Mr. R—— soon
tried another course, which was practically
of not much more use. He suddenly issued
a notice, that every labourer on his estates,
who did not go to the parish church, should
cease, after next Monday, to work on his
land. Now, in that part of the Highlands,
as in most others, the people had gone out
en masse with their ministers, and no one
would go to the Established Church for the
heaviest bribe. What was the result of the
attempt at coercion? The result was simply
this, that on that Monday no plough or spade
was touched on all his estates; and Mr. R——,
proud and passionate as he was, had simply
and unconditionally to surrender—knowing,
too, that he had consolidated the whole
country-side in a bond of mutual allegiance,
which would long survive the living generation
of men. The same sort of oppression
was attempted in particular cases for years
afterwards. So late as 1847, we find, in the
evidence before Parliament, many cases, e.g.,
a witness, whose family had been tenants of
a farm, in Strathspey, for many generations,
'probably since 1630,' saying, that 'there is
a general rumour prevalent in the district,
and among the adherents of the Free Church,
that certain of their number may be made
examples of at the earliest opportunity, in
the way of being evicted from their farms,
possessions, or holdings', and expressing his
own lively apprehensions in consequence.
Nor was this general belief unfounded. A
poor woman, who had offered a shed on her
holding, where the congregation might meet,
'got a message from his lordship's factor,
through another person, that, in the event
of her granting such a site, he would withdraw
her lease.' One Donald Cameron, in
the same place, who, being an elder in the
church, had come out with his brethren,
was urged by the same middleman with the
sensible argument, 'Why, I conceive you to
be the greatest fool in the nation; might
not a minister who remained within the
walls of a church, be as instrumental in
saving your soul, as those who preach in
woods or fields?' but, on this very fair reasoning
failing to make him abandon his own
pastor and principles, he was summarily
turned out of his situation as the great
man's overseer. But the most curious instance
of this sort of thing being carried
out systematically is given in the evidence
of Mr. M——, of Skye, who was factor
for Lord Macdonald, in that island. In this
case, not only was the minister refused a
holding, but a list was made out of all the
collectors who ventured to go round and
gather up the small contributions of their
brethren, and all of them received summary
notice to quit, some under circumstances of
the greatest hardship. The factor, who
seemed, at last, to be somewhat ashamed
of the transaction, told the Committee that
'It was Lord Macdonald himself who gave
me the list of such as he wished to be served
with notices, on account of their being collectors.
The day he was leaving the country
he gave me a list, and said, "Here is a
list of fellows that must have notice to
quit."' One of the poor men travelled all
the way up to London to try to persuade
his landlord to be merciful; but, as the factor
told the Committee, 'I rather think his
lordship did not look at his petition.' Nor
was it merely the officials connected with
the Free Church who were turned out: the
innkeeper and the miller of the district were
both ejected on account of their being members,
or, as the factor put it, partisans, of
that body. 'Being, as we considered, public
servants, we thought it better to remove
them.' The Committee was very severe in
dealing with the allegations of partisanship
made ex post facto against these unfortunate
people, the factor not being able to say that
he had ever hinted such a reason to themselves.
Mr. Bouverie's question to the factor,
'Was any locus penitentiæ allowed to
the miller?' was met by the curious reply,
'That would be interfering with the man's
conscience, if he thought he was acting
rightly,' and Mr. Fox Maule's rejoinder,
'And you think it was no interference with
his conscience, turning him out of his farm?'
received the placid answer, 'No.' Niel
Nicholson, one of the unfortunate Free
Churchmen removed at this time to make
way for a teacher of the Established Church,
at the time he received notice to quit, had a
bedridden wife, and his son the eldest of
eight or ten children, laid up with a broken
leg. Another man, removed by a brother
of the Established minister, after being
ejected from his land had nowhere to go,
and lived for a considerable time in a kind
of tent by the roadside, at last receiving
shelter from the very factor of Lord Macdonald
whose general conduct seems to have
been so harsh. The correspondence brought
in evidence before the Committee on this
occasion was very instructive, as in the case
of the following laconic missive:—
'Armadale, 16th November, 1846.
Sir,—I refuse a site for a Free Church for
your people.
I am, sir, your obedient servant,
Macdonald.'
But the same minister who was thus addressed
as to his church, wrote a very respectful
letter to his landlord, as to his house,
trusting 'that your Lordship does not really
intend to drive me, with my young and helpless
family, out of my present dwelling-house.'
'I am willing to give any rents for the same
which another will offer; and should your
Lordship not choose to give the farm on any
terms, I would be satisfied with the house, and
grass for two cows and a horse. The building
of this house cost me £150, and I have
been at considerable expense in improving the
farm, for which, from the shortness of the lease,
I have had as yet little or no returns. Will
your Lordship allow me to observe without
offence, that at a time[50] when we are all suffering
under the chastening hand of our heavenly
Father, it looks somewhat unseemly that
we should be the occasion of suffering to one
another. I have already taken the principal
part in distributing food supplied by the Free
Church among your Lordship's cotters and
crofters in this country. I am at this moment
in receipt of nearly £40 (I may now say £100)
from respectable private parties in London,
Edinburgh, and Glasgow, with which I am
helping to relieve much of the present distress,
besides lessening the burden of supporting
many of the people to your Lordship and
tenants. From all these considerations, I
might naturally expect some favour at your
Lordship's hands.'
The answer to this letter came through,
another factor, to the effect that 'Lord Macdonald
instructs me to inform you that he
has received your letter, and that it is not
his intention either to grant you a site or
give you any lands;' adding that the landlord
would not give him any compensation
for his improvements, and that 'he had
brought it all on himself' by persisting in
staying with his present congregation.
But with the House of Commons Blue-book
before us, let us leave cases of individual
suffering for a time, and look at the
case of whole congregations. Throughout
Scotland the Free Church was, with labour
and difficulty, erecting places in which to
worship God. But in many places the landlords
refused a foot of soil on which to do
it. The congregations who met in the open
air were not much to be pitied at their starting,
for it was summer, and a thorough soaking
with rain was the worst that befel them.
But as the first winter of 1843 darkened
down upon them, it was no wonder that men
and women gathering weekly under a canvas
tent, and in some cases without even that,
but in the open air, under the bitter inclemency
of the northern sky, began to set up
piteous requests to be permitted to meet
under some roof, or at least to be allowed
land on which to erect a roof to cover them.
But in many instances this was refused; and
during that winter, in different districts of
Scotland whole congregations of not men
only, but delicate women and children (after
coming, as the Scotch manner is, many miles
to worship or to sacrament), remained
through each Sunday of December, January,
and February, under whatever variety of
snow, sleet, slush, frost, rain, and ice, their
native sky, rich in such alternations, chose
to pour upon them. Another year came
round, and though by this time a number of
the proprietors had relented, a great many
stood firm, and the second winter showed
the same kind of suffering as the first. The
following circumstances in which one of the
ordinary services in a congregation in the
South of Scotland, in February of the year
1844, was held, must have had parallels during
the same months, especially in Skye, and
the Western Isles, and the Highlands of Inverness
and other counties. But it is given
by the Edinburgh minister who conducted
the meeting, and whose evidence on matters
of which he was eye-witness we have already
found so graphic. In this case the congregation
had met for some time in a canvas
tent on a piece of moor or waste ground by
the permission of the tenant; but the landlord,
who had already refused a site, checkmated
this evasion of his will by procuring
an interdict, or order of Court, and the congregation
were driven in the beginning of
winter to meet on the public road, and to
try to erect their tent there. But the tent
could not be erected without digging holes
for the poles, and making holes in the public
road was an illegal proceeding, which they
were afraid to attempt so soon after being
driven off a waste moor. Consequently,
they met all that winter without shelter, as
described in the following private letter,
written at the time, but afterwards read publicly
to the Committee of the House of Commons:—
'Well wrapped up, I drove out yesterday
morning to Canobie, the hills white with snow,
the roads covered ankle deep in many places
with slush, the wind high and cold, thick rain
lashing on, and the Esk by our side all the way,
roaring in the snow-flood between bank and
brae. We passed Johnnie Armstrong's tower,
yet strong even in its ruins, and after a drive
of four miles a turn of the road brought me in
view of a sight which was overpowering, and
would have brought the salt tears into the eyes
of any man of common humanity. There,
under the naked boughs of some spreading oak
trees, at the point where a country road joined
the turnpike, stood a tent, around, or rather in
front of which was gathered a large group of
muffled men and women, with some little children,
a few sitting, most of them standing, and
some old venerable widows cowering under the
shelter of an umbrella. On all sides each road
was adding a stream of plaided men and muffled
women to the group, till the congregation
had increased to between 500 or 600, gathering
on the very road, and waiting my forthcoming
from a mean inn, where I found shelter till the
hour of worship had come. During the psalm-singing
and first prayer I was in the tent, but
finding that I would be uncomfortably confined,
I took up my position on a chair in front, having
my hat on my head, my Codrington close buttoned
up to my throat, and a pair of bands,
which were wet enough with rain ere the service
was over. The rain lashed on heavily during
the latter part of the sermon, but none
budged; and when my hat was off during the
last prayer, some man kindly extended an umbrella
over my head. I was so interested, and
so were the people, that our forenoon service
continued for about two hours. At the close I
felt so much for the people; it was such a sad
sight to see old men and women, some children,
and one or two people pale and sickly, and apparently
near the grave, all wet and benumbed
with the keen wind and cold rain, that I proposed
to have no afternoon service; but this
met with universal dissent—one and all declared
that if I would hold on they would stay on
the road till midnight. So we met again at
three o'clock, and it poured on almost without
intermission during the whole service; and that
over, shaken cordially by many a man and many
a woman's hand, I got into the gig and drove
here in time for an evening service, followed
through rain in heaven and the wet snow on
the road by a number of the people.'
When this letter was produced to the
House it was taken advantage of by Sir
James Graham, with the view of bringing
out that so sad a sight must have had the effect
of driving the minister who witnessed it
into some bitterness of expression in the
pulpit, such as might perhaps justify or
excuse the Duke of Buccleuch. Said Sir
James—
'May I ask whether your own feeling was
not that some oppression had been exercised
towards those people? Ans. Certainly; I felt
that the people were in most grievous circumstances,
being necessitated to meet on the turnpike
road; and not only I, but I may mention
in addition that the person who drove me in
the gig from Langholm to Canobie, when we
came in sight of that congregation standing in
the open air upon such a day, and in such a
place, burst into tears, and asked me, Was there
ever a sight seen like that?
'You have mentioned that "oppression makes
a wise man mad;" the feelings of the driver
might be one thing, but you, a minister of the
gospel, would be very considerably excited by
seeing what you have described; you thinking
it an act of oppression upon the people? Ans.
Deep feeling would be excited—if you mean
by excitement that I was ready to break forth
into unsuitable expressions, I say certainly not;
I felt when I saw it as if I could not preach, I
was so overpowered by the sight—to see my
fellow-creatures, honest, respectable, religious
people, worshipping the God of their fathers
upon the turnpike road was enough to melt any
man's heart.'
Sir James was disappointed in the object
of his examination, for it turned out that Dr.
Guthrie on this occasion had with some deliberation
avoided making any reference to
the circumstances of the congregation, and
had turned all the feeling roused within him
into the channel of more fervid preaching
of the common gospel.
This was in 1844; the following year the
ministers, even in the bleakest Highlands,
began to have some comfort, for now the
manse scheme was set on foot, and was being
pressed by Dr. Guthrie; but the position of
these unfortunate and exceptional congregations
remained the same. A minister in
Skye, whom the Highlanders there regarded
with boundless veneration, but who was little
fitted to face hardships (he saw his family of
eleven delicate children melt into the grave
before him), used to preach at Uig in the
open air, with a covering over himself, but
none for the people. 'I have preached,' he
says, 'when the snow has been falling so
heavily upon them, that when it was over I
could scarcely distinguish the congregation
from the ground, except by their faces.'
Two years more passed on; and even then,
in 1847, there were still thirty-one cases in
Scotland in which sites were absolutely refused,
besides many others in which very inconvenient
and humiliating places were alone
offered, and in many cases had been accepted.
The House of Commons now took up
the matter, and perhaps the most curious
thing in their investigation was the careful
cross-examination of medical men on the
question whether it could be proved that the
members of the congregation who met winter
after winter in the open air had actually suffered,
or at least had suffered seriously and
fatally from their compulsory exposure. No
doubt they were drenched with rain and
chilled with sleet, and then they caught cold
and died; but were the medical men prepared
to prove (so argued the apologists of
oppression in the committee)—could the
medical men say that their taking cold was
the necessary consequence of the drench
and chill, or that the fatal result was due
to this original cause, and not to subsequent
carelessness or blunders in the treatment?
For example, when 'Miss Stewart,
Grantown, about eighty years of age, but
strong for her years, and of sound constitution,
after attending public worship of the
Free Church in the open air, was attacked
by sub-acute rheumatism,' and died exhausted
after four months of the disease, no one
could certainly say that the old lady might
not have taken rheumatism even if she had
separated from her neighbours, and gone
peaceably back to the Established Church!
We shall quote no more, however, from
the details of this Blue-book, but it will be
remembered that, after taking evidence extending
to nearly five hundred pages of print,
the committee unanimously concurred in
expressing an 'earnest hope that the sites
which have hitherto been refused may no
longer be withheld.' They held, and all
Englishmen will echo the opinion, that 'the
compulsion to worship in the open air, without
a church, is a grievous hardship inflicted
on innocent parties;' while they found that
even at that late date of 1847, about 16,000
people were still compelled so to worship, or
at least were 'deprived of church accommodation,'
and were without 'a convenient shelter
from the severity of a northern climate.'
But though the site-refusing caused much
distress to the people, still the edge even of
this fell chiefly upon the ministers. Driven
out of their old homes in one day, they
were often refused new ones, and in the
great Highland counties denied even temporary
shelter. Lodging there was hardly to
be got, and in many places the tenantry
were haunted with fears of what the consequences
might be to themselves if they gave
house-room where their landlords had already
refused a site. 'Many of these ministers'
families,' said Dr. Guthrie in 1845,
when the facts were recent,—'some of them
motherless families—are thirty, and fifty, and
sixty, and seventy miles separated from them.
I think of the hardship of many of these
men going to see their own children; and of
children who see their father so seldom that
they do not know him when he visits them.'
One of the most curious cases thus produced
was that of the parish of Small Isles—so
called because it consists of four little islands
clustered together in the Atlantic. The
minister, Mr. Swanson, well known now as
the friend from youth of Hugh Miller—famous
as a geologist, and much more famous
as a Scottish stonemason, gave up his home,
'placed far amid the melancholy main,' and
came out with the others in 1843; and a site
both for manse and Church being refused on
the central island, where the whole congregation
adhered to him, he betook himself to
what his friend, the gifted editor of the Witness,
dubbed the 'Floating Manse.' It was
a little yacht, 30 feet by 11 feet, in which he
lived when visiting his parish, his family,
however, residing in Skye.
In 1844, Hugh Miller set out to visit his
friend on a geological excursion, the scientific
record of which he has preserved in
his volume 'The Cruise of the Betsy,'
where he also gives a most curious account
of the relations of Mr. Swanson, the minister,
to the people to whom he so clung.
On one Sunday morning the geologist and
his host got ashore on their way to a low
dingy cottage of turf and stone (just opposite
the windows of the deserted manse),
which its former occupant had built with his
own money as a Gaelic school for the people,
and which they were obliged to use as a
place of worship—'the minister encased in
his ample-skirted storm-jacket of oiled canvas
protected atop by a genuine sou'-wester,
of which the broad posterior rim sloped
half-a-yard down his back; and I closely
wrapped up in my grey maud, which proved,
however, a rather indifferent protection
against the penetrating powers of a true Hebridean
drizzle.' When they got in, the minister
took off his sou'-wester, and preached
on 'God so loved the world,' and the visitor
remarks how the attention of his hearers to
him who was not only their pastor, but the
sole physician, and that without fee or reward,
in the island, was increased by his
new life of hardship and danger undertaken
for their sakes; for they had seen his little
vessel driven from her anchorage just as
the evening had fallen, and always feared
for his safety when stormy nights closed
over the sea. Next year Miller had himself
an opportunity of judging of this, for while
he was on board the Betsy 'the water, pouring
in through a hundred opening chinks in
her upper works, rose, despite of our exertions,
high over plank, and beam, and cabin
door, and went dashing against beds and
lockers. She was evidently fast filling, and
bade fair to terminate all her voyagings by
a short trip to the bottom.' They barely
saved themselves by the Point of Sleat interposing
between them and the roll of the
sea. The 'Floating Manse' will not be forgotten
while the works of this charming
writer survive; but very much later than
this, on Loch Sunart, also in the West, a
'floating church' also had to be provided
in consequence of the refusal of a site; and
the Sheriff of Edinburghshire, himself a naval
officer in his youth, testified to the Committee
of the House that in the winter of 1846 it
answered very well. It was moored about
a hundred yards from the shore, and although
there was a little difficulty in the
people going out in boats, still it was possible
to manage it. Many English pedestrians
in Sutherland have seen the famous Cave
of Smoo, a vast cavern protected by a natural
gateway of rock, and with an interior
chamber where a black stream flows in perpetual
darkness. It was here that the Free
Church congregation of Durness met.
'One minister has preached for two years in
a deep sea pit, which I saw in Sutherlandshire;
God's sea is their protection. No man can say
he is ruler of the sea, though he boasts himself
possessor of the land. In a deep gully,
where the rocks are some hundred feet high,
a hollow has been closed in from the sea by a
barrier of rocks, which protects them from
the Western Ocean, behind this they meet;
and there, some hundred feet down, where no
man can see them till he stands on the verge of
the precipice, and where they might have been
safe from Claverhouse in the days of old, that
minister with his congregation, while the waves
of the Atlantic Ocean were roaring beside
them, and protected by that barrier of rock,
met two winters and two summers; and I
know, from the determination of that man and
his people, that there they would have met till
their dying day if the Duke of Sutherland had
not granted them redress.'
But we were treating of the hardships
rather of the ministers than of the congregations,
and Dr. Guthrie's question is pertinent,
'Where does the minister go after having
preached in such circumstances? Not in the
case I have just mentioned, but in another,
the minister, after preaching to his hearers in
the winter snow, where there was no barrier or
creek sheltering them from the salt sea spray,
had to go back, not to a comfortable home,
like you and me, but to a miserable dwelling,
where he had to climb to a lonely and miserable
garret, and in a place where there was little
ventilation, and in a room where he could
have no fire, the minister had to sit from week's
end to week's end, till his health was broken
down, and he was obliged to retire from the
battle-field, forced away from it to save himself
from an early, and, I say, a martyr's
grave.'
It need not be said that such cases as these
were exceptional and extreme; but, on the
other hand, it is certain the facts in these
cases are accurately given, and are representative
of other extreme cases that were
never published. Our last quotation from the
eloquent divine who laid the foundations of
the homes of a whole Church (and to whom
we shall not apologize for quoting so many
facts which are the inheritance of the
Church catholic) is interesting to the writer,
because the younger of the two ministers
spoken of in it was one of the first men
whom he remembers in his childhood to
have seen in the pulpit. He gave up no
manse in 1843, but belonged to another
class, the licentiates or candidates of the
Church, who threw in their lot with the
body now to be stripped of all its prospects
and emoluments. The following visit,
narrated by Dr. Guthrie, was to the old
minister of Tongue, 'a man of the highest
character and the best affections.' His son,
whom we remember merely as a gentlemanly
young cleric, with a rather plaintive voice,
which ranged through endless intonations
and cadences, and was provocative of meditation
much more than of thought, was at
this time his father's assistant, and died of
the fever mentioned by Dr. Guthrie.
'The place where Mr. Mackenzie's old
manse is situated is near the small village of
Tongue, the prettiest place in all that country.
He had a sort of ancestral right to it—his
family having had possession of it for about a
hundred years—and he had spent several
hundreds of pounds in improving the property,
never dreaming but that his son would inherit
it after he was gone. It was told me
that his Grace of Sutherland wrote to him, expressing
his hope that he would not go out,
considering how much he had done for him.
Mr. Mackenzie wrote back that he was not forgetful
of his Grace's kindness, but that he
owed more to the Lord Jesus Christ....
When I went to Tongue, where did I find him?
I passed the manse, with its lawns, its trim
walks, and its fine trees. I went on till I
came to a bleak, heather hill, under the lee of
which I found a humble cottage belonging to the
parish schoolmaster, where this venerable man
and his son had found a shelter, and were accommodated
for four shillings a week. There
was nothing inviting about the house, though
I believe the people were kind enough. Before
the door there was an old broken cart, and
a black peat stack, and everything was repulsive.
I opened the door of the single room,
which served for dining-room, drawing-room,
parlour, library, study, and bedroom, all and
everything in one; and there, beyond the bed,
I saw him, nature exhausted. He had never
closed his eyes all night, having passed a night
of extreme suffering; and there, in exhausted
nature, he was sitting half dressed in a chair,
in profound slumber, his old grey locks streaming
over the back of the chair on which he was
sitting—a picture of old age, a picture of disease,
a picture of death. I stood for some
time before him, and as I looked round the
room I thought, Oh! if I had B——, if I had
any of the men here who are persecuting our
poor Free Church, surely they would be moved
by such a sight as this! I pushed open a
door, and in a small mean closet I found
this venerable man's son—a minister of our
Church, and a man who would be an honour to
any Church—lying on a fever bed. His children
were seventy miles away, for no house
could be procured for them in the district.
The son had never closed his eyes all night,
his own sufferings having been aggravated by
his father's. I tried to console him, but I was
more fit to weep with him than anything else.
I only remember that he said something to this
effect: "Ah, Mr. Guthrie, this is bad enough and
hard enough, but, blessed be God, I don't lie
here a renegade; my own conscience and my
father's are in peace." As I came back amid the
driving tempest, I confess that I was more like
a child than a man, so little was I able to resist
what I had seen; and as I came along I saw a
little flower, that God in his providence had
taught, when the storm came on, to close its
leaves; and I thought, if God is so kind to
this little flower, he will never see the righteous
man forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.... When
I returned from the North a few
days ago, I found a letter, informing me that
this venerable man was dead. Death has tied
his tongue: it has loosed mine. I believe that
that man may have died as much in consequence
of the privations he endured, as John
Brown did from the pistol of Claverhouse.
There was some mercy in the dragoon's pistol;
it put an end to the man's sufferings at
once. But he is now in his coffin, and they
cannot disturb him there.'
'And what I pray this meeting to remember,'
concluded the speaker, 'is that there
are other men in similar circumstances.'
There were others, not a few; but most of
them now dwell where they hear not the
voice of the oppressor; and though family
records all over Scotland might add not a
few pages to our chronicle of constancy,
these are generally too sacred to draw upon.
Enough has been said to recall us to the circumstances
of straitening and suffering under
which the extraordinary work of church organization
and construction which we formerly
sketched was carried on; and to remind
us that the favourite motto of the
Scottish church, Nec tamen consumebatur,
has more modern applications than to those
days of the Covenant
'Whose echo rings through Scotland to this hour.'
But this subject has at present a more
than historical interest. The paragraph referring
to Scotland and its urgent educational
needs in the Queen's Speech at the
opening of this Session, followed by the immediate
introduction of a bill by the Lord
Advocate, which was promptly opposed by
his political opponents, on the ground that
it confessedly cuts off the parish schools
from any connection with the Established
Church, reminds us of perhaps the most
cruel chapter in the whole history of suffering
in 1843. The parish school-masters of
Scotland have always been a most meritorious
but very ill-remunerated set of men;
and it might have been hoped that whatever
severities a mistaken sense of duty might
have led those in power to exercise towards
the ministers and leaders of the Church after
1843, these humbler members not being
themselves ecclesiastical officials, might have
been allowed to remain in the possession of
their hearths and homes. But it was not
so. Many of the schoolmasters were elders
of the Church. All of them were to a certain
extent educated men, and took an interest
in the questions raised as to the Church's
right to be free from patronage and from
civil dictation generally. The consequence
was, that not a few of them came out along
with the other laymen who followed the
ministers in 1843, prepared to take their
share of the pecuniary burdens which were
thus brought upon the community. But
this milder lot was not allowed them. They,
too, like the ministers, had their Bartholomew's
Day. They would gladly have clung
to their humble daily work in the school-house,
and more gladly still to the little
home built generally at the end of it, during
the week, with bare liberty on the Sabbath
to join with either congregation in worship;
but it was not to be. Throughout Scotland,
every schoolmaster who joined with the
Church in fulfilling its pledge of 1842, was
at once ejected from his small house, and
deprived of his smaller income; and the
consequences to them and to their families
were in many cases misery, approaching
almost to starvation. The result to education
was not disadvantageous; for the Free
Church, having thrown upon it the burden
of so many men deprived of bread, for no
other crime than their attachment to itself,
was in no mood to shrink from the duty.
It at once added to the rest of its organization
an education scheme. Homes were
gradually built for the ousted schoolmasters,
and in as many places as possible they continued
to teach the same children of the
same hamlets where they had previously
dwelt. The Free Church has now, or had
very recently, 620 schools and 645 teachers,
and taught upwards of 60,000 of the youth
of Scotland, many of whom were in the most
remote and destitute parts; while its normal
schools are reported by her Majesty's inspectors
as the most efficient in Scotland.
Yet for a proper national scheme, such as
has for many years been desired in Scotland,
the Free Church would at once be ready to
give up an organization so interesting in its
origin, and so powerful in its results. Some
years ago, in the midst of the keenest opposition
by the Conservative party and the
Established Church, the choice of a teacher
of any denomination was allowed to the heritors;
and next year, whatever else is done
on this most important subject, it is plain
that the last strands of exclusive connection
will be parted.
The remaining matter which may come
before Parliament during the next session is
one in which the other Voluntary and Presbyterian
Churches of Scotland are quite as
much interested as that which dates from
1843. It is the proposal to transfer the
patronage of the churches from the few existing
possessors, partly to the landowners,
and partly to the communicants of the
Established Church, but excluding other
parishioners. A Committee was appointed
in 1869 by the General Assembly, to watch
over a legislative measure to this effect, and
their first step was to go to the Prime Minister.
In answer to Mr. Gladstone's questions,
they explained that the chief reason for the
sudden change of sentiment on the part of a
body which had hitherto been distinguished
by its uncompromising defence of the present
rights of patrons, was a desire to conciliate
the Presbyterians outside by a deference
to their well-known views. On this
point, and on the proposal generally, Mr.
Gladstone requested that a formal memorial
might be drawn up, not only 'because it is
desirable that the Government should have
in their hands some statement with some
degree of authority,' but also to instruct
'the Parliament of the three kingdoms' in a
matter which Scotchmen alone can be expected
accurately to know.
The desired 'Statement on the Law of
Church Patronage' has accordingly now been
issued and transmitted to the Government,
and will doubtless be laid on the table of
the House. It is a very remarkable document,
giving the ecclesiastical history of
Scotland with great fairness until it comes
down to quite recent times, but making it in
consequence quite impossible for any Legislature
with the least sense of justice to reconstitute
church endowments in the way
desired. It narrates how patronage was
abolished in Scotland at the Revolution settlement;
and how its restoration by an Act
in 1711 (protested against by the Free
Church in 1843 as altering a thing reserved
from the jurisdiction of the Union Parliament)
was 'one of the acts of a conspiracy
for the purpose of bringing back the Stuart
dynasty to the throne.' The Assembly of
1735 stated in an address to the King, 'That
it was done in resentment against the Church
of Scotland.' Bishop Burnet, present at the
passing of the Act, says it was intended to
'weaken and undermine' the Church of
Scotland. The 'Statement' then goes on to
show how it was not merely the Free Church
that protested against the outrage: the Assembly
of 1812 protested that 'the Act
abolishing patronage must be understood to
be a part of our Presbyterian constitution
secured to us by the Treaty of Union forever;'
and for seventy years in succession
thereafter the Assembly yearly instructed its
Committee to attempt to get redress. Gradually,
however, as the cold eighteenth century
crept on, a party began to dominate in
the Church which took the same view of
patronage which was afterwards formulated
by Dr. Mearns and Dr. Cook, and by the aid
of the civil courts became finally triumphant
in 1843. And thus followed the first secession.
Ebenezer Erskine, a great name in
those northern regions in that dark century,
protested publicly that 'those professed
Presbyterians who thrust men upon congregations
without, and contrary to, the free
choice their king had allowed them, were
guilty of an attempt to jostle Christ out of
his government.' He and three other ministers
were thereupon deposed in 1733, and
'appealed unto the first free, faithful, and
reforming General Assembly of the Church
of Scotland.' The second secession, in 1752,
was a still more exact parallel to the third
great schism of 1843, for the founders of
the Relief Church in 1752 were driven out,
like Dr. Chalmers and his friends, because
they refused to take a personal part in ordaining
those whom the patron had presented,
but whom the people refused to receive.
These circumstances are very fairly narrated
in the Statement, which farther refers to the
evidence given before the Select Committee
of the House of Commons on the Law of
Patronage in 1834, as giving 'the best summary
of the historical and legal aspects of
the question which we possess.' That Committee,
it is stated, came to no definite finding,
because the necessity for doing so was
superseded by the Act of the previous General
Assembly, giving the people a veto
against an unacceptable presentee—an Act
which was 'not passed without a full assurance
from the law officers of the Crown in
Scotland that it was quite within the power
of the Church.' Within a year thereafter,
however, a question arose as to this, and a
narrow majority of the Scotch judges, backed
by the House of Lords, held that it was
not within their power. The Church at
once took steps to appeal to the Legislature
to correct the anomaly, and concede the
power which was questioned; asking only
that in the meantime the courts should not
force them to take a part in violating with
their own hands those rights of the Christian
people which they had affirmed. The refusal
to allow this brought on the disruption.
The 'Statement' winds up with pointing
out how 'the non-intrusion controversy thus
passed into that of spiritual independence;'
and 'it was on a question thence arising in
regard to the respective provinces of the ecclesiastical
and civil courts that the secession
of 1843 actually took place.' They add,
however, that though in 1836 the Church
refused to condemn patronage altogether,
and was satisfied with the supposed security
of the Veto Act, in 1842 this as well as
other matters came to maturity, and the
General Assembly resolved, 'That patronage
is a grievance; has been attended with much
injury to the cause of true religion in this
Church and kingdom; is the main cause of
the difficulties in which the Church is at
present involved; and that it ought to be
abolished.' Far from conciliating opponents,
however, this resolve was made part
of the reason by the courts and the moderate
party for driving its authors into disruption.
The candour and fairness of the earlier
historical part of this memorial will always
give it importance; but the gross inadequacy
of the practical measures proposed has
subjected it in Scotland to an unfair amount
of ridicule. Dr. Cook, as the head of the
moderate party, the proper representative of
those who stayed in in 1843, at once protested
against it, asserting that patronage is essential
to the stability of the Church of Scotland.
Dr. Tulloch, of St. Andrew's, as representing
the broad section of the Church,
repudiated it two days after. Mr. Story,
the biographer of Dr. Lee, and Dr. Wallace,
who is Dr. Lee's successor in Edinburgh,
made haste to attack it also. The great
difficulty within the Church seems to be the
proposed refusal to admit all parishioners to
vote for the parish minister. So long as he
was appointed by a single laird or nobleman,
who might be a stranger altogether, that
difficulty was not felt. The people were excluded,
but they were excluded equally. It
is now proposed, however, that the minister
should be paid by the whole country, but
should be appointed by the communicants
of the Established Church alone, excluding
the members of the older and properly anti-patronage
bodies, who have all the same
creed, but whose principles of Church polity
the Established Church, itself a minority of
the nation, is only now adopting. It is
clearly the vague sense of injustice and
wrong thus caused which is at the root of
the dissatisfaction everywhere expressed
with the proposed measure, even by members
and ministers of the Scottish Establishment
itself. But another more important
result has been the clear recognition that
there is no chance of thereby 'conciliating'
the older anti-patronage Presbyterians or
uniting the Church. Last year we expressed
the belief that any fair proposals or endeavours
on the part of the Establishment
would have the effect of at least producing a
pause in the projected union of the voluntary
Presbyterians outside. The 'Statement'
to be laid before Parliament has had
decidedly the effect of consolidating that
union, and there is no doubt now that it will
go on, though probably in the meantime
rather by way of mutual co-operation. A
very short time will see the Free Church,
the United Presbyterian Church, and the
Reformed Presbyterian Church—all the
large Presbyterian communities who have
protested against patronage, and whose
leading principle is the liberation of religion
from State control—absolutely united in
their work, and partitioning Scotland between
them. It need not be said how hopeless
is the proposal to choose this time for
asking Parliament to reconstitute the endowment
of a minority of the Scotch people
at the expense of the whole, or how fatal to
the Church the success of the scheme would
be, even if it could be expected to succeed.
The movement is more likely to be in
quite another direction. Dr. Wallace, in
his paper on 'Church Tendencies in Scotland,'
and some other men not belonging to his
party in the Kirk, have rather indicated that
the Highlands of Scotland, with which a
large part of our paper has dealt, should be
handed over from their own body to that
disestablished church which for the last
twenty-five years has with increasing success
taken charge of it. In July last, this subject
came up in the House of Commons, in
the discussion upon Mr. M'Laren's Church
Rates Abolition Bill for Scotland, a measure
which its able and energetic mover has
withdrawn, upon receiving a promise from
the Government to introduce one next year
upon their own responsibility. On some
matters raised by this bill differences of
opinion were expressed. Mr. Graham, member
for Glasgow, said that he knew from
experience that 'a large number of his constituents—the
enormous mass of the people
of Scotland—bitterly resented these compulsory
assessments;' while his colleague, Mr.
Anderson, opposed the bill as premature, on
the ground that 'if, as is very probable, in
the course of a few years the House should
think proper to disestablish and disendow
that Church, its property will have to be
handed over to the State.' But the special
matter of the Highlands, a scandal which
even the friends of the Establishment are
desirous to see wiped out at any expense,
was brought forward by Mr. Ellice, who
'agreed with the hon. member for Edinburgh,
that in many parts of the country
the Church of Scotland was but the caricature
of a Church, and that the presence of
the Established Church, in places where it
was only represented by five or ten persons,
was a reproach to the Legislature. He hoped
the Lord Advocate, when dealing with the
question, would also deal with those useless
churches and manses which were a standing
reproach to common sense, and ought no
longer to be supported.' The Lord Advocate
was cautious in his rejoinder to this
appeal, restricting his observations to the
Highland churches and manses 'provided by
Parliament at a time when the Church
numbered a larger portion of the population
than it does now.' With regard to these—the
annual payments in connection with
which form, perhaps, the most offensive example
of mere waste of public money at
present existing—the Government officer
said, 'So far as I have been able to ascertain,
it would be in accordance with good
sense to make provision whereby that accommodation,
which is not profitable either
to the kingdom or the Church, might close.'
Any money saved in this direction will
almost certainly be devoted to the education
of Scotland; for the Free Church will refuse
a concurrent endowment which would
include Roman Catholics, and the long Conservative
battle against a good Education
Bill beyond the Tweed, cannot be successful
for ever. When the Scotch Presbyterians
form their Union (in which as Mr. Gordon
pointed out in Parliament, there is no reason
why the members of the present Established
Church should not join), they will undertake
a weighty responsibility for the religious
good of Scotland. But the weight which
they unite to bear will be easy, compared to
that crushing load which fell upon one of
them in 1843, and which yet became to it
only such a burden 'as wings are to the
bird.'
Art. IV.—The Romance of the Rose.
(1.) Le Roman de la Rose. Nouvelle Édition.
Par Francisque Michel. Paris:
Firmin Didot Frères. 1864.
The study of pre-Renaissance literature belongs
especially to the present century. A
few ballads had been previously rescued
from oblivion; a few names unearthed from
the rubbish of centuries; but the great mass
of writers who lived and flourished in what
men used to call the Dark Ages had been
utterly forgotten, names as well as writings,
until the labours of Ampère, Fauriel, Raynouard,
and others in France, as well as
those of our own antiquarian scholars in
England, brought them again to light within
the last fifty years.
The literature thus revived has a value of
its own quite independent of any literary
merit, though this is by no means contemptible.
It reveals to us not only the
manners and customs of the time, the mediæval
daily life, but, which is more important,
the mediæval conditions and modes of
thought, within such limits—too narrow,
alas!—as the conventional rules of poetry
allowed. But artificial grooves cannot wholly
prevent a vigorous mind from running off
the beaten track, and in spite of conventionalism,
the reader comes sometimes, in the
midst of sandy deserts of commonplace
morality, monotonous repetitions, and thirsty
verbiage, upon oases of such exceeding
brightness and splendour, cooled with fountains
so sparkling and foliage so luxuriant,
that he feels he is repaid for all his trouble.
And the country is by no means explored.
As in the great goldfields of Australia, the
big nuggets have disappeared and been
gathered up long since; nevertheless there
remain, for those who have patience to dig,
plenty of smaller pieces of virgin gold, which
may amply serve to reward their toil. But
because all have not the time or the opportunity
for this work, and because, after all,
it lies a good deal out of the beaten track of
scholars, it may not be uninteresting to our
readers to invite them to come with us and
visit, sparing themselves the trouble of looking
for them, certain oases which lie scattered
about in a vast Sahara of verse called the
'Romance of the Rose.' 'Rien n'est agréable
et piquant,' says Sainte Beuve, 'comme
un guide familier dans les époques lointaines.'
Our sketch of the book will be necessarily
incomplete; nor could any ordinary limits of
a paper suffice for its thorough examination.
Its importance is evidenced by the fact that
for two hundred and fifty years it was a sort
of Bible to France; the source whence its
readers drew their maxims of morality, their
philosophy, their science, their history, and
even their religion; and which, after having
retained its popularity for a length of time
almost unparalleled in the history of literature,
was revived with success after the Renaissance,
the only mediæval book which
enjoyed this distinction.
We shall endeavour to show some of the
reasons of this long-continued success, and
to prove that the book, once the companion
of knights and dames, of damoiseaux and
damoiselles, has the strongest claims on the
student of the Middle Ages; that it is not a
congeries of dry and dead bones of antiquity,
not a mass of mediæval fables, but a book
full of ideas, information, and suggestion—a
book warm with life.
France, whence it came, is indeed the
mother of modern literature. Thence both
Italy and England derived their inspiration.
In the countries of Provence and Languedoc
lingered longest the remains of the Latin
civilization: there the lamp of learning,
dwindled down at last to a mere speck, had
yet flame enough to light the new taper of
the troubadour; there was first heard the
'Nibelungen Lied;' there originated the tenson,
the canso, the sirvente, the chanson
royale, the triolet, and all the varied forms
of mediæval poetry; and there was the
chosen home of such philosophy and science
as existed between the ninth and thirteenth
centuries. English writers before the Elizabethan
age copied openly and avowedly
from French sources, taking plot, plan, and
framework of their poems. Even Dante deferred
to Provence, and owned that the
troubadour led the thought of Western
Europe. Other countries of Europe have
little indeed in their early literature to compare
with the treasures of the Langue d'Oc
and the Langue d'Oil; and while, outside
France, stand almost alone the great figures
of Dante, Petrarch, and Chaucer, there is,
within the circle of the Langue d'Oil alone,
a constellation in which are the names of
Marie de France, Rutebeuf, Jean de Meung,
Charles of Orleans, Christine de Pisan, Alain
Chartier, Eustache Deschamps, and François
Villon, besides a host of minor poets whose
works are little inferior, and who may still
be read, if not always with delight, certainly
always with profit. Scattered about in their
writings is the whole of the mediæval life;
by their light we can penetrate through the
clouds of six hundred years, and bring those
picturesque ages of colour and splendour
back to our minds as brightly and vividly
as we realize any battle-field in France by
the pen of a special correspondent. And
besides the mediæval life, with its habits
and its thought, the student will trace in
this poetry the gradual development of the
true French Muse—her mockery, her satirical
spirit, her cynicism, her incredulity, her
curiosity, her want of reverence, with her
inimitable wit and fresh buoyancy of spirit—a
muse gaillarde et moqueuse, unlike
any other that the world has seen, whom to
know is to love, though not always to respect.
It is no fault of modern France if
her old literature is not known as it deserves
to be. Editions have been multiplied of the
fabliaux, romances, poems, and chronicles
which began with Wace and ended with
Clement Marot. But as yet no great writer
has taken up the subject as it deserves, and
a consolidated history of the literature and
thought of the Middle Ages, from the tenth
century to the Renaissance, embracing as a
whole, and not in unconnected parts, the
writings of Italy, France, and England, with
those of Spain and Germany, is a work
which awaits the hand of some man who
will devote to it the greater part of a lifetime.
Materials for such a work amply
exist; but he who undertakes it should
bring to his task a knowledge of languages
and an amount of reading rare indeed, and
difficult to be found.
English readers principally know this
'Romance of the Rose' through the translation
which is attributed to Chaucer.
Whether it be really his or not is a matter
which does not concern us here, and, to save
trouble of explanation, we will refer to it as
Chaucer's translation. It is unfortunate, in
some respects, that it contains only a portion—viz.,
the first 5,170 lines, and then, with
an omission of 5,544 lines, about 1,300
more. It gives entire the portion contributed
by Guillaume de Lorris, and as much of
the remainder as fell in most readily with
the humour of the translator, the attack on
the hypocrisy of monks and friars. But by
omitting all the rest, amounting to about
two-thirds of the whole, he has failed altogether
in giving the spirit of the work; and
those who read only Chaucer's version would
certainly be at a loss to explain the rapid,
extraordinary, and lasting popularity which
the book achieved.
The reasons of this popularity have, indeed,
been the subject of considerable discussion
among French critics. Pasquier
speaks of its 'noble sentiments,' and considers
that its object was moral—viz., to
show that love is but a dream. Roquefort
can see in it only a long and rather stupid
allegory, enlivened by occasional gleams of
poetry; Villemain considers it a mere gloze
on Ovid's 'Art of Love,' with a mélange of
abstractions, allegories, and scholastic subtilties.
Nisard deduces from its popularity a
proof of its entire conformity with the spirit
of the age—an almost obvious conclusion.
Other writers, Goujet among the number,
try to account for its success by the reputation
which Jean de Meung enjoyed as an
alchemist, and the belief that the great secrets
of the science were to be found in the
poem: a manifestly inadequate reason, because
the proportion of alchemists to the
rest of his readers must have been small indeed.
Others, among whom were Molinet
and Marot—of whom more presently—thought
its success was due to a double allegory
which they found in it; while Professor
Morley and Mr. Thomas Wright, the
latest writers who have given any account of
the book—both of them meagre, dry, and
uninteresting—do not attempt to explain its
popularity at all. There are sufficient reasons
why the book sprang at once into favour,
which we hope presently to explain.
The great success which it attained is illustrated
by the number and weight of its
assailants. Foremost among these was Gerson,
the 'most Christian Doctor.' He calls
it a book written for the basest purposes;
he says that if there were only one copy of
it in the world, and if he were offered fifty
pounds in gold for it, he would rather burn
it: that those who have it ought to give it
up to their father confessors to be destroyed:
and that even if it were certain—which
was unfortunately far from being the case,
the contrary being presumable—that Jean de
Meung had repented his sins in sackcloth and
ashes, it would be no more use praying for
him than for Judas Iscariot himself. Cursing
so ecclesiastical, invective so angry,
stimulated public curiosity more and more,
and instead of copies being given to confessors
to be burned, copies were given to
scribes to be multiplied. Assailants came
every day unto the field. Christine de
Pisan, later on, took up the cause of her sex,
and vindicated womankind from the sweeping
charges made against them by the poet;
while Martin Franc, who styled himself 'Le
Champion des Dames,' wrote an elaborate
apology for his clients, which has all the
dreariness of the 'Romance of the Rose,'
and none of its brightness. The one is a
desert indeed; the other, as we have said, is
a desert with oases.
The book is the work of two writers,
Guillaume de Lorris and Jean de Meung.
The earlier of these seems to have died
about the time that his successor was born.
Of his life we know absolutely nothing. He
came from the little town of Lorris, where,
it is said, the house in which he was born is
still shown. Two or three lines in the poem
are cited to prove the date of his birth and
death. These, however, are by no means to
be relied upon. Thus, he tells us in his
opening lines—
'Au vingtiesme an de mon aage,
Si vi ung songe à mon dormant.'
whence most writers have assumed that he
died at the age of twenty, considering, we
suppose, that it would not take a year to
write the 4,670 lines which form his part.
This would be, at least, quick writing, while
internal evidence seems to us to point most
unmistakeably to the bestowal of very careful
thought, and therefore much time, upon
the work. And the lines which follow
shortly after have not received proper attention—indeed,
hardly any modern writer on
the 'Romance of the Rose' appears to have
read the book at all. Here the poet says—
'Avis m'iere qu'il étoit mains;
Il a j'à bien cinc ans au mains.'
which would make him five and twenty at
least, a much more likely age, considering
the work he had done, for his death.
At the close of his part of the book we
get the following note by the scholiast, if we
may call him so:—
'Çi endroit, trespassa Guillaume
De Lorris et ne fist plus pseaume;
Mais après plus de quarante ans
Maistre Jehan de Meung li romans
Parfist, ainsi comme je treuve,
Et ici commence son œuvre.'
That is,—
'Here William died; his song was done.
When forty years had passed away,
Sir John the romance carried on,
And here commencing, told the lay.'
While Jean de Meung himself says, prophesying
after the event—
'Car quant Guillaume cessera
Jehan le continuera
Après sa mort que je ne mente
Anns trespassés plus de quarente.'
So that if we fix the date of Jean de
Meung, we have that of Guillaume de Lorris.
Now, there is nothing to help us, except a
tradition that Guillaume died in the middle
of the thirteenth century, and whatever internal
evidence the book itself affords. Most
writers, because the order of Knights Templars
is mentioned as still existing, have been
content to date the book at about 1306,
the year before the destruction of the fraternity;
but the poet mentions Charles of Anjou
as King of Sicily. We have, therefore,
a much lower limit, viz., the year 1282.
Perhaps on closer examination, a range of
years might easily be found in which the
book was written. It is, however, sufficient
for our purpose to date its authorship about
1280, and that of Guillaume de Lorris at
1240.
It is not all certain that the poet was very
young when he feigned his dream. The
hero of the poem is necessarily a young
man. Early manhood is the period of vehement
desire and passion. Twenty is the typical
age of early manhood; that age may
have very well been selected as the one best
fitted for dreams of love and the adventures
of a lover. We are, however, inclined to
believe, on the whole, that the poem was
written in quite early manhood. A tradition
which only recalls one fact is generally true,
and the one fact recorded of the poet is that
he died quite young. Internal evidence,
too, appears to support this view. His style
bears marks which seem, though one may
here be very easily mistaken, those of inexperience.
His imaginative faculty is abundant,
and even luxuriant. His descriptive
power, fully employed in his portraits of
abstract personifications, is very much above
the average. He revels in picturesque accessories
and details which his copious fancy
has conjured up; and his pictures, if they
have not always the tone, have all the vividness,
with the wealth of work, which belongs
to a young poet's early style. The versification,
moreover, is cold, regular, and monotonous;
there is nothing to indicate the possession
of experience or the presence of
passion. He had read Ovid, and used him
freely to suit his own purposes; but he wants
Ovid's sympathetic power, and tries to supply
its place by a certain cold and mannered
grace; his faults being attributable, in the
assumption of his early death, more to inexperience
and youth, than to any defects
which years would not have removed. Considered
in this light, his work remains an
unfinished monument of early genius, chiefly
redeemed from mediocrity by its collections
of curiously constructed allegorical
portraits, a work which would never have
been rescued from oblivion but for the splendour
of light thrown on it by Jean de
Meung.
Chaucer's translation is exceedingly accurate,
giving line for line, and almost word
for word, save when he sometimes adds a
line to enforce its meaning, or to make it
clear. Thus, when translating the famous
'La robe ne faict pas la moyne,'
he says—
'Habite ne makyth monk no frere;
But clene life and devocioun,
Makyth gode men of religioun.'
The saying itself (for nothing in the 'Romance
of the Rose' appears to be original),
may be traced to Neckham, who died at
Cirencester in 1217.
'Non tonsura facit monachum, nec horrida vestis,
Sed virtus animi, perpetuusque vigor.'
The great ease of the translation makes it
read almost like an original work, though
we cannot agree with those who think that
the translator has improved on his model.
No literal translation, not even the very best,
can be free from a certain stiffness and constraint.
The felicity with which difficult passages
are occasionally rendered may be judged by
the following lines, which contain a touch
almost worthy of Shirley. It is, if our own
experience be worth anything, excessively
hard to translate. We subjoin original and
translation, side by side.
'Les yex gros et si envoisiés,
Qu'il rioient tousjors avant
Que la bouchette par couvant.'
'Hir eyen greye and glad also,
That laugheden ay in hir semblaunt,
First or the mouth by couvenant.'
That is, her eyes began to laugh before
her lips.
We must, as briefly as possible, set forth
the action of the poem. It begins, like De
Guilleville's 'Pilgrimage of Grace,' Chaucer's
'Court of Love' (borrowed, of course,
from this), Alain de l'Isle's 'Complaint of
Nature,' and so many other mediæval works,
with a dream. In the month of May,—that
season when the earth forgets the poverty
of winter, and grows proud of her renewed
beauty, clothing herself in a robe of flowers
of a hundred colours; when the birds, silent
during the long cold months, awake again,
and are so joyous that they are fain, per
force, to sing,—the youth of twenty summers
wanders forth and comes upon the
Garden of Delight (Déduit). We may remark
here, how the walled garden, secured
from the outer world, is the mediæval
writer's only idea of scenery. Perhaps
our modern craving for the picturesque
would be greatly modified if we were uncertain,
as our ancestors were, about wolves,
bears, and brigands, whose admiration for
wild scenes induces them to inhabit them.
The wall of the garden is painted with
figures of all evil passions, such as Envy,
Hatred, Avarice, and Hypocrisy (Papelardie),
with those of Sorrow, Age, and
Poverty. The youth is admitted at a
wicket by the Lady Oyseuse (Idlesse), and
wanders about, admiring the rows of strange
trees, the birds and flowers, the peace and
safety of the place. Presently he comes
upon Déduit himself, whom Chaucer calls
Myrthe.
'Ful fayre was Myrthe, ful long and high:
A fayrer man I never sigh.'
With him are all his courtiers, including
Léesce (Joy).
'And wot ye who came with them there?
The Lady Gladness, bright and fair.'
With the company was the God of Love,
accompanied by Doux Regard, bearing two
bows: one of them was crooked and misshapen;
the other straight, and beautifully
wrought. This shows the different impressions
of love, or its opposite, produced by
the eyes. He had, too, ten arrows (the idea
is borrowed from Ovid), five belonging to
Love, viz., Beauty, Simplicity, Frankness,
Company, and Fair Semblance; and five to
Dislike, viz., Pride, Villany, Shame, Despair,
and New Thought. Love was followed as
well by Beauty, whose attendants were Riches,
Largesse, Franchise, and Courtesy, as Dames
d'honneur, each of whom had with her a
lover, that of Largesse being 'sib to Arthur
Duke of Bretaigne.' This is intended, of
course, to show how different qualities attract
love.
The garden is square; it contains all sorts
of fruit trees, 'brought from the country of
the Saracens;' these are set five or six
fathoms apart; wells, fountains, and streams,
soft grass and turf, and flowers of every
kind. Round the stone-work of one fountain
he finds written, 'Here died the fair
Narcissus,'—an accident which enables the
poet to narrate at length the full history of
that unfortunate swain. Getting over his
digression, the youth discovers a rosebush
laden with roses and rosebuds, one of which
he desires incontinently to pluck. Here his
troubles begin. Love shoots at him with
five arrows, and when he is sick and faint
with wounds, calls upon him to surrender,
and become his vassal. This he does, giving
Love as a gage of fealty his heart, and
receiving in return a code of rules which
have been imitated by many subsequent
poets, notably by Chaucer, in the 'Court of
Love,' and by Charles of Orleans. He also
receives as a mark of especial favour, Hope,
Doux Penser, Doux Parler, and Doux Regard—Sweet-Thought,
Sweet-Speech, and Sweet-Looks—as
companions. He makes a rash
and ill-considered attempt upon his Rosebud.
But Danger is there with Malebouche,
Shame (child of Trespass and Reason),
and Chastity, the daughter of Shame. He
is driven away, loaded with reproaches.
His companions leave him, and while he
is sitting dejected and despairing, Reason
comes to him and argues on the folly of
love.
'Love is but madness! I tell you true;
The man who loves can nothing do.
He has no profit from the earth:
If he is clerk, he forgets his learning:
If anything else, whatever his worth,
Great is his labour and little his earning.
Long and unmeasured and deep the pain:
Short is the joy; the fruition vain.'
But the pleading of Reason, as generally
happens in such cases, is quite useless. The
lover
'For still within my heart there glows
The breath divine of that sweet Rose,'
goes next to a Friend (Ami), from whom he
gets small sympathy, but much practical relief.
Acting on his counsel, he begs pardon
of Danger, who grants it sulkily. Danger
in most mediæval allegories stands for the
husband, but there is nothing to show that
Guillaume de Lorris meant him to be understood
in this sense, and we may without any
violence take him to represent the natural
guardian of the damsel. Getting Bel Accueil
to accompany him, he goes once more
to see his Rosebud, which he finds greatly
improved. Venus obtains for him the privilege
of a kiss. Shame, Jealousy, and Malebouche,
are alarmed, and interfere. Danger
turns everybody out. Jealousy builds a high
tower, in which Bel Accueil is shut up, a prisoner,
with Danger and Malebouche to guard
him. Outside the tower sits the disconsolate
lover, lamenting his misfortunes, and the mutability
of love's favours, which he compares
to those of Fortune, of whom he says:
'In heart of man,
Malice she plants, and labour, and pain;
One hour caresses, and smiles, and plays;
Then as suddenly changes her face:
Laughs one moment, the next she mourns;
Round and round her wheel she turns,
All at her own caprice and will.
The lowest ascends, and is raised, until
He who was highest was low on the ground,
And the wheel of Fortune has quite turned round.'
And at this point the poet died—'trespassa
Guillaume de Lorris.' Had he lived to complete
his work we should had a complete
Ars Amoris, fashioned on the precepts of
Ovid, and clothed in an allegory—cold, monotonous,
bloodless—though graceful, fanciful,
and not devoid of poetic taste.
Perhaps we should have had more than
this. In its simple, first meaning, it is not
difficult for anyone to make out. Idleness
or Leisure alone makes Pleasure possible;
through Idleness we enter into the garden
of Delight, where love wanders. Youth is
the season of love, and Spring is an emblem
of youth. The escort of Love is the collection
of qualities which belong to the time
of youth, and make it happy, such as beauty,
wealth, and courtesy. What has Reason to
do with Love? Who can advise but an experienced
friend? The only possession that
the vassal can give to Love the suzerain is his
own heart; the chief aid to success is Bel Accueil—'fair
welcome'—while Envy, Shame
(for fear of Malebouche—Calumny), Jealousy,
and Chastity protect the maiden.
So far all is clear and easy to be read. Was
there not, however, under an interpretation
as easy as that of Bunyan's Holy War, a second
and a deeper meaning? It is a question
not easy to answer. Molinet, the dull
and laborious Molinet, who published, towards
the end of the fifteenth century, an
edition of the book in prose,
'Le Roman de la Rose
Moralisé cler et net
Translaté en rime et prose
Par votre humble Molinet,'
pretends not only that there is a hidden
meaning, but also to discover what this hidden
meaning was. 'The young man,' he
tells us, 'who awakens from his dream is
the child born to the light: he is born in
the month of May, when the birds sing: the
singing of the birds is the preaching of holy
doctors (!)' He dresses, in his dreams, to
go out. This is the entrance of the child
into the world, enveloped in human miseries:
the river represents Baptism: the orchard is
the Cloister of Religion; outside it, because
they cannot enter therein, or have no share
or part in paradise, are the figures of human
vices. Déduit is our Lord; Léesce is the
Church; Love is the Holy Spirit; the eight
doves of Venus's chariot are the eight Beatitudes;
and the combat between Love and
the guardians of Bel Accueil is the perpetual
conquest between good and evil. Even the
story of Narcissus is not without its meaning;
and the pine which shades the fountain is the
tree of the Cross, while the fountain itself is
the overflowing stream of mercy. Love,
again, in the latter part, stands for our Saviour;
homage to him is the profession of
faith of a novice; the commandments of
Love are the vows of chastity and poverty.
Even the legend of Virginia is an allegory;
the maiden being the soul, and Appius the
world. This position he strengthens by deriving,
after the fashion of the philologists of
the period, the name of Appius from a,
privative, and pius.
Clement Marot, on the other hand, in his
edition, where he turned the language into
French of his own day, and thereby utterly
spoiled it, finds an interpretation of his own,
quite as ingenious and quite as improbable
as that of Molinet. The Rose is the state
of wisdom, 'bien et justement conforme à
la Rose pour les valeurs, doulours, et odours
qui en elle sont: la quelle moult est à avoir
difficile pour les empeschements interposez.'
It was a Papal Rose, made of gold, and
scented with musk and balm; of gold, on
account of the honour and reverence due to
God; scented with musk to symbolize the
duties of fidelity and justice to our neighbours;
and with balm because we ought to
hold our own souls clear and precious above
all worldly things.
Or, the Rose is the state of Grace, difficult
for the sinner to arrive at, and fitly
symbolized by the flowers which had sufficient
virtue to transform Apuleius from an
ass back to his human shape.
Or, again, the Rose was the Virgin Mary—the
Rose of Jericho, pure and spotless,
and not to be touched by human hands.
Fourthly: it was the rose which the Queen
of Sheba gave to Solomon, which signified
eternal happiness. The interpretations of
Molinet and Marot are both manifestly absurd,
and represent the pedantic trifling of a
time when the taste for double allegories
had been carried to a ridiculous extent.
And as for Jean de Meung's part, there are
plenty of touches in it which show that the
writer, though no heretic, had little sympathy
with church matters; and would certainly
not be disposed to spend his time in
laboriously concocting a riddle of twenty
thousand lines, the answer to which was to
be found in the Romish creed. And in
Guillaume de Lorris himself, it is difficult
to find a word for or against the Church.
He was, no doubt, mindful of the stern
lesson read to heretics in the crusade of
Provence, fresh in all men's recollection.
But he had been nurtured and fed on the
poetry of the troubadours; the form of his
verse and the turn of his thought were Provençal.
Was it likely that so young a writer
should escape the spirit of the literature
while he studied its form? And since in a
time of violent religious excitement, he can
find no word of sympathy for a church
which persecutes, is it not probable that his
sympathies are, if not with the Church persecuted,
at least with the people? The probability,
moreover, of there being a double
allegory in the 'Romance of the Rose,' as
planned originally by Guillaume de Lorris,
appears to us to be strengthened by a further
consideration of the Provençal literature
and the line of its development.
Love, in a time when life had few pleasures
and distractions to offer—when these
were generally only to be snatched in the
intervals of fighting—became not only the
symbol of all life's joy, but grew into a kind
of religion. It had its own ritual, its ceremonies,
its sacraments, its lessons, and its
hymns. Aged poets were its bishops, the
guardians of its forms; young poets its
priests; instead of the images of saints,
were living women, and instead of the procession
and the chant, were the love song
and the dance. It was nothing new to the
Provençal to celebrate the religious worship
with a dance. He alone, among Christians,
preserved a custom handed down from old
pagan times, and as late as the sixteenth
century, the worthy people of Marseilles
welcomed Christmas in this way.
The other sex would naturally offer few
obstacles to a homage which, though it
sometimes destroyed their virtue, always
flattered their vanity, and invested them
with a power which was beyond that of
kings. Princes, indeed, might make men
rich, but women alone could make men
happy. An accurate knowledge of love's
ceremonies became part of the education of
a gentleman; these were reduced, like those
of chivalry, to a sort of code; questions of
law, so to speak, arose, which were tried
with great solemnity at courts of law where
ladies were judges; appeals from these decisions
were often made to higher courts, and
there is every reason to believe that the
Arrêts d'Amour, numerous examples of
which are given in the work of Martial
d'Auvergne, were courts as serious and as
gravely disputed in times of peace, as those
which decided other differences of opinion.
From being, therefore, the legitimate end of
a young man's hope, the chief solace of his
life, love grew gradually to be surrounded
by all sorts of restrictions and ceremonies,
and losing its charm of spontaneity and freedom,
was idealized until it lost itself, and
became the mere shadow of a poetic dream.
As every idea, pushed beyond its legitimate
limits, provokes some kind of rebellion, two
streams of thought presently diverged from
the main channel, one of them, with which
we have nothing to do, satirical, cynical,
earthly and gross; the other, religious.
Sexual love is only possible, or is strongest
when life is young and the blood is strong
and hopeful; as years creep on and the end
of things approaches, its insufficiency to
satisfy the cravings of the soul must become,
even to its most ardent votary, more and
more deeply apparent. The days when a
smile from his mistress made him, according
to the rules of the craft, happy, or a frown
miserable, would leave behind them, when
they had passed away, an increased sense of
the real seriousness of life; while at the best
of times, the art of love would not be felt
as anything but elegant trifling, and the passion
which it excited, transitory. Women,
too, the object of all this homage, were
really, though they might not know it, degraded
by what was intended to do them
honour. And let those who lament the
subjection of the sex, own that the extravagant
honour paid to ladies in the Middle
Ages has had something, at least, to do with
it. From some such feelings as the above,
we believe it came to pass that the poet began
first to imagine, and then to contrive,
for his love songs a deeper and a mystical
meaning. The sentiment of nearly all the
Provençal poets, as regards women, was
delicate, elevating to themselves, and enthusiastic.
Women are to men, in the poet's
imagination, what heaven is to earth; their
gentleness contrasts with man's ferocity,
their weakness with his strength, their
strength with his weakness. Love is the
principle of all honour and merit, the mainspring
of every noble action; its desires and
its pleasures are only legitimate, inasmuch
as they are as a stimulus to the painful duties
of chivalry; the springs of poetry are in
love; without love there is nothing that
civilizes, softens, or elevates. But earthly
love, so high, so pure, so separated from the
common instincts of the world, is but a type
of that infinitely higher and purer heavenly
love. All the allegories of the poets are to
be read in a deeper sense by those who are
initiated into the mysteries, and when a
poet sings songs of love, he is singing songs
of a mysterious religion.
That this was the case with all the troubadours,
or even with most of them, we do
not affirm; that it was at one time believed
to be true of all of them seems tolerably
clear. And no doubt many an honest bard,
quite simply putting down his thoughts
about his mistress's lips, or the tangles of
her hair, would have been astonished to
hear that he was preaching the glories of
the Virgin, or advocating a free and Pope-less
Church. On the supposition that Guillaume
de Lorris was one of those who had
learned from the troubadours the art of double
allegory, and that he conveyed religious
teaching under this disguise, we should expect
to find the key to his poem in the religious
difficulties of his time. It is not, at
least, difficult to get at these.
The people of Provence[51] had always
mixed freely with the educated Mahometans
of Spain, and the wealthy Jews who lived
among them: their own Christianity sat
lightly upon them, as a cloak, the fashion
of which might at any time be altered; theology
was held in universal disesteem, and
the priesthood, taken from the lowest strata
of society, were objects of pity and contempt:
a widespread heresy existed, which
does not appear to have had much, if anything
to do with modern Protestantism, holding
'erroneous views' on Baptism and the
Eucharist, rejecting the Old Testament, denying
the authority and necessity of the
priesthood, and even repudiating, in some
cases, marriage itself. It was growing rapidly
not only in Switzerland and Languedoc
but also in the Nord, in England,
and in Germany, by means of wandering
bards, who scattered their new doctrines
broadcast wherever they went. By local
persecutions and burnings, attempts were
made to stop it, but in vain; and Rome saw
with consternation a province the most cultivated,
the most richly endowed with genius,
the most wealthy, that from which the
greatest help for the Church was to be expected,
a prey to free thought of the most
unbridled kind.
As soon as persecution began, or even
suspicion of the truth, the poets would see
the necessity for veiling their thoughts under
carefully-constructed allegories, and while
they chanted a monotonous refrain on one
of the many rules of love, secretly inculcated
a code of doctrines more subversive than
any the Church had yet combated. Occasionally
we hear a voice which speaks aloud,
and plainly enough, to let us know the kind
of thing that was whispered. Thus Fauriel
gives the following from Pierre Cardinal.[52]
He is considering the insoluble problem of
suffering and evil, and cries, with a boldness
that has more despair than blasphemy in it—'At
the Last Day I shall say, myself, to
God that He fails in His duty to His children
if He thinks to destroy them and
plunge them into Hell.... God ought to
use gentleness and to keep His souls from
trespass.'
Voluptuous, loose in morals, satirical, and
careless as these poets were, they yet have
the merit of boldly using thought, and carrying
conviction to its logical and legitimate
end. They anticipated the movement of the
fifteenth century, without its knowledge and
higher light: their penalty was extermination,
thorough and complete. The land was
destroyed; its cities burned; the people
massacred; Pope and kings combined to
make a desert, and to call it peace.
What could the Church do more? What
indeed, could she do less? For the war was
a struggle for existence, and the heresies of
Provence were only the most formidable in
a general movement of free thought which
shook the powers of Rome to its very foundations.
But one thing the Church could
not do. The flame of insubordination and
opposition could be handed down in secret.
Things that could not be attacked openly,
might be attacked secretly. There were
secret societies in the Middle Ages, which
had a real and definite object, the danger
and the terror of the Church.[53] And to
this day Rome excommunicates the members
of all secret societies, whether the mild
and convivial Freemason or the bloodthirsty
Fenian. The Society of Jesus is the only
secret society to which a Roman Catholic
may belong. Guillaume de Lorris belongs
to a time when doctrine was secretly assailed;
his successor, Jean de Meung, to a time
when practice was openly assailed. For men
very soon left off attacking their enemies by
allegory, and Guillaume de Lorris, if he was
indeed one of that school, was one of its last
disciples.
Whether he was, or was not, can never
now be satisfactorily answered. He left his
poem unfinished, hardly, perhaps, begun.
Whatever has to be said on the subject of
its original plan, must be necessarily conjectural.
We incline, on the whole, to believe
that he did have a religious purpose, which
was not understood by Jean de Meung; that
one who bears in mind the religious history
of Provence as well as the character of its
situation, may well construct an interpretation
of the work of Guillaume de Lorris far
more probable and consistent than that of
Molinet or of Marot.
Jean de Meung, so-called because he was
born at the little town of Meung, in the department
of Loiret—
'De Jean de Meung, s'enfle le cours de Loire.'
Jean Clopinel, Limping John, because he
was lame, finding himself, some forty years
later, with his head stuffed full of all the
learning of his time, and nearly bursting
with sentiments, convictions, and opinions,
on religion, politics, social economy, and
science, began, one may suppose, to cast
about for some means of getting rid of his
burden. Lighting on the unfinished and
half-forgotten work of Guillaume de Lorris,
he conceived the idea of finishing the allegory,
and making it the medium of popularizing
his own opinions. He could hardly
have hit upon a readier plan. It was not
yet a time for popular science; there were
no treatises in the vernacular on history,
theology, and political economy, and the
only way of getting at people was by means
of rhyme. But Jean de Meung was no allegorist,
and no storyteller. He took up the
tale, indeed, where his predecessor left it,
and carried it on, it is true, but in so languid
a manner, with so many digressions, turns
and twists, that what little interest was originally
in it goes clean out. Nothing can
well be more tedious than those brief portions
devoted to the conduct of the story.
It finishes, somehow. Love calls his barons
together, is defeated, sends an embassy to
his mother, Venus, who comes to his assistance;
the fortress is taken, Bel Accueil is
released, and the Rose is plucked. In the
course of the poem, Malebouche gets his
tongue cut out, Déduit, Doux Regard,
Léesce, Doux Penser, and others drop out
of the allegory altogether; the Garden is
forgotten; all the little careful accessories of
Guillaume de Lorris, such as the arrows of
Love and his commandments, are contemptuously
ignored. Those that remain are
changed, the Friend in the second part being
very different from the Friend in the first,
while Richesse appears with a new function.
Every incident is made the peg for a digression,
and every digression leads to a dozen
others. The losses of the old characters are
made up by the creation of new ones, and, in
Faux Semblant, the hypocrite and monk,
Jean de Meung anticipates Rabelais and surpasses
Erasmus.
Between Guillaume de Lorris and his successor
there is a great gulf hardly represented
by the forty years of interval. Men's
thoughts had widely changed. The influence
of Provençal poetry was finally and
completely gone, and its literature utterly
fallen, to be revived after many centuries
only by the scholar and the antiquarian.
More than this, the thoughts and controversies
of men which had turned formerly upon
the foundations of the Christian faith, now
turned either on special points of doctrine,
or on the foundation and principles of society.
No writers, so far as we remember, have
noticed the entire separation between the
two parts of the romance. They are independent
works. Even the allegory changes
form, and the idea of the trouvère, Guillaume,
was lost and forgotten when his successor
professed to carry it on.
In passing from one to the other, the
transition is like that from a clear, cold,
mountain stream to a turbid river, whose
waters are stained with factory refuse, and
whose banks are lined with busy towns.
The mystic element suddenly disappears.
Away from the woodland and the mountains
and among the haunts of men, it cannot live.
The idea of love becomes gross and vulgar.
The fair, clear voice of the poet grows thick
and troubled; his gaze drops from the
heavens to the earth. It is no longer a
trouvère bent on developing a hidden meaning,
and wrapping mighty secrets of religious
truth in a cold and careful allegory;
it is a man, eager and impetuous, alive to all
the troubles and sorrows of humanity, with
a supreme contempt for love, and for woman,
the object of love, and a supreme carelessness
for the things that occupied the mind
of his predecessor. We have said that new
characters were introduced. The boundaries
of the old allegory were, indeed, too narrow.
Jean de Meung had to build, so to speak,
the walls of his own museum. It was to be
a museum which should contain all knowledge
of the time; to hold miscellaneous collections
of facts, opinions, legends, and quotations,
than which nothing can be more bewildering,
nothing more unmethodical, nothing
more bizarre.
As a poet he is superior, we think, to his
predecessor, though Guillaume de Lorris can
only be reckoned as a second-rate versifier.
He is diffuse, apt to repeat himself, generally
monotonous, and sometimes obscure. His
imagination is less vivid, and his style less
clear, than those of Guillaume de Lorris.
Occasionally, however, passages of beauty
occur. The following, for example, diffuse
as it is, appears to us to possess some of the
elements of real poetry. The poet is describing
a tempest followed by fair weather.
Nature weeps at the wrath of the winds:—
'The air itself, in truth, appears
To weep for this in flooded tears.
The clouds such tender pity take,
Their very clothing they forsake:
And for the sorrow that they bear,
Put off the ornaments they wear.
'So much they mourn, so much they weep,
Their grief and sorrow are so deep,
They make the rivers overflow,
And war against the meadows low:
Then is the season's promise crossed;
The bread made dear, the harvest lost,
And honest poor who live thereby,
Mourn hopes that only rose to die.
'But when the end arrives at last,
And fair times come, and bad are passed;
When from the sky, displeased and pale,
Fair weather robs its rain and hail,
And when the clouds perceive once more
The thunder gone, the tempest o'er—
Then they rejoice, too, as they may,
And to be comely, bright, and gay,
Put on their glorious robes anew,
Varied with every pleasant hue;
They hang their fleeces out to dry,
Carding and combing as they fly;
Then take to spinning, and their thread
Abroad through all the heavens spread,
With needles white and long, as though
Their feathery gauntlets they would sew—
Harness their steeds, and mount and fly
O'er valleys deep and mountains high.'
It is needless, after what has been said,
to pursue any further the story of the romance.
There is not much lost by this
omission, because the work has really little
or nothing to do with the allegory, and
might simply be called, 'The Opinions of
Jean de Meung.' Our object is to show what
actually were the opinions of a scholar of
liberal views in the thirteenth century.
They may be divided into four classes,
foremost of which, in his own mind, stands
his hatred of monks. In religion he was not
an infidel, or even a heretic; he was simply
in opposition. He writes, not against sacerdotalism,
but against the inversion of recognised
order by the vagabond friars. Order,
indeed, he would insist upon as strenuously
as Hooker himself; but order he would subordinate
to what he deems the most essential
thing, personal holiness. To decry, deride,
and hurl contempt on the monastic orders:
to put into the strongest possible words the
inarticulate popular hatred of these was, we
believe, his leading thought when he began
his book.
His second idea was to make an angry,
almost furious protest against the extravagant
respect paid to women, and an onslaught
on their follies and vices. It is very curious,
and shows how little he was trammelled by
his allegory, that he fails altogether to see
how entirely out of place is such an attack
in the 'Romance of the Rose.'
He had two other principal ideas: one to
communicate in the common tongue as much
science as the world could boast; and the
other, to circulate certain principles of vague
socialism and hesitating republicanism which
were then beginning to take the place of
those religious speculations which occupied
men's minds in the early part of the century.
Jean de Meung's was not the only book
of the time which aimed at being an encyclopædia,
but it was by far the best known
and the most widely répandu. There were
written towards the close of the thirteenth
century certain collections called trésors,
which were designed to contain everything
that was to be learned, quicquid scibile, in
mathematics, physics, astronomy, alchemy,
music, speculative philosophy, and theology.
They were generally in verse; one of the
best of them being by a monk, called 'Mainfroi,'
which professedly contained the Arabic
learning, borrowed from the Moors in Spain.
Probably Jean de Meung had access to this.
Readers of old English literature will also
remember that dreariest of dreary books,
Gower's 'Confessio Amantis,' into which
the hapless student plunges without hope,
and emerges without profit, having found
nothing but vapid imitation, monotonous
repetition, and somnolent platitudes. The
'Confessio' is a trésor, and designed to contain
all the science of the time. It is adapted,
so far as the science goes, from a trésor
called the Secretum Secretorum.
Let us, then, gather some of the opinions
of our author, classifying them according to
this fourfold division. It may be premised
that the division was not thought of by the
poet, from whom, indeed, sequence and
method are not to be expected.
Liberal thought, in the time of Jean de
Meung, did not attack the domain of doctrine,
partly, perhaps, from an unwillingness
to meet the probable consequences of a
charge of heresy; indeed, when doctrine
came in its way, it seems to have leaned in
the direction of orthodoxy. Thus we find
Jean de Meung siding with Guillaume de
St. Amour in an attack on the 'Eternal
Gospel,' that most extraordinary book,
ascribed to Joachim, Abbot of Flora,[54] which
was intended to have the same relation to
Christianity which Christianity bears to
Judaism, to be at once its fulfilment and its
abolition, which was to inaugurate the third
and last, the perfect age, that of the Holy
Spirit. The mendicants, an ignorant, credulous
body, quite incapable of appreciating
cause or consequence of teaching, espoused
the cause of the book; Guillaume de St.
Amour arraigned them, not only of the ordinary
vices attributed to them—vices entirely
contrary to their vows—but as preachers of
doctrines pernicious, false, and heretical.
Probably Jean de Meung was actuated by
esprit de corps, Guillaume de St. Amour
being a champion of the University of Paris,
as well as by hatred to the monks, and, in
spite of his hard words, was not moved
strongly by any specially inimical feeling
towards the book. Following the instincts
of his time, however, he flatly ascribes its
authorship to the Devil, the alleged author
of so many theological books. Partizanship
in those days, as in ours, meant, to be effective,
a good, sound, honest hatred, and much
command of language. In his description
of hell, Jean anticipates the realistic horrors
of Dante.
'What guerdon,' he asks, 'can the wicked
man look for, save the cord which will hang
him to the dolorous gibbet of hell? There
will he be rivetted with everlasting fetters before
the prince of devils; there will he be
boiled in cauldrons; roasted before and behind;
set to revolve, like Ixion, on cutting
wheels turned by the paws of devils; tormented
with hunger and thirst, and mocked with
fruit and water, like Tantalus, or set to roll
stones for ever up hill, like Sysyphus.'
One thing seems here worthy of remark.
The place of punishment for the wicked
man, in the Middle Ages, was the torture-chamber
of their own criminal courts, intensified
by imagination. Their punishment
was through the senses. Of mental agony
they had no conception. Yet, strangely
enough, their heaven was never a heaven of
the senses; and it shows how deeply they
were penetrated with the feeling of Christ's
holiness that while every temptation seemed
set to make the mass believe in a paradise
like that of Mahomet, the heaven of Christendom
has always offered, as its chief
charm, the worship and praise of a present
God. 'There, by the fountain of mercy,'
says Jean de Meung, 'shall ye sit.'
'There shall ye taste that spring so fair;
(Bright are its waters, pure and clear),
And never more from death shall shrink,
If only of that fount you drink.
But ever still, untired, prolong
The days with worship, praise, and song.'[55]
The poet reserves, however, his chief
strength and the main exposition of his views
for his character of Faux Semblant—False
seeming—the hypocrite. There is a dramatic
art of the very highest kind in the
way in which Faux Semblant draws and
develops his own character, pronounces, as
it were, the apology of hypocrisy. His
painting of the vices of the mendicant orders
cannot approach those of Walter de Mapes,
of Erasmus, and of Buchanan, in savage
ferocity; but it is more satirical and more
subtly venomous than any of those, and has
the additional bitterness that it is spoken as
from within the body which he attacks.
The others, standing outside the monastic
orders, point the finger of scorn at them.
Jean de Meung makes one of themselves, an
unblushing priest, with a candour which
almost belongs to an approving conscience,
with a chuckling self-complacency and an
entire unconsciousness of the contrast between
his life and his profession, which rises
to the very first order of satirical writing,
depict his own life, and take credit for villanies
which he takes care to inform us are
common to his order. He has been compared
with Friar John; but the animalism
and lusty vigour of this holy man lead him
to a life of jovial sensuality through sheer
ignorance; whereas Faux Semblant, his conscience
seared with a hot iron, sins against
the light. We may compare, too, the
attacks made by Jean de Meung's contemporaries
and immediate successors. They
never even attempt satire.[56] It was an instrument
whose use they could not comprehend.
Their line is invective, as when
Rutebeuf says, in his straightforward way—
'Papelart et Beguin,
Ont le siècle honi.'
or, as Eustache Deschamps attacks the pluralists—
'Prestres et clers qui tenez vos monciaulx
De chapelles, vous autres curiaulx,
Des povres clers ayez compassion:
Repartez leur ces biens ecclesiaulx,
Afin que Dieu vous soit propiciaulx:
Vous les tenez à vo dampnacion.'
Faux Semblant, in his sermon, or address,
a small part only of which we consider, begins
by telling his hearers that he lives, by
preference, in obscurity, and may, therefore,
chiefly be found where this is most
readily obtained, viz., under a religious habit.
With the habit, however, he does not put on
the reality of religion. He attaches himself
to powerful patrons; he goes about preaching
poverty, but living on the best of everything;
nothing can be more contrary to his
experience than that religion is to be found
at all under the robe of a monk; nor does
it follow that men and women lead bad
lives because they wear a worldly garb; very
many, indeed, of the saints have been married,
were parents of children, and men and
women of the world.
He tells how he changes his habit from
time to time; how, out of the religious life,
he 'takes the grain and leaves the straw;'
how he hears confession and grants absolution,
as well as any parish priest; but how,
unlike the parish priest, he will hear the confessions
only of the rich, who can afford to
pay; 'let me have the fat sheep, and the
pastors shall have the lean.' So with the
poor; he will not help any.
'Let dying beggars cry for aid,
Naked and cold on dunghill laid:
There stands the hospital, with door
Wide open to receive the poor.
Thither let all who please repair,
For help nor money can I spare:
No use for me to save their life:
What can he give who sucks his knife?'
Now, with the rich it is different; and
the mendicant, while he takes the alms of
those whose sins he has heard, may glow
with conscious virtue, reflecting that the
rich are much more exposed to temptation,
and therefore, as a rule, more grievously
weighed down with a sense of guilt than the
poor. When relief can be given, surely it
should first be bestowed on those who need
it most.
Mendicancy, Faux Semblant acknowledges
with an engaging candour, is only right
when a man has not learned and cannot learn
a trade. Monks, according to the teaching
of Saint Augustine, ought to earn their bread
by labour, and when we are commanded to
give all to the poor, it is not meant that we
should take it back by begging, but that we
should work for our living. But the world,
neglecting this among other wholesome rules,
has set itself to rob, plunder, and despoil,
every man trying to get whatever he can
from his neighbour. As for himself, his
business, and that of his brethren, is to rob
the robber: to spoil the spoiler.
The mendicants keep up their own power
by union; if a man does one of them an
injury, they all conspire to effect his ruin:
if one hates, all hate: if one is refused, all
are refused, and revenge is taken: if any
man is conspicuous for good deeds, they
claim him as their own disciple, and in order
to get the praise of people and inspire confidence,
they ask, wherever they go, for letters
which may testify to their virtue, and
make people believe that all goodness
abounds in them.
He says that he leaves others to retire
into hermitages and caves, preferring to be
called the Antichrist of robbers and hypocrites:
he proclaims himself a cheat, a rogue,
a liar, and a thief: he boasts that his father,
Treachery, and himself rule in every realm,
and that in the security of a religious disguise,
where no one is likely to suspect him,
he contrives various means to charm and deceive
the world. Set forth in this bold fashion,
the discourse of Faux Semblant loses all
its dramatic force. It is fair, however, to
state that this is chiefly found in detached
passages, and that the sermon is entirely
spoiled by the many digressions, notably
that on the 'Eternal Gospel,' which are found
in it. Chaucer's rendering of this portion
appears to us to be far less happy than the
rest of his work.
Another long and very curious dissertation,
into which there is no space here to enter,
is that on Predestination, where he arrives
at the conclusion that the doctrine must be
accepted as a dogma in Christian faith, but
that it need not affect the Christian life—
'For every man, except a fool,
May guide himself by virtue's rule.'
A conclusion which seems almost to anticipate
the conclusion arrived at in the Article
of the Church of England.
The sum of Jean de Meung's religious
teaching is to be found in the sermon of
Genius—
'And, Lords and Ladies, this be sure,
That those who live good lives and pure;
Nor from their work and duty shrink,
Shall of this fountain freely drink.—
To honour Nature never rest,
By labour is she honoured best;
If others goods are in your hands,
Restore them all—so God commands.
From murder let all men abstain;
Spotless keep hands, and mouth keep clean.
Be loyal and compassionate,
So shall ye pass the heavenly gate.'
The one thing insisted on by Jean de
Meung is the absolute necessity of a pure
life. A profound sense of the beauty of a
pure life is, indeed, the key-note to all mediæval
heresies and religious excitements.[57]
The uncleanness of the clergy was the most
terrible weapon wielded by the heresiarchs.
Thus Peter de Brueys compelled monks to
marry. Henry the Deacon taught that the
Church could exist without priests. Tanchelin
of Antwerp held that the validity of the
sacraments depended on the holiness of him
who administered them. Peter Waldo sent
out his disciples two by two, to preach the
subversive doctrine that every virtuous man
was his own priest; while the Cathari went
gladly to the stake in defence of their principle
that absolute personal purity was the
one thing acceptable to God. The more
ignorant the age, the wider is religious
speculation; but in the most ignorant ages,
there rises up from time to time a figure
with a spiritual insight far beyond that of
more learned times. Protestantism in its
noblest form has found nothing more sublime
than this conception of a Church
where every good man is a priest; and there
is nothing in the history of religious thought
more saddening than these efforts of the
people, ever hopeless, ever renewed, to protest
against dogma, creed, perfunctory and
vicarious religion, and to proclaim a religion
of personal holiness alone.
Let us turn to the second division. We
find the book teeming with a misogyny,
bitter enough to make us believe that there
must have been some personal cause for it.
'What is love?' he asks. 'It is a maladie
de pensée—the dream of a sick fancy....
There is a far higher and nobler thing in the
friendship of men.' And it is after narrating
the stories of 'Penelope' and 'Lucretia,'
that he puts into the mouth of Jealousy
the famous couplet—
'Toutes estes, serez, ou fustes,
De faict ou de voulenté, putes.'
Of course it may be urged that these are
the words of jealousy, and not of the poet;
but, unfortunately, there are so many indications
of the author's entire approval of the
sentiment, that the plea is hardly worth
much. Take, for instance, the dramatic
scene, when the wife worms out her husband's
secret; or that of the old woman's
lesson to Bel Accueil, where, as in the case
of Faux Semblant, he puts woman's condemnation
in her own mouth. She teaches him
the art of love almost in Ovid's own words;
she prefaces her lesson by a lament over
the past days of youth and beauty; her regrets
are not for a life of sin and deceit, but
for the past bad days that can come no
more. She is steeped in wickedness and intrigue;
she can see no happiness, except in
love and luxury.
'My days of gladness are no more;
Your joyous time is all before;
Hardly can I, through age and pain,
With staff and crutch, my knees sustain.
Almost a child, you hardly know
What thing you have to bear and do.
Yet, well I wot, the torch that all
Burns soon or late, on you will fall;
And in that fount where Venus brings
Her maidens, will you drench love's wings.
But ere you headlong enter, pause,
Listen to one who knows Love's laws.
Perilous are its waters clear;
He risks his life who plunges here
Without a guide. Who follows me
Safe and successful shall he be.'
She tells of her vanished youth and all
the pleasant follies of her young days; how
she threw away her affections on a scoundrel,
who only robbed and ill-treated her;
how she wasted her money and neglected
her chances; how she grew old, and her old
friends ceased to knock at her door.
'But ah! my child, no one can know
Save him who feels the bitter woe,
What grief and dolour me befell
At losing what I loved so well.
The honeyed words, the soft caress,
The sweet delight, the sweet embrace;
The kisses sweet—so quickly sped,
The joyous time so quickly fled.
Fled! and I left alone to mourn.
Fled! never, never to return.'
The whole passage is full of the truest touches
of nature, and is written with a verve quite
extraordinary. Villon has imitated it in his
ballad of the Belle Heaulmière,—
'Avis m'est que j'oy regretter
La belle qui fust Heaulmière;
Soy jeune fille souhaiter
Et parler en ceste manière.
Qu'est devenu ce front poly,
Ces cheveulx blonds, sourcils voultiz,
Grant entr'œil, le regard joly,
Dont prenoye les plus subtils;
Ce beau nez ni grand ni petit;
Ces petites joinctes oreilles;
Menton fourchu, cler vis, traictiz
Et ces belles lèvres vermeilles?'
And Béranger sings in the same key,—
'Combien je regrette
Mon bras si dodu,
Ma jambe bien faite,
Et le temps perdu.'
Jean de Meung's old woman is no more reformed
than her successors. And she tells
Bel Accueil all that Ovid had to impart.
It is quite possible that in putting an
imitation of the 'Art of Love' into the old
woman's mouth, Jean de Meung catered
to the lowest tastes of the age, and courted
a popularity from this part of his work
which he might not have obtained from the
rest. The same sort of defence—no defence
at all, but another and a worse charge—has
been set up in the cases of Rabelais and
Swift. All such offenders we are told, deferred
to popular opinion, and wrote what
they inwardly disapproved. This surely is
worse. To be yourself so far depraved as
to take delight in things impure is bad; to
deliberately lay yourself out to please others
with things impure is surely infinitely more
wicked. It is possible that Jean de Meung,
Rabelais, and Swift, did this; but we do
not think it probable. In the case of the
poet whom we are now considering, there
seems every reason to believe that he had
formed the lowest possible ideas of love and
women; that from the depths of a corrupted
morality, which permitted him the same
pleasure in impurity which the common
herd of the vulgar and illiterate shared, he
had eager yearnings for that purity of life
which alone as he felt and preached, could
bring one to taste of the heavenly spring.
That a man could at the same time grovel
so low and look so high, that his gaze upwards
was so clear and bright, while his eyes
were so often turned earthward, is a singular
phenomenon; but it is not a solitary one.
Other great men have been as degraded as
they were exalted. Perhaps when Christiana
and her children saw that vision of the man
with the muck-rake, while the angel, unregarded,
held the crown of glory over his
head, had they looked much longer, they
might have seen him drop his rake and
gaze upwards, with streaming eyes, upon
the proffered glory. Jean de Meung was
the man with the muck-rake who sometimes
looked upwards.
The poet feels it necessary to apologize
for his severity against the sex. 'If,' he
says, 'you see anything here against womankind,
blame not the poet.'
'All this was for instruction writ,
Here are no words of idle wit.
No jealousy inspired the song;
No hatred bears the lines along.
Bad are their hearts, if such there live,
Who villainie to women give.
Only, if aught your sense offend,
Think that to know yourself is good,
And that, with this intent, your friend,
I write what else might seem too rude.'
He thinks it right, too, to make a sort of
apology for the severity of his attack on
monks.
'I strung my bow: I bent it well;
And though no saint, the truth to tell
I let my random arrows fly,
In lowly town and cloister high.
For what cared I where'er they lit?
The folk that Christ called hypocrite,
Who here and there are always found,
Who keep their Lent the whole year round,
But feed on live men's flesh the while
With teeth of envy and of guile,
These were my mark; no other aim
Was mine except to blot their fame.'
Let us pass to what is perhaps the most
curious part of the book, and the richest for
the student of mediæval ideas, that in which
he gives us his views on the growth and
principles of society. Here are advanced
theories of an audacity and apparent originality
which make one curious to know how
far they penetrated into the lower strata of
France; whether they were the speculations
of a dreamer, or the tenets of a school; whether
there was any connection—it is more than
possible—between this kind of teaching and
the frantic revolt of the peasantry; whether,
in fact, Jean de Meung was a prophet with
a following, or a visionary without disciples.
Read, for instance, his account, somewhat
abridged, of the Golden Age:—
'Once on a time, in those old years,
When lived our grandsires and forbears,
(Writers, by whom the tale we know,
And ancient legends, tell us so),
Love was loyal, and true, and good;
The folk was simple; the fare was rude;
They gathered the berries in forest and mead:
For all their meat and all their bread;
They wandered by valley and plain and mountain,
By river and forest and woodland fountain,
Plucking the chestnuts and sweet wild fruits,
Looking for acorns and rustic roots.
They rubbed together the ears of wheat;
They gathered the clustering grape to eat;
Rich fare they made when the forest bees
Filled with honey the hollow trees:
Water their drink; and the strong red wine
Was not yet pressed from the autumn vine.
'When sleep came with the shades of night,
They spread no beds of down so light,
But stretched in their cabins on piles of hay,
Fresh gathered grass and leaves they lay.
Or slept without—when the air was mild—
And summer winds were hushed and stilled;
When birds in the early morning grey
Awoke to welcome, each in his way,
The dawn that makes all hearts so gay.
In that glad time when the royal pair,
Flora—Queen of the flowers fair—
And Zephyr, her mate, give timely birth
To flowers of spring, through all the earth.
... 'such splendour give
That you might think the world would strive
With Heaven itself for glory—so bright,
So fair, so proud, with its flowers bedight.
Then in the woods they lay at ease,
Over their heads the branching trees—
Lovers kissed, who lovers were,
And kissed again, and had no fear—
Then they chaunted rounds and lays,
Joyously led their sports and plays:
A simple folk; they had no prayer—
No fond ambition—nor other care
Then just to live a life of joy—
And loyal love without annoy.
No king or prince was with them yet
To plunder and wrong, to ravish and fret;
There were no rich, there were no poor,
For no man yet kept his own store:
And well the saying old they knew—
(Wise it is, and is proven true)
Love and Lordship are two—not one:
They cannot abide together, nor mate:
Who wishes to join them is undone,
And who would unite will separate.'
Or, as Dryden, who certainly never read
the 'Romance of the Rose,' unless perhaps
in Marot's edition, says:—
'Love either finds equality, or makes it.'
The end of the Golden Age—a thing not
generally known—was accelerated by Jason's
voyage, the hero bringing home with him
treasures from Outremer: people begin to
get ideas of property: they amass wealth:
they rob and fight for plunder: they go so
far as to divide the land. 'La propriété,'
says Proudhon, 'c'est le vol.'
'Even the ground they parcelled out,
And placed the landmarks all about;
And over these, whene'er they met,
Fierce battle raged. What they could get,
They seized and snatched; and everywhere
The strongest got the biggest share.
So that at length, of plunder tired,
Needs must a guardian should be hired.
A sturdy peasant chose they then,
The mightiest of the sons of men;
Strongest in battle or in ring,
And him they chose to be their king.'
Voltaire has exactly the same idea:
'Le premier roi fut un soldat heureux.'
This is the origin of royalty. The growth
of feudalism, of armies, taxation, and division
into classes is carefully traced from these
small beginnings.
But he deduces the great law of charity
and love for our neighbours. Having this,
we have everything; and wanting this, we
get wars, tyranny, and all the miseries of the
world.
What is the nature of true gentility?
Lineage, he explains, has nothing to do with
it. None are gentle, but those whose virtues
make them so. Ancestors may leave
their wealth behind them, but not the qualities
that made them great. Clerks have an
advantage over unlettered persons in knowing
what is right. If they are coarse and
rude, they sin against greater light, and incur
heavier punishment.
'Let him, who gentleman would be,
From sloth and idleness keep free;
In arms and study be employed,
And coarse rusticity avoid.
Let him, with humble, courteous grace,
Meet every class in every place;
Honour all women, wife or maid,
So that not too much trust be laid
In woman's faith. So may he steer,
Of this great danger wholly clear.
Know all that gentle blood may bring
No benefit, or anything,
Except what each man's worth may give.
Know, also, none of all that live
Can ask for honour, praise, or blame
By reason of another's name.'
The idea, of course, is not new. It is
found frequently enough in the Greek and
Latin literature. It occurs, we believe, for the
first time in the fragments of Epicharmus,—
ἀγαθὸς δ' ἄνηρ κἂν Αἰθίοψ καὶ δοῦλος, εὐγενὴς ἔφυ.
and afterwards it is found in Euripides, Horace,
Juvenal—'Stemmata quid faciunt?'—and,
lastly, in Seneca. Doubtless, Jean de
Meung took it from Seneca. Once started
anew, the idea, of course, became popular,
and poet after poet repeated it, until it became
a mere commonplace. But so far as
we have been able to discover, Jean de Meung
gave it new life.
A few words only, for our limits press, on
the natural science taught in the 'Romance
of the Rose.' The poet, having got rid of
this indignation and wrath that lay at his
soul anent the mendicant friars, and the
vices of women, wishes now, it seems, to sit
down for a quiet and comfortable disquisition
on universal knowledge, including alchemy,
in which he is a firm believer; indeed,
he wants to pass, in a certain ballad
of his, for an adept. This part takes the
form of a confession of Nature to her chaplain
Genius (in which Power afterwards
copies him). The confession is long and
wearisome, but it is curious as being the
earliest and fullest popular account of mediæval
science.
He fancies Nature to be perpetually at
work, fashioning creatures whom Death continually
tries to destroy.
'Nature, who fashions all that holds
The sky beneath its ample folds,
Within her forge meanwhile was found,
And at her work's eternal round,—
Struck out new forms of every race,
Lest life should fail, and types should cease;
She made so many, that Death, who toiled
With heavy mace to kill, was foiled.
They fly to save themselves, where'er
Their fate may lead, or feet may bear;
Some to the Church and convent rule,
Some to the dance, some to the school;
Some to their merchandize are turned,
Some to the arts which they have learned.
Another, sworn by Holy Writ,
Puts on the cloak of hypocrite;
And, flying, would his thoughts conceal,
Did not his life the truth reveal.
So, shunning Death, do all men shape
Their diverse ways, his blows to 'scape.'
The scientific discourse follows: observe
the good sense of many of his remarks:—
'God, having made the world out of nothing,
having put all things into their proper places,
measured spaces, and allotted courses, handed
all over to Nature as his chambrière. Whatever
man can do—and his power is very great—he
cannot equal Nature, the inexhaustible
and untiring. By alchemy he can interchange
metals; can restore its pristine purity to everything;
can turn quicksilver into gold by subtle
medicines; but he cannot change or create
species. This Nature alone is able to effect,
changing the complexions of things, so that
they assume new forms and become new substances;
as when in thunderstorms, stones
fall from the clouds, where no stones ever
were.
'The heavens turn every day, bearing with
them the stars. They go round from east to
west, rejoicing the world. A complete revolution
is made every 26,000 years.
'The moon is different from the planets
in being obscure in some places and clear in
others. The reason of this is, that the sun
can penetrate through one part of it, as through
glass; the dark part, on which is figured a
serpent having a tree on his back, reflecting
the rays.
'In the centre is the sun, like a king. He it
is who makes the stars so bright that they
serve as lamps of the night; were we nearer
to the sun we should be scorched; were we
farther away we should be frozen.
'The comets are not attached to the heavens,
but fly about in the air. They do not last
long, and it is a mistake to suppose that they
portend disaster. For there is no man of
worth or power sufficient for the heavens to
take notice of him.
Nor any prince of so great worth,
That signs from heaven should give to earth,
Notice of death for him alone:
Nor is his body—life once gone—
Worth one jot more than simple squire,
Or clerk, or one who works for hire.
'Foolish people imagine, too, that stars fall
like flying dragons from the skies; and that
eclipses are to be taken as portents. Now, no
one would be astonished at these things who
understood the causes of things.
'Every student ought to acquire a knowledge
of optics, which can be learned by the aid of
geometry, from the books of Aristotle, Albacen,
and Hucayen. Here can be learned the properties
of mirrors; how they produce things
which appear miracles; make small things seem
great—a grain of sand like a mountain; and
great things small—a mountain like a grain of
sand; how glasses can be used to burn things;
how straight lines can be made to look crooked,
round things oblong, upright things reversed;
the phantoms which do not exist appear
to be moving about.'
The book from beginning to end is as full
of quotations as Burton. The author quotes
from Aristotle, Justinian, Horace, Seneca,
St. Augustine, Ovid, Cicero, Boethius, Lucan,
Claudian, Suetonius, and he has, probably
through Cicero, some knowledge of
Plato, but all this in the wildest jumble,
with no discrimination and no critical power
whatever. His range of reading was not by
any means contemptible, and though we
know of no writer of his time who can compare
with him in this respect, it is evident
that since one man had command of so
many books, other men must have enjoyed
the same advantages. There is reason to
believe from Jean de Meung alone that
acquaintance with Latin literature was much
more extended than is generally thought,
and that the scholarship of the time was by
no means wholly confined to scholastic disputation.
Such, roughly sketched, is the work of
Jean de Meung, from which we have plucked
some of the fruits that come readiest to
our hand. If not altogether an original or a
profound thinker, he has at least the merit
of fearlessness. He taught the folk, in the
most popular way possible, great and valuable
lessons. He told them that religion is a
thing apart from, and independent of, religious
profession; that "la robe ne faict pas
le moyne;" he says that most of the saints,
men and women, were decent married people,
that marriage is a laudable and holy custom,
that the wealth of monks is a mockery of
their profession and a perjury of their vows,
that learned persons ought to set an example,
and what is sheer ignorance and brutality in
others is rank sin with them; he attacks
superstition, showing that all phenomena
have natural causes, and have nothing to
do with earthly events and the fortunes of
men, because men are equal in the sight of
God; and he teaches in terms as clear as any
used by Carlyle, that labor is noble, and in
accordance with the conditions of our being—that
man's welfare is the end and aim of
all earthly provision.
All this is what used to be called the
Dark Ages. After six hundred years, the
same questions exercise us which exercised
Jean de Meung. We are still disputing as
to whether true nobility is inherited or not;
we have not all made up our minds about
the holiness of marriage; we still think the
clergyman, because he wears a surplice,
holier than other men; work has been quite
recently and with much solemnity pronounced
noble by a prophet who forgot, while he
was about it, to call it also respectable; men
yet live who look upon scientific men with
horror, and quote with fine infelicity, a text
of St. Paul's about 'science falsely so called;'
while the lesson of personal holiness has to
be preached again and again, and is generally
forgotten in the war over vestments and
creeds.
Jean de Meung wished, as it seems to us,
to write a book for the people, to answer
their questions, to warn them of dangers
before them, to instruct their ignorance.
On the sapless trunk of a dying and passionless
allegory he grafts a living branch
which shall bear fruit in the years to come.
His poem breathes indeed. Its pulses beat
with a warm human life. Its sympathies
are with all mankind. The poet has a tear
for the poor naked beggars dying on dung-heaps
and in the Hôtel-Dieu, and a lash of
scorpions for the Levite who goes by on
the other side; he teaches the loveliness of
friendship; he catches the wordless complaint
of the poor, and gives it utterance:
he speaks with a scorn which Voltaire only
has equalled, and a revolutionary fearlessness
surpassing that of D'Alembert or Diderot.
And much more than this. It seems to
us that his book—absolutely the only cheerful
book of the time—afforded hope that
things were not permanent: evil times may
change; times have not been always evil:
there was once a Golden Age: the troubles
of the present are due, not to the innate badness
of Nature and the universal unfitness of
things, but to certain definite and ascertainable
causes. Now to discover the cause is
to go some way towards curing the disease.
In that uneasy time, strange questions and
doubts perplexed men's minds—questions
of religion and politics, affecting the very
foundations of society. They asked themselves
why things were so; and looking
about in the dim twilight of dawning knowledge
they could find as yet no answer.
There was no rest in the Church or in the
State, and the mind of France—which was
the mind of Europe—was gravitating to a
social and religious democracy. An hour
before the dawn, you may hear the birds of
the forest twitter in their sleep: they dream
of the day. Europe at the close of the
thirteenth century was dreaming of the
glorious Renaissance, the dawn of the second
great day of civilization. Jean de Meung
answered the questions of the times with a
clearness and accuracy which satisfied if it
did not entirely explain. Five generations
passed away before the full burst of light, and
he taught them all, with that geniality that is
his greatest charm. His book lasted because,
confused and without art as it is, it is full of
life and cheerfulness and hope. Not one of
the poets of his own time had his lightness
of heart: despondency and dejection weigh
down every one: they alternate between a monotonous
song to a mistress or a complaint for
France; and to Jean de Meung they are as
the wood-pigeon to the nightingale. They all
borrowed from him, or studied him. Charles
of Orleans, Villon, Clement Marot, Rabelais,
La Fontaine, Regnier, Molière, Béranger, all
come down from him in direct line, his literary
children and grandchildren. And in
Jean de Meung, to make an end, is the first
manifestation of the true spirit of French
literature—the esprit Gaulois—the legacy,
they tell us, of the ancient Gaul.
Art. V.—Letters and Letter Writing.
Gossip about Letters and Letter Writers.
By George Seton, Advocate. Edinburgh.
1870.
We all of us know well, and to our cost,
that we can make no improvement in the
management of our affairs, no change for
the better in the arrangements, economical
and ethical, of our modes of life and action
without some attendant trial, trouble, or loss
coming ever like a shadow in its train. It is,
therefore, not a cause for wonder that some
spirit of evil has cast its shadow in the wake
of the introduction of the penny post, and
the still later changes in the direction of
cheapness in the newspaper press. A feeling
of regret arises in our minds that with
their introduction the good old-fashioned
long and newsy letter of bygone days has
been almost crushed out of existence. Letter
writing is becoming a lost art, and no
correspondence is now carried on as in the
olden time; for no one now lives 'a life of
letter writing' as Walpole said he did.
The reason of this is not far to seek, for
the hurry and bustle of life has become too
great to allow of anything but the passing
thought being committed to paper, and each
writer finds it to be useless to tell news to a
correspondent who has already learned what
has happened from the same source as himself.
It is now frequently a shorter operation
to call upon your friend and talk with
him than to write him a long letter; but it
is a happy thing for us of this day that this
was not always the case, for the letters of the
past which we possess form one of the most
charming branches of our lighter literature.
The value of communication between persons
in distant places was appreciated in
very early times; and we find Job exclaiming,
'Now my days are swifter than a post.'
In the days of Hezekiah 'the posts went
with the letters from the king and his princes
throughout all Israel and Judah,' and
Ahasuerus sent letters into every province of
his empire by 'the posts that rode upon
mules and camels,' and were 'hastened and
pressed on by the king's commandment,' to
inform his subjects that it was his imperial
will that every man should bear rule in his
own house. Various modes of communication
other than writing have at different
times been in use, such as numerically marked
or notched pieces of wood, and the many-coloured
cords, regularly knotted, which
were called quipus by the Peruvians. Herodotus
tells us of a cruel practice resorted to,
in order to convey secret intelligence with
safety. The head of a trusty messenger was
shaved, and certain writings were impressed
upon his skull. After his hair had grown
sufficiently long for the purposes of concealment
he was sent on his mission, and on
arriving at his destination was again shaved,
in order that the writing might be revealed.
When the Spaniards visited America they
found the postal communication in Mexico
and Peru to be carried out on a most perfect
system; and we learn that the couriers of
the Aztecs wore a differently coloured dress,
according as they brought good or bad tidings.
The establishment of a postal system in
England is chiefly due to the sagacity of
Richard III., who commanded the expedition
against the Scots, in his brother Edward's
reign. During this time, as it was
necessary for the king and his government
to know how the war was carried on, stages
of about twenty miles each were established
upon the North road. When Richard came
to the throne he did not allow this system
to fall into abeyance. Henry VIII. instituted
the office of 'Master of the Postes,'
and from his time to the present the Post
Office has increased in importance year by
year. Henry Bishop was appointed Postmaster-General
at the Restoration, on his
entering into a contract to pay to Government
the annual sum of £21,500. In Queen
Anne's reign the revenue of the Post Office
had risen to £60,000; in 1761 it reached
£142,000; in 1800 £745,000; in 1813
£1,414,224, and is now between four and
five millions sterling.
Much of this great increase in the revenue
is owing to the various improvements that
have been introduced; and most of these
have come from without, and have been opposed
by the officials. John Palmer had
great difficulty in obtaining the adoption of
his scheme of mail coaches, and Sir Rowland
Hill battled for many years for his penny
postage. Thomas Waghorn, the hero of the
Overland Route, was originally a pilot in the
service of the Hon. East India Company,
and came to England with a letter of introduction
from the Governor-General to the
chairman of the Company. The chairman
cared nothing for his scheme, and told him
to return to his duties in India, saying that
the East India Company were quite satisfied
with the postal communication as conducted
viâ the Cape of Good Hope. Waghorn left
the room, disgusted with his reception, and
wrote the following laconic note in the
hall:—
'To John Harvey Astell, Esq., M.P., Chairman of the Hon. East India Company.
'Sir,—I this day resign my employment as
a pilot in the Hon. East India Company's Bengal
Marine Service, and have the honour to remain,
your obedient servant,
'Thomas Waghorn.'
With the ink scarcely dry he rushed into
the august presence, and delivering his letter,
said, 'There, sir, is my resignation of
my position in the Company's service, and I
tell you, John Harvey Astell, Esq., member
of Parliament, and chairman of the Hon.
East India Company, that I will stuff the
Overland Route down your throat before
you are two years older.'[58]
It was very long before the present enlightened
views of cheap postage took root
in the official mind, and in a tract, entitled
'England's Wants,' reprinted in 'Somers's
Tracts' (vol. ix. p. 219), letters are among
the objects proposed for taxation. When
the cost of postage was high the receiver
expected to get his money's worth in a long
letter, but various tricks were often resorted
to in order to save this cost, and blank letters,
with a cipher on the outside, were
sometimes sent, and refused by the persons
to whom they were directed, because they
had learnt from the exterior all that they
wanted to know. Another trick discovers
an ingenious mode of getting letters free.
A shrewd countryman, learning that there
was a letter for him at the post office, called
for it, but confessing that he could not read,
requested the postmaster to open it, and let
him know the contents. When he had obtained
all the information he required, he
politely thanked the official for his kindness,
and drily observed, 'When I have some
change I will come and take it.' The doctrine
of the inviolability of letters is held by
all persons of honour, and Cicero asks 'who
at all influenced by good habits and feelings
has ever allowed himself to resent an affront
or injury by exposing to others any letters
received from the offending person during
their intercourse of friendship?' Nevertheless,
all Governments have reserved to themselves
the right of opening, in time of emergency,
the letters that pass through their
hands. The great Falkland would not
countenance any such dishonourable doctrine,
and Lord Clarendon says of him, 'One
thing Lord Falkland could never bring himself
to, while Secretary of State, and that
was the liberty of opening letters upon suspicion
that they might contain matter of
dangerous consequence, which he thought
such a violation of the law of nature that no
qualification of office could justify him in
the trespass.' In late years Sir James
Graham incurred much public odium, for
allowing the letters of Mazzini to be opened
as they passed through the English post.
The history of literature presents us with
many specimens of beautiful letters, and of
continued correspondence of a high order.
The French, more especially, excel in this
charming department of the belles lettres, and
can claim a De Sevigné and a Du Deffand;
while we too can boast of the possession of
Walpole, Gray, and Cowper among the men,
and of Lady Russell and Lady Mary Montagu
among the ladies. Good letters should
be like good conversation, easy and unrestrained,
for fine writing is as out of place
in the one as fine talk is in the other. Pope
did not understand this, and his early letters
are showy and unnatural, full of rhetorical
flourishes on trivialities. He was in the
habit of keeping rough copies of his own
letters, and sometimes repeated the same
letter to different persons, as in the case of
the two lovers killed by lightning, an account
of which he sent to the two sisters Martha
and Theresa Blount. His letters, therefore,
are of little more interest than those of
Katherine Phillips, the matchless Orinda, to
her grave Poliarchus (Sir Charles Cottrel).
Dr. Sprat, in his life of Cowley, makes some
judicious remarks upon this subject, but
draws the conclusion that familiar letters
should not be published to the world.
'There was (he says), one kind of prose
wherein Mr. Cowley was excellent; and that is
his letters to his private friends. In those he
always expressed the native tenderness and innocent
gaiety of his mind. I think, sir, you
and I have the greatest collection of this sort.
But I know you agree with me that nothing of
this sort should be published; and herein you
have always consented to approve of the modest
judgment of our countrymen above the
practice of some of our neighbours, and chiefly
of the French. I make no manner of question
but the English at this time are infinitely improved
in this way above the skill of former
ages. Yet they have been always judiciously
sparing in printing such composures, while
some other witty nations have tried all their
presses and readers with them. The truth is,
the letters that pass between particular friends,
if they are written as they ought to be, can
scarce ever be fit to see the light. They should
not consist of fulsome compliments, or tedious
politics, or elaborate elegancies, or general fancies,
but they should have a native clearness
and shortness, a domestical plainness, and a
peculiar kind of familiarity which can only
affect the humour of those for whom they
were intended. The very same passages which
make writings of this nature delightful among
friends will lose all manner of taste when they
come to be read by those that are indifferent.
In such letters the souls of men should appear
undressed; and in that negligent habit they
may be fit to be seen by one or two in a chamber,
but not to go abroad in the street.'
The letters of Scott, Byron, Southey, and
Burns—all thoroughly different in style—keep
up the character of the moderns, and
show that they understood the secret of the
art.
Letter-writing has a special charm for shy,
retiring men, because they are able to exhibit
upon paper the feelings and emotions
about which they could not speak. Some
men seem able to think only when a pen is
in their hands; though others, in the same
situation, seem to lose all their ideas. Johnson
said of the industrious Dr. Birch, 'Tom
Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation,
but no sooner does he take a pen in his
hand than it becomes a torpedo to him and
benumbs all his faculties.' Dr. French Lawrence
was an instance of the exact reverse,
for Fox made him put on paper what he
wanted to relate, saying, 'I love to read
your writing, but I hate to hear you talk.'
Sir James Mackintosh was a great admirer
of Madame de Sevigné, and we find in
his works the following admirable remarks
on the proper tone for polite conversation
and familiar letters. We doubt whether it
would be possible to find juster or finer
thoughts on this subject, expressed in more
elegant language:—
'When a woman of feeling, fancy, and accomplishment
has learned to converse with
ease and grace, from long intercourse with the
most polished society, and when she writes as
she speaks, she must write letters as they ought
to be written, if she has acquired just as much
habitual correctness as is reconcilable with the
air of negligence. A moment of enthusiasm,
a burst of feeling, a flash of eloquence may be
allowed, but the intercourse of society, either
in conversation or in letters, allows no more.
Though interdicted from the long continued use
of elevated language, they are not without a resource.
There is a part of language which is
disdained by the pedant or the declaimer, and
which both if they knew its difficulty would
dread; it is formed of the most familiar
phrases and turns in daily use by the generality
of men, and is full of energy and vivacity,
bearing upon it the mark of those keen feelings
and strong passions from which it springs.
It is the employment of such phrases which
produces what may be called colloquial eloquence.
Conversation and letters may be thus
raised to any degree of animation without departing
from their character. Anything may be
said, if it be spoken in the tone of society; the
highest guests are welcome, if they come in the
easy undress of the club; the strongest metaphor
appears without violence, if it is familiarly
expressed; and we the more easily catch
the warmest feeling, if we perceive that it is
intentionally lowered in expression out of condescension
to our calmer temper. It is thus
that harangues and declamations, the last proof
of bad taste and bad manners in conversation,
are avoided, while the fancy and the heart find
the means of pouring forth all their stores.
To meet this despised part of language in a
polished dress, and producing all the effects of
wit and eloquence, is a constant source of
agreeable surprise. This is increased when a
few bolder and higher words are happily
wrought into the texture of this familiar eloquence.
To find what seems so unlike author-craft
in a book, raises the pleasing astonishment
to the highest degree. I once thought
of illustrating my notions by numerous examples
from "La Sevigné." I must some day or
other do so, though I think it the resource of
a bungler, who is not enough master of language
to convey his conceptions into the minds
of others. The style of Madame de Sevigné
is evidently copied, not only by her worshipper,
Walpole, but even by Gray, who, notwithstanding
the extraordinary merits of his
matter, has the double stiffness of an imitator
and of a college recluse. Letters must not be
on a subject. Lady Mary Wortley's letters on
her journey to Constantinople are an admirable
book of travels, but they are not letters. A
meeting to discuss a question of science is not
conversation; nor are papers written to another,
to inform or discuss, letters. Conversation
is relaxation not business, and must never appear
to be occupation, nor must letters. Judging
from my own mind, I am satisfied of the
falsehood of the common notion that these letters
owe their principal interest to the anecdotes
of the court of Louis XIV. A very
small part of the letters consist of such anecdotes.
Those who read them with this idea
must complain of too much Grignan. I may
now own that I was a little tired during the
two first volumes. I was not quite charmed
and bewitched till the middle of the collection,
where there are fewer anecdotes of the great
and famous. I felt that the fascination grew
as I became a member of the Sevigné family;
it arose from the history of the immortal mother
and the adored daughter, and it increased
as I knew them in more detail; just as my tears
in the dying chamber of Clarissa depend on
my having so often drank tea with her in those
early volumes, which are so audaciously called
dull by the profane vulgar. I do not pretend
to say that they do not owe some secondary
interest to the illustrious age in which they
were written; but this depends merely on its
tendency to heighten the dignity of the heroine,
and to make us take a warmer concern in
persons who were the friends of those celebrated
men and women, who are familiar to us
from our childhood.'
A French writer has said, 'les marins
ecrivent mal;' but the gallant admiral, Lord
Collingwood, whose correspondence was
published in 1828, was a brilliant exception
to this rash assertion. The following letter,
addressed to the Honourable Miss Collingwood,
is dated July 1809, and shows that
its writer, in the midst of his manifold
duties as a sailor, found time to direct the
education of his children.
'I received your letter, my dearest child,
and it made me very happy to find that you
and dear Mary are well, and taking pains with
your education. The greatest pleasure I have
amidst my toils and troubles is in the expectation
which I entertain of finding you improved
in knowledge, and that the understanding
which it has pleased God to give you both
has been cultivated with care and assiduity.
Your future happiness and respectability in
the world depend on the diligence with which
you apply to the attainment of knowledge
at this period of your life, and I hope that no
negligence of our own will be a bar to your
progress. When I write to you, my beloved
child, so much interested am I that you should
be amiable and worthy the esteem of good and
wise people, that I cannot forbear to second
and enforce the instruction which you receive
by admonition of my own, pointing out to you
the great advantages that will result from a
temperate conduct and sweetness of manner to
all people, on all occasions. It does not follow
that you are to coincide and agree in opinion
with every ill-judging person; but after showing
them your reason for dissenting from their
opinion, your argument and opposition to it
should not be tinctured by anything offensive.
Never forget for one moment that you are a
gentlewoman, and all your words and all your
actions should mark you gentle. I never knew
your mother—your dear, your good mother—say
a harsh or hasty thing to any person in my
life. Endeavour to imitate her. I am quick
and hasty in my temper, my sensibility is
touched sometimes with a trifle, and my expression
of it sudden as gunpowder; but, my
darling, it is a misfortune which, not having
been sufficiently restrained in my youth, has
caused me much pain. It has, indeed, given
me more trouble to subdue this natural impetuosity
than anything I ever undertook. I
believe that you are both mild; but if you
ever feel in your little breasts that you inherit
a particle of your father's infirmity, restrain
it, and quit the subject that has caused it until
your serenity be recovered. So much for mind
and manners; next for accomplishments. No
sportsman ever hits a partridge without aiming
at it, and skill is acquired by repeated attempts.
It is the same thing in every art; unless
you aim at perfection you will never attain
it, but frequent attempts will make it easy.
Never, therefore, do anything with indifference.
Whether it be to mend a rent in your garment or
finish the most delicate piece of art, endeavour
to do it as perfectly as it is possible. When you
write a letter give it to your greatest care, that
it may be as perfect in all its parts as you can
make it. Let the subject be sense, expressed
in the most plain, intelligible, and elegant manner
that you are capable of. If in a familiar
epistle you should be playful and jocular,
guard carefully that your wit be not sharp, so
as to give pain to any person; and before you
write a sentence examine it, even the words of
which it is composed, that there be nothing vulgar
or inelegant in them. Remember, my dear,
that your letter is the picture of your brains;
and those whose brains are a compound of folly,
nonsense, and impertinence are to blame
to exhibit them to the contempt of the world,
or the pity of their friends. To write a letter
with negligence, without proper stops, with
crooked lines and great flourishing dashes, is
inelegant. It argues either great ignorance of
what is proper, or great indifference towards
the person to whom it is addressed, and is consequently
disrespectful. It makes no amends
to add an apology for having scrawled a
sheet of paper, for bad pens, for you should
mend them; or want of time, for nothing is
more important to you, or to which your time
can be more properly devoted. I think I can
know the character of a lady pretty nearly by
her handwriting. The dashers are all impudent,
however they may conceal it from themselves
or others; and the scribblers flatter themselves
with the vain hope that, as their letter cannot
be read, it may be mistaken for sense. I am
very anxious to come to England; for I have
lately been unwell. The greatest happiness
which I expect there is to find that my dear
girls have been assiduous in their learning.
May God Almighty bless you, my beloved
little Sarah, and sweet Mary too.'
Having seen from the foregoing extracts
the principles that should govern the composition
of familiar letters, we shall be better
able to judge of the merits or demerits of
the specimens that follow; and we will take
this opportunity of saying that we have preferred
to choose our examples from little
known sources, rather than from such well-known
volumes as the correspondences of
Walpole, Gray, or Cowper. The celebrated
Mrs. Elizabeth Carter was much troubled by
one of her most intimate and early friends
always writing to her in terms of great respect.
In order to show her correspondent
the absurdity of her conduct, and to obtain
an easier kind of intercommunication, she
wrote the following letter:—
'Nov. 29, 1742.
'To Miss ——
'It is with the utmost diffidence, dear Miss
——, that I venture to do myself the high
honour of writing to you, when I consider my
own nothingness and utter incapacity of doing
any one thing upon earth. Indeed, I cannot
help wondering at my own assurance in daring
to expose my unworthy performance to your
accurate criticisms, which to be sure I should
never have presumed to do if I had not thought
it necessary to pay my duty to you, which,
with the greatest humility, I beg you to accept.
Unless I had as many tongues in my head as
there are grains of dust betwixt this place and
Canterbury, it is impossible for me to express
the millionth part of the obligations I have to
you; but people can do no more than they can,
and therefore I must content myself with assuring
you that I am, with the sublimest veneration,
and most profound humility,
'Your most devoted,
'Obsequious,
'Respectful,
'Obedient,
'Obliged,
'And dutiful,
'Humble servant,
'E. Carter.
'I know you have an extreme good knack at
writing respectful letters; but I shall die with
envy if you outdo this.'
Aaron Hill expresses in elegant words
what many have felt when they have received
a letter from one who was separated from
them by time and space:—
'Letters from absent friends extinguish fear,
Unite division, and draw distance near;
Their magic force each silent wish conveys,
And wafts embodied thought a thousand ways.
Could souls to bodies write, death's power were mean,
For minds could then meet minds with heaven between.'
James Howell, who has left us a most
amusing collection of letters, and therefore
may be allowed to speak with some authority,
says 'familiar letters may be called the
'larum bells of love;' and he puts the same
idea into the form of a distich, thus—
'As keys do open chests,
So letters open brests.'
Unfortunately all the letters in the Epistolæ
Ho-elianæ are not genuine, but were written
when Howell was confined in the Fleet prison,
and were made up in order to supply
their author with money for his necessities.
To Atossa, the daughter of Cyrus, has
been given the credit of the invention of
letterwriting, but her claim is easily disposed
of, as we have specimens of written communications
very long before her time. The
earliest letter of which we have any record
is that written by David to Joab, directing
him to place Uriah in the front of the battle.
There are several classical stories, that
bear a likeness to this, of persons who carried
letters, in which their own execution
was desired; thus Homer tells the story of
Bellerophon, who himself bore the sealed
tablets that demanded his death. In later
Jewish History we learn from the Bible
that Queen Jezebel wrote letters in Ahab's
name, and sealed them with his seal, and
sent them to the elders and nobles.
Cicero was one of the earliest to bring the
art to perfection, and his letters exhibit most
of the graces of which it is capable. Seneca
and the younger Pliny were also amongst
the masters in the art. When we consider
the inconvenient and perishable medium
that the Romans had to content themselves
with, we cannot but feel surprise at the
number of letters that were written, and the
large proportion that has come down to us.
Thin wooden tablets, coated over with wax,
were used and fastened together with a
crossed thread. The knotted ends were
sealed with wax, and as the letters were usually
written by a confidential slave (the
librarius), the seal was the only guaranty of
genuineness. Sometimes ivory or parchment
tablets were used, and an elevated
border was probably added, in order to prevent
rubbing. The want of a system of
posts was not felt among the Romans, as
most families possessed tabellarii, or special
slaves, whose duty it was to convey letters
to their destination.
It was the practice with the Romans to
place the names of both the writer and his
correspondent at the commencement of the
letter, as 'Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ,
unto Timothy, my own son in the faith;'
and the ending usually consisted of the word
vale, or ave, or salve. The dates were scrupulously
added, and sometimes the very
hours were mentioned. This method of the
Romans might well be imitated by us, for
we often find an old letter rendered of little
value by the omission of a date. A bad
habit that some writers indulge in is to use
the name of the day of the week, instead of
the day of the month and year.
Amongst ourselves, etiquette once placed
her stern hands upon correspondence, and
laid down rules of how a letter was to be
written. Among persons pretending to any
fashion it was considered proper to use fine
gilt paper, sealed with a coat of arms. Ladies
used tinted paper with borders, and
sealed their letters with coloured and perfumed
wax. In town it was not the fashion
to send letters or notes through the post,
nor to put the address upon the envelope,
for no one could be supposed to be ignorant
of the abode of so distinguished a person as
Lady Arabella Smith. The circle of fashionable
life, however, has been so much enlarged
and encroached upon, that most people
now are forced to acknowledge their ignorance
on such points. If we imagine
that we should groan under these restrictions,
what should we think of the etiquette
enjoined in the East? There correspondence
is carried on with many degrees of refinement.
Letters are written by some accomplished
scribe, on beautiful paper, and
the sender's mark is placed in a particular
position, according to the recognised status
of his correspondent. The letter is folded
by rule, and a florid superscription is added,
such as, 'Let this come under the consideration
of the benefactor of his friends, the distinguished
in the State, the renowned, the
lion in battle, on whom be peace from the
Most High.' The following are two amusing
specimens of the untrue complaisance
common in Chinese correspondence:—
'To a Friend who has lately left another.
'Ten days have elapsed since I had the privilege
of listening to your able instructions.
Ere I was aware, I found my heart filled and
choked with noxious weeds. Perhaps I shall
have to thank you for favouring me with an
epistle, in which I know your words will flow,
limpid as the streams of pure water: then
shall I instantly see the nature of things, and
have my heart opened to understand.'
'To a Friend at a distance.
'I am removed from your splendid virtues.
I stand looking towards you with anxious expectation.
There is nothing for me, but toiling
along a dusty road. To receive your advice,
as well as pay my respects, are both out
of my power. In sleep my spirit dreams of
you; it induces a kind of intoxication. I consider
my virtuous brother a happy man, eminent
and adorned with all rectitude. You are
determined in your good purposes, and rejoice
in the path of reason. You are always and
increasingly happy. On this account I am rejoiced
and consoled more than can be expressed.'
We are not now so distant as formerly in
the commencement of our letters, and use
more friendly openings (such as 'Dear Sir,'
'My dear Sir') than our fathers did. 'Sir,'
alone, was once nearly universal, but is now
usually considered cold. Even Howell, who
was most inventive in his endings, usually
commences with Sir, although once he
breaks forth with 'Hail! half of my soul.'
Such beginnings as 'Right worshipful Father,'
'Good Sir,' 'Honoured Sir,' 'Respected
Sir,' are quite out of date, but many
writers adopt a variety in their commencements,
and do not always follow the beaten
track; thus the great Chatham wrote to
his wife, 'Be of cheer, noble love.' In
modern letters we miss the use of some of
the quaint and loving expressions of former
days, such a one, for instance, as the good
old word 'heart,' for is there not always a
charm about an old letter beginning with the
words 'Dear Heart?'
The ending of a letter requires some taste,
and many find it as difficult to close one
gracefully as to finish conversation and leave
a room with ease. The 'I remain' requires
to be led up to, and not to be added to the
letter without connection. There is a large
gamut of choice for endings, from the official
'Your obedient servant,' and high and
mighty 'Your humble servant,' to the friendly
'Yours truly,' 'Yours sincerely,' and
'Yours affectionately.' Some persons vary
the form, and slightly intensify the expression
by placing the word 'yours' last, as
'Faithfully yours.' James Howell used a
great variety of endings, such as 'Yours inviolably,'
'Yours intirely,' 'Your intire
friend,' 'Yours verily and invariably,'
'Yours really,' 'Yours in no vulgar way of
friendship,' 'Yours to dispose of,' 'Yours
while J. H.,' 'Yours! Yours! Yours!'
Walpole writes—'Yours very much,''Yours
most cordially,' and to Hannah More, in
1789, 'Yours more and more.' Mr. Bright
some years ago ended a controversial letter in
the following biting terms, 'I am, sir, with
whatever respect is due to you.' The old
Board of Commissioners of the Navy used
a form of subscription very different from
the ordinary official one. It was their habit
to subscribe their letters (even letters of reproof)
to such officers as were not of noble
families or bore titles, 'Your affectionate
friends.' It is said that this practice was
discontinued in consequence of a distinguished
captain adding to his letter to the
Board, 'Your affectionate friend.' He was
thereupon desired to discontinue the expression,
when he replied, 'I am, gentlemen, no
longer your affectionate friend.' The expression
was supposed to have been adopted
from James Duke of York, who, when Lord
High Admiral, always so subscribed his official
letters; but we have found a letter from
the Navy Office to the Officers of the Ordnance,
dated '9th May, 1653,' which is subscribed
'Your very loveing ffrends.' The
position of the writer's name was once a matter
of consequence in Europe, as it is now
in the East, and this appears from the following
curious directions in Angel Day's
'English Secretary' (1599).
'And now to the subscriptions, the diversities
whereof are (as best they may be allotted
in sense) to either of these to bee placed, forwarned
alwaies unto the unskilfull herein, that,
writing to anie person of account, by howe
much the more excellent hee is in calling from
him in whose behalfe the Letter is framed, by
so much the lower shall the subscription thereunto
belonging in any wise be placed.
'And if the state of honour of him to whome
the Letter shall be directed doe require so
much, the verie lowest margent of paper shall
do no more but beare it, so bee it the space bee
seemelie for the name, and the room faire
inough to comprehend it.'
We now come to the consideration of directions,
and here a certain etiquette still
lingers, as many who have no claim to any
title are dignified by the addition of the meaningless
&c., &c., &c. A friend of the once
celebrated agriculturist, Sir John Sinclair,
amusingly ridiculed the fancy that some
men have for seeing a number of letters of
the alphabet after their names, by directing
his letter to 'Sir John Sinclair, A.M.,
F.R.S., T.U.V.W.X.Y.Z.' Besides the
name of the person to whom the letter was
sent, it was formerly the custom to write on
the outside of a letter various directions to
its bearer: thus a letter of the Earl of Hertford
afterwards the Protector Somerset, to
Sir William Paget, upon the death of Henry
VIII., was addressed 'Haste, Post Haste,
Haste with all diligence, For thy life! For
thy life!'
As long as letters have been written, the
inadvertent misdirecting of them must have
been a constant source of trouble and annoyance.
In James I.'s reign a lover sent a letter
intended for his mistress to an obdurate
father, and his letter renouncing her to the
lady. When he found out the dreadful
mistake he had committed life became insupportable
to him, and he threw himself
upon his sword. Swift sent a love-letter to
a bishop, and the letter intended for the
bishop to the lady.
The celebrated civilian, Dr. Dale, was fortunate
in the success of his expedient of purposely
misdirecting his letters. When he
was employed on a diplomatic mission to
Flanders he was much pressed for money,
and in a packet to the Secretary of State he
sent two letters, one for Queen Elizabeth
and the other for his wife, which he misdirected,
so that the letter for his wife was addressed
to her most excellent Majesty, and
that for the Queen to his dear wife. The
Queen was surprised to find her letter beginning
'Sweetheart,' and concluding with a
request to her to be very economical, as the
writer could send her nothing because he
was very short of money, and could not
think of trespassing on the bounty of Her
Majesty any further. Dale was successful
in his stratagem, as an immediate supply of
money was sent to him and to his family.
There are three peculiarities in letter-writing
that ladies indulge in, viz., crossing,
postscripts, and the underlining of words.
Disraeli makes Henrietta Temple advise her
lover to cross his letters, and states her reasons
as follows:—
'I shall never find the slightest difficulty in
making it out, if your letters were crossed a
thousand times. Besides, dear love, to tell the
truth, I should rather like to experience a little
difficulty in reading your letters, for I read
them so often, over and over again, till I get
them by heart, and it is such a delight every
now and then to find out some new expression
that escaped me in the first fever of perusal;
and then it is sure to be some darling word
fonder than all the rest.'
Few men cross their writing, but many of
them indulge in the luxury of a postscript,
and some even when they have closed their
letters think of a last word, and write it on
the envelope. It is said that the underlining
of words is a confession of weakness in
the writer, because if he had used the best
possible word he would not need to give it
extra force by the mere mechanical contrivance
of underscoring it with a pen.
Letters written in the third person are a
constant snare to some people and usually
lead to confusion. This form can only be
used with safety in very short letters.
Frequently, a short note contains more
pith than a longer letter, and Politian's letter
to his friend well exemplifies this: 'I
was very sorry, and am very glad, because
thou wast sick, and that thou art whole.
Farewell.' One of the most spirited letters
ever written, was that sent by Ann, Countess
of Dorset, to Sir Joseph Williamson, Secretary
of State in Charles the Second's reign,
when he wrote to her to choose a courtier as
member for Appleby:—
'I have been bullied by an usurper, I have
been ill-treated by a court, but I won't be dictated
to by a subject. Your man shall not
stand.
Ann Dorset,
Pembroke and Montgomery.'
The following note from one Highlander
to another is very pointed and witty:—
'My dear Glengary,—As soon as you can
prove yourself to be my chief I shall be ready
to acknowledge you. In the meantime,
'I am yours,
Macdonald.'
Charles Lamb being tickled by the oddity
of Haydon's address, sent him the following
reply to an invitation:—
'My Dear Haydon,—I will come with pleasure
to 22, Lisson Grove North, at Rossi's,
half-way up, right hand side, if I can find it.
'Yours,C. Lamb.
'20, Russel Court,
'Covent Garden East,
'Half-way up, next the corner,
'Left hand side.'
Ignorant people when they manage to
write a letter are usually very proud of their
performance, and this is illustrated by a very
good story in the Countess Spencer's 'East
and West.' A lady proposed to Mrs. Law,
a poor woman in St. Peter's Home, Kilburn,
that she should write to Lady E., who had
been very kind to her. She had some
doubts at first, but they passed away, and
she dictated a letter which is given, and the
narrator adds:—
'Having finished it to her evident pride, I
offered to read it to her; but I had hardly got
down the first page when she became so deeply
affected by her own eloquence, that she began
to cry and rock herself backwards and forwards.
I persevered, and when I had read the
last word, paused, not knowing what to say to
this unexpected grief. Mrs. Law put down
her handkerchief, and shaking her head very
seriously, said, "Well, now, that is a lovely
letter! It's a great denial to me that I can't
write, or I'd send plenty like it."'
It is usually supposed that writing comes
natural to all, but we are often led to agree
with Sheridan, that 'easy writing is cursed
hard reading,' and the highest art is often
required to be thoroughly natural. The
Irish hodman, however, managed to express
in a fine confused way his inner feeling, that
he himself was little better than a machine:—
'Dear Pat,—Come over here and earn your
money: there is nothing for you to do but to
carry the bricks up a ladder, for there is a man
at the top who takes them from you and does
all the work.'
Excuses of hurry, with expressions of fear
lest the post should be lost, and such endings
as 'yours in haste,' should seldom be
indulged in, as they partake somewhat of
the character of a slight to the receiver.
The letters of ladies are usually more natural
and unconstrained than those of men,
and these are great merits, for the real man
or woman should be seen in the letter.
Locke says:—
'The writing of letters enters so much into
all the occasions of life, that no gentleman can
avoid showing himself in compositions of this
kind. Occurrences will daily force him to
make use of his pen, which lays open his
breeding, his sense, and his abilities to a severer
examination than any oral discourse.'
The deficiency of ordinary people in the
art has long been felt, and complete letter-writers
have been compiled to supply the
want. Sir Henry Ellis has pointed out that
manuals of epistolary composition, both in
French and English, of the early part of the
fifteenth century, exist in manuscript. The
'English Secretary,' published in 1599, is
perhaps the earliest work on the subject in
print. The voluminous author, Jervis Markham,
brought out in 1618 a guide, with the
following title: 'Conceited Letters: or a
most excellent Bundle of New Wit, wherein
is knit up together all the perfections of the
art of Epistoling.' The booksellers, Rivington
and Osborne, applied to Samuel Richardson
to write for them a volume of letters
in a simple style, on subjects that might
serve as models for the use of those who had
not the talent of inditing for themselves.
While employed in composing some letters
for the benefit of girls going out to service,
the idea of 'Pamela' came into Richardson's
head, and the subsequent success of that
novel caused him to continue the mode of
telling his stories by letters, which he had
there adopted.
In entering upon the consideration of special
classes of letters, we will take love letters
first. This is a style of literature of
which the outer public have few opportunities
of judging, and doubtless it is one that
is not fitted for rigid examination. Those
love-letters that we read in the reports of
breach-of-promise cases are usually beneath
contempt: they are often unreal, and make
us sick with references to Venus and Cupid,
goddesses and nymphs, and many other absurdities.
There are, however, existing some
interesting letters of the reckless Earl of
Rochester to his wife, which exhibit him in
a new and pleasing character. The following
breathes a tender consideration to which
few are able to rise:—
'I kiss my deare wife a thousand times, as
farr as imagination and wish will give mee
leave. Thinke upon mee as long as it is pleasant
and convenient for you to doe soe, and afterwards
forget me; for though I would fain
make you the author and foundation of my
happiness, yet I would not bee the cause of
your constraint or disturbance, for I love not
myself soe much as I doe you, neither doe I
value my owne satisfaction equally as I doe
yours.
Farewell,Rochester.'
As Sterne was making love to women
throughout his entire life, we suppose he
may be considered as an authority on how
a love-letter should be written, and here is
a specimen of his style:—
'My dear Kitty,—If this billet catches you
in bed, you are a lazy, sleepy slut, and I am a
giddy, foolish, unthinking fellow for keeping
you so late up—but this Sabbath is a day of
rest; at the same time that it is a day of sorrow,
for I shall not see my dear creature
to-day, unless you meet me at Taylor's, half-an-hour
after twelve; but in this do as you
like. I have ordered Matthew to turn thief
and steal you a quart of honey—what is honey
to the sweetness of thee, who art sweeter
than all the flowers it comes from! I love you
to distraction, Kitty, and will love you on so
to eternity. So adieu, and believe, what time
will only prove me, that I am,
Yours.'
Sir Richard Steele had for his second
wife a woman who was difficult to please,
and the collection of his letters to her give
us a curious insight into his domestic life.
They are mostly short, but filled with excuses.
The following are three of them:—
'Dearest Being on Earth,—Pardon me if
you do not see me till eleven o'clock; having
met a school-fellow from India, by whom I am
to be informed in things this night which immediately
concern your obedient husband.'
'My dear dear Wife,—I write to let you
know I do not come home to dinner, being
obliged to attend some business abroad, of
which I shall give you an account (when I see
you in the evening), as becomes your dutiful
and obedient husband.'
'Dear Prue,—I have partly succeeded in
my business to-day, and I inclose two guineas
as earnest of more. Dear Prue, I cannot come
home to dinner. I languish after your welfare,
and will never be a moment careless more.
'Your faithful husband.'
These are natural and real; but let us look
into 'The Enemy of Idleness,' 1621, and see
there what the author thought a lover should
write to his mistress:—
'A Lover writeth unto his Lady.
'To expresse unto thee (my deere) the inward
griefes, the secret sorrowes, the pinching
paines, that my poore oppressed heart pitifully
endureth, my pen is altogether unable. For
even as thy excellent vertue, beautie, comelines,
and curtesie farre surmounteth in my
conceipt that of all other humane creatures, so
my pitious passions both day and night are no
whit inferiour, but farre above all those of any
other worldly wight. So excell not thy giftes,
but as much exceede my griefes. Therefore
(my sweete) vouchsafe of thy soveraigne clemencie
to graunt some speedie remedie unto the
grievous anguishes of my heavie heart; detract
no time, but wey with thy selfe, the sicker
that the patient is—the more deadly that
his disease is deemed—so much the more
speede ought the physitian to make—so much
the sooner ought he to provide and minister the
medicine, least comming too late his labour be
lost. But what painefull patient is hee that
sustaineth so troublesome a state as I, poore
soule, doe, except thou vouchsafe to pittie me?
For the partie patient being discomforted at
thy handes can have recourse unto none, but
still languishing must looke for a lothsome
death. Consider, therefore, my deare, the extremitie
of my case, and let not cancred cruelty
corrupt so many golden gifts, but as thy
beauty and comelinesse of body is, so set thy
humanity also and clemency of minde. Draw
not (as the proverb saith) a leaden sword out
of a golden scabberd. And thus hoping to
have some speedy comfort at thy handes, upon
that hope I repose mee till further opportunity.'
The fair fame of Mrs. Piozzi (Dr. Johnson's
Mrs. Thrale) has been injured by an
attempt to represent her as in love with a
young actor in her old age and some letters
of hers to William Augustus Conway were
published a few years ago as the 'Love Letters
of Mrs. Piozzi.' In 1862 the original
correspondence was placed in the hands of
the editor of the Athenæum, and in an article
in that journal her character is vindicated,
and the letters are proved to have been
garbled in order to infer a sexual love. Mrs.
Piozzi formed an intimate friendship with
Mrs. Rudd, Conway's mother, and the two
ladies passed much of their time together,
consulting how to help the young actor.
Conway was in love with a young lady who
jilted him, and Mrs. Piozzi tried to comfort
him. In consideration of all her kindness
he calls her 'his more than mother,' and she
calls him 'her youngest adopted child.'
The following is one of Mrs. Piozzi's letters
to Conway:—
'You have been a luckless wight, my admirable
friend, but amends will one day be made
to you, even in this world; I know, I feel it
will. Dear Piozzi considered himself as cruelly
treated, and so he was by his own friends, as
the world perversely calls our relations, who
shut their door in his face because his love of
music led him to face the public eye and ear.
He was brought up to the Church; but, 'Ah!
Gabriel,' said his uncle, 'thou wilt never get
nearer the altar than the organ-loft.' His disinclination
to celibacy, however, kept him
from the black gown, and their ill-humour
drove him to Paris and London, where he was
the first tenor singer who had £50 a night for
two songs. And Queen Marie Antoinette gave
him a hundred louis-d'or with her own fair
hand for singing a buffo song over and over
again one evening, till she learned it. Her
cruel death half broke his tender heart. You
will not wait, as he did, for fortune and for
fame. We were both of us past thirty-five
years old when we first met in society at Dr.
Burney's (grandfather to Mrs. Bourdois and
her sisters), where I coldly confessed his uncommon
beauty and talents; but my heart
was not at home. Mr. Thrale's broken health
and complicated affairs demanded and possessed
all my attention, and vainly did my future
husband endeavour to attract my attention.
So runs the world away.'
Among the letters quoted in the Athenæum
is the following amusing one:—
'While there was so much talk about the
town concerning maladministration, some of
the Streatham coterie, in a quibbling humour,
professed themselves weary of male-administration,
as they pronounced it emphatically,
and proposing a female one, called on Dr.
Johnson to arrange it. "Well then," said he
"we will have
Carter for Archbishop of Canterbury.
Montague, First Lord of the Treasury.
Hon. Sophia Byron, Head of the Admiralty.
Heralds' Office under care of Miss Owen.
Manager of the House of Commons, Mrs. Crewe.
Mrs. Wedderburne, Lord Chancellor.
Mrs. Wallace, Attorney-General.
Preceptor to the Princes, Mrs. Chapone.
Poet Laureate, Hannah More."
"And no place for me, Dr. Johnson?" cried
your friend. "No, no; you will get into Parliament
by your little silver tongue, and then
rise by your own merit." "And what shall I
do?" exclaims Fanny Burney. "Oh, we shall
send you out for a spy, and perhaps you will
get hanged. Ha, ha, ha!" with a loud laugh.'
Having thus noted what may be said
about love, let us turn to the opposite feeling,
and see what may be written under the influence
of hate.
'Ungracious offspring of hellish brood,
whome heavens permit for a plague, and the
earth nourisheth as a peculiar mischiefe, monster
of mankinde and devourer of men, what
may I tearme thee? With what illsounding
titles maie I raise myselfe upon thee? Thou
scorne of the world, and not scorne but
worldes foule disdaine, and enemie of all humaine
condition, shall thy villanies scape for
ever unpunished? Will the earth yet support
thee, the clouds shadow thee, or the aire
breath on thee? What lawes be these, if at
leastwise such may be tearmed lawes, whereout
so vile a wretch hathe so manie evasions?
But shalt thou longer live to become the vexation
and griefe of men? No; for I protest,
though the lawes doe faile thee, myselfe will
not overslip thee. I, I am hee that will plague
thee; thou shalt not scape me. I will be revenged
of thee. Thinke not thy injuryes are
so easie that they are of all to bee supported;
for no sooner shall that partched, withered
carkasse of thine sende foorth thy hatefull and
abhorred lookes into anie publicke shew, but
mine eyes shall watch thee and I will not leave
thee till I have prosequuted that which I have
intended towardes thee, most unworthie as
thou art to breath amongst men, which art
hated and become lothsome even in the verie
bowels and thoughtes of men. Triumph, then,
in thy mischiefes, and boast that thou hast undone
mee and a number of others, whom with
farre lesse despight thou hast forced to bende
unto thee; and when by due deserte I shall
have payed what I have promised thee, vaunt
then (in God's name) of thy winnings. For my
part—but I will saie no more, let the end trie
all. Live wretchedlie and die villainouslie, as
thou hast deserved, whome heavens hencefoorth
doe shunne, and the world denieth longer
to looke upon.'
This is the model that Angel Day, in his
'English Secretary' (1590), thinks suitable
for 'a hot enraged spirit' to write to his adversary.
Most persons at some time in their lives
are called upon to write letters of condolence,
but it is usually found to be a difficult
task. However well the writer may succeed,
he must feel how inadequate words are to
give relief to a troubled spirit, and it is only
insomuch as he shows his own heart and
sympathy that he is successful in his attempt.
When Alexander Lindsay, Earl of
Balcarres, died, a few months before the
Restoration, Charles II., who was then at
Bruxelles, wrote the following kindly letter
to the widow, Lady Anna Mackenzie:—
'Madame,—I hope you are so well persuaded
of my kindness to you as to believe that
there can no misfortune happen to you and I
not have my share in it. I assure you I am
troubled at the loss you have had; and I hope
that God will be pleased to put me into such a
condition before it be long, as I may let you
see the care I intend to have of you and your
children, and that you may depend upon my
being very truly, madame,
'Your affectionate, Charles R.'
Letters of thanks are frequently difficult
things to write well, as it is a hard matter
to appear grateful for the present of something
that we do not want. Talleyrand
made a practice of instantly acknowledging
the receipt of books sent to him; for he
could then express the pleasure he expected
to enjoy in reading the volume, but if he
delayed he thought it would be necessary to
give an opinion, and that might sometimes
be embarrassing. A celebrated botanist used
to return thanks somewhat in the following
form:—'I have received your book, and
shall lose no time in reading it.' The unfortunate
author might put his own construction
on this rather ambiguous language.
When Southey published his 'Doctor' anonymously,
he gave directions to his publishers
to send all letters directed for the author to
Theodore Hook, and the following letter
from Southey himself was found among
Hook's papers:—
'Sir,—I have to thank you for a copy of the
"Doctor," &c., bearing my name imprinted in
rubrick letters on the reverse of the title-page.
That I should be gratified by this flattering and
unusual distinction you have rightly supposed;
and that the book itself would amuse me by
its wit, tickle me by its humour, and afford
me gratification of a higher kind in its serious
parts, is what you cannot have doubted.
Whether my thanks for this curiosity in literature
will go to the veteran in literature,[59] who
of all living men is the most versed, both in
curious and fine letters; whether they will
cross the Alps to an old incognito,[60] who has
the stores of Italian poetry at command;
whether they will find the author in London,[61]
surrounded with treasures of ancient and
modern art, in an abode as elegant as his own
volumes; or wheresoever the roving shaft
which is sure to reach its mark may light, the
personage, be he friend, acquaintance or stranger,
to whose hands it comes is assured that
his volumes have been perused with great
pleasure by his obliged and obedient servant,
'Robert Southey.'
One of the most elegant letters of thanks
we have met with is now before us. It was
written by Lord Lytton soon after the publication
of his 'Zanoni.'
'Dear Sir,—I am extremely pleased and
flattered by the attention with which you have
read, and the marks of approval with which
you have honoured, "Zanoni." Allow me to
wish to yourself a similar compliment from
some reader as courteous and as accomplished
as yourself, you will then judge of the gratification
you have afforded to your very truly
obliged,
E. B. Lytton.'
Begging letters are hardly a branch of
literature, although great ingenuity is frequently
exhibited in their composition; but
a sufficient number of them can be seen in
the 'Mendicity Society's Reports.' W. F.,
the author of the 'Enemy of Idlenesse,' 1621,
gives the following directions how to ask a
favour:—
'As concerning the manner how to demand
temporall things, as a booke, a horse, or such
like, the letter must be divided into foure
partes. First, wee must get the goodwill of
him to whome wee write by praising his liberality,
and specially of the power and authority
that hee hath to grant the thing that hee is demanded.
Secondly, wee must declare our
demand and request to bee honest and necessary,
and without the which wee cannot
atchieve our determinate end and purpose.
Thirdly, that the request is easie to be granted
considering his ability, and that in a most difficult
thing his liberality is ordinarily expressed.
Fourthly, to promise recompence; as
thankes, service, &c.'
Some men have very obdurate hearts, and
will not be moved by any such language.
Jeffrey had a form of refusal which must
have been very tantalizing to his correspondents.
He managed to bring the sentence
'I have much pleasure in subscribing' to the
end of the first page, and then added, on the
opposite side, 'myself, yours faithfully, F.
Jeffrey.'
Charles Lamb wrote upon books that are
not books, or those that 'no gentleman's
library should be without.' In the same
way there are letters that are not letters, and
of such are the political letters of Junius,
Pascal's 'Provincial Letters,' Swift's 'Drapier's
Letters,' and all essays, disquisitions,
and satires which are merely thrown into the
epistolary form. Some historical letters are
in the same category; because, although the
letters of such men as Cromwell, Marlborough,
Nelson, Franklin, Washington, and
Wellington must always interest us, we read
them more for the matter that is in them
than for the form in which they are
thrown. The following letter from the Princess
Mary (afterwards Queen of England) to
the wife of the Protector Somerset, is an exception
to the above rule, and exhibits its
writer in an amiable light, as interceding for
two poor servants who were formerly attached
to her mother's household, and who had
fallen into poverty:—
'To my Lady of Somerset.
'My good Gossip,—After my very hearty
commendations to you, with like desire to hear
of the amendment and increase of your good
health, these shall be to put you in remembrance
of mine old suit concerning Richard
Wood, who was my mother's servant when you
were one of her Grace's maids; and as you
know by his supplication, hath sustained great
loss, almost to his utter undoing, without any
recompense for the same hitherto; which
forced me to trouble you with this suit before
this time, whereof (I thank you) I had a very
good answer; desiring you now to renew the
same matter to my lord your husband, for I
consider that it is in manner impossible for him
to remember all such matters, having such a
heap of business as he hath. Wherefore, I
heartily require you to go forward in this suit
till you have brought it to an honest end, for
the poor man is not able to lye long in the city.
And thus my good Nan, I trouble you both
with myself and all mine, thanking you with
all my heart for your earnest gentleness towards
me in all my suits hitherto, reckoning
myself out of doubt of the continuance of the
same. Wherefore, once again I must trouble
you with my poor George Brickhouse, who was
an officer of my brother's wardrobe of the
beds, from the time of the king my father's
coronation; whose only desire it is to be one of
the knights of Windsor if all the rooms be not
filled, and if they be, to have the next reversion;
in the obtaining whereof, in mine opinion
you shall do a charitable deed, as knoweth
Almighty God, who send you good health, and
us shortly to meet, to his pleasure. From St.
John's, this Sunday at afternoon, being the
24th of April.
'Your loving friend during my life,
'Marye.'[62]
The duchess to whom the above letter was
written was very haughty, and held her head
higher than the Queen-dowager, who had
married the Protector's brother, Lord Seymour
of Sudeley, the Lord High Admiral.
Lloyd says, 'Very great were the animosities
betwixt their wives, the duchess refusing to
bear the queen's train, and in effect justled
her for precedence, so that between the train
of the queen and long gown of the duchess
they raised so much dust at court as at last
to put out the eyes of both their husbands.'
Men of position and fame must often
groan under the affliction of letters and other
applications that are constantly besetting
them. Sir Walter Scott was frequently victimized
in this way, and once he was so unfortunate
as to have to pay £5 postage for a
large packet from New York, which contained
a MS. play, by a young lady, intended
for his perusal, and accompanied with a request
that he would read and correct it, write
a prologue and epilogue for it, procure it a
good reception from the manager of Drury
Lane, and make Murray or Constable bleed
handsomely for the copyright. A fortnight
after he received another packet, for which
he paid the same amount, which contained a
second copy of the 'Cherokee Indians,' with
a letter from the authoress stating, that as
the winds had been boisterous she feared
the first packet had foundered.
The managers of theatres are peculiarly
troubled with applications that they are unable
to accede to, and authors often think
that those who do not rate their productions
as highly as they do themselves must be
actuated by unworthy motives. The following
letter from F. Yates exhibits some of a
manager's troubles:—
'My Dear Sir,—I this moment have received
your letter, which has given me more pain
than I can describe to you. I do assure you
that, from the little I have known of you, you
are the last man in the world whose feelings I
would wound. Your note came to me yesterday
at rehearsal; I answered it, enclosing two
orders, stating that I could not afford more,
and explained myself in the following manner
about "Love at Home," viz:—That, as there
was no chance of our being able to produce
such a piece for some time, I thought it better
to return it to you, or words to that effect.
This note I put in the person's hands who gave
me yours; who it was I can't recollect. You
know what last rehearsals are to a manager
sitting at the prompter's table. This morning,
when I was in bed, the servant came with your
card, and in answer to your note I could only
fancy you wanted your piece, and desired her
to wrap it up and give it the messenger. I
confess I should have seen to its being properly
enveloped, but you can make excuse for a
fatigued man, who hears of nothing but manuscripts
from morning to night. I am most
anxious that you should acquit me, and believe
me with truth to be yours,
'With much esteem,
'Fred. Yates.'
Managers are not the only persons who
are troubled by the application of authors,
and the following letter from Liston (dated
1833) shows us how he refused to perform
an unpleasant task:—
'Sir,—The repeated annoyances I have been
subjected to, by undertaking to read pieces at
the desire of authors and managers, have determined
me to avoid for the future so unpleasant
a task, and I therefore trust you will not
take offence, if, in pursuance of that determination,
I feel myself compelled to decline a
compliance with your request. Mme. Vestris
will, I have no doubt, pay every attention to
your production should you feel disposed to
entrust it to her, and in the event of my having
a character assigned me you may be satisfied
that I will do my duty, both to you and
to the theatre. I would have answered you
earlier, but I have not had five minutes at my
own disposal for the last three weeks.'
Besides the trouble of reading new plays,
managers have to bear with the offended
dignity of the actors. The following irate
letter of Elliston (Charles Lamb's Elliston)
shows what they have occasionally to put up
with:—
'Sir,—Your information respecting the
"School for Scandal," which I received last
night, is happily imagined to fill up the measure
of disrespect which seems to have been
studiously offered to me since I have been in
the new Drury Lane Theatre. You cannot be
ignorant that I have always played the part of
"Charles" with the Drury Lane company, and
Mr. Arnold, when I met him on Kew Bridge
previous to the opening of Drury Lane, and
when it was in contemplation to open the new
theatre with Mr. Sheridan's brilliant play, distinctly
told me in answer to a question I put
to him, that I should be expected to play
"Charles." Under these circumstances I cannot
but conceive the cool mode in which I am
asked, without request, to be ready for the
eldest brother, to be an insult. To oblige the
committee and to serve the interests of the
concern, I think I have already sufficiently
manifested [my desire] by the acceptance of a
very inferior part in the tragedy, and by my
suppression of complaint where complaint was
almost peremptorily called for; but there
are bounds beyond which it would be contemptible
for patience to show itself; I enter,
therefore, a decided protest against this your
last proceeding, and expect that for the future
it may constitute a part of yours and Mr.
Arnold's management to show me a little more
good manners than your natures have hitherto
permitted.'
Although a great number of letters have
been printed, there must be an immense
mass of unprinted ones that ought to see the
light, and would add much to our information.
We should like to see all the known
correspondence of the world overhauled, re-arranged,
and extracted under heads. By
this means we should gain new views of the
characters of men, and the high and dry description
of action would be supplemented
by vivid touches of feeling that would
breathe life into the dry bones of history.
Some such scheme as this was hinted at by
Dr. Maitland, in his work on the 'Dark
Ages.'
We must now, however, bring our subject
to a close, ere we have exhausted the patience
of our readers; but we do so with reluctance,
for the number of letters that we should like
to quote are numberless. We think that
there is a peculiar pleasure in being taken
into the confidence of the great ones of the
earth, of those who are great by birth, by
genius, and by worth; and we can imagine
few greater literary treats than to turn over
a well-arranged collection of autograph letters,
which have been selected for the interest
of their contents as well as for the celebrity
of the writers. We feel suddenly
taken out of ourselves and transplanted into
a brilliant society, and we rise with the feeling
that our list of acquaintances and friends
has been enlarged by some of the best and
greatest that have walked the earth. We
have only left ourselves room to say a few
words on Mr. Seton's book, but those words
must be in its praise. The author has succeeded
in putting together some very interesting
and amusing essays on 'Letters and
Letter-writers;' but as the subject is a large
one, and the illustrations for it are peculiarly
rich, we have preferred to make a selection
of our own instead of using those that Mr.
Seton has collected.
In conclusion, we cannot but express the
pride we feel in the belief that our countrymen
and countrywomen have added so many
charming chapters to this branch of the
great literature of the world: chapters that
will bear comparison with those produced
by the writers of any other country.
ART. VI.—Wesley and Wesleyanism.
(1.) The Life and Times of the Rev. John
Wesley, M.A., Founder of the Methodists.
By the Rev. L. Tyerman. 3 vols. Hodder
and Stoughton.
(2.) The Life and Times of the Rev. Samuel
Wesley, M.A., Rector of Epworth, and
Father of the Rev. John and Charles
Wesley. By the Rev. L. Tyerman. Simpkin
and Marshall.
(3.) John Wesley and the Evangelical Reaction
of the Eighteenth Century. By Julia
Wedgewood. Macmillan and Co.
(4.) The Poetical Works of John and
Charles Wesley. Vols. I.—XI. Methodist
Book Room.
(5.) John Wesley's Place in Church History.
Bell and Daldy.
(6.) Wesley and Methodism. By Isaac
Taylor. Bell and Daldy.
(7.) John Wesley: His Life and His Work.
By the Rev. M. Lelièvre. Translated
from the French by the Rev. A. J. French,
B.A. Wesleyan Conference Office.
(8.) John Wesley; or, the Theology of Conscience,
By the author of the 'Philosophy
of Evangelicism.' Bell and Daldy.
Protestantism has never shown any especial
pride in its hagiology, it does not
treasure very highly the lives of its saints;
yet it has an illustrious succession of eminent
and noble men—great by endurance
and self-denial, by the majesty and multiplicity
of their labours, by the fervent enthusiasm
of their character, and by their exalted
intercourse with divine truths and
things. Among the most eminent of these
lives, great by its endowments and virtues,
transcendent by incessant and immeasurable
activity, extraordinary by its protracted
period of service, stands that of John Wesley,
mild and modest, but conspicuous and
renowned, alike in the Old World and the
New. Shall we be doing a needless thing
if we devote some pages to an attempt at an
estimate of the man, his ideas, his work,
and his influence? First, the man. Pleasant,
it has been said, is the task to trace up
to their mountain source the streams which,
broadening into great rivers, descend to run
among the hills and water the valleys; to
drink at the fountain-head, where perhaps
all seems bleak and drear, compared with
the fertility through which the river wanders
below; thus, also, it is pleasant to
trace some great benevolent flood of influence
and thought back to its obscure fountain,
its unlikely, perhaps unsuspected,
spring. Thus also it is that in the kitchen
of a poorly furnished Lincolnshire parsonage,
in its atmosphere of poverty and piety,
Methodism really had its origin; the early
life of its founder was lightened by its special
providences, his sense of wonder was
excited by its supernatural voices, his frame
was nourished by its hard discipline. Such
was the cradle and the early aliment of John
Wesley; and the first element in Methodism
is the quality and character of the man.
Even at this day, Epworth is a quiet old
village town, lying on the windy side of a
Lincolnshire upland; no railway has, we
believe, disturbed its solitary stillness, and
the rest of its inhabitants is unbroken by
the shrill whistle of the locomotive. We
may figure to ourselves its loneliness a hundred
and seventy years since, when in its
old parsonage John Wesley's eyes first opened
to the light. Samuel Wesley, his father,
was the rector of the little village; quite a
notable man to us, and by no means an obscure
man in his day. Epworth, considering
those times, was not a poor living, it was
worth £200 a year; it is now worth nearly
£1,000; but excellent and admirable man
as he appears to have been, the old rector
was usually in debts and difficulties. Perhaps
even Goldsmith's typical clergyman
would not have 'passed rich with £40 a
year,' if, in addition to that wealth, he had
found his quiver filled by nineteen children;
although we know wonderful Robert Walker
became a rich man, kept out of debt and
danger, and accumulated a fortune in his incumbency
of Seathwait on an annual income
of £10! Few well-authenticated stories
are more romantic than that of Epworth
parsonage; among old houses it has a
distinguished pre-eminence. Both the pastor
and his wife were extraordinary people:
on both sides their ancestors were remarkable,
and they in turn became parents of an
offspring, marvellous not merely in number,
but in the singular versatility of their genius.
The old rector was one of the stupendous
scholars, of whom there were so many in the
lone and obscure retreats of village life in
that age; one of those men who, patiently
trimming the midnight lamp, or kindling it
before the earliest glow of the summer's
sunbeam, thought or wrote with equal facility
in Hebrew, Greek, or Latin, and published
their works in huge quartos or folios.
Of him probably we should now know nothing,
but for the work of his remarkable
children. Yet he was himself a huge folio
of a man, a poet, too, in virtue of a considerable
power of conception, fertility of
illustration, and melody of expression; those
queer old volumes, the 'Athenian Oracle,'
which are a choice amusement and recreation
for the bookworm, received large contributions,
and on the most curious subjects,
from his pen: he possessed a nimble wit,
and his posthumous work on Job is said to
contain—for it has never fallen in our way—a
vast wealth of scholarship. Susannah
Wesley, his wife, was at once a saint and a
scholar, far more equal to the discussion of
many knotty matters in divinity than some
of the bishops of that day; and she also had
an intense concern for the souls of the parishioners
round about her. The household
of that parsonage vividly reflects that old
twilight time. Twice the rectory was consumed
by fire: it was supposed to be the
work of incendiaries, for the rector was very
unpopular, and the story has often been told
in prose and in painting, how, on one of
these occasions, the infant John nearly perished
in the flames, how he was rescued,
and how the brave rector knelt with his
children on the village green, exclaiming,
'Come, neighbours, let us kneel down, let
us give thanks to God, He has given me all
my eight children—I am rich enough.'
But in the fire he lost not only his house,
but his furniture and his precious library,
all his manuscripts, and his sermons, and
moreover a work on Hebrew poetry, which,
from what we know of his pen, must have
been very valuable. Grim shadows often
fell over the rectory. One circumstance
gives it a most singular notoriety, and was
probably not without influence on the mind
of John. We allude to its celebrated ghost.
Among ghost stories, this of the apparition or
polter-geisterie of Epworth—for the hauntings
were noisy racketings rather than appearances—has
always been held to be one of
the most inexplicable. Dr. Southey quite inclines
to a belief in the genuineness of the
ghostly visitations, and Mr. Tyerman expresses
himself as reluctantly driven to the
conclusion that the noises and other circumstances
were occasioned by the direct and
immediate agency of some unseen spirit;
Isaac Taylor also seems forced to a similar
admission. Thus it was a singular old house
and household; much there was calculated
in every way to stir the souls of such children
and youths as John and Charles Wesley,
not to mention the less famous, but
scarcely less ingenious, Samuel and Mehetabel,
Amelia and Keziah; it is interesting to
think of that family in those old Epworth
fields and lanes and hedgerows, and to follow
them in all their strange, varied, and
parti-coloured existence.
In due time, John left home for college;
he studied at Christ-church, Oxford, after he
had fulfilled his earlier course at the Charter
House. It was long before he found his
way into the work which has made his name
so eminent; nor can it be said that in earlier
life he gave much promise of that especial
excellence to which he attained. He was a
hard and industrious student, an exemplary
and pious youth and young man. It is not
uninteresting to notice that at this time he
had rather a close and not unaffectionate
correspondence with Mary Granville, then a
young widow, which suggests suspicious
possibilities. Talented, beautiful, and accomplished,
we know her principally as the
old lady, Mrs. Delany, the cherished friend
of George III., to whom he paid such courtly
and beautiful deference in her old age at
Windsor. Mr. Tyerman seems to think,
and we think too, that Wesley had a 'fair
escape;' that he was not at all uninteresting
to the fair widow is certain. What would
have become of Methodism had the intimacy
been closer? He was elected a fellow
of Lincoln College, Oxford; but his ideas of
Christian truth appear to have been very
crude and confused. In his twenty-fifth
year he was ordained a priest of the Church
of England, and ministered for some time at
a wretched little Lincolnshire village called
Wroote; the population was under three
hundred, 'and the people,' says Mehetabel
Wesley, 'were as dull as asses and impervious
as stone.' It is true there was at this
time a small cluster of Oxford students who
had received the denomination of 'Methodists,'
and Wesley was one of them; he was
called even the 'Curator of the Holy Club,'
and a 'crack-brained enthusiast.' His brother
Charles regarded him with reverence,
and all looked up to him as the worthy
leader of the little band. He appears to
have led the life of an ascetic, and his charity
to the poor was limited only by his very
scanty means. An instance shows us something
of the character of the man. On one
cold winter day, a young girl, whom these
earlier Methodists kept at school, called
upon him in a state nearly frozen. The
young man said to her, 'You seem half-starved;
have you nothing to wear but that
linen gown?' She said, 'Sir, it is all I
have!' Wesley felt in his pocket, but it
was almost empty; the walls of his chamber,
however, were hung with pictures, and these
now seemed to him to become his accusers.
'It struck me,' says he, 'will thy Master say
to thee, "Well done, good and faithful
steward, thou hast adorned thy walls with
the money which might have screened this
poor creature from the cold." O justice!
O mercy! are not these pictures the blood
of this poor maid?' When he had reached
the age of seventy-three, the Commissioners
of Excise—in all generations a race of monetary
ferrets—addressed to him a circular,
expressing that beyond a doubt he had
neglected to make a proper entry and return
of his silver plate. The letter was very curt
and peremptory. Wesley evidently thought
the application to him was ridiculous, and
he replied in a note still more curt. 'Sir, I
have two silver spoons at London and two
at Bristol; this is all the plate that I have
at present, and I shall not buy any more
while so many round me want bread. I am,
Sir, your most humble servant, John Wesley.'
Thus the reflection of the young student
realized itself in the active life of the
old man.
For some time, however, John Wesley
appears before us as a kind of eighteenth
century Puseyite, or rather such an one as
Hurrell Froude; his notions were cast in a
mould of High Church idealism, not unmixed
with a certain morbid pietism; and Oxford
Methodism almost anticipates that other
mighty reaction, the great religious movement
of our age; but the Methodism of
Oxford, indeed, although it numbered among
its adherents such men as the Wesleys, and
Whitefield, and Hervey, and Ingram, soon
came to an end, and, but for Wesley's after
career, would have been buried in oblivion,
for Mr. Tyerman truly characterizes it as
'misty, austere, gloomy, and forbidding,
while yet intensely earnest, sincere, and self-denying.'
The friends were soon widely scattered to
their different vicarages and curacies, and
John Wesley himself—now in his thirty-second
year—accepted a mission to the little
American State of Georgia. We need not
describe his experience in America further
than to remark how, on his way thither, he
fell in with Moravians, who imparted to him
some new light in theology on its experimental
side. The vigorous hymns of the
Moravians and their vivid representations of
Christian life, put before him a new set of
ideas, which, when he separated himself entirely
from the organization of that sect and
returned to England, bore abundant fruit.
His life in Georgia was of short continuance,
but characterized by singular circumstances;
first and foremost, he took into his ministry
a very strange, morose, and cheerless type of
Christianity; also in connection with this,
we have to notice a very important item in
his history—he fell in love. It is quite remarkable
that all Wesley's transactions with
womankind—on his own account—were unfortunate,
even exceedingly unhappy. The
lady who first drew forth his affections appears
to have accepted his proposal of marriage;
but by a rapid transition we find her
a week or two after, married to a Mr. Williamson;
this overwhelmed the poor priest,
and introduced him to other troubles. He
refused to admit her to the Lord's table;
then we find him arrested and brought before
the recorder for defaming the lady;
then followed a stream of indictments
against him, and, in brief, sick and sore, and
as a prisoner at large, we find him hurrying
away from the colony.
For a life which became so remarkable
for the prescience and rigidity of its principles,
such a commencement was very singular.
A strange undeterminateness appears
to rule, or rather to leave him unruled and
ungoverned, until his thirty-seventh year.
It is singular, for instance, to find an undoubtedly
pious, earnest, holy, and self-denying
man, such as Wesley was, declaring
that until he returned from Georgia he was
an unconverted man. He was no doubt in
search of that deep faith which is eternal
life. It appears that a real change came
over him when he heard the preaching of
Peter Bohler, the Moravian; in all these
earlier years of Wesley's activity he seems to
have been greatly indebted to the Moravians.
The issue of the influence of Bohler upon
his mind, was his confession that before
this period he was a servant of God, accepted
and safe, but now he knew it, and was
happy as well as safe, and in after years and
until our own time, the conscious happiness
of believers has been a considerable point in
Methodist teaching. There is no doubt that
Wesley himself attained a cheerful, quiet,
restful consciousness he had never known
before, and his life hereafter, while constant
in its course of self-denial, was lifted above
the morose asceticism of his earlier years.
But as to the principle itself, it is surely as
dangerous as a rule of Christian experience,
as it is doubtful in all human philosophy.
For some time he was materially influenced
by Moravian principles and practices, and,
indeed, it is easy to see that God who destined
for his distinguished servant a very
long life, was teaching him in various schools
those principles, which upon an eminently
large scale he was to apply. He went to
Germany to visit the Moravian settlement of
Hernhutt, he came to know that eminent
and extraordinary man, Christian David, he
heard him preach and received from his own
lips his singular story. He professed himself
to have received remarkable spiritual
intelligence from Moravian teachings; and
some of the finest hymns in the Wesleyan
Hymn Book are translations made at this
time by John Wesley from those of Count
Zinzendorf. But it is very remarkable that
he signalized the period of his conversion
by a quarrel with William Law; he charged
him most ungraciously with having deceived
him in having given to him a mystical,
notional, and intellectual faith; and Law replied
to him in language, which assuredly
in every way leaves that devout and eminent
Christian philosopher in possession of the
field. It is, however, the last ground of
serious exception we can take to the life of
Wesley. At this point, his life seems to
collect itself into eminent purpose and consistency.
He was soon compelled to disentangle
himself from the Moravians, whose
notions at that time were beset by the most
mystical and mischievous fancies, and ridiculous
and even indecent allusions. He was
forbidden their pulpit on account of his
clearly expressed dissent from their doctrines,
and almost immediately, and apparently
without any distinctly marked design on
his own part, he commenced that course
which made him so pre-eminent a father
and apostle in the modern church. John
Wesley's course is very singular. It has
this strong mark of eminent honesty: that
the whole of the immense system of usefulness
he inaugurated, appears to have been
without especial intention or plan. From
year to year the institution grew; piece by
piece, the mighty structure took proportion
and shape. Commencing in a simple design
to be useful, to awaken men to a knowledge
of sin, and to the determination of salvation
from sin, Wesley became an evangelist. He
had no idea of separating himself from the
Established Church; he always regarded
himself as one of its ministers, and was sufficiently
filled, even to the close of his life,
with all the ideas implied in being an ordained
priest in its communion. It is impossible
to regard him in relation to England
at that time, without feeling that he, in an
eminent degree, was raised up and set apart
for the salvation of his country.
The social condition of England, when
Wesley appeared presents no attractive picture
to the student; in some measure it relieves
and lightens our despondency concerning
England at present, to remember what
the country was then. It is true the population
was small, almost insignificant, as compared
with our present overcrowded masses—it
was not more than about six millions—but
with abundant wealth and means of
happiness, the people fell far short of what
we should now consider comfort. This was,
however, a slight shade in the picture; there
were cruelty and injustice in the administration
of English law, life and liberty were
held very cheap, deism or atheism in religion
and a wild licentiousness and rude brutality
of manners, pervaded all classes, from the
court to the meanest hamlet of the land.
For the most part the Church of England
had shamefully forgotten and neglected her
duty, while the Nonconformists had sunk
generally into so cold an indifferentism in
devotion, and so hard and sceptical a frame
of thought in theology, that almost every
interest of the land was given over to profligacy
or recklessness, and in thoughtful minds
to despair. Those who called themselves
Christians were for the most part spiritually
dead. The literature of England suffered a
temporary eclipse, and such as it was, it was
shamefully perverted from all high purposes,
and was very generally adverse to all purity
and moral dignity. The gaols, indeed, were
crammed with culprits, but that did not prevent
the heaths from swarming with highwaymen,
and the cities with burglars; in
the remote regions of England, such as
Cornwall in the West, and Yorkshire and
Northumberland in the North, and especially
Midland Staffordshire, the manners were
wild and savage beyond all description or
conception. The reader must conceive a
state of society divested of all the educational,
philanthropic and benevolent activities
of modern times. There were no Sunday-schools
and few day-schools; here and
there a solitary chapel sequestered in some
lane, either in the metropolis or the country
town, or more probably far away from a
town, stood in some confluence of roads a
monument of old intolerance; but religion
was, as we have said, in fact dead or lying
in a trance. To few men has it been given,
commencing a career at the age of thirty-seven,
to have reserved for them yet, upwards
of half-a-century of health, strength,
and mental vigour, to carry out and give
effect to all their plans. Wesley rose to
break up this monotony, and to alarm this
depravity of social life; his strong, clear
voice sounded over the land; the amount of
hatred, hostility and persecution which he
roused, evidently showed the living feeling
he had created; it is a more favourable circumstance
that a man should hate religion
than be wholly indifferent to it; on the
other hand, the love was more fervid and
intense than the hate, hate roared and
hissed, and threw about its mischievous display
of foolish fireworks in the shape of
pamphlets and satires; but there would
appear to have been such a degree of
genuine sympathy, that men and women,
united by certain principles of faith, statedly
met together, regardless of peril or cost, and
thus there gradually extended over the whole
of England a circle of religious societies
bearing Wesley's name.
The Church of England very soon set itself
against the new movement; Whitefield,
much younger than Wesley, an ardent, flaming,
seraphic man, had been compelled to betake
himself to the fields. Like Wesley he
was an ordained minister of the Church, but
he had been threatened with suspension and
expulsion, and he was the first who could
collect thousands—sometimes not less than
twenty thousand—to hear the gospel. It was
with great fear and trembling that Wesley
imitated him, and he says, referring to his first
preaching in the open air near Bristol, 'I
could scarcely reconcile myself at first to this
strange way of preaching in the fields; having
been all my life, till very lately, so tenacious
of every point relating to decency and
order, that I would have thought the saving
of souls almost a sin if it had not been done
in church.' 'Such,' says Mr. Tyerman,
'were the prejudices and feelings of the man
who for between fifty or sixty years proved
himself the greatest outdoor preacher that
ever lived.'
It does not seem very easy to settle the
precise etymology of the term Methodist,
whether derived, as some have said, from an
allusion in Juvenal to a celebrated quack
physician, or whether, as Mr. Tyerman seems
to think, first used in a pamphlet attacking
Whitefield in the earlier years of his ministry,
in which the author fetches up an old
sentence from the pages of Chrysostom, who
says, 'To be a Methodist is to be beguiled.'
We ourselves happened once, in a parish
church in Huntingdonshire, to be listening
to a clergyman notorious alike by his private
character and vehement intolerance, who was
entertaining his audience on a week evening
by a discourse from the text in Ephesians
iv. 14. 'Whereby they lie in wait to deceive.'
He said to his people, 'Now you do
not know Greek; I know Greek, and I am
going to tell you what this text really says;
it says, "they lie in wait to make you Methodists;"
the word used here is methodeian,
that is really the word that is used, and that
is really what Paul said, "they lie in wait to
make you Methodists." A Methodist means
a deceiver, one who deludes, cheats and beguiles.'
The Grecian scholar was a little at
fault in his next allusion, for he proceeded
to quote that other passage of the apostle,
'We are not ignorant of his devices,' and
seemed to be under the impression that 'device'
was the same word as that on which he
had expended his criticism. 'Now,' said
he, 'you may be ignorant because you do
not know Greek, but "we are not ignorant
of his devices," that is, of his methods, his
deceivers, that is his Methodists.' It was a
piece of the richest criticism we ever remember
to have heard in any pulpit. In such
empty wit and ignorant punning, it is very
likely, however, that the term had its origin;
be that as it may, 'Methodist' soon became
the designation of a really large body of
social and spiritual reformers, and assuredly
no term has obtained greater renown and
importance since 'the disciples were first
called Christians at Antioch;' but in fact the
word is to be found in several places in our
obsolete English. Wesley was not the
greatest outdoor preacher that ever lived,
but we can forgive Mr. Tyerman for thinking
so in his high feeling of admiration for his
illustrious hero. He became a power in the
country. Earl Stanhope in his very interesting
'History of England from 1713–1783,'
devotes a lengthy chapter to Wesley and the
rise of Methodism, and says, 'with less immediate
importance than war or political
changes, it endures long after, not only the
result, but the memory of these has passed
away, and thousands who never heard of Fontenoy
or Walpole continue to hold the precepts
and venerate the name of John Wesley.'
Thus this venerable name is a distinguished
landmark or milestone in the history
of the mind of England. By his labours he
gave the noblest freedom to thousands of enslaved
minds, and marshalled their wild
natures under the principles of order and
obedience. Wesley achieved his greatest
victories in the open air; he probably inherited
from his father a tolerably sharp
power of satiric reproof, which often served
him well in such encounters as he would be
sure to have in the broad streets or the fields,
and was well illustrated in his victory over
Beau Nash. The accomplished rake and
dandy king of Bath, master of the ceremonies
in that then famous watering-place, appeared
swaggering in his enormous white
hat, and asked, 'By what authority he dared
to do what he was doing now?' 'By the
authority of Jesus Christ, conveyed to me
by him who is now Archbishop of Canterbury,
when he laid his hands upon me and
said, "Take thou authority to preach the
Gospel."' Cried the man of Bath, 'Your
preaching frightens people out of their wits.'
'Sir,' said Wesley 'did you ever hear me
preach?' 'No!' 'How then can you judge
of what you have never heard?' 'I judge,
he answered, 'from common report.' 'Common
report,' replied Wesley, 'is not enough;
give me leave to ask, Sir, is not your name
Nash?' 'It is,' he said. 'Sir,' replied
Wesley, 'I dare not judge of you by common
report.' Even the unblushing master
of ceremonies was abashed and worsted; he
was slinking away, when, to complete his
discomfiture, an old woman lifted up her
voice, and begged Wesley to allow her to
question and to answer him; this made the
scene ludicrous, and in the midst of such a
singular and disgraceful defeat, the mighty
dandy left the preacher to continue and to
close his sermon.
The most romantic lives of the saints of
the Roman Catholic calendar do not present
a more startling succession of incidents than
those which meet us in the life and labours
of Wesley and his Prætorian band, and
these are all the more marvellous and romantic
because they lay no tax upon credulity
and never appeal to miracle as their foundation.
Wesley never, like blessed St. Raymond
of Pennafort, spread his cloak upon
the sea to transport him across the water,
sailing one hundred and sixty miles in six
hours, and entering his convent through closed
doors; nor do we ever find him, like the
dear and judicious Xavier, spending three
whole days in two different places at the
same time, preaching all the while. We fear
it is true that Wesley does not shine in feats
like these, but he seems almost ubiquitous,
and moves with a rapidity which reminds us
of that flying angel who had 'the everlasting
gospel to preach;' while his conflicts with
the tempests of nature, and those wilder tempests
caused by the passions of men, crowd
his life with incident. We read of adventurous
journeys through regions in the
North of England when snowstorms drifted
and baulked the way, and made travelling
almost impossible, or over roads made like
glass by the hard frost, and through pathless
wastes of white. Thus we read of his travelling
through the long wintry hours, two hundred
and eighty miles, on horseback in six
days, a wonderful feat, and Wesley himself
writes,—'Many a rough journey have I had
before, but one like this I never had, between
wind and hail and rain and snow and
ice, and driving sleet and piercing cold; but
it has passed, and those days will return no
more, and are therefore as though they had
never been. So "the love of Christ constrained
him."' Vast concourses met him
in singular places: on Blackheath fourteen
thousand people, in Kingswood more, in
Moorfields and on Kennington Common
twenty thousand people. Singular was his
visit to Epworth, where he found the church
of his childhood, his father's church, and
the church of his own first ministrations,
closed against him, but for eight days he
stayed, and preached every night standing
on his father's tomb; truly a singular sight,
the living son, the prophet of his age, surely
little short of inspired, preaching on the
dead father's grave, with such pathos and
power as we may well conceive. 'I am well
assured,' he says, 'that I did far more good
to my Lincolnshire parishioners by preaching
three days on my father's tomb, than I did by
preaching three years in his pulpit.' Visiting
York, he went to the service of St. Saviour's
Gate church; the rector, the Rev. Mr. Cordeux,
had warned his congregation against
hearing that 'vagabond Wesley' preach.
Wesley went into the church in his canonicals,
it was not unusual for ministers then to
wear the cassocks or the gown like the university
man in a university town: the rector
of course saw he was a clergyman, but not
knowing who he was, offered him his pulpit
to preach, and Wesley was thoroughly willing
and ready. He took for his text a part
of the gospel of the day—sermons leaped
impromptu from his lips and heart; this
sermon was an impressive one, and after the
service the rector asked the clerk if he knew
who the strange clergyman was. 'Sir,' said
the clerk, 'it was the "vagabond Wesley"
against whom you warned us.' 'Ay, indeed!'
said the astonished rector, 'we have
been trapped, but never mind, we have had
a good sermon.' The Dean of York heard
of the affair, and threatened to lay the matter
before the archbishop; but the rector
outstripped the dean, and went himself and
told the story to the archbishop. 'You did
quite right,' he said, and so the matter ended;
only when the 'vagabond Wesley' came
to York again, the rector offered his church
the second time to him, and a second time
be preached in St. Saviour's.
A succession of persecutions attended him
and his followers on their way, and yet very
little could be alleged to their discredit. In
Cornwall, Edward Greenfield, a tanner, with
a wife and seven children, was arrested under
a warrant signed by Dr. Borlase, the eminent
antiquarian, who was a bitter foe to
Methodism. Wesley appeared to vindicate
his friend, and he first inquired what objection
there was to the peaceable, inoffensive
man. The answer was, 'The man is well
enough in other things, but the gentlemen
cannot bear his impudence; why, Sir, he
says that he knows his sins are forgiven!'
When Bernardine of Sienna preached at Bologna,
the people brought out their dice-tables
and burnt them in the streets; when
Antony of Padua preached at Pavia, he saw
impure books and pictures committed to immense
flames; and even more remarkable,
when Savonarola preached in Florence, the
woman left off painting their faces, and decorating
their hair. The results of Wesley's
preaching were scarcely less remarkable.
The story is well known how in one place a
whole waggon-load of Methodists had been
taken before a magistrate, but when he asked
what they had done, a deep silence fell
over the court, for no one was very well prepared
with any charge against them; at
length some one exclaimed that 'they pretended
to be better than other people, and
prayed from morning till night;' and another
said, 'They have convarted my wife; till she
went among them she had such a tongue,
but now she's as quiet as a lamb.' 'Take
them back, take them back,' said the sensible
magistrate, 'and let them convert all the
scolds in the town.' We are amazed when
we attempt to realize all the causeless conflicts
through which many of these holy enthusiasts
passed, certainly the world in all
its force was against them; no wild anti-popery
riots were more unreasonable and
brutal than the turbulent mobs which tore
down houses and insolently assaulted women
and men for their attachment to the new
movement. Attempts were often made on
Wesley's life in Cornwall; wild cries rose
around him, 'Away with him!' 'Kill him
at once!' 'Crucify the dog!' Stones and
bricks were frequently hurled at him; often
he might have said, 'My soul is among lions.'
Staffordshire was scarcely behind Cornwall
in the rough assaults. Quiet men were
pressed for soldiers, and sent as prisoners to
jail, simply because they were Methodists;
hot-headed Hanoverians did their best to
make the whole Methodist body disloyal,
and both John and Charles Wesley were arrested
or taken before the magistrates upon
suspicion of being favourable to the Pretender.
Thus Charles was brought before
the magistrates at Wakefield, and five witnesses
were ready to swear that he had either
prayed or preached about the return of the
'Banished One,' the well-known and tender
words of the wise woman of Tekoa, being
supposed to convey some sinister allusion to
the exiled Stuarts. It was the age of mobs
and riots; for a long time the preaching of
Wesley appears to have been greeted by turbulencies
as wild and vehement as those
which give a disgraceful notoriety to the
name of John Wilkes or Lord George Gordon.
So astonishing were the results of these
very simple and Christ-like ministrations,
that there was surely something of the supernatural
in the man Wesley. It is part of
the very nature of Christianity to believe
that from time to time the Church is invigorated
by extraordinary impulses of divine life
find grace, and singular effusions of the Holy
Spirit: and to those who are able to reach
at all the idea of supernatural causes in the
Christian life, it is not difficult to apprehend
the reality of such impulses. There was
surely much that was remarkable in Wesley;
it is unquestionable that strange influences
seemed to attend him. His words, it has
been remarked, seemed to possess a mesmeric
power; his proximity to the supernatural
has often been made the subject of criticism.
Extraordinary circumstances which Southey,
Richard Watson, Isaac Taylor, and other
eminent writers have found to be perfectly
inexplicable upon principles of natural reasoning
marked his ministry; we read of innumerable
instances of individual convulsions,
and of multitudes falling prostrate to
the ground before his words; cold and imperturbable
natures were suddenly overwhelmed.
Wesley was quite a believer in the
visible and oral manifestation of the 'powers
of the world to come;' such instances were
especially prominent in the earlier part of
his singular course. We have no remarks
to make upon these phenomena, nor shall
we inquire whether they may or may not be
accounted for on merely natural principles;
the facts remain unquestioned. One thing
is certain, as when Peter preached, so at the
preaching of Wesley, innumerable thousands
were 'pricked to the heart, and exclaimed,
"What shall we do?"'
The power of Wesley's teaching may
probably be traced to the fact that it dealt
with sin as sin, and with souls as souls; but
then the whole doctrine was suffused in the
fulness, the sufficiency, and the sweetness of
Jesus, and it was a mighty reaction against
the indifference and injustice of the age.
The party formed against Wesley represented
the higher classes, bishops and men whose
minds and hearts it would seem were incapable
of sympathy for the suffering and the
poor, and for those who were out of the
way; coarse ribalds like Lavington, the
Bishop of Exeter, or dilettanti gentlemen
like Horace Walpole, buffoons and time servers
like Foote, or even hard theologians like
Toplady, their doctrines tinctured with the
harsh and morbid severity of the times,
when, as we have seen, reckless disregard for
life, a claim over it for the most insignificant
offences, must have tended to give a rigour
and narrowness to many religious ideas.
Wesley's audiences were chiefly composed of
the poor. The early Methodist was a very
simple, perhaps usually an ignorant, man,
but he had that light which 'lighteth every
man that cometh into the world.' The Methodist
was not such an one as the Puritan
of other days, who was a sort of Knight of
the Iron Hand, a Nonconformist crusader,
whose theology had trained him to the
battle-field, nerved him to frown defiance
upon kings, and to treat as worthy only of
contempt the unsanctified nobles of the
earth. The Methodist was not such an one;
he was as loyal as he was lowly, he had been
forgotten or passed by, by priests and Levites,
but suddenly he found himself raised
to the rank of a living soul—a voice had
reached him assuring him that he, too, was
in possession of a soul. Over the country the
ground, on the whole, was easy to Wesley
to win; there was no education, there were
no conflicts of opinion, there were no popular
books, the people had no objects to claim
their attention, the towns were far apart,
and connected only by the mail or stagecoach,
or that heavy and much more romantic-looking
than agreeable conveyance, the
market-cart; there was little popular excitement,
there were only coarse amusements.
It is unquestionable that the people had far
fewer religious interests than in the old days
of popery, the entire services of the Church
were bald and uninteresting, there was no
music, unless of such a description as to
move the passions by shattering the nerves,—there
was no popular psalmody worthy of
the name; thus the religious nature was entranced
or buried. But the Methodist was
one who had heard the call of God, conscience
had been stirred within him, and a
new life had created new interests; for
Christianity really ennobles a man, gives
him self-respect, shows to him a new purpose
and business in life, and stirs the spirit,
moreover, with a pulse of joy and cheerfulness;
hence Methodism created the necessity
for meetings and for frequent reciprocations.
There were no chapels, or but few,
and none to open their doors to these strange
new pilgrims to the celestial city. The
churches, of course, were closed against
them;—what could be done, for they must
speak together. Reciprocation was the soul
of Methodism; almost all the great religious
movements have been instituted and marked
by some sign—Dominic invented the rosary,
Loyola the spiritual contemplations and
the retreat, Wesleyanism created Class-meetings;
this constituted its essential symbolism.
A church can scarcely long maintain
a standing without a symbol. This is
the countersign of parties and sects. So these
people assembled in each other's houses, in
rude and homely rooms, by farm ingles, in
lone hamlets; thus was created a homely
piety, rugged enough, but full of beautiful
and pathetic instincts. When the faith
became more consciously objective, it was
possessed by that singular belief ruling the
Church in all such movements—the belief
in the power, conjoined to the desire to save
souls. This drove them out on great occasions
to call the vast multitudes together on
heaths and moors. Occasionally, but this
was at a later period, some country gentleman
threw open his old hall to the preachers;
but the more aristocratic phase of the Methodist
movement fell into the Calvinistic
rather than into the Wesleyan ranks; these
last sought the sequestered places of nature,
or in cities and towns they took to the
streets, outlying fields or broadways; in
some neighbourhoods a little room was built
containing the germ of what in a few years
became a large Wesleyan society. The burden
of all their meetings and their intercourse,
whether in speech or song, was the
sweetness and fullness of Jesus; they had
an intense faith in the love of God shed
abroad in the heart; their great solicitude
was that souls were on the brink of perdition.
This was to them more than spiritual
difficulties, mere interior trials, or speculative
despair; these were mostly a terra incognita
to them. Wesley dealt, as it has been expressed,
with sin as sin, and with souls as
souls; he had little regard to mere proprieties.
Wesley and his preachers, 'out of
breath pursuing souls,' seemed to many ungraceful,
undignified, their faces weary,
their hands heavy with toil. Yet these men
had found, such as it was, a definite creed,
and, as in the case of their great leader, all
the inexhaustible variety and world-wide
energy of other minds were in them concentrated
into a burning instinct; the word of
'the Lord was like fire, or like a hammer.' The
early Methodists had also the mighty instincts
of prayer—to them there was a
meaning in it and a joy. So these men pursued
their way. God's ministry goes on by
various means, ordinary and extraordinary;
it is the difference between rivers and rains,
between the dews and the lightnings, the
rivers are exhaled by the sun and return to
the earth in rains, the Severn and the Wye
roll their beautiful forces through the meadow
and along the hill-side, but if they did
not give their waters to the sun and the
cloud, and fall back upon the earth as dew
and showers, they would cease from their
channels among the hills. So Methodism
availed itself of the ordinary and extraordinary.
All truly holy souls, even those the most
opposed in their pews or their studies, meet
and melt and mingle in song; holy song is
the solvent of the most divergent creeds.
Perhaps the greater number of the early
Methodists were not pressed by physical
want; concern for the soul was the grand
business, in many instances possibly it was
a wild and even diseased feeling. There
was no art, no splendid form of worship or
ritual; early Methodism was as free from
all this as Clairvaux, in the valley of Wormwood,
when Bernard ministered there with
all his monks around him, or as Cluny, when
Bernard de Morlaix chanted his 'Jerusalem
the Golden.' Methodism, like all the great
religious movements which have shaken
men's souls, was purely spiritual, or, if it had
a sensuous expression, it was not artificial;
loud 'Amens!' resounded as Wesley preached,
spoke, or prayed, and then the hearty
gushes of, perhaps, not melodious song
united all hearts in some Wesleyan Litany
or Te Deum. It was so throughout the
whole land; such cyclones of spiritual
power mysteriously visit our world from age
to age, but this surely was one in which
there was infinitely more to bless and benefit,
and far less to which good taste or good
sense could take any exception, than in perhaps
any of the great preceding waves of
spiritual power which had rolled over Europe.
It was the ascetic type set forth by
Wesley in an age of animal and sensual
indulgence. It was principally by fighting
with the sins of the age, at the same time by
laying hold upon its characteristics, and
especially by remembering that man is more
than a machine to fill rich men's pockets, or
to digest victuals—a soul, in fact, for whom
Christ died—that Methodism 'grew mightily,
and prevailed.'
The strength of a great and popular leader
is especially shown in his power to infuse
his own spirit into the minds of other men,
thus constituting an organized band of kindred
helpers; never surely was there a man
who more remarkably abides this test than
Wesley, and he became the general of a
remarkable order. Protestantism may well,
with Wesley to adduce, challenge Rome to
produce any superior illustration of spiritual
power. Archbishop Manning has spoken of
St. Benedict, St. Francis, St. Dominic, and
St. Ignatius, chiefs of the orders they created,
as the four rivers of the water of life;
it is a singular illustration and not creditable
to the archbishop's piety or good taste; but
if Wesley be compared with these great
fathers of the Romish Church, he shines
brilliantly in the comparison. Mr. Tyerman
enthusiastically inquires, 'Is it not true that
Methodism is the greatest fact in the history
of the Church of Christ?' We may
reply we do not think so, and may yet be
prepared to render almost equal homage with
Mr. Tyerman to this stupendous spiritual
organization. John Wesley very soon poured
his animating spirit into other men, and
the history of Jesuitism—that marvellous
story of the conquest of the human mind—does
not exhibit anything like so striking
an array of heroic and glorious achievements.
Rome would make much of such a history,
had she to recite it of herself. The names
of those who surround Wesley as his fellow-labourers
and helpers are, indeed, all of
them humble men; no courtly or episcopal
favour smiled upon him or them as they
passed along. He had absolutely nothing
but the pure Gospel, by the proclamation of
which he sought to awaken human interest
and to command attention; but soon there
came a host, of whom it might be said,
'There went with him a band of men whose
hearts God had touched.' The mind of
England seemed to be waiting for that which
Wesley brought to it. Spiritually dead as
the Church of England was, many clergymen,
responsive to his call, shook off their lethargy,
and several, like William Grimshaw, of
Haworth, laboured heartily with the apostle
of Methodism. The right material was constantly
at hand so soon as it was needed, in
men who have almost passed away from
memory, but whose 'record is on high.' We
have no space for the review of that long
gallery of interesting portraits of marked
and remarkable men; only we notice there
seemed to be a hand for every kind of work
that had to be accomplished; one to lead
on the polemic work of the disputant, and
another, or others, to pour forth hymns;
some to sway, by rugged but splendid
powers of persuasion, immense masses of
people; others to minister in localities and
gather up the lost sheep into folds; and
others to visit in prison, or in those scenes
where the tender voice and the ministering
hand were needed, while all bowed before
the omnific mind of Wesley. Few lives are
more startling than that of John Nelson;
few types of saintly holiness are higher than
Thomas Walsh; Thomas Maxfield has generally
been supposed to be the first of the
long line of lay preachers to whose exertions
Methodism owes so much; while John
and Thomas Oliver, John Haine, George
Story, and Sampson Staniforth, and a number
of other goodly names, represent lives
of such intense earnestness, holiness, and activity,
as would certainly win them a place
in a Catholic calendar of saints, and are so
full of glowing adventure, that the story of
many of them would keep a boy's eyes from
winking even late in the night.
Simultaneously with Wesley came the singular
apparition of Whitefield, who fell into
no groove of Church routine or life, although
undoubtedly standing on the Calvinistic side
of Methodist opinion. It is interesting to
compare these two men together. Whitefield
sprang upon the world ready armed as a
youth of twenty, and finished his career in
the prime of life; he seems almost to realize,
if it can be realized, the idea of an
abstract soul. We read his words, and they
are nothing; but those words uttered by him
broke down, overwhelmed, and dissolved all
prejudices. What must he have been to
whom such strong men, such courtly, artificial,
yet highly cultured men, such sceptical
and inaccessible men as Bolingbroke, and
Chesterfield, and David Hume, and Garrick,
and Benjamin Franklin, 'were as tow,' while
he was as 'a spark' to kindle all into consuming
flame. Not immediately connected
with Wesley's organization, this mysterious
and marvellous man, an entire soul of all-embracing
love and compassion, greatly
aided the movement;—equally at home in
preaching in the select saloons of the Countess
of Huntingdon, to Dukes and Duchesses
and arrays of Peers, or in the wildest and
most furious and murderous mobs. Whitefield
is a mystery to us; he only seems to
burn with an incandescent heat, so that
words shrivel, and evaporate in the flame of
that pure, ingenuous, generous, and wholly
consecrated soul; and this, notwithstanding
the melody of that full, clear, all-encompassing
voice, varying to every passionate accent,
sinking to the most penetrating entreaty,
swelling to the most rousing apostrophe. In
the full careering heat of his speech, Whitefield
became, unconsciously to himself, poet,
philosopher, psychologist, thus enabling us
to understand something of his stupendous
power, even while we are still perplexed as
to its cause. No melody or poetry shines
through the words of his published discourses;
but no pictures we have ever met
with of inspired, rapt oratory, are more
surprising than those which are presented to
us by his contemporaries of Whitefield's
preaching, on the slope of some mountain or
hill, the trees and hedges full of people
hushed to profound silence, the open firmament
above him, the green fields around him,
the sight of thousands on thousands of people,
some in coaches, some on horseback,
gathered around him and all affected—melted
to tears. When the evening approached,
he once said, 'Beneath the twilight
it was too much, and quite overcame me!'
One night he describes a time never to be
forgotten: it lightened exceedingly; he
preached the warnings and the consolations
of the coming of the Son of Man; the thunder
broke over his head, the lightning
gleamed upon his path; it ran along the
ground, and shone from one part of the
heavens to the other. His spirit rose above
the storm; he longed for the time when
Christ should be revealed in flaming fire.
'Oh,' exclaims he, 'that my soul may live in
a like flame, when He shall actually come to
call me!'
But Wesley's success! Wesley, as an orator,
seems still more inconceivable. By all
accounts Whitefield was seraphic. Wesley
seldom rose beyond penetrating good sense,
and nothing appears to have transported him
out of his invariable calm. Yet the effects
of his oratory were even still more wonderful;
there was something of magnetism in
it. Henry Moore, his great friend, says,
'At this moment, I well remember my first
thought after hearing him preach nearly fifty
years ago; spiritual things are natural
things to that man;' In innumerable instances
we find audiences shaken as by a mighty
wind, hurled down, agonizing, screaming
aloud; there was much more of all this in
Wesley's preaching than in Whitefield's,
yet in Whitefield's we should expect it more.
Wesley, in the style of his oratory, seems to
have been judicial, and our readers are not
unaware of the remarkable power that quiet
statement is able to exercise. Who so passionless
apparently as Jonathan Edwards, a
man who would have disdained every approach
to sensationalism, whose entire mode
of pulpit delivery was obnoxious to all ideas
of pulpit oratory, and whose whole scheme
of thought and expression were as calm and
clear as logical metaphysics could make
them? yet what scenes he witnessed when
he preached? Thus it was eminently with
Wesley; crowds thronged around him intent
to listen wherever he appeared; if the
face was beautiful, the height of the body
was so far beneath the average standard that
it seems almost contemptible for the holding
of such powers as he wielded; and then the
voice, not less than the manner, appears to
have been unfitted to carry tempests of passion—nor
did he desire that it should; we
suppose that it must have been singularly
clear and penetrating, and that every sentence
was sharply cut and elaborated, not
by preparation and the pen, but by convictions
deep and indelible. Such sentences
carried upon a clear penetrating voice—and
in oratory the voice is all but everything—will
achieve more than more plausible means.
It is fervour which fires, but fervour often
burns more effectually in the still, white,
soundless heat, than in what seems to be the
most raging flame. There must have been
considerable natural dignity in the man.
'Be silent, or begone,' he said on one occasion
to some who were molesting him in
preaching, and the intruders were silenced.
The traditions of Methodism are rich in
the recollection of such scenes;—the scenes
of Gwennap Pit for instance. This is a
natural excavation, three miles from Redruth,
an amphitheatre, formed by nature,
whose walls are from seven to eight hundred
feet in height, and which is capable of holding
from twenty-five to thirty thousand persons.
This was one of Wesley's most famous
churches. Year after year this most
spacious and magnificent cathedral amongst
the wild moors of Cornwall was crowded
by vast and hushed assemblies. Until Wesley's
day, all that immense population might
have said, 'No man cared for our souls.'
Wild, rugged miners and fishermen of
whom it was true that they never breathed
a prayer except for the special providence of
a shipwreck—men whose wicked barbarity
in kindling delusive lights along the coast to
allure unfortunate ships to the cruel cliffs of
those dangerous shores, had won for their
region the name of 'West Barbary.' Now,
as if some power had passed over them,
clothed anew and in their right minds, they
assembled to greet and gladden their venerable
father in that wild glen, creating a
strange and not unbeautiful life in the stillness
of that desolate and romantic spot,
and worshipping with the birds overhead
and the broom and the wild flowers under
foot, under the overhanging shadow of the
venerable rocks. Truly it must have been a
sublime thing to have heard that great multitude
peal out in Wesley's own words:—
'Suffice that for the season past,
Hell's horrid language filled our tongues,
We all thy words behind us cast,
And loudly sang the drunkard's songs.
But, oh! the power of grace divine,
In hymns we now our voices raise,
Loudly in strange hosannas join,
And blasphemies are turned to praise.'
Twenty-five thousand persons! and it is
said he was able to make everyone hear his
words; wonderful, whether we think of the
acoustical properties of the church itself,
the attentiveness the preacher could command,
or the marvellous strength, the clearness
and fulness of his voice.
Of all the helpers from whom Wesley derived
assistance essential to the carrying on
his work, his brother Charles was the most
providential. He was a narrow ecclesiastic,
and often troublesome, but he did good service.
Much as Wesley loved the service of
the Church of England, it was utterly impossible
to employ it in the work he set himself
to perform; but it has been felt again
and again, whether it has been expressed or
not, that a religious service without liturgies
is impossible. People may disclaim and
disown the word liturgy, and substitute
for it psalms and hymns, the fact remains
the same; psalms and hymns are
liturgies in rhyme—liturgies sung instead of
said. Congregations need to be held together;
the voice of a solitary soul is not
enough for religious purposes, and especially
for the pressure of overwrought emotions;
multitudes require something more than a
mere monologue. Wesley arose at a time
when that popular and united form of worship,
the hymn, had but just ceased to be
regarded as an innovation. There were
Churches in London—Maze Pond, for instance—which
had divided upon the question
of singing, and the unmusical members went
off, and formed a community of their own,
undistracted by notes of song. Watts had
only just published some of his psalms and
hymns, when Wesley came down among the
people and began to move to and fro
amongst his congregations. The want of
simple forms of prayer and praise was soon
felt. No doubt his recent acquaintance
with the Moravians had given him invaluable
suggestions, of which he was prepared
to avail himself. Amidst much which was
worse than foolish, the Moravians had, as he
knew, many inspiring psalms, and a far
greater variety of metre than English devotional
verse had heretofore employed. Some
of the most magnificent hymns in the Wesleyan
collection are Wesley's translations
from Zinzendorf and other German psalmists;
but the fulness and splendour of Wesleyan
psalmody was developed by Charles
Wesley. His hymns have been the liturgies
of Methodism, the creeds of that Church have
been embodied in them, they have formed
its collects, and enshrined its loftiest bursts
of devotional ardour. What sentiment of
Christian experience is there which does not
find an utterance in them? What phase of
Methodist faith is there which is not translated
into some of these verses? In preparing
the hymn-book, indeed, a great number
of Watts's hymns were included, and included
not only without any acknowledgment,
but the preface, from the pen of John,
claims for the Wesleys all the hymns in
the volume. In this condition the hymn-book
remains to this day, and we have often
conversed with Methodists who have stoutly
maintained that certain hymns in the volume
legitimately belong to it, although published
by Watts years before its compilation.
This, however, in no way interferes with the
estimate we have to form of these sacred
lyrics; of course, the Methodist estimate of
them is that they are the highest achievements
of sacred song. That which we are
constantly using, and which touches our
affections becomes supremely precious and
dear to us. They are all eminently experimental;
they seem to have been constructed
for the class-meeting and band-meeting; they
are especially conjubilant, hymns well calculated
to excite and stir, and carry aloft the
feelings of the people; and they have become—they
very soon became—the voices
of the Church.
Wesley, in his reformation, soon commenced
the work of reforming the singing.
Throughout his life and labours he often
remarks upon the questionable psalmody by
which he was greeted; thus at Warrington,
he says:—
'I put a stop to a bad custom which was
creeping in here; a few men, who had fine
voices, sang a psalm which no one knew, in a
tune fit for an opera, wherein three, four, or
five persons sung different words at the same
time; what an insult to common sense! what
a burlesque upon public worship! no custom
can excuse such a mixture of profanity and
absurdity.'
Elsewhere he says,—
'Beware of formality in singing, or it will
creep upon us unawares; is it not creeping in
already by those complex tunes which it is
scarce possible to sing with devotion? Such
is the long quavering "Hallelujah," and next,
the morning song tune, which I defy any man
living to sing devoutly, the repeating the same
words so often, especially while another repeats
different words, shocks all common sense,
brings in dead formality, and has no more religion
in it than a Lancashire hornpipe.'
In harmony with the Hymns, he introduced
tunes, which appropriately rendered the
words, and were soon used throughout the
whole communion; from one end of the
country to the other these have echoed and
rolled; few are the circumstances in which
they have not awakened or sustained some
thrilling emotion. They hailed the bridal
party as it returned from the church singing,—
'We kindly help each other,
Till all shall wear the starry crown.'
they followed the bier to the grave chanting—
'There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with their Saviour beneath;
With shouting, each other they greet,
And triumph o'er sorrow and death.'
And few separations took place without
that consolotary song,—
'Blest be that dear uniting love,
That will not let us part.'
While some hymns speedily became like
national airs to the Methodist heart: amongst
the chief,—
'Jesus, the name high over all
In hell or earth or sky.'
They sob, they swell, they meet the spirit
in its most hushed and plaintive mood; they
roll and bear it aloft in its most inspired
and prophetic moods, as on the surge of
more than a mighty organ's swell. Among
the mines, and quarries, and wild moors
of Cornwall, among the factories of Lancashire
and Yorkshire, in the chambers
of death, in the most joyful assemblages of
the household, they have relieved the hard
lot, and sweetened the pleasant one; in
other lands, soldiers, and slaves, and prisoners
have recited with what joy those words
have entered into their life. So early as
1748, when a sad cluster of convicts, horse-stealers,
highway robbers, burglars, smugglers,
and thieves, were led forth to execution, the
turnkey said he had never seen such people
before. When the bellman came, as usual,
to say to them, 'Remember, you are to die
to-day;' they exclaimed, 'Welcome news!
welcome news!' The Methodists had been
in their prison, and their visits had produced
these marvellous effects; and on their
way to Tyburn, the convicts sang that
beautiful sacramental hymn of Charles Wesley:—
'Lamb of God, whose bleeding lore
We still recall to mind;
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find.
Think on us who think on Thee,
And every struggling soul release;
Oh, remember Calvary,
And let us go in peace.'
These hymns supplied battle-cries for all
the scenes of open-air aggression and warfare.
When Charles Wesley himself was
preaching at Bengeworth, he was beset by a
mob. He says, 'Their tongues were set on
fire by hell!' One in the crowd proposed
to take him away and duck him; he broke
out into singing with Thomas Maxfield, and
allowed them to carry him whither they
would. At the bridge end of the street they
relented and left him; there, instead of retreating,
he took his stand, and, with an immense
congregation about him, sang,—
'Angel of God, whate'er betide,
Thy summons I obey;
Jesus, I take Thee for my guide,
And walk in Thee, my way.'
Innumerable anecdotes might be accumulated
touching the glories and triumphs of
Methodist song. With all our higher love
and admiration for Isaac Watts, and our
feeling that, as a sacred poet, he had a more
lofty and gorgeous wing, even a far more,
tender and touching expression, and that in
some of his hymns he speaks in a manner of
strength altogether far more wonderful, nevertheless
it is true that to Charles Wesley
must be given the merit of, perhaps, the
most perfect of all hymns, as the expression
of Christian experience,—
'Jesus, lover of my soul.'
It is necessary to have some apprehension
of the Theology of Methodism, for the spirit
of Methodism was in its theology, even as
the soul of that theology was in its hymns.
It met the heart at that point of experience
at which it felt its need of God, a living God:
consciousness pervaded it everywhere. This
was the central teaching of the great evangelical
reaction. How well does it compare
and contrast with the contemplations and
exercises of Loyola in the solitude of the
Manreza; and also with the 'De Imitatione'
of à Kempis, against which, large as has
been the regard for it, a certain instinct of
the Church has always testified. The theology
of Methodism was, in one word, Christ
for the conscience. Those, happily, were not
the days of scientific theology; as a scientific
statement the theology of Wesley has
justly been regarded as defective, but it is
possible to be defective in comprehensive
knowledge, and yet to have a sufficiently full
and clear understanding for practical uses;
even as it is possible to work an engine well,
and yet in no sense to be an accomplished
engineer. The secret of Wesley's success lay
in the fact that his was a theology for the
multitude; on the one hand it was not a
forensic theory, on the other it was not rationalistic.
Both are alike unsatisfactory to
the heart. There is a forensic theology, but
it is for the schools rather than for the factories
or the fields. 'Wesley,' says Alexander
Knox, 'regarded justification neither
merely nor chiefly as a forensic acquittal in
the court of heaven, but as implying also a
conscious liberation from moral thraldom.'
Indeed this was the important point with
him; consciousness, everywhere consciousness.
It is in the consciousness faith is to
be wrought, as he sings—
'Inspire the living faith,
Which whosoe'er receives,
The witness in himself he hath,
And consciously believes.'
The strife ran very high upon matters
where the disputants were not substantially
divided; the doctrine of personal election
and reprobation, Wesley, indeed, denounced
in some of his most vehement words; and
it seemed that the imputed righteousness of
Christ, and in consequence, the doctrine of
the substitution of Christ for the sinner,
paled and became ineffective in his teaching.
This was especially manifested in his controversy
with the beloved and amiable rector
of Weston Favell, James Hervey, on the publication
of his 'Theron and Aspasio.' Hervey
says, 'The righteousness wrought out by
Jesus Christ is wrought out for all His people,'
&c. Wesley replies, with truth and
force, but with needless vehemence, 'What
becomes of all other people? They must
inevitably perish for ever. The die was cast
ere ever they were in being. The doctrine
to pass them by has consigned their unborn
souls to hell, and damned them from their
mother's womb. I could sooner be a Turk,
a deist, yea, an atheist, than I could believe
this. It is less absurd to deny the very being
of God, than to make Him an Almighty
tyrant.' It was Wesley's great and favourite
faith that 'in every nation he that feareth
God and worketh righteousness is accepted
of Him.' In some hymns he expresses, however,
very unreservedly the doctrine of substitution
for instance—
'Join earth and heaven to bless
The Lord our righteousness;
The mystery of redemption this,
This the Saviour's strange design;
Man's offence was counted His,
Ours His righteousness divine.'
Wesley dealt always with those great truths
which, because of the depths of his own moral
consciousness, man cannot hear announced
without awe. It is possible to receive
Christian doctrine as only a science, or a judicial
exposition; the Calvinistic theology
has too often been merely this, but the core
of Wesley's creed was personal perception
and appropriation of the work of Christ—in
a word, Consciousness. And usually his
ideas were presented in a clear and transparent
style, the chief of them being salvation
by faith; salvation by faith rather than
justification by faith. No doubt Wesley
clearly and distinctly held and preached the
latter, but those who have made this the
principal theme of their religious teaching
have been usually led into a region of thought
higher than was suitable to the practical purposes
of the great Methodist apostle. The
designation of his doctrine, 'Evangelical
Arminianism,' has often been charged with
involving a contradiction in terms. The discussion
of the principles of the Divine government,
and the Divine decrees, the relations
of fore-knowledge and predetermination in
the Infinite mind, impressions concerning the
freedom of the will and the nature of evil—such
questions, it must be admitted, are more
curious and speculative than useful, or sometimes
even pious. Wesley was no metaphysician,
he had little taste for such studies;
and his life was passed in a round of useful
activities unfavourable to their prosecution.
Into the department of thought which implies
the relation of logic to theology, he
never entered. Alike in the frame-work of
his popular creed, as we shall see in the
frame-work of his Church organization, he
struck out a broad basis; breadth rather
than depth was the characteristic of his
mind and work; he cared little for the nice
distinctions of philosophical refinement; his
theology turned chiefly on the responsibilities
of man; his aim was to make man feel,
rather than to make him think. The Calvinistic
side of theology produces the exactly
opposite effect. Wesley, naturally, insisted
strongly on the personal sanctification of the
soul, this follows, of course, that other chief
and much-belaboured item of Wesleyan
faith, the doctrine of perfection. 'This,'
says Alexander Knox, 'was the perpetual
bone of contention between Wesley and the
whole phalanx of Calvinist religionists.' And
assuredly, that whole phalanx showed itself
to be imperfect enough in the controversy.
In the story of the strifes of good men this
has a shocking pre-eminence. We cannot
blame Mr. Tyerman for presenting the various
phases of the struggle, or even for quoting
passages from the innumerable abusive
volumes and pamphlets which were poured
out upon Wesley, but we shall not ourselves
dwell upon these scandals. On the whole,
we have in Wesley the picture of a fine
Christian temper and spirit, seldom condescending
to reply at all, and when replying,
doing so in a tone worthy even of him who
could say, 'Let no man trouble me, for I
bear in my body the marks of the Lord
Jesus.'
That Wesley should be defamed and denounced
by ungodly scoffers or worldly bishops
is not surprising, but that he should become
the object of the ribaldry and scorn
and contumely of men who were undoubtedly
the children of God, is amazing. He
had for long years been scourged and lampooned
in newspapers, magazines, tracts, and
pamphlets; Samuel Foote, the buffoon, had
ridiculed him; and Lavington, the merry-andrew-bishop
of Exeter, had poured out
upon him volumes of ribaldry. And well
says Mr. Tyerman, 'In turn Mr. Wesley had
encountered mobs, and men of letters, drunken,
parsons, furious papists, honest infidels,
and others; but of all his enemies his last
were his bitterest and worst, Calvinistic
Christians.' It is a mystery to us now—and
that it is so seems to prove that we have
made some advances beyond our forefathers
in good sense, good taste, and good manners,
to say nothing of the higher attainments
of Christian moderation and temper—that
Christian men could ever have indulged
in such envenomed speech, and
that the pure air of metaphysical theology
should ever have been burdened with such
exhalations and such thunders. It is to the
honour of Mr. Wesley that he never condescended
to stoop from his work to personal
recrimination, and scarcely, indeed, to personal
explanation. His theology was wanting
in those more noble excursions of intelligence
and experience which supply strength
to the spirit in seasons when a black night
of doubt spreads out over the soul. Concerning
the ways and means of faith, of
revelation, and providence, he never attempted
any solution. His mind, in all departments
of it, was characterized by a quick
apprehension; this was not accompanied by
a power of lofty and sustained reflection; the
business of his life was to train as many persons
as he possibly could to habitual and
orderly devotion. He taught the doctrine
of the witness of the Spirit, and personal
assurance of salvation, with a persistency
which surely ought to have satisfied Toplady;
but then his teaching had this serious
difference, he conditioned assurance in the
personal consciousness of the believer, while
the school of Toplady fell back more securely
upon the purposes, character, and
promises of God. This makes the technical
difference between the salvation by faith,
taught by the one school, and justification
by faith, taught by the other. To a profoundly
experienced nature we suppose the
former is included in the latter, and furnishes
sources of satisfaction altogether wanting to
the more narrow, plausible, and popular
scheme.
Hence, so much was made of the happiness
arising from states of feeling, and from
the witness of the Spirit; this was to be the
aim and object of the life and heart, and was
the proof of that growth in the life of perfection
which seems to reduce—as Coleridge
has well shown in a very able note to
Southey—the Christian life to a sensation:
sensational assurance became the counterpart
of the doctrine of sinless perfection in this
life; the one is quite absolutely related to
the other. It is not too much to say that
Wesley quite misconceived the term 'perfect'
(τέλειος) as it was used by Paul;
hence it was, no doubt, that Wesley entangled
himself in contradictions, and
founded the religious life very much upon
certain ascetic and sumptuary laws: 'Powder
was antichristian; a ribbon became the
sign of a carnal nature, and snuff-boxes and
tobacco were the very emanations of the
bottomless pit; and very innocent things became
really Babylonish.' The life prescribed
by Wesley was as severe as a monastic
rule: his disciples were met every hour by
something of which they were to deny
themselves, which was to be a contradiction
to them, and which they were to overcome.
He insisted in the spirit of a monastic legislator,
that his preachers should always preach
at four or five o'clock in the morning. 'I
exhort all those who desire me to watch over
their souls, to wear no gold, no pearls or
precious stones; use no curling of hair, or
costly apparel.' 'Be serious,' was one of his
favourite injunctions; 'avoid all lightness as
you would hell-fire, and trifling as you would
cursing and swearing; touch no woman, be
as loving as you will, but the custom of the
country is nothing to us.' Sometimes Wesley
uses wiser words, but generally he appears
to teach that deliverance from sin
implies deliverance from human infirmities,
and that it is almost inconsistent with temptation;
and this arises apparently from an
unnatural interpretation of the word 'perfect,'
as we have it in the language of our
Lord and in the writings of the apostles.
'Truly,' says Coleridge, 'there is no point
at which you can arrive in this life, in which
the command, "Soar upwards still," ceases
in validity or occasion.' And yet such seems
to be the doctrine of Wesley: and while in
a corrupt and dissolute age his rules fostered
and trained innumerable holy and saintly
lives, they to a very large degree gave occasion
for that satire and ridicule, which indeed
is not wonderful, from the scoffing
world, but which is shameful when indulged
in by the pens and lips of believers. The
two great controversialists of Methodism,
Calvinistic and Arminian, were Toplady, the
vicar of Broad Hembury, and the gentle
Swiss, John Fletcher, the vicar of Madely.
Both argued within the circle of Scripture.
We have outlived all taste for this pamphleteering
kind of controversy. Toplady was
the more scholarly and logical, his style was
the more nervous and terse: he also was not
only the more witty but the more wilful, and
made his pages sparkle with a lively wickedness
which is wonderful in such a writer upon
such subjects, and especially in the writer
of such transcendent hymns as his. Fletcher
was the more sentimental and rhetorical, frequently
also more characterized by a plain
and earnest common sense; he was more
spiritual and devout than Toplady, nor
would it be possible, we suppose, to find a
sentence in his famous 'Checks' unbecoming
the perfect Christian gentleman, and they
furnished material and ammunition for all
the Wesleyan preachers, not only for that
day, but for many years after. The world
and the Church, however, now demand
something more concise and firmly-textured
than the essays of either, Toplady or of
Fletcher. It is satisfactory also to feel our
way to that higher plain of thought which
reconciles the two. If God be infinite consciousness
and thought, can the salvation and
trials of any child of man be unknown to
Him? If He be infinite character and will,
can any event happen unpermitted by Him?
If He be infinite power, can any circumstance
be unordained by Him? Is He not
also infinitely amiable? It is singular how
combatants fetch their weapons from the
same armoury, and tilt Scripture against
Scripture; but both are reconciled in consciousness,
and the disciples of Wesley and
Toplady alike find the same reposing rest
and assuring trust in the mercy of God,
through faith in the righteousness of
Christ.
What shall we say of the Ecclesiastical
Polity framed by Wesley? This, first of all,
that he never intended that his discipline
should be regarded as an ecclesiastical polity.
Like so many of the fathers of the
Church, he founded an order; he formed a
society, not a Church. He cautions his ministers
against calling the society either the
Church or a Church. He created a broad
organization, but not the broadest. He always
remembered that he was a minister and
an ordained priest of the Church of England;
and it was with great reluctance that
he permitted himself to yield to those innovations
which the polity of the Church of
England would have opposed; he always desired
to regard his entire fellowship as in
communion with the Establishment; his arrangements
for his services were, as far as
possible, for times and seasons when no services
were proceeding in the parish churches
of the neighbourhood, and for a long time
he attempted to harmonise his method of
worship to the liturgic forms and devotions
of the Church. Lord King's essay on the
Primitive Church made him, theoretically,
an Independent; yet, there can be little
doubt that had there been a broader, wiser,
and more tolerant régime in the Establishment,
the whole movement might have been
included in the corporation of the National
Church; it was surely of God that it was
not so. But the Church of Rome would
have known how to avail itself of such a
sudden burst of energy, as in the cases of St.
Francis, of Loyola, and others; the great
leader and his disciples would for some time
have been kept in a state of ecclesiastical
quarantine, but in the course of a few years
they would have been received, to pour into
the mother Church the fulness of their newly-acquired
life. It was a great evangelistic
movement that Wesley originated and sustained;
he perpetually attempted to limit
and curtail the ministerial powers of his
preachers; many of them, indeed, became
sufficiently restive even beneath his authority,
and were quite unable or unwilling to perceive
the reason of the ecclesiastical refinements
he taught and maintained.
Isaac Taylor has urged against Wesley
that he founded an irresponsible hierarchy;
he says: 'On the one side stand all Protestant
Churches, Episcopal and non-Episcopal,
Wesleyanism excepted; on the other side
stand the Church of Rome, and the Wesleyan
Conference. This position maintained
alone by a Protestant body must be regarded
as false in principle, and in an extreme degree
ominous.' The position is not fairly
stated. The polity of Rome is absolutely intolerant;
she not merely has laws for conserving
her own rights, which she claims as
divine, but she treats with perfect contempt
and scorn all reference to, or respect for, the
rights of others. Even Frederick Faber, in
his essay on Philip Neri, in a passage of
hearty eulogy on Whitefield, consigns him to
hell, notwithstanding all his usefulness, when
he says, 'St. Philip would have taught him
to preach if he had been an oratorian novice,
which, unluckily for his poor soul, George
Whitefield never was.' Such is Rome. It
was not so with Wesley himself, nor has it
been so with his descendants. The rubric—if
so we may call it—of Methodist polity
has been stringent; too stringently, perhaps,
laws have been enacted against those turbulent
spirits, certain to emerge in all communities,
endowed with a strong desire to take
their own way, and to do things merely
right in their own eyes; you are free to do
so, says Wesley, but not beneath the sanctions
of our society, unless we approve the
action. There has been a strong desire to
gather in and build up, but in a sense in
which, perhaps, Wesleyans have not been
singular; 'they have dwelt among their own
people,' their fellowship, in spite of numerous
schisms, has been one of the most perfect,
harmonious, and useful in Christendom;
but this has existed with entire respect and
good-will to other denominations. Wesley
himself says, one circumstance is quite peculiar
to the Methodists, the terms upon
which any person may be admitted into their
society, 'they do not impose, in order to their
admission, any opinions whatever; one conviction,
and one only, is required, a real desire
to save their souls; where this is, it is
enough, they desire no more, they lay stress
upon nothing else, they ask only, "is thy
heart herein as my heart? if it be, give me
thy hand." Is there any other society in
Great Britain and Ireland that is so remote
from bigotry? Where is there such another
society in Europe—in the habitable world?
I know none. Let any man show it me who
can; till then, let no one talk of the bigotry
of the Methodists.' 'Look to the Lord, and
faithfully attend all the means of grace appointed
in the society.' Such was, practically,
the whole of Methodism. So that famous
old lady, whose bright example has so
often been held up on Methodists' platforms,
when called upon to state the items of her
creed, did so very sufficiently when she
summed if up in the four particulars of 'Repentance
towards God, faith in the Lord Jesus
Christ, a penny a week, and a shilling a
quarter.' And certainly, beyond any other
scheme or system, the organization of Methodism
has developed the power of the
pence—that is, the power of the people—to
provide for and to sustain their religious services.
The Rev. Marmaduke Miller, in a letter
to the Nonconformist for May 17th, 1871,
shows that the various associations in England
bearing Wesley's name, and practically
working out his ideas, hold and provide sittings
for 3,500,000 people; they represent
the membership of 624,453 persons; the
number of settled ministers is 3,137, and
local preachers 41,456, while the Sabbath-schools
represent 1,162,423, and the teachers
197,163. What a representation of the
amazing numbers of those who call Wesley
father! The rules of the Methodist polity,
then, were devised in no insolent spirit;
wisely, or unwisely, they were framed for the
conservation of order. Mr. Wesley's object
in them was certainly not ecclesiastical, as he
says again, 'I have no more right to object
to a man for holding a different opinion from
me than I have to differ from a man because
he wears a wig and I wear my own hair;
but if he takes his wig off, and begins to
shake the powder about my eyes, I shall consider
it my duty to get quit of him as soon
as possible.' One cannot but think what
might have been, had Hildebrand been such
a man as Wesley; what might the Church
of England have been had Whitgift or Laud
held views so broad and tolerant as these.
In effect, his polity said, 'Come amongst us,
and we will seek to do each other good; join
some other communion, the Lord be with
you; but if you attach yourself voluntarily
to our society, you accept the conditions of
the society.'
The Wesleyans constitute the largest denomination
in the United States, in the form
of the Methodist Episcopal Church founded
by the venerable Asbury, the friend and
early disciple of John Wesley, and a man
baptized into a like spirit of indomitable endurance,
and ardent, untiring energy. But
it may be questioned whether this should be
regarded as a development of Wesleyanism,
or a departure from Wesley's idea of Church
government. Certainly much depends upon
what we find implied in the designation of
bishop. The Wesleyan bishop in England
is called a 'superintendent;' from a Methodist's
point of view the terms are almost
convertible and synonymous, and we have
little doubt that superintendent is the realization
of the Scriptural idea of the bishop—a
pastor, shepherd, or overseer. More than
this Wesley did not desire his ministers to
be. Had he great prescience? Was it a
far-sighted sagacity which characterized his
mind? Acutely he saw the present want,
and met it. Probably he never realized the
wholly independent attitude his followers
would assume in the future; and, like the
constitution of England, so the constitution
of his society grew beneath his eye; he
scarcely, therefore, made provisions to meet
the demands of an independent Church, or
community. He was perpetually engaged
in furnishing expedients; his ideas never
seemed to rise beyond, or to sink deeper
than the present work of evangelizing the
multitude, and keeping them awake, and intent
on the desire for salvation. Hence he
was utterly opposed to a permanent pastorate;
his ministers were to be perpetually
moving; to some desires expressed to himself
for a longer residence, or more continued
ministration of some of his preachers,
he gave his most decided negative. It
is a matter still of serious dispute between
the Wesleyan and other Church polities,
whether for the health, growth, and well-being
of the individual Church, the permanent
pastorate or the itinerant ministry may
be regarded as best. There is something to
be said on either side. We can have no
doubt that the Wesleyan polity, while it
may minister something to the life of
Churches, and give a pleasant variety, must
be a barrier to the accumulation of learning,
and what is more precious of pastoral influence;
and that it offers a strong inducement
to intellectual indolence, to lean upon
old resources rather than to go on exploring
new and fresh fields. The Wesleyan polity
almost denies to the minister the position of
the pastor. The true pastor of each separate
little cluster in a society is the class
leader; he permanently resides in the town
or village; he is familiar with the conversions,
the experiences, the joys and sorrows
of each member of the little flock. Wesley
even went so far as to interdict the presence
of his ministers in the classes; and the minister
is still, we believe, as a rule, only occasionally
present for the purpose of distributing
the quarterly tickets. But the immediate
followers of Wesley have now elaborated
what they regard, and even term, an
ecclesiastical constitution. Its government
is regulated by laws sharply cut and defined
for every emergency; they have their Blackstone,
and Coke upon Lyttleton, and probably
Mr. Wesley himself would be somewhat
amazed to find such a framework of polity
as the handbook of Methodist ecclesiastical
law, in Edmund Grindrod's 'Compendium
of the Laws and Regulations of Wesleyan
Methodism.' This defines its 'ecclesiastical
courts,' 'powers of the Conference,' of 'district
meetings,' of 'local courts,' of the 'committee
of privileges,' and the nature of all
its committees and institutions. Wesleyan
Methodism in England, indeed, may be defined
as a constitutional republic, but of the
oligarchic order of Venice or Florence. Its
polity constitutes a civil rather than a spiritual
despotism, but it reminds us that men
are not much interested in the government
of the Church of their adoption, and that
Church consciousness is very independent of
Ecclesiastical organization.
Yet the entire polity of Wesley was popular,
and few religions communities have so
successfully cultivated the spirit infused into
it; it was intended to meet the religious instincts
of the uncared for multitudes. Certain
words of Wesley illustrate this;—a new
chapel was in the course of erection at
Blackburn; Wesley was taken to see it. 'I
have a favour to ask,' he said; 'let there be
no pews in the body of this chapel, except
one for the leading singers; be sure to make
accommodation for the poor, they are God's
building materials in the erection of His
Church; the rich make good scaffolding, but
bad materials.' 'Observe,' he said again to
his preachers, 'it is not your business to
preach so many times, and to take care of
this or that society, but to save as many souls
as you can, to bring as many sinners as you
possibly can to repentance, and, with all
your power, to build them up in that holiness,
without which they cannot see the
Lord.' He knew that preaching needs to be
succeeded by personal intercourse; hence he
says in visiting Colchester;—'By repeated
experiments we learn that though a man
preach like an angel, he will neither collect,
nor preserve a society which is collected,
without visiting them from house to house.'
And this is the key to that comprehensive
and all-permeating spirit which constitutes
the idea of Methodism, at once its danger as
well as its defence; to become a Methodist
of Wesley's order was to be, and is to be,
looked up, and looked after, and overlooked.
It must be admitted that the system which
is so vigorously and watchfully organized,
does not leave much opportunity for the
mind and soul to grow: the tutoring and
training hearts and minds to walk alone is a
profound study. Nothing of this is contemplated
in the Wesleyan system; freedom of
thought has not usually fared well in the
society; minds are too closely interlocked
and riveted, frequently not only with other,
but with inferior minds. It is therefore a
community for the poor and the uneducated,
or it is nothing; and if it is not like the
Romish system, dangerous by the possession
of an audacious hierarchy, it must be admitted
that it may become so in virtue of a
system of spiritual espionage scarcely less
effective than the confessional.
Did John Wesley know human nature?
Judging from the effects which have followed
his marvellous course, it would seem so;
and if severe in discipline, and intolerant to
human infirmities by his system, he was most
tender and merciful, even to the aberrations
and stumblings of believers themselves. He
insisted on punctilious obedience to his
rules, but it was easy to him to forgive all
personal injustice to himself; sometimes it
seems almost as if he were even unable to
feel injuries, and probably this was greatly
the case: his 'place was on high, his defence
the munition of rocks,' and no soul ever
seems to have been more securely shielded
in 'the pavilion,' where spirits are kept 'in
secret from the strife of tongues.' The
wicked woman who was his wife, stole a
number of his letters, interpolated parts,
and misrendered certain expressions; and,
having been guilty at once of theft and forgery,
she, in conjunction with some of his
enemies, published them. It led to venomous
and embittered language in the newspapers
concerning them. His brother,
Charles Wesley, was in the utmost consternation:
he went off to Wesley, imploring
him to postpone a journey he was on the eve
of taking, that he might stay in London and
defend himself against his enemies. He
found his brother as calm as he was excited:
'I shall never forget,' says Miss Wesley, the
daughter of Charles, 'the manner in which my
father accosted my mother on his return home.
"My brother," said he, "is, indeed, an extraordinary
man; I placed before him the importance
of the character of a minister, and the
evil consequences which might result from his
indifference to it, and urged him by every relative
and public motive to answer for himself
and stop the publication. His reply was,
Brother, when I devoted to God my ease, my
time, my life, did I except my reputation? No,
tell Sally (Charles's wife) I will take her to
Canterbury to-morrow."'
Glorious John had to live down many worse
persecutions than this. Ordinarily, his calm
was imperturbable; and yet, divine as this
often seems, it often, too, seems related to a
side of character which almost indicates a
defect in human nature. It has been alleged
against him that he was thoroughly ignorant
of the nature of children, 'Break their
wills betimes,' he says; 'begin this work before
they can run alone, before they can
speak plain, perhaps before they can speak
at all.' The method he adopted at Kingswood
school was an illustration of this entire
ignorance of the child's nature. It was not
so much a school as a monastery, its rules
were more stringent and hard than those of a
workhouse. It is no wonder that it did not
succeed, and that the whole system of the
school had to undergo an entire modification.
That Wesley's design and idea in
founding the Kingswood school was benevolent,
wise, and prescient, there can be no
doubt, as also that the diet was sufficient and
good; nor can exception be taken to the
rule that the children should go to bed at
eight, and sleep on hard mattresses; but to
rise at four in the morning! and spend their
time until five in reading, singing, meditation
and prayer! no play-day and no play-hour
permitted, on the ground that 'he who
plays when he is a child, will play when he
becomes a man!' When we read of such
an arrangement made for children, the question
recurs, did Wesley know human nature?
Or if such a constitution might be suitable
to the human nature of monks and ascetic
saints, what knowledge does it exhibit of the
child's heart? We like better to read an
anecdote told of him when at the age of
seventy-three—about the period when the
letters alluded to were published. At Midsomer
Norton, when preaching in the parish
church he was staying at the house of a Mr.
Bush, who kept a boarding-school. While
he was there, two of the boys quarrelled,
cuffed and kicked each other vigorously.
Mrs. Bush brought the pugilists to Wesley.
He talked to them and repeated the lines—
'Birds in their little nests agree,
And 'tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.'
'You must be reconciled,' said he; 'go and
shake hands with each other,' and they did
so. He continued, 'Put your arms around
each other's neck, and kiss each other;' and
this was also done. 'Now,' he said, 'come
to me,' and taking two pieces of bread and
butter he folded them together, and desired
each to take a part. 'Now,' he said, 'you
have broken bread together.' Then he
put his hands upon their heads and blessed
them. The two tigers were turned into loving
lambs. They never forgot the old man's
blessing, and one of them, who became a
magistrate in Berkshire, related the beautiful
incident in long afterdays. We love to
note those pleasant little incidents in the
man's life, and there are many such. A
thousand anecdotes are told of his benevolence
and goodness, and if his life should
ever be adequately written, they will form a
more entertaining regalia of majesty, than
we know in the life of any one of the fathers
of the Church.
We are not writing a life of Wesley;
we leave unnoticed, therefore, his more
secret and sacred history. We have no
space to devote to the romance of Grace
Murray. She was the light of the prophet's
eyes; he proposed to her in marriage, and
was gratefully accepted. We read the story
from a very different point of view to Mr. Tyerman,
and have little doubt that Grace sacrificed
her own feelings to the vehement
anger and interference of Charles Wesley,
to the welfare of her lover, and to the interests
of the society. Wesley beautifully,
affectionately, and ingenuously said, 'the
origin of the object of his affections was no
objection to him; he regarded not her birth,
but her qualifications. She was remarkably
neat, frugal, and not sordid; had a large
amount of common sense, was indefatigably
patient, and inexpressibly tender; quick,
cleanly, and skilful; of an engaging behaviour,
and of a mild, sprightly, and yet serious
temper; and that her gifts for usefulness
were such as he had never seen equalled.'
He concluded, 'I have Scriptural reasons to
marry, I know no person so proper as this.'
But the union was not to be. If we followed
implicitly the authority of Mr. Tyerman, we
should express an opinion adverse to Grace;
but we prefer to ask whether such a woman
as she seems to have been was not moved
to the step she took by the highest considerations,
moved by persuasions, by the
tempest she was raising in the societies, and
by the not very saintly conduct of Charles
Wesley, who is described in this matter—very
well it seems to us—by Mr. Tyerman,
'as a sincere, but irritated, impetuous, and
officious friend.' Be this as it may, Wesley
met her to say farewell. He kissed her and
said, 'Grace Murray, you have broken my
heart.' A week or two after she was married.
The two never met again for thirty-nine
years. She long out-lived her husband;
and when in London she came to hear her
son preach in Moorfields, she met her venerable
lover—lover still apparently, for the
interview is described as very affecting.
Henceforth they saw each other no more,
and Wesley never again mentioned her
name. In the whole transaction, so far from
any shade falling on the memory of Wesley,
his admirers will, perhaps, be pleased to find
him so related to intense human feelings.
No doubt the marriage would have been an
unfortunate one for the society, and the
possession of such a wife as Grace Murray
would most likely have been fatal to, or at
least would have greatly interfered with, that
stupendous scheme of apostolic usefulness
which he was destined to create. Seductions
of domestic life sadly derange a prophet's
work. Through long years Grace continued
a course of Christian usefulness, and
lived and died eminently respected. She
lies in Chinly churchyard, in Derbyshire.
The lady who became the wife of Wesley
was the roughest of termagants, the plague
and pest of her husband's existence; and
she takes her place in the foremost rank of
the bad wives of eminent men, worthy to be
classed with the wedded companions of Socrates,
of Albert Durer, of George Herbert,
or Richard Hooker; she was the most vicious
vixen of them all. It may be imagined,
without doing any injustice to him, that
when his letters were stolen, interpolated,
and forged by his wife, for the purpose of
injuring his character, the grieving spirit of
the old prophet may sometimes have said,
'Grace Murray would not have done this.'
Wesley's mind was eminently administrative.
It has often been said that he had in
him much that combined the genius of
Richelieu and Loyola—the calm, iron will
and the acute eye of the one, the inventive
genius and habitual devotion of the other.
He would compare better with Washington,
or the illustrious member of the Wesley
family of our own age, Wellington. His
mind was eminently healthy, and may be
said to have been always awake, ceaseless in
activity, sleepless in vigilance. He intermeddled
with all knowledge in many languages,
and he compiled and published
libraries. He appears to have been almost
wholly indifferent to food; in sleep he was
sparing; his frame was very small, and if
this appeared to be a reason against his
popular impressiveness as a preacher, it was
a means of his amazing agility. Look at
the remarkable likeness of the man prefixed
to the work of Isaac Taylor; it has been
likened to a shrivelled monk of the order of
La Trappe, a face in which sharpness and
serenity strive for the dominion of the features,
the dark hawk-eyed intelligence with
the bland smile. The principles which illustrate
Wesley's character, and testify, not
merely his greatness, but how it happened
that he achieved so much, may be well presented
in some of those brief axioms which
do in fact, as we read the multitudinous
events of his long career, exhibit the pivots
upon which his life turned. 'I dare no
more fret than curse or swear.' 'I reverence
the young because they may be useful when
I am dead.' 'You have no need to be in a
hurry,' said a friend. 'Hurry?' he replied;
'I have no time to be in a hurry.' 'The
soul and the body,' he writes, in a characteristic
letter insisting on the observance of
discipline in his society—'The soul and the
body make a man; the spirit and the discipline
make a Christian.' 'Let us work now,
we shall rest by and by.' Such sentences
exhibit the secret of his ubiquitous activity
and his power; and such characters are
usually cheerful. A glow of quiet, kindly
humour often lightened his speech, sometimes
sharpening into quiet satire. Many anecdotes
illustrate both these attributes.
At eighty he appeared to have the sprightliness
of youth, and moved about like a flying
evangelist. Although so clear-sighted a
man, he was too great by far for the epithet
'shrewd.' If people who make mistakes in
judging of character because of their own
want of judgment become suspicious, the
fault is chiefly theirs. Wesley was seldom
mistaken in his judgment of particular persons;
Charles was often mistaken. Wesley
himself says, 'My brother suspects everybody,
and he is continually imposed upon;
but I suspect nobody, and I am never imposed
upon.' Again and again we are reminded
how much he lived in an atmosphere
of continual quiet. 'I do not remember,'
said the happy old man, when at the
age of seventy-seven, 'I do not remember to
have felt lowness of spirits for one quarter
of an hour since I was born.' Of course it
is to be presumed he means that causeless
depression which is usually the result of indolence.
At the age of eighty-six he writes,
'Saturday, March 21st, I had a day of rest,
only preaching morning and evening.' We
have seen that in his first days he was not a
radiant and cheerful man; but through his
long sunset we know not where to find such
another instance of active spiritual brightness.
He was a serenely happy old man.
Sometimes he seems to us as if incapable of
the feeling either of blame or praise, contempt
or homage. There was great strength,
as there ever is, in his clearness and stillness
of spirit. Genius is so vague an epithet and
quality that we know not how either to apply
it to him or to deny it; but so far as it represents
soul and imagination, great breadth
and depth and height of soul or feeling, it
was certainly denied him. On the other
hand, he had a judgment most clear, an apprehension
most quick and vivid, and an
enthusiasm as little tainted by fanaticism as
any great Christian leader since the days of
the apostle Paul. Reformer as he was, he
was essentially conservative.
As is usual in most religious orders, Popish
or Protestant, his spirit has survived in
his society, and the shadow of Wesley falls
wide and far. He lived through amazing
changes of opinion with reference to himself,
and before he died, from being one of the
most abused and execrated of men, he certainly
was one of the most revered. No foe
had been more rancorous and unjust than
Lavington, Bishop of Exeter; Wesley lived
to unite with him in the ordinance of the
Lord's Supper in his own cathedral. He
writes, with no bitterness of the man who
had with such bitter ribaldry abused him,
'I was well pleased to partake of the Lord's
Supper, with my old opponent, Bishop Lavington.
Oh! may we sit together in the
kingdom of our Father.' At Lewisham he
dined with the eminent Dr. Lowth, Bishop
of London. On proceeding to dinner the
Bishop refused to sit above Wesley at the
table, saying, 'Mr. Wesley, may I be found
at your feet in another world.' Wesley objected
to take the seat of precedence; but
the learned prelate obviated the difficulty by
requesting as a favour that Wesley would sit
above him because his hearing was defective,
and he desired not to lose a sentence of
Wesley's conversation. It is known that the
king had a great respect for him; and it is
to this most probably Wesley refers, when
writing to one of his preachers, advising him
to stand his ground against the vehement
opposition of the Bishop of the Isle of Man,
he says, 'I know pretty well the mind of
Lord Mansfield, and of one that is greater
than he.' In his latter days his movements
to and fro in the country became ovations;
not merely did thousands gather to hear
him preach, the streets of towns were lined
to look upon him, and the windows were
thronged as he passed along. While in
Yorkshire, we read of cavalcades of horses
and carriages formed to receive and escort
him on the way. At Redruth, as he preached
in the market place, the congregation not
only filled the windows, but sat on the tops
of the houses. Assuredly, as often as he
had been 'persecuted, he was not forsaken;'
he did not die of Crucifixion, but he felt no
elation of spirit, and we see him still the
same man that he had been in the widely
different circumstances of cruel and unjust
misrepresentation.
It is wonderful to think that at nearly
ninety years of age he could continue to
make any effort to preach, but he did so, and
he continued as a tower of strength to the
companies he had formed and called together.
But he outlived most of his early contemporaries,
friends and foes. He stood in the
pulpit of St. Giles's, in London; he had
preached there fifty years before, prior to
his departure for America. 'Are they not
passed as a watch in the night?' he writes.
Old families that used to entertain him had
passed away. 'Their houses,' says he, 'know
neither me nor them any more.' His later
letters show that fervid sentiment for woman
known only to loftiest minds and hearts;
this again is entwined with beautiful simple
regards for children. When he ascended
the pulpit of Raithby Church, where he was
often allowed to preach, a child sat in his
way on the stairs, he took it in his arms and
kissed it, and placed it tenderly on the same
spot. Crabb Robinson heard him at Colchester,
he was then eighty-seven, on each
side of him stood a minister supporting him;
his feeble voice was barely audible. Robinson,
then a boy, destined to enter into his
ninety-second year, says, 'It formed a picture
never to be forgotten.' He goes on to say,
'It went to the heart, and I never saw anything
like it in after life.' Three days after
he preached at Lowestoft, and there he had
another distinguished hearer, the poet
Crabbe. Here, also, he was supported into
the pulpit by a minister on either side; but
what really touched the poet naturally and
deeply, was Wesley's adaptation and appropriation
of some lines of Anacreon. The
poet speaks of his reverent appearance, his
cheerful air, and the beautiful cadence with
which he repeated the lines:—
'Oft am I by women told,
Poor Anacreon, thou grow'st old;
See, thine hairs are falling all,
Poor Anacreon, how they fall.
Whether I grow old or no,
By these signs I do not know,
By this I need not to be told,
"Tis time to live if I grow old."'
In 1790 he gave up keeping his accounts;
his last entry—exceedingly difficult to decipher—is
characteristic: 'For upwards of
eighty-six years (meaning, of course, rather,
sixty-eight, i. e., since he came to have money
of his own) I have kept my accounts exactly.
I will not attempt it any longer, being satisfied
with the continual conviction that I save
all I can, and give all I can; that is, all I
have. July 16, 1790.' His benevolence
indeed was excessive; and Samuel Bradburn
says, 'He never relieved poor people in the
street but he either took off or removed his
hat to them when they thanked him.'
The story of the old man's approach towards
the gates of the celestial city is very
beautiful, and has often been told. His last
sermons are certainly among his best; the
last sermon he printed, on 'Faith the evidence
of things not seen,' was the last he
ever wrote, and was finished only six weeks
before his death. It shows how his mind
sustained the altitude of highest power when
bordering upon ninety years of age; it shows
also how the dear old man was preening his
wings for a speedy flight. We suppose the
last letter he wrote was to William Wilberforce,
on the abolition of slavery—short, but
full of strength—giving to the apostle of
freedom his benediction. 'If God be for
you,' he writes, 'who can be against, you?
O! be not weary in well doing! Go on, in
the name of God, and in the power of His
might!'
It was in the City-road that exhausted nature
gave way, unable to bear any more.
And what a death it was! He was, indeed,
several days in dying, but there was no pain,
only exhaustion; in his wanderings he was
preaching or attending classes, and singing
snatches from some of his brother's, and from
Watts's hymns; but he was half in heaven
before he left the earth. His last strain of
song was—
'To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Who sweetly all agree;'
but his voice failed, and gasping for breath
he said, 'Now we have done, let us go!'
Friends crowded round his bed, and amidst
their words of comfort and love he was passing
away. There was no conflict; only once
he rose, and in a tone almost supernatural,
exclaimed, 'The best of all is God is with
us!' His brother's widow tenderly ministered
to him; he tried to kiss her, saying,
'He giveth his servants rest!' Then he repeated
his thanksgiving, 'We thank thee, O
God, for these and all Thy mercies; bless
the Church and King, and grant us truth
and peace, through Jesus Christ our Lord,
for ever and ever.' He paused a little; then
he cried, 'The clouds drop fatness!' Then
another pause, 'The Lord of Hosts is with
us, the God of Jacob is our refuge!' Eleven
persons were standing round his bed as he
said 'Farewell,' his last word, at ten o'clock,
Wednesday, March 2nd, 1791. 'Children,'
said John Wesley's mother, 'as soon as I am
dead, sing a song of praise!' As soon as
Wesley died, his friends round his dead
body raised their voices in a hymn, then
knelt down and prayed. He was buried behind
the chapel in the City-road, on the 9th
of March. So great was the excitement
created by his death, that he was buried at
five o'clock in the morning; before this he had
been laid in a kind of state. Thus Samuel
Rogers, the poet, saw him. He says, 'As I
was walking home one day from my father's
bank, I observed a great crowd of people
streaming into a chapel in the City-road. I
followed them; and saw laid out upon a
table the dead body of a clergyman in full
canonicals, his grey hair partly shading his
face on both sides, and his flesh resembling
wax. It was the corpse of John Wesley,
and the crowd moved slowly and silently
round and round the table, to take a last
look at that most venerable man.'
John Wesley appears to have been one of
the most faultless of mortals: some of his
followers claim for him a rank little short of
perfection; and certainly few for whom such
a claim is made, could sustain it so well.
He nevertheless commands high admiration
rather than passionate affection. The sapling
he planted has struck its roots far and
wide, still true to the spirit of its illustrious
planter, his work has resulted in a great organization,
rather than in a great soul. We
have seen that the proportions of Wesleyanism
in America are much more magnificent
than in England. English Wesleyanism
has narrowed its boundaries by making the
sermons of its founder its legal creed; it
is not so in America, there the Methodists
have accepted his fundamental idea, while
they have given room and verge enough for
the soul to grow. Sometimes, beyond all
question, Wesley himself was occupied by
the consideration of the shape and the attitude
his gigantic society would assume in
future years; but he writes distinctly—'I
do not, I will not, concern myself with what
will be done when I am dead; I take no
thought about that.' His was an ever-growing,
keenly penetrating, and widely observant mind,
and we cannot but think that he
would have so modified his organization and
adapted his discipline, that the immense institution
he founded would have been saved
from many of its ruptures and schisms, and
have comprehended a still more extensive
operation than it acknowledges at present.
We have no space to enter into a comparison
between American and English Wesleyanism;
enough that the transatlantic child
has far outstripped the English parent. In
England, indeed, several powerful offshoots,
all, it seems to us, comprehensible within
Wesley's own idea, have divided the field of
labour, which he, perhaps, would have occupied
by his organization alone. But what
a variety of sects regard him as their father:
the Primitive Methodists, the Bible Christians,
the Wesleyan Association, the New
Connexion, and the Free Methodists; so
that, regarding the immense Church of
America, the old Conference of England,
and all its offshoots, it is not too much to say
that no single man, in the history of the
Church has ever been the father of such a
progeny, so many are those who in their
temple and services are anxious that the
'shadow of "Wesley" passing may overshadow
some of them.' In some particulars,
although its numerical strength has ever
gone on increasing, Wesleyanism has not
grown since the days of its founder. Creating
such a hymnology as that of Charles
Wesley, the glory and beauty of Methodism,
we do not know that since his time it has
ever written a single hymn which has become
the darling and the property of the
Church. It has produced in England few
Christian poets, no great hymn writers; certainly
none to take place by the side of the
lyrists of its early days. It was born in
missionary fervour, and baptized into the
missionary spirit; it has performed abroad
a good and admirable work. To it greatly
it is due that the Fiji Islanders, a race of
cannibals, have ceased from their horrible
manners and customs, and have approached
the confines of civilization; but Wesleyanism
has produced no great missionaries,
and boasts of no vast achievements like those
which are the heraldry of some it would be
easy to name. It has no literature; it has
done nothing for philosophy, with perhaps
the exception of the metaphysical shoemaker,
Samuel Drew; with the single exception
of Richard Watson it has done
nothing in scientific theology; here and
there scholarly men like the learned Adam
Clarke, Spence Hardy, or the recently departed
Etheridge, meet us, but the history
of the literature of Methodism would present
only a poor scroll. There must be
some reason for this, although we are not
now disposed to inquire where it is to be
found; we simply state a fact. Nor do
those who are the immediate followers of
Wesley occupy the fields of labour Wesley
prescribed; we apprehend that Primitive
Methodists and Bible Christians would receive
the venerable Wesley's special benediction,
and be regarded by him as carrying
forward most efficiently his labours and intentions.
Perhaps, if it were possible for
the English Conference to adopt some of
the principles of the American Conference,
this great religious corporation might soon
enlarge its field and sphere, so that even
Wesley himself might seem to be the subject
of a mighty resurrection.
As time advances, the point of view
changes from whence a great man may be
most distinctly seen; as the trees are removed
which interfered with the prospect, so
prejudices which prevented due appreciation
are modified. If the subsequent ages do
not substantially alter their verdict, yet so
much is added to, or subtracted from impressions,
either by a larger catholicity of
judgment or by the accumulation of additional
facts, that new portraits and fresh and
more accurate appreciations are demanded.
Ours has been called especially the age of
resurrections: beyond all former times it is
the age in which men have industriously
'garnished the sepulchres of the prophets,'
and Wesley's tomb has not been suffered to
fall into ruin; many a loving Old Mortality
re-cuts his name on the stone; and recently,
especially, many able hands have set themselves
to the task of faithful and admiring
delineation of the features of the man and his
work. Miss Wedgewood's interesting little
volume, if founded upon no additional information,
shows the growing disposition in
members of other Churches to do him substantial
justice. As a history of the great
evangelical reaction and revival, her work is
inadequate, and we question very much
whether she has qualified herself, either by
sufficient sympathy or sufficient knowledge,
to fulfil the requirements of the larger and
more comprehensive title of her work. Mr.
Tyerman's volumes constitute by far the
most exhaustive, as they are certainly the
bulkiest, and from many points of view, the
most interesting of the lives of Wesley. He
has industriously ferreted out and brought
together a great deal of unpublished or unconnected
material, although much material
to which he might have found access still
remains unexamined, acquaintance with
which would probably have modified some
of his judgments. The author does not aim
at any remarkable melody of style, philosophic
disquisition, or even personal portraiture;
his work is simply an Index Rerum
about Wesley. Mr. Tyerman's judgment
is usually characterized by great clearness
and good sense; his pen seems to be always
governed by the desire to be fair and impartial,
and for the first time our libraries receive
a full and comprehensive memoir of
the great religious teacher and ecclesiastical
statesman, of a life as transcendently above
ordinary lives in its incessant and immeasureable
activity, as it was protracted beyond
them in its period of service. We suppose
that those readers who desire a philosophy
of Methodism, will still turn to the pages of
Isaac Taylor; and those who desire to read
a charming story, will still find most refreshment
in the pages of Robert Southey, or in
the more recent glowing collection of anecdotes
in Dr. Stevens's 'History of Methodism.'
Art. VII.—Mr. Darwin on the Origin of
Man.
(1.) The Descent of Man and Selection in
relation to Sex. By Charles Darwin,
M.A., F.R.S., &c. 2 vols. John Murray.
(2.) On the Genesis of Species. By St.
George Mivart, F.R.S. Macmillan.
The mode of the origin of man is a question
of such momentous interest to intelligent
men that it is not easy to handle it with
calm philosophical indifference, or to discuss
it dispassionately. It is true, we have been
informed that the conclusions concerning
man's evolution which have been lately
taught far and wide are not opposed to religion,
but we have not been favoured with
the tenets of that religion to which an evolutionist
may, without inconsistency, subscribe.
We have even been assured that evolution
presents us with a most noble view of
the Great Creator, who endowed living matter
with the capacity of change, and subjected
it to natural laws; that it admits the
necessity of a directing, intelligent will, and
refers all the phenomena of the universe to
God. But those who have recorded this
remarkable discovery have not been careful
to make known to us the attributes of that
Deity in whom they trust; and they express
themselves in a manner that is rather vague
concerning the limits imposed upon His
power, His will, and His government by
what they call natural law.
The hypothesis of evolution, it has been
said, does not touch the question of the origin
of life, for evolution is supposed to begin
to operate only after that mysterious, if not
miraculous phenomenon has been completed.
Our readers should, however, remember that
quite recently Sir W. Thomson has relegated
to a sphere long since shattered, the birth of
the first living spark which peopled this
earth, and thus we are released from the
difficulty of framing an hypothesis to account
for the first particle that lived. But
a third class of evolutionists professes to be
able to trace the actual origin of the living
from non-living matter, and even maintains
that a series of insensible gradations has
been established between the inanimate and
the living.
These are some of the considerations
which are agitating men's minds in the days
in which we live; and Mr. Darwin, in his
last work, has clearly defined the conclusions
concerning man's origin which, as he maintains,
we are compelled by the facts of nature
to accept, though he does not indicate,
and indeed seems supremely unconscious of
the tremendous nature of the issues raised
by his philosophic teaching. 'I am aware,'
says Mr. Darwin, 'that the conclusions arrived
at in this work will be denounced by
some as highly irreligious;' but he himself
has failed to discover anything irreligious in
the view he has taken. It is, however, very
difficult to form a correct estimate of this
opinion in the absence of any explanation
of the meaning which Mr. Darwin attaches
to the terms, religion and irreligion. The
religious views of those who regard man as
a being distinct and altogether apart from
brute animals must needs be different from
the religious views of those who look upon
him as a mere animal, though it is possible
that the latter conclusion may not conflict
with religious beliefs of some kind or other.
We should not have ventured to offer
these remarks upon the religious aspect of
the question had it not been adverted to,
and, as we think, quite unnecessarily, by
Mr. Darwin himself; our main object in
this article being to consider the scientific
question from the scientific side.
That man began to be in a very remote
past is now freely admitted by all; but this
is perhaps the only one of the many propositions
advanced in connection with man's
origin that will be accepted by different authorities
who have considered the question
from different points of view.
Not a few persons still accept the ancient
tradition, and up to this very time maintain,
that the idea that man sprang as man direct
from the hands of his God remains unshaken,
and that the evidence advanced in favour of
more recent interferences is not only incomplete,
but vague, fragmentary, uncertain, and
unconvincing. But while it must be admitted
that the majority of scientific men who have
studied the subject are agreed in the conclusion,
that science can point to no fact at all
conclusive in favour of the idea of the direct
creation of man from the dust of the ground,
it is by no means so certain that the scientific
evidence advanced in favour of very different
inferences is more convincing, or as worthy
of acceptance as their enthusiastic advocates
would have us believe. It cannot be too
often clearly stated that the whole spirit of
science demands that scientific conclusions
should rest upon the evidence of facts, and
upon facts alone. Evidence advanced by
the scientific observer must be evidence
which can be adduced over and over again;
evidence which will bear to be examined and
re-examined in its minutest particulars and
with the utmost care. Nothing is to be
taken on trust by the man who would advance
real knowledge, and he who endeavours
to convince an audience of the truth
of some new scientific conjecture, by telling
it that no other explanation can be advanced
than the particular one that he offers, is true
neither to science nor to himself. It is his
business to produce evidence, not to try to
force his own conviction on other minds,
and he should most scrupulously avoid
phrases which partake more of the character
of threats than arguments. 'Accept this
view, or I shall regard you as unreasonable,
and consider you a savage,' is the language
of a member of an intellectual prize-ring rather
than that of a calm, dispassionate investigator
of nature, searching after the truth
for truth's sake.
Into recent discussions concerning the origin
of man, much extraneous matter has
been imported, and in many articles acrimonious
remarks have unfortunately been introduced
for which little excuse can be offered;
but it appears to us impossible to
deny that the conclusion we arrive at concerning
the origin of man may, and probably
must seriously affect our views concerning
the nature of our relation to Deity, and
our belief in a future state; but it is surely
premature to allow our convictions to be
greatly disturbed by such considerations, for
it is doubtful whether we are yet in possession
of sufficient knowledge to enable us to
deduce any definite conclusion upon this
most difficult question. Men who call themselves
philosophical and scientific may laugh
at what they call the legends concerning
man's origin, which are received as truths
by the unscientific; but much will have to
be added to the evidence already existing in
favour of the arboreal habits of our ancestors,
before the notion will be generally accepted
as worthy of serious belief, or as entirely
free from ludicrousness. The reader
of science in these days must be careful not
to mistake conjectural propositions, however
ingeniously expressed, for established scientific
demonstrations.
Our acceptance or rejection of Mr. Darwin's
views regarding the descent of man
will be mainly determined by the conclusions
we have been led to adopt concerning his
doctrine of the formation of different species
of animals by natural selection. The writer
of this article, disagreeing, as he does, entirely,
with the views adopted by Mr. Darwin's
opponents, would be quite ready to concede
the doctrine of the descent of man from a
lower form if he felt convinced that the evidence
adduced was sufficient to prove that
even a few of the lower animals and plants
had resulted by development from lower
forms. He is well aware that, both here
and on the Continent, many scientific authorities
accept the doctrine of natural selection
as applied to plants and animals, but
hold that as regards man the evidence, is altogether
inconclusive. Mr. Darwin evidently
wishes his readers to accept upon faith
the dictum that it has really been positively
demonstrated that all species of the inferior
animals have been evolved from some lower
beings, for he uses this as an inferential argument
in favour of the doctrine that man,
'like every other species,' has descended from
pre-existing forms.
We shall not therefore argue, as has often
been done, that although natural selection
may be true as applied to animals, it is not
correct as regards man, but shall concede
this point, and admit that, if it could be
proved that dissimilar animals had descended
from a common progenitor, we might believe
that man's body has been formed in
the same way. But we dispute the evidence
hitherto advanced to prove that even plants
as much alike or unlike as the rose and the
thistle have descended from a common
plant; and we doubt if sufficient time has
elapsed for effecting the requisite changes in
the very gradual manner in which the hypothesis
assumes that they have occurred.
A great array of facts are marshalled before
the reader, in order to produce the impression
that the foregone conclusion really
rests upon a very firm foundation; but it is
remarkable how frequently hypothetical inferences
are made to do duty for inductive
arguments. Thus Mr. Darwin assumes that
because man, like the lower animals, is subject
to malconformations, arrested development,
or reduplication of parts, his origin must
have been like theirs. It is, however, obvious
that such an argument begs the question
at issue. It is clearly possible that man's
body might agree with the bodies of the
lower animals in these and many other
points, and yet be formed upon altogether
different principles; while man and animals
might be alike in these points, without either
having been derived as Mr. Darwin supposes.
Again, it seemed scarcely necessary to repeat
the affirmation that there was much in common
between the bodily structure of man
and animals, because everyone who has
studied the matter ever so carelessly freely
admits that there is, and every child would
acknowledge the fact from his own observation.
What Mr. Darwin desires us to believe
is, that this similarity in structure is
due to community of origin; but this is a
very different thing. The fact must be accepted,
but the proposed explanation of the
fact is, after all, only an assertion. It has
been audaciously said that Mr. Darwin's explanation
ought to be accepted as true if no
more probable explanation be advanced; but
surely this is to mistake altogether the object
of scientific inquiry; for it by no means
follows that an improbable hypothesis ought
to be accepted and taught as true, because
its opponents are unable or unwilling to propose
a new hypothesis several degrees less
improbable. The question for us to determine,
is simply how far the arguments advanced
by Mr. Darwin justify the conclusion
at which he has arrived; and it is not good
reasoning to argue that, because the bodily
structure of man resembles that of animals,
and the bodily structures of animals resemble
one another, therefore all have community
of origin; for it is clear that there may
be some very different explanation of these
facts which cannot be discovered, nor will
be until we possess more knowledge of them.
We may accept as a fact the well known
general resemblance between the tissues of
different animals and the tissues of man and
animals, but we may deny that this resemblance
is sufficiently close to ground upon it
the doctrine that all tissues have been derived
from a common ancestral tissue-forming substance.
We quite agree with Mr. Darwin,
that 'man is constructed on the same general
type or model with other mammals,' but
we fail to see in this an argument for the
doctrine that he and they have a common
origin.
If, however, the tissues, blood, and secretions
of man were like those of animals, that
is, if they could not be distinguished from
the latter in ultimate structure and chemical
composition and properties, we should be
quite ready to accept Mr. Darwin's conclusion;
and not a few of Mr. Darwin's readers
will imagine that such is really the case, for
the language employed almost implies that
a very exact likeness has been proved to exist.
Mr. Darwin has, however, been careful so to
express himself as to lead his readers to
adopt the inference he desires, without laying
himself open to the charge of undue
persuasion, while professing only to be laying
facts before their unbiassed judgment.
In truth, such enthusiasm has been stirred
up in favour of Mr. Darwin's doctrines that
the task of criticism has become unpleasant,
and it requires some courage even to offer a
hint that after all they may not turn out to
be true. And yet it is not possible for anyone
who has studied anatomical structure to
assent to many of the statements in the very
first chapter of Mr. Darwin's book. As regards
bodily structure and chemical composition,
and also minute structure of tissues,
there are points of difference between man
and animals more striking and remarkable
than the points in which resemblance may
be traced. So, too, with reference to embryonic
development, resemblance increases
the further we go back, and much more may
be proved than Mr. Darwin requires for the
support of his hypothesis. An embryo man
is not more like an embryo ape than either
is like an embryo fish. The mode of origin
and the development of every tissue in nature
are indeed alike in many particulars,
but this fact, so far from being an argument
in favour of the common parentage of any
or all, seems to indicate that all are formed
according to some general law, which nevertheless
permits the most remarkable variations,
not solely dependent upon either external
conditions or internal powers.
It has been shown that certain structural
characteristics observable to the unaided eye
are common to man and the lower animals,
and this fact has been urged in favour of
the conclusion adopted by Mr. Darwin.
Thus, great stress is laid upon the presence
of 'the little blunt point projecting from the
inwardly folded margin or helix of the ear
of man.' This is decided to be the vestige
of the formerly pointed ears of the progenitors
of our predecessors with arboreal
habits, but nothing is said in explanation of
the complete absence of rudiments of parts
which we should expect to find. And surely
there may be differences of opinion as to the
bearing of many of the facts advanced, although
Mr. Darwin affirms that their bearing
is unmistakable. The observation that, 'on
any other view, the similarity of pattern between
the hand of a man or monkey, the foot
of a horse, the flipper of a seal, the wing of
a bat, &c., is utterly inexplicable,' is not complimentary
to the ingenuity or conjectural
capacity of those who are to succeed Mr.
Darwin; but to assert that these parts have
been formed on the same ideal plan is not a
scientific explanation; it is merely to express
an opinion in a very arbitrary and rather
abrupt manner. It may be 'natural prejudice'
and it may be 'arrogance' which
leads some to demur to the conclusions deduced
by Mr. Darwin and his friends, and
the prophecy[63] at the end of his chapter may
be fulfilled, but it is at any rate premature;
while it is by no means fair to imply that
every naturalist who refuses to accept Mr.
Darwin's hypothesis believes that each mammal
and man 'was the work of a separate act
of creation.'
As is well known, there are certain diseases
which may be communicated from man
to the lower animals, or from the lower animals
to man, and Mr. Darwin tells us that
the fact 'proves (!) the close similarity of
their tissues and blood, both in minute
structure and composition.' Here, again,
in what he regards as his proof, Mr. Darwin
begs the question. Such premises afford no
justification whatever for the conclusion arrived
at, while the force of the remark
depends entirely upon the meaning attached
to the phrase 'close similarity.' We may
assert with truth that there is a very close
similarity between the blood of a rat and the
blood of a Guinea pig, and also that the
blood of the rat differs widely from that of
the Guinea pig. In the first assertion,
'close similarity' is used in a sense which
does not imply that 'widely different' is not
equally true of the statement to which it relates.
The argument adopted by Mr. Darwin
is not an argument in favour of his conclusion.
He might urge with equal force
that since bacteria grow and multiply in
many different fluids and solids, these fluids
and solids exhibit a close similarity in structure
and composition; or, conversely, it
might be held, that because certain poisons
produce very different effects upon the
nerve-tissues of different animals, therefore
the nerve-tissues of these animals must differ
widely in minute structure and chemical composition.
As regards the statements that man and
animals alike die of apoplexy, suffer from
fever, are subject to cataract, take tea, are
fond of tobacco, and the like, it is simply
astounding that Mr. Darwin should have advanced
them with the view of strengthening
his case. The circumstance almost leads us
to infer that he was not altogether unconscious
of the weakness of his own cause. He
has been over-sanguine regarding his powers
of convincing his readers of the truth of any
proposition he might think fit to advance. It
would have been more to the purpose to
have maintained that, since all mammals
have blood and blood-vessels, brains, and
nerves, it is certain that all mammals must
have had a common origin, since it is not
possible to account for the close similarity
between these tissues in any other way.
Nor is it easy to understand how the community-of-origin
hypothesis is assisted by the
fact that man and animals are infested by
parasites, seeing that the parasites are as
different from one another as are the species
which they infest, and, like the latter, are incapable
of interbreeding, and exhibit specific
distinctions of the most striking kind.
That reproduction and gestation are carried
out upon the same general plan in all
mammals is universally known, but it is
straining argument with a vengeance to advance
this in favour of their community of
origin, considering the marvellous variations
in detail which are observed in respect of
these processes in different and even in very
closely allied mammals.
The fact that man arrives at maturity more
slowly than other animals is met by Mr. Darwin
with the cautious observation that 'the
orang is believed not to be adult till the age
of from ten to fifteen years.' This is by no
means a solitary example of the very vague
observations which Mr. Darwin admits as
data upon which to ground his conclusions.
For want of more demonstrative evidence, he
is constrained to accept the loose statement
to which we have alluded; and it must be
admitted that he has displayed considerable
ingenuity in making the most of the utterly
inconclusive and sometimes unreliable material
at his disposal; but it is indeed very
remarkable that he should consider himself
in any way justified by the facts and arguments
to which he has adverted, in summing
up so very definitely and so very decidedly as
he has done on the sixth page of the first
chapter of his book. The italics in the following
sentence are our own: 'It is, in short,
scarcely possible to exaggerate the close correspondence
in general structure, in the minute
structure of the tissues, in chemical
composition, and in constitution, between
man and the higher animals, especially the
anthropomorphous apes!'
Mr. Darwin adduces another argument in
his favor from embryonic development, and
proceeds to show that at a certain period the
human embryo is very like that of the dog.
He quotes with approval the remark of Mr.
Huxley, that as regards development man is
'far nearer to apes than the apes are to the
dog;' but if we suppose the resemblance to
be far greater than is really the case, it is
difficult to see how the fact would strengthen
the hypothesis in favour of which it is advanced.
Because the embryo of a dog resembles
that of a man, therefore both were
derived from a common progenitor, seems a
very curious specimen of reasoning, and implies
the acceptance of a number of other
propositions which have been and will continue
to be disputed. We are assured that
no other explanation than the one advanced
by Mr. Darwin 'has ever been given of the
marvellous fact that the embryos of a man,
dog, seal, bat, reptile, &c., cannot at first be
distinguished from each other;' but as needs
scarcely be said, this circumstance adds no
weight to the particular explanation in question,
and does not increase the probability of
its being proved to be true at some future
day. According to Mr. Darwin, we ought
frankly to admit the force of every argument
he thinks fit to advance; but surely, before
doing so, there is no harm in examining the
facts a little more closely. And, first, it
would have been desirable to inquire whether
the resemblance was really as great as a
superficial examination by the unaided eye
seemed to indicate; next, it should have been
ascertained whether the differences between
the animal and the human embryo were not
also very considerable; in which case it
would have been necessary to inquire further
concerning the bearing of the differences
demonstrated, upon the hypothesis of the
community of origin of the several embryos,
grounded upon the likeness.
But Mr. Darwin does not tell us why
he selected one particular period of development
for demonstrating the resemblance
between the human embryo and that of the
dog. The likeness was in truth much greater
at a period still earlier than the one
selected. Nay, the fact must be known to
Mr. Darwin, that at a very early stage in development
we fail to discover, after the most
careful scrutiny, any difference between the
matter which, under certain conditions, will
become man, and that which, under certain
other conditions, will become dog, or cat,
or bird, or frog, or jelly-fish, or plant;
yet it would be monstrous to assert that
apparent likeness was real identity. It is
only during the later stages of development,
as Mr. Huxley affirms, and as has been
well known for fifty years or more, that 'the
young human being presents marked differences
from the young ape.' But why is the
reader not told that at a very early period of
development these embryos are not only like
one another, but could not by any means at
our disposal be distinguished from each
other or from any other form of embryo
matter in nature? The results of the act of
living in the two cases are very different, but
the living matter itself seems to be nearly
identical. The material out of which man
is evolved is perhaps exactly like that from
which every other vertebrate living being
proceeds, and it does not differ in any ascertained
points from that from which the
most destructive morbid growths may be developed.
Here, then, is an argument for the
community of origin of everything in nature.
Not only is man's brain developed like the
dog's brain, but the matter in which every
one of his organs originates is like that from
which every other tissue in nature is evolved.
But when we come to examine more
minutely the tissues of the embryo man and
the embryo dog at about the period of development
selected by Mr. Darwin for comparison,
we find very remarkable points of
difference in their minute structure. If we
examine particular tissues by the aid of high
microscopic powers, we shall discover points
of difference as well as points in which they
agree, and this at every stage of growth
subsequent to the time when the tissues
have acquired their special characters. If,
then, from the fact of general resemblance
we are to argue in favour of a common
origin, what explanation have we to offer
of the peculiar and constant, though definite
differences between the corresponding
tissues of different animals at corresponding
periods of development? Mr. Darwin's explanation
may account for the resemblance
between the different embryos at a particular
period of development, but it does not
help us in the least to understand why there
should be differences in the ultimate structure
of the tissues at this same period, any
more than it explains the still more remarkable
resemblance between different forms of
embryonic matter at every period of life, in
health and in disease.
It is difficult to understand how 'natural
selection' can work, unless we admit that
the matter of the germ possesses the property
of undergoing modification. But if
modifying power determines the changes,
this must itself be referred to something
inherent in the matter of the germ itself—a
primary power of the organism transmitted
from pre-existing organisms. Such a power
is, however, inadmissible in any evolutional
hypothesis, and so far from being explained
by natural selection, explains the facts
grouped under that head. It is true that
Mr. Darwin does admit the operation of
'unknown agencies' influencing the nature
and constitution of the organism, but he adduces
no reason for supposing that these unknown
agencies will be discovered at some
future time, or that they are in any way dependent
on natural selection. If we require
'unknown agencies' at all, we may surely
dispense with natural selection altogether,
and attribute the formation of species to
these unknown agencies directly, instead of
attributing it to natural selection and referring
natural selection to the unknown
agencies.
It certainly would be an argument of the
very highest importance, and indeed most
convincing, if it could be shown that, in their
minute structure, the corresponding tissues
of man and animals very closely agreed.
Mr. Darwin affirms that this is indeed the
case, and says that the correspondence in
minute structure is so close, especially in the
case of man and the anthropomorphous
apes, that it is impossible to exaggerate it.
But strange to say, he adduces no evidence
whatever in support of the assertion, although
he does not hesitate to make use of
the assumed close correspondence as if it had
been demonstrated in the most unequivocal
manner. Mr. Darwin is unquestionably correct
in attaching the very highest importance
to this part of the evidence. As the
question of correspondence in the minute
structure of tissues between man and animals
has scarcely been touched upon in any
of the numerous critiques which have been
written upon Mr. Darwin's hypothesis, we
propose to direct the reader's attention to
a few details of considerable interest, affecting
not only the validity of views concerning,
the descent of man, but affecting also
the hypothesis of evolution. It has been
already stated that we are ready to admit the
full force of the fact of the close correspondence
if this can be proved; but, on the
other hand, if constant differential characters
can be distinctly demonstrated, especially
in corresponding tissues of closely allied
species, it must be conceded that the circumstance
will be very damaging to the
hypothesis of evolution; for it is very
doubtful if even the very great ingenuity displayed
by Mr. Darwin and his followers
would enable them to offer an explanation
which would be considered plausible. It is
somewhat significant that the subject of
minute structure, in spite of its great importance
having been freely admitted, has
been very lightly touched upon. So far,
evolutionists have fought rather shy of the
evidence to be obtained by a very minute
and careful examination of the tissues;
though strongly advocating careful investigations
of a general character, they have
been very reticent on the question of microscopic
investigation, and in not a few instances
there are indications of an indisposition
to study minute details, as if they feared
observation might be pushed too far, or too
much into detail to serve their purpose.
Attention is constantly directed to the general
points in which different species resemble
each other, and the reader becomes fully
impressed with the great importance of the
argument resting upon the fact of the strong
similarity between man and apes, but no
direct comparison in minute structure between
any human and simian tissue is instituted,
nor are any results of such comparisons
anywhere referred to. But if, for
example, it could be shown that in their
minute anatomy the tissues of an ape so
closely resembled those of a dog on the one
hand, and of a man on the other, as that
they could not be distinguished by the microscope,
the fact would be of the highest
importance, and would add enormously to
the evidence already adduced to Mr. Darwin
who lays much stress upon the close correspondence
between the tissues of man and
animals in minute structure, but never tells
us that such comparison has been actually
made by himself or by others. It is certainly
remarkable that a fact which Mr.
Darwin evidently considers of vast importance,
and which is capable of being
easily put to the test of observation, should
be stated without the results of a single
observation being recorded. Surely an appeal
to actual experiment should have been
made in at least a few instances, which
would illustrate not only the close correspondence,
but the absence of differences
between corresponding tissues in different
species. This having been done, it should
then have been clearly stated in what manner
this correspondence in minute structure
favours the idea of the common origin of
distinct species. But Mr. Darwin is content
here, as in many other cases, with asserting
the fact as a fact, and then stating
that it helps in an important manner to establish
the truth of the doctrine he advocates.
As this supposed correspondence in minute
structure has never, so far as we are
aware, been called in question, we shall
occupy some portion of the space allotted
to us in adverting to certain facts of interest,
and shall supplement our observations
by some remarks upon the supposed
correspondence, or divergence, in chemical
composition between representative solids
and fluids in allied but distinct species. We
must admit, with many other scientific
writers, that if but a very moderate proportion
of the arguments advanced by Mr. Darwin
in favour of his conclusions rested upon a
really firm basis of fact, the formation of species
by natural selection would be established;
but we have found that in many
cases the arguments advanced do not bear
the test of careful analysis, and some assertions
crumble into dust as soon as they are
exposed to investigation. We shall find
reason to doubt the validity of Mr. Darwin's
inferences concerning chemical composition,
as well as concerning minute structure.
Although undoubtedly, we do discern a
general correspondence, the exceptions are
so remarkable, and so far inexplicable upon
Mr. Darwin's view, that we are disposed to
think that the argument from it must be rejected
altogether. If we study carefully the
minute structure of corresponding tissues,
we shall find that in many instances we are
confronted with the most striking and peculiar
differences, which tend to establish
the idea of individuality and distinctness of
origin, rather than that of the community
of origin of creatures closely allied in zoological
characters.
The differences in minute details in the
case of creatures much alike are often very
remarkable, and well worthy of attentive
consideration. It may be possible to explain
some of them by natural selection, but
the way in which this can be done has to
be pointed out. Nor is it easy to see why
many individual peculiarities, that could easily
be specified, should exist at all. They are certainly
not required by their possessors, they
do not seem either of advantage or disadvantage,
and it is at least conceivable that
in minute structure the tissues of all closely
allied animals might exactly resemble one
another. But is it not remarkable that, for
instance, almost every tissue of the newt,
frog, toad, and green tree-frog, has individual
characteristics of its own, which could
be distinguished by one who was thoroughly
familiar with the microscopic characters of
the textures? In many cases the differences
are so wide that they could not be passed
over.[64] In the newt, as would be anticipated,
the elementary parts of the tissues
are formed altogether upon a much larger
scale than, in the other animals, and there
are individual differences which are most interesting.
The disciples of evolution might
gain some facts in support of their theory
by comparing in minute structure the tissues
of the newt and proteus, in which
latter animal everything is on a larger and
coarser (?) scale than in the newt. But
would the evolutional hypothesis gain by
the application of such a test?
The nerve-fibres in every part of the body
of the newt differ in many minute particulars
from those of the frog, and the muscular
fibres of either animal could be recognised
if they were successfully prepared in precisely
the same manner, so that a comparison
might be instituted with fairness. But
in these animals not only do corresponding
tissues, exhibit peculiarities, but entire organs
are totally different. The kidney of the
frog diverges in so many points of structure
from that of the newt, that the two organs
could not be mistaken the one for the other,
even if examined in the most cursory manner.
Each individual tube of the newt's
kidney is lined by ciliated epithelium from
one end to the other, while that of the frog
is so lined only at the neck. The Malpighian
bodies of the two animals are different,
and we believe that corresponding tissues
taken from these organs could be distinguished
from one another. It may be
answered, 'This very instance is in favour
of evolution, for the kidney tube gradually
loses its ciliated lining, as we pass from the
lower towards the higher batrachian form.
In the latter, only the neck of the tube is
ciliated, while in animals higher in the
scale than the batrachia, the uriniferous tube
is perfectly destitute of cilia.' Will the
evolutionist be satisfied with this explanation,
or will he suggest some other?
Again, if we take the skin of the four
animals mentioned above—although it will
be seen that there is a certain general agreement
in structure to be recognised, there is
not a texture of the skin which is alike in
them all. The cuticle is different, the glands
of the skin are differently arranged, the pigment-cells
present the most marked differences;
and individual characteristics are to
be detected in great number by anyone who
will study the subject in detail with sufficient
care. We do not, however, suppose for an instant
that Mr. Darwin would be unable upon
his hypothesis to offer a plausible explanation
of all these minute points. We are well
aware that this can be done, and in a manner
that to some minds may seem convincing.
What we wish to press upon our
readers, however, is, that so far as at this
time the argument rests upon a close correspondence
in minute structure, it must be
given up, because the asserted close correspondence
in minute structure is not based
upon evidence. On the other hand, actual
investigation into the structure of certain
corresponding tissues demonstrates remarkable
individual peculiarities, and these seem to
increase in number the more thoroughly and
the more minutely the tissues are explored.
What if, in the case of closely allied species,
such structural differences be demonstrated
in every part of the body? Will
the fact be urged in support of a common
parentage, or in favour of some different
view? It may be fairly asked, if two closely
allied forms have descended from a common
progenitor not far removed from either, why
should almost every tissue and organ in the
body exhibit individual peculiarities, not one
of which can be regarded as of advantage to
the creature, or as contributing in any way
to its survival? The sensitive fungiform
papillæ of the tongue of the common frog
and of the hyla differ from one another in
minute structure, and specimens could be
readily distinguished. Again, it might be
asked, why are the hairs of the shrew different
from those of the mole, and why is the
disposition of the nerve-fibres round the hair-bulb
even to their minutest fibrils different
in different creatures, all of which possess
the particular hairs called tactile, which act
as delicate organs of touch? One would
have supposed that the apparatus at the side
of the base of a tactile hair of a shrew would
be very like that upon which the tactile hair
of a mole operates, and that the mechanism
in both animals would not differ much from
that at the base of the tactile hairs of the
mouse. But the structure of the hair is
different in all three, and the arrangement of
the nerves is so different that there would be
no difficulty in distinguishing them from the
hair-sac alone. In short, there are probably
very many different forms of tactile organs,
in all of which a hair is the external part,
but which organs exhibit important differences
of structure.
If close correspondence in minute structure
is to be accepted as an argument in Mr.
Darwin's favour, he will surely hardly venture
to assert that differences in minute structure
point to a similar conclusion, though
both sets of facts might be ingeniously used
in support of this eminently elastic hypothesis.
If the supposed correspondence was
established, the evolutionist would of course
point to the fact in proof of a common
parentage; but if, on the other hand, the
supposed correspondence should be proved
to be a fiction, he might retort triumphantly,
'Only see in what infinitely minute structural
particulars the law of variation by natural
selection manifests its operation!'
How are we to explain the varying form
and size of the red blood-corpuscles in different
animals which have been so carefully
examined and measured by Mr. Gulliver?
The corpuscles do not vary according to the
size of the animal, nor, unless our views of
classification are utterly erroneous, can any
constant relation be demonstrated between
the size and form of the blood-disks of the
creature and its position in the zoological
scale. Again, in some cases, the colourless
corpuscles are much larger than the coloured
ones, while in others the very reverse obtains.
Moreover, in many important characters,
the blood-corpuscles of animals of the
same class differ remarkably. The writer of
this article could multiply such facts to a
great extent from the observations he has
been led to make incidentally, without reference
to any hypothesis whatever; but he
feels almost sure that, if a series of observations
were made, the distinctive characters
of corresponding textures taken from closely
allied animals would be enormously multiplied.
Such minute anatomical investigation
will doubtless be instituted, but at present
the leaders of scientific thought in this country
seem to consider that general observations
extending over a wide range of knowledge
are preferable. Mr. Darwin even supposes,
or, at any rate, leads his readers to infer
that he supposes, that the investigation of
the structural character of man and animals
has been completed, or is nearly completed.
It is evident he would have us believe such
to be the case, for he says that to take any
view of man's origin different from his own
is to admit that our own structural characteristic
and those of animals are a mere snare
laid to entrap our judgment—as if all our
tissues and organs had been thoroughly and
finally explored. We know neither our own
structure nor that of any plant or animal in
the world. Mr. Darwin must surely be aware
that the minute anatomy of the body of
man or of animals is not yet in any part
fully ascertained. It is possible that, as Mr.
Darwin himself has not worked much at this
subject, he may have been misled by his
anatomical friends; but every investigator
who goes into details with due care, and
with sufficient accuracy, soon finds himself
compelled not only to correct the facts advanced
by those who have preceded him,
but is able to add to known facts many new
ones. There is no reason for thinking that
there is any limit to this discovery of new
facts. We may go on discovering for ever,
but our anatomical observations will never
be complete; nor must it be supposed that,
even with our present means, our present
knowledge of minute structure is as far advanced
as is possible.
Mr. Darwin admits in many instances the
existence of certain facts which he cannot
explain by his hypothesis, and in this difficulty
he appeals to our 'belief in the general
principle of evolution,' and suggests that,
'unless we wilfully close our eyes,' we must
assent to a doctrine which he confesses is
not proved by the evidence he has adduced
in its support. It is, however, only by wilfully
closing our eyes, and very tightly indeed,
and for a long period of time, that we
can hope to force the understanding to accept
a belief in the 'general principles in
question.'
The differences observed in the minute
structure of corresponding tissues in closely
allied species ought to have more closely engaged
the attention of Mr. Darwin, but he
is evidently quite unaware of either their extent
or their number. Had he been alive to
these, he would scarcely have committed
himself so fully, or have left so exposed to
attack his argument based on the supposition
of close correspondence in structure. Structural
variations in detail are indeed infinite,
and it is extraordinary that Mr. Darwin's assertion
of close correspondence should so
long have remained unchallenged. Whatever
may ultimately be accepted as the true
explanation of the fact, it must be admitted
that it does not support Mr. Darwin's hypothesis
in its present form.
Structural difference in the tissues and
organs of allied species are not, however,
limited to microscopic characters. There
are many broad anatomical distinctions
which have never been explained, such as
the absence of a part or organ in an animal
very closely related to numerous other species,
in every one of which not only does
it exist, but is largely developed. Such
cases may be regarded by the evolutionist
as exceptional, and he may invent some new
hypothesis to account for them. Such facts
may be treated as anomalies, and referred to
laws yet to be discovered, upon which correlation
of growth depends. By this old
method of overcoming a difficulty, facts
which really tell against the favourite conclusion
are made to appear to tell in its favour;
but in science the exception does not prove
the rule. It is clear that very much is
thought of the argument from agreement in
general structure between more recent forms
and the ancestral forms from which they are
supposed to have descended, for it has been
very pointedly referred to by those who support
the hypothesis of natural selection. If,
however, it is proved on more minute and
careful examination that, although there are
some points of resemblance between species,
which would render plausible the idea of a
common parentage, there are also striking
differences, which increase in number and
importance the more they are sought for, it
will be admitted that the force of this argument
is much weakened; and although, after
making allowance for exaggerated expression,
we may admit with Mr. Huxley 'that
in every single visible character man differs
less from the higher apes than these do from
the lower members of the same order of primates,'
we are nevertheless compelled by the
facts to maintain that there are so very many
points in which man differs from every ape,
that the argument in favour of close relationship
based upon correspondence in structure
completely breaks down. In fact, the differences
that cannot be accounted for upon
the hypothesis are more important and more
numerous than the resemblances which it is
advanced to explain. Of what worth is an
argument resting on the fact of hundreds of
representative muscles, tendons, bones, and
eminences on bones, in closely allied species,
if the very muscles, tendons, and bones
themselves exhibit minute and constant
structural differences? And if, besides these
anatomical differences, we meet with differences
as regards the rate of development—differences
in the order of development of
certain tissues and organs—differences in
the structural changes going on after development
is complete, what shall we infer?
It is all very well to explain the presence
of muscular variations in man by the tendency
to reversion to an earlier condition of
existence, but it is of the utmost importance
in the first place to be sure that our evidence
justifies us in concluding that particular and
exceptional muscles in man representing
muscles highly developed in some of the
lower animals owe their origin to descent.
This is the very question upon which proof
is wanting. The variations may be due to
descent, but it by no means follows that they
must be due to descent, and it is still more
difficult to be certain that they are not due
to the operation of some undiscovered factor.
For many years past, naturalists, in their
desire to discover the relationship between
the many divergent forms of living things,
appear to have closed their eyes to the remarkable
differences which establish distinct
characteristics between very closely allied
forms, and which tend to show that the latter
are not so closely related as the hypothesis
of Darwin concludes. What, for instance,
is the explanation of the fact that in
no two animals or men are the branches of
the arteries or nerves given off from the
larger trunks at precisely the same points or
in precisely the same manner, and why are
variations in the muscles to be detected in
each individual subject?—we cannot call
them accidental. Will descent account for
the hundreds of variations we meet with, as
well as for those particular kinds which have
been minutely described by Mr. Wood and
others, and of which the evolutionists have
made so much? Here, as in many other instances,
we find inferences based on a very
one-sided, if not a very imperfect statement
of the facts. In order to account for all the
anatomical varieties, it will be necessary
again to call in the help of that 'unknown
law' which the advocates of natural selection
invoke when they find themselves in a
difficulty.
But we come now to consider whether
Mr. Darwin is more correct in his assertion
concerning the close correspondence in the
chemical composition of the tissues and
fluids of the different species, than he is upon
the question of minute structure. How is it
that we find specific characters in the blood,
bile, milk, saliva, gastric juice, urine, and
other fluids and secretions of nearly related
animals? The blood of the Guinea pig differs
in important characteristics from that of
the rat, mouse, rabbit, and squirrel. The
most important constituent of the blood
undergoes crystallization, and the form of
the blood crystal is very different in the
several members of the rodent class. By
some undiscovered law of correlation of
growth, perhaps, may be explained the curious
fact that the blood-corpuscles of the
tailless Guinea pig crystallize very readily in
beautiful tetrahedra, while those of another
rodent in which the tail is remarkably developed
take the form of six-sided plates, and
in yet another which possesses only a faint
apology for a caudal appendage, we find
blood crystals taking the form of the most
beautiful rhomboids.
The blood of one species will not efficiently
nourish the tissues of another; and in
cases in which life is temporarily supported
by alien blood artificially introduced into the
vessels, it is probable that the foreign fluid
is gradually destroyed and eliminated, and
at last, entirely replaced by blood which is
slowly formed anew in the animal's own vessels.
Not only does the blood of man differ
from that of the lower animals, but the blood
of every species of animal differs from that
of every other species.
But if we submit any of the other fluids
mentioned above to careful chemical and
physical analysis, we shall find each endowed
with special characteristic properties, and
distinguished from the rest by well-marked
and constant characters; and we have reason
to believe that the more minutely such investigation
is carried out, the larger will be
the number of divergent characters and properties
established.
Mr. Sorby has lately been examining, by
the aid of the spectroscope, many of the
colouring matters of the leaves and petals of
flowers and plants, and has demonstrated
the presence of a large number of new substances
which can be most positively distinguished
from one another by spectrum analysis.
Substances belonging to different
plants which appear to the eye of nearly the
same tint, often exhibit very different characters
when submitted to spectroscopic examination.[65]
There seems to be, in fact, no
limit to divergence in essential particulars in
cases in which the correspondence is only to
be found in most general and superficial
characters. We will recur for a moment to
the question of minute structure as illustrated
by plants. If the reader will be at the
trouble of placing under his microscope, one
after another, the petals of any half-dozen
flowers of a red or blue colour, he will soon
be able to discover anatomical differences by
which each of them could be recognised independently
of its colour. Moreover, if he
studies the subject with sufficient care, he
will find that new structural peculiarities
will be demonstrated, of the existence of
which he had no idea when the investigation
was commenced.
Series of facts like those adduced above
not only seem to militate against the acceptance
of the doctrine of natural selection in
its present form, but they cannot be contemplated
without exciting in the mind a desire
to entertain the hypothesis of fixity of
species, or some derivative hypothesis not
opposed to that idea.
Although of late much attention has been
given to variation, the inheritance of variability,
and progressive hereditary changes in
the structure of the body, the advocates of
evolution have only advanced statements of
the most general kind. They have not entered
into details; they have not suggested
at what particular period in the life of the
individual the change in structure occurs.
They are silent as to the precise nature of
the change, and the several steps by which
it is brought about; and they say nothing
concerning the characters and properties of
the matter, which is the actual seat of the
change. It is not sufficient to show us the
bone or muscle, the structure of which is
modified, and to assure us that the modification
in question is due to the law of
variability; for the hypothesis deals with the
change itself, and we should be informed
concerning the phenomenon which are antecedent
to the change, and the exact circumstances
which determine any particular modification
advanced in illustration of the
working of the supposed law. Further, it
should be definitely determined what degree
of change suffices to affect the fully-formed
bone and muscle, and whether structural
changes occurring at or after the period of
full development of the body are inherited or
not. The reader is probably aware that Mr.
Darwin has invented an hypothesis specially
to meet this part of the question—the hypothesis
of Pangenesis. But he has recently
remarked that it has not yet received its
'death-blow'—an observation which excites
a doubt whether its author is not ready to
abandon it. This hypothesis was only advanced
tentatively from the first. It is incompatible
with a number of facts, and appears
more and more improbable as the
phenomena it comprises are carefully investigated.
Many observers well qualified to
form a correct judgment felt almost certain
from the very first that Pangenesis could not
be maintained.
Seeing that, at every period of life, matter
exists in every part of the body in at least
two very different states, in each of which
different classes of phenomena occur, Mr.
Darwin should have informed us in what
particular matter of the body in his opinion
the metabolic property probably resided, and
he should have explained at what period of
life the change which was to result in the
production of a new variety or species occurred.
He does not, of course, suppose
that fully-formed bone, or muscle, or nerve,
changes its characters; nor would he maintain
that in old age, or indeed long after
adult life had been attained, any great alteration
of structural form was possible. If,
then, it is only in the plastic state during the
early period of development that the changes
surmised to take place can occur, the author
of the hypothesis should either have given
more information upon the details, or he
should at the least have shown that microscopical
observation had yielded no facts adverse
to his doctrine; and something surely
should have been suggested concerning the
nature and origin of the inherent metabolic
property, or tendency, or capacity, which is
assumed by the terms of the hypothesis.
It should, however, be stated here that
many evolutionists repudiate entirely the idea
of any peculiar property under any circumstances
influencing matter in the living state
which does not influence it in the non-living
condition, for the acceptance of the idea of
such property would involve an answer to
the inquiry as to the nature and origin of
the property assumed, and it would have to
be shown when and under what circumstances
it was acquired by the matter. The
evolutionist believes only in the properties
which belong to matter as matter, and which
are coexistent with the matter itself. The
admission of an inherent property peculiar
to the living state of matter, almost amounts
to the admission of a vital power; but such
an hypothesis, it need scarcely be said, would
be incompatible with the doctrine of evolution.
But physical evolutionists who persist
in attributing all the phenomena of living
beings to physical agencies only, ignore the
most important changes occurring in every
form of living matter. Again and again,
they repeat the statement that the changes
in living matter are molecular; but this is
merely a word which is perfectly meaningless
as applied to the changes in question,
since the 'molecule' is undefined, has not
been described, and is quite unknown. The
very same authorities acknowledge that conclusions
not based upon evidence cannot advance
science, or be looked upon as scientific,
and yet, with an inconsistency that is extraordinary,
they state with confidence that
they understand the nature of these changes.
But they have not been able to learn anything
of them whatever by experiment, nor
can they discover any means of imitating
them in matter in the laboratory. The
changes in question are quite peculiar to living
matter; they occur in all living matter,
but in living matter only. These changes
differ entirely from any other changes of
which we have any cognizance. Nothing
surely can be more illogical or unscientific
than to assert that actions about which we
know nothing are of the same kind or nature
as actions which are understood, and can be
brought about whenever we will. Yet physicists,
chemists, and indeed most scientific
men, have fully committed themselves to the
dogmatic creed that the phenomena of living
matter are, like all the other phenomena
of nature, due to antecedent physical change.
There are no physical phenomena to which
they can point, that in the remotest degree
resemble the actions peculiar to living
matter.
Variation itself is quite peculiar, and as
far removed from any physical change as is
possible to conceive. The extent of variation,
and of variations inherited from ancestors,
is perfectly marvellous. Such variations
are carried out during that plastic period
of life when the body consists almost entirely
of living matter, and occur in every
individual of every species of animal and
plant that is known. Each is like its predecessors,
but not one is in any part exactly
like the corresponding part of any predecessor.
No two individuals were ever
formed exactly alike in all particulars.
Nay, it is doubtful if any two vital actions
that have taken place in nature have been
perfectly alike in all points.
That variation occurs in the plastic matter
of the organism, while the formative process
is taking place, is a truism, for no two noses
or fingers, or other parts, have been seen so
much alike as not to be distinguishable from
one another; nay, it is not supposable that
any two should be found precisely similar.
Perfect identity in structures of such complexity
is indeed hardly conceivable, unless
many facts known in connection with tissue
formation are utterly ignored. But, on the
other hand, it is equally inconceivable that
capacity for variability should be manifested
in such a manner and to such an extent as
to lead to the production of a proboscis in
place of a nose, or of a talon in lieu of a
finger. Hence, therefore, we must admit
that this capacity works within certain,
though at this time not to be accurately defined,
limits. When, therefore, Mr. Darwin
maintains that similarity of pattern between
the flipper of the seal, the wing of the bat,
the hand of the man, &c., is due to divergence
in structure during gradual descent
from a common progenitor, does he not beg
the question at issue, and by implication assume
an extent of variation far exceeding
that which is possible within the period of
time which he is disposed to think may have
elapsed during which the hundreds or thousands
of transitional forms have been slowly
progressing towards perfection of type?
Undoubtedly, if he could show one or two
gradations between the paw of the bear and
the flipper of the seal, or between the foot
of the mole and the wing of the bat, he
would have a powerful argument indeed.
But the mind fails to realize the possibility
of the transitional forms whose existence is
assumed by the hypothesis. A thing half
bear and half seal, or half mole and half
bat, would be an incongruity which we have
no right to assume ever existed in the flesh,
if indeed it is not absurd to suppose it possible.
If such a creature were born, it
would die, and the very law of natural selection
supposed to operate in favour of its development
would render certain its destruction
without offspring.
Variation in the living world seems to be
indeed infinite, but nevertheless, so to say,
restrained within limits. When we come to
study variation in any particular species, we
marvel at the extraordinary extent of change
to be observed without any approach being
recognized towards the nearest allied species.
The human face may vary, we may say, infinitely,
but without in the slightest degree
approximating the face of a monkey or any
other animal. The animal face and features
may vary infinitely within the animal limits
without manifesting the slightest approach
to the human countenance, or even to that of
any other species of animal. Any species
of monkey might become modified in many
different directions without making any approach
to the human form. The ass might
change for ages, and yet be something very
different from a horse, and so on in other
cases. The most degraded savage exhibits
no approach to the ape, any more than the
most highly developed species of monkey
exhibits any nearer approach to man than
the very lowest member of its class. There
are human variations, monkey variations, ass
variations, &c., without end, but there is no
evidence of any variations occurring in one
species which tend to show that it possesses
any intimate relationship with any different
species. The facts hitherto discovered, and
considered by Mr. Darwin to support the
view that we have descended or ascended
from monkeys appear to us, therefore, to
be very inconclusive and unsatisfactory.
We are quite ready to consider patiently
every argument that evolutionists can adduce,
and if we think the case proved, we
are fully prepared to admit it, but when
told that we must accept the doctrine, we
distrust our would-be teachers. In the suggestion
of the alternative, 'accept this hypothesis
or none,' there is the suspicion of a
threat which ought to be received with indignation.
The world may be wanting in
scientific knowledge and acumen, but it will
never submit to dictatorial science. The
world is quite ready to be taught, and to
learn, but it will not endure a tyranny enforced
by persons who choose to call themselves,
philosophers, and who claim to be
scientifically infallible. The world knows
something of the history of scientific controversies,
and will listen with caution, but
it rejects upon principle the application of
scientific tests, and refuses point blank to
subscribe to any articles of scientific belief,
or to acknowledge an infallible scientific
head.
After all that can be said against evolution
has been uttered, there remains the defence
that the hypothesis rests upon a vast
array of facts—anatomical, physiological,
geological—and 'it is scarcely fair,' it may
be urged, 'to expect that a generalization
which explains so much, should fully account
for every slight divergence of structure
that can be rendered evident by exquisitely
minute and careful investigation.'
But surely a view of such wide general application
as this is held to be by its supporters
ought not to fail when tested by
particular facts of general observation. Unfortunately,
Mr. Darwin's hypothesis is not
adequately supported by the very facts upon
which he relies for proof; for out of the
multitudes of living beings now existing upon
the earth, he cannot select any two species
whose differences and resemblances can be
fully accounted for by the hypothesis which
he holds to be universally applicable, and to
account for the origin of every species from
the monad to man. What must be the ultimate
verdict passed upon a doctrine aspiring
to universal application, which seems satisfactory
only when vaguely applied, and
which utterly fails when tested by the individual
particulars that are comprised in the
generalities? We may be like the savage,
as Mr. Darwin suggests, but we are by no
means convinced by the arguments adduced
by him that man is the co-descendant, with
other mammals, of a common progenitor,
nor can we admit that certain structural peculiarities
of man's bodily frame are to be
looked upon as 'the indelible stamp of his
lowly origin.'
All naturalists will agree in believing that
there is some truth in the doctrine which
Mr. Darwin has so thoroughly espoused, but
there will be the greatest difference of opinion
concerning the acceptance of many of
his propositions; while it must be confessed
that the more minutely and carefully we
analyze the data upon which some of his
conclusions rest, the less satisfied are we
that they should be relied upon. Indeed,
there is reason to think that at least one of
his subordinate hypotheses, Pangenesis, will
certainly have to be abandoned as untenable.
As we have before remarked in this
article, neither Mr. Darwin nor those who
think with him appear to realize the illimitable
possible additions to scientific knowledge,
and consequently the continued change
in scientific opinion, the abandonment of
old hypotheses, and the development of new
ones. Never in the history of science have
such startling hypotheses been successively
advanced as during the last twenty years.
Few have stood the test of one quinquennial
period, and not one has been retained in its
original form. The sentiment, as expressed
by Mr. Darwin, 'We are not concerned with
hopes or fears, only with the truth,' is a favourite
one with scientific men, but the
truth has not yet been arrived at. Is scientific
truth ever to be reached? The nearer
we seem to get to actual scientific truth, the
more quickly does it recede from us; and it
has happened but too often that when we
thought to have grasped it, we find it far
away, and that what in youth we thought to
be scientific truth, afterwards, but long before
we have reached old age, is proved to
be scientific error.
In conclusion, therefore, we must remark,
that while the hypothesis fails in individual
cases to which it has been applied, it is incompetent
to explain numerous facts known
in connection with every particular plant or
animal in existence. But, further, the general
facts ascertained by careful and more
minute investigation into the anatomy and
physiology of any two closely allied species,
such, for example, as the hare and the rabbit,
the rat and the squirrel, the Guinea pig,
or the hyla and common frog, are inexplicable
upon the doctrine of natural selection,
even if the time were extended far beyond
the limits which upon other grounds it is
not permissible to suppose it to stretch.
Nay, the series of changes believed to occur
during the formation of species by natural
selection cannot be conceived by the imagination,
unless multitudes of facts which
have been demonstrated and can be confirmed
by anyone who will take the trouble
to do so are completely ignored. That man
is like an ape, bone for bone, muscle for
muscle, &c., is only a flourish of rhetoric
unworthy of anyone who professes himself
to be an observer of nature.
The remarks which have been made in
respect to animals apply with marvellously
greater force to man himself, for no matter
how the evolutionists may strain the force of
the analogies existing between man and animals,
there are transcendent differences
which no sophistry can explain away. We
may allow Mr. Darwin and his friends to
draw on time as largely as they may desire,
we will permit them to strain to any extent
they like the argument that the ape differs
in far greater degree from the lower animals
than he does from man himself, and we
could yet succeed in exposing the improbability
of the favoured hypothesis by discussing
with its advocates its insufficiency to account
for one single characteristic, such, for
example, as the possession by man of the
power of expressing his ideas. It is surely
not likely that the attempt to found a general
argument on the nature, mode of origin, and
formation of all living beings, upon the
points in which they exhibit some resemblance
to one another, without showing in
what manner the argument in question
would be affected by the characters in
which these same beings differ from one
another, will much longer be regarded as a
triumph of inductive reasoning, or considered
to be in accordance with the spirit
of science or true philosophy.
Art. VIII.—The Session.
The wearisome assertion that the last session
of Parliament has been a 'barren' one,
has become a sort of political axiom among
a large section of the community. Writers
and speakers innumerable assume it as a
self-evident fact, which no sane person
would dream of disputing. It is, nevertheless,
our serious intention to dispute it, and,
moreover, to prove that the session, so far
from being utterly barren, has produced a
legislative harvest of more than average
fruitfulness. Putting aside the last two sessions,
and that which witnessed the triumph
of free trade, we have no hesitation in saying
that no session since the first Reform Bill
has produced so many measures of equal
importance as the last session. It would
not be difficult to point to session after session
during that period which, for any good
the country has derived from their labours,
might as well have never been. But no one
can say that with truth of the session that
has just gone by. On the contrary, we believe
that it will be regarded a few years
hence as one of the most important sessions
of this century. To those who choose to
echo an unreasoning cry, rather than take
the trouble to think for themselves, this
will, no doubt, appear a wild assertion. But
what are the facts? The present Parliament
was elected chiefly for the purpose of settling
the Irish question, and the sessions of
1869–1870 were devoted almost exclusively
to the affairs of Ireland. The Irish
Church Bill and the Land Bill, however,
having been settled, there seemed to be a
kind of general understanding that the session
of 1871 should be given up to the consideration
of English, or at least imperial
interests. Ireland accordingly hardly occupied
any place in the programme of the session.
And yet, in the very region where it
was expected, as a matter of course, to be
peculiarly barren, the session of 1871 has
borne a crop of goodly fruit. Let us glance
at a few of the Irish measures of the session.
'It is the very ancient privilege of the people
of England,' says Edmund Burke, 'that they
shall be tried, except in the known exceptions,
not by the judges appointed by the
Crown, but by their own fellow-subjects.'
Trial by jury has probably exercised more
influence than any other institution in moulding
our national character, and in impressing
on it especially that inborn reverence
for law which has become proverbial. But
with that singular perverseness which has
characterized all our dealings with Ireland
for centuries, we not only imposed our own
institutions on that unhappy country, but
we imposed them shorn of all that which
made them precious to Englishmen. This
is true in an aggravated sense of trial by jury.
The very essence of trial by jury is, as Burke
has observed, that the accused 'shall be
tried, not by the judges appointed by the
Crown, but by his own fellow-subjects.' But
how did we carry out this principle in Ireland,
in the case of political prisoners in particular?
By simply ignoring it. We retained
the name and the forms of trial by jury,
but we so perverted its intention and spirit,
that what Englishmen regard as the palladium
of their liberty became in Ireland the
symbol of every species of injustice and
wrong. When it was an object with the
authorities of Dublin Castle to secure the
conviction of a prisoner, they never hesitated
to pack the jury that tried him. Names
which ought to have been on the panel were
systematically and arbitrarily excluded, and
the jury-box was filled with men of whom
it might have been predicted with tolerable
certainty beforehand that they would bring
in a verdict of guilty. Let us illustrate our
argument by a typical example. In 1844,
the Government of the day succeeded in getting
a verdict of guilty against Mr. O'Connell,
a man of whom Macaulay has declared
truth that 'the place which he held
in the estimation of his countrymen was
such as no popular leader in our history, I
might perhaps say in the history of the
world, has ever attained.' If ever there was
an occasion when the Government should
have been scrupulously careful to administer
justice fairly, it was the trial of O'Connell;
for the eyes not only of Ireland, but of all
Europe, were upon them. But so inveterate
had the habit of managing verdicts become
in Ireland, that on a crucial occasion, when
trial by jury itself might be said to be on its
trial, the authorities shamelessly packed the
jury which sat in judgment on the great
tribune. Twenty-seven names were omitted
from the panel which ought to have been on
it. And then from 'this mutilated jury-list,'
as Macaulay indignantly calls it, forty-eight
names were taken by lot. 'And then'—we
must tell the rest of the story in Macaulay's
burning language—
'And then came the striking. You struck
out all the Roman Catholic names; and you
give us your reasons for striking out these
names, reasons which I do not think it worth
while to examine. The real question which
you should have considered was this: Can a
great issue between two hostile religions—for
such the issue was—be tried in a manner above
all suspicion by a jury composed exclusively
of men of one of those religions? I know that
in striking out the Roman Catholics you did
nothing that was not according to technical
rules. But my great charge against you is
that you have looked on this whole case in a
technical point of view, that you have been
attorneys when you should have been statesmen.
The letter of the law was doubtless with
you; but not the noble spirit of the law. The
jury de medietate linguæ is of immemorial antiquity
among us. Suppose that a Dutch sailor
at Wapping is accused of stabbing an
Englishman in a brawl. The fate of the culprit
is decided by a mixed body of six Englishmen
and six Dutchmen. Such were the securities
which the wisdom and justice of our
ancestors gave to aliens. You are ready enough
to call Mr. O'Connell an alien, when it serves
your purposes to do so. You are ready enough
to inflict on the Irish Roman Catholics all the
evils of alienage, but the one privilege, the one
advantage of alienage, you deny him. In a case
which of all cases most required a jury de medietate,
in a case which sprang out of the mutual
hostility of races and sects, you pack a
jury all of one race and all of one sect....
Yes, you have obtained a verdict of Guilty;
but you have obtained that verdict from
twelve men brought together by illegal means,
and selected in such a manner that their decision
can inspire no confidence.'—(Macaulay's
Speeches, p. 314.)
Now let it be observed that this system,
which treated the Roman Catholics of Ireland
as aliens in their own country, and at
the same time denied them the rights and
privileges of aliens, has been in force up to
this year. And yet many on this side of
the Channel are innocently surprised that
the Irish people have no great reverence for
English law, and no great love for British
institutions; and so they rashly conclude
that the only way to govern such a lawless
race is by the strong arm of power. But
the simple fact is, that the Irish from time
immemorial have been remarkable for their
love of justice. To this fact their bitterest enemies
bear witness. In that category may certainly
be reckoned Sir John Davys, Irish Attorney-General
under James I.; yet this is
the testimony which he bears:—'There is no
nation of people under the sun that doth
love equal and indifferent justice better than
the Irish, or will rest better satisfied with
the execution thereof, although it be against
themselves, so as they may have the benefit
and protection of the law when upon just
cause they do desire it.' 'The truth is,' he
adds, 'that in time of peace the Irish are
more fearful to offend the law than the
English, or any other nation whatsoever.'
That simple expression, 'in time of peace,'
explains the whole matter. English law has
unfortunately too often presented itself to
the people of Ireland as a cruel enemy,
against which it was a duty and a necessity
to wage a chronic warfare; and it is no
great marvel if they take some time to learn
that their enemy of yesterday has suddenly
become their friend. We have no faith in
sudden political conversions, especially in
the case of nations; and we do not despair
of Mr. Gladstone's legislation for Ireland,
because we find that its healing properties
are percolating but slowly through the crust
of inevitable prejudice which it had to encounter.
We must persevere in the good
work, and Mr. Gladstone has shown his
earnestness in the ungrateful task of conciliating
Ireland by passing last session several
measures of great importance to the welfare
of that country. Chief and foremost
among them is the Juries (Ireland) Bill. It
is an elaborate piece of remedial legislation,
though it passed through Parliament without
exciting attention, and it cannot fail to
produce an excellent effect in Ireland, as its
character becomes gradually known. It will
no longer be possible for the most violent
partisan to pack a jury in Ireland, and we
may reasonably trust that in process of time
Irishmen will learn to appeal to English justice
with a confidence to which they have
been so long strangers.
Another Irish measure of great importance
which received the sanction of the Legislature
last session is the Local Government
(Ireland) Act. Its clauses are thirty-two in
number, and its object is to amend the law
relating to the local government of towns and
populous places in Ireland. It is not necessary
to go through its provisions, but we
may say that their general effect is to make
all illegality and corruption in municipal
elections and in the elections of local commissioners
impossible, or at least perilous;
to put a stop to anything like jobbing or
any corrupt expenditure of public money by
the governing bodies of towns; to extend
to Ireland, with the necessary modifications,
the provisions with regard to the public
health which prevail in England; and to
empower the governing bodies and ratepayers
of all towns in Ireland to obtain lands
at a cheap rate, to unite or separate districts,
and to alter rates. Another clause of the
bill empowers the Lord Lieutenant, with the
approval of the Treasury, to create a new
Local Government Department of the Chief
Secretary's office, 'the salaries of such persons
to be paid out of the moneys to be
provided by Parliament for such purpose.'
The tendency of the whole bill is to develop
the faculty of self-government throughout
Ireland, and to give the country 'home
rule' in the only sense in which that boon
would be practicable or beneficial. What
is needful above all things is to instil into
the minds of the Irish people habits of self-reliance
and a respect for English law; and
the two bills which have elicited these observations
are most valuable contributions to
that result. Viewing them in all their bearings,
we are bold to say that if the session
had produced nothing else, these two bills
alone would have redeemed it from the reproach
of being a 'barren' session. In the
election campaign of 1868, Mr. Gladstone
described Protestant ascendancy in Ireland
as a great upas tree which was casting its
baleful shadow over the whole land; and
ever since he has been in office he has set
himself vigorously and with unwearied patience
not merely to cut down the wide-spreading
branches of that fatal tree, but to
root up one by one the noxious growths which
flourished beneath its friendly shade. The
Jury Bill and the Local Government Act are
the natural fruits of the Church Bill and the
Land Bill. It would have been impossible
to pass them while Protestant ascendancy
existed. Other Irish bills have been passed
this session which, though of less importance
than those we have named, have a very
practical bearing on the well-being and conciliation
of Ireland. Yet all these measures
have been simply ignored in the various criticisms
of the session which have come under
our notice. As if, forsooth! the prosperity
and contentment of Ireland were not of the
last consequence to the empire at large.
So much for the work of the Government
in the field of Irish legislation. Let us now
turn to its tale of successful measures in matters
of English and imperial policy.
The Army Bill demands, of course, the
first and chief place in our review; and we
must remark, in limine, on the singular ill-luck
which overtook the Government in introducing
it. During the autumn and winter
of last year, the country very generally, and
even passionately, demanded a large scheme
of army reorganization. Radicals and Conservatives
differed, no doubt, in their views
of what was desirable in a good scheme of
army reform. The latter wished merely to
supplement and improve the existing system,
which they considered as near perfection as
could reasonably be expected. The former
were not quite agreed among themselves.
Some had a hankering after the Prussian
system, and some preferred the Swiss. But
Conservatives, Whigs, and Liberals were all
agreed on one point, namely, that Mr. Cardwell's
scheme ought to be a large and comprehensive
one, and that a large and comprehensive
scheme involved expense. The
Conservatives wished that expense to go towards
the enlargement and perfecting of the
old system. On the other hand, the Liberals,
as a body, demanded the abolition of
the purchase system, and the development
of a new system in its place. But all admitted
the necessity of a considerable expenditure,
and there was a general acquiescence
throughout the country in the prospect
of an increased income-tax. Meanwhile
Bourbaki made his fatal march to the frontier,
Chanzy's army was defeated and scattered,
and Paris was obliged to capitulate.
The preliminaries of peace were agreed upon
soon afterwards, and the Eastern question,
which Prince Gortschakoff had reopened in
so insolent a manner, was in a fair way to a
pacific solution.
The return of calm after so violent a storm
in the political firmament soon began to tell
on English nerves; the panic which prompted,
during the bewildering achievements of
the German armies, the cry for an efficient
scheme of army reform subsided by degrees
as the danger of war receded from our shores,
and even 'The Battle of Dorking' failed to
impress the British taxpayer with any fear
of an imminent invasion. The consequence
was, that by the time Mr. Cardwell laid his
scheme before Parliament, the enthusiasm
for army reorganization had cooled down to
the temperate, and among some philosophical
Radicals, even to the frigid zone. The
measure of the Government was admitted on
all hands to be thorough and comprehensive,
and it received the cordial acquiescence of
the country. But the panic was over, and,
as a consequence, there was an absence of
that enthusiastic support which enables a
minister to defeat summarily anything like
an attempt at an organized system of factious
opposition. Had the Franco-German
war ended two months earlier than it did, it
is questionable whether the Government
would have received sufficient encouragement
to attack the purchase system, considering
the expense which its abolition entailed on
the country. There can be no question that
if Mr. Gladstone had taken up the subject and
made it his own, as he did the Irish Church
Bill and the Land Bill, he could at any time
have commanded such support from the country
as would have carried all opposition before
it. One or two rousing speeches from him,
exposing the manifold evils of the purchase
system, and explaining the plan of the Government,
would have done the thing. But
the misfortune of Mr. Cardwell was that he
elaborated and matured his scheme at a time
when the country was prepared for almost
any expense that would give us an army
which would secure the safety of the empire,
and enable us to hold our proper place in
the councils of Europe; and that he propounded
his scheme when the looming spectre
of increased taxation appeared a more
tangible evil than the danger of a foreign
invasion. The Opposition availed itself
adroitly, if not very patriotically, of the turn
of the tide, and wooed the aid of the extreme
Radicals by the cry of extravagant expenditure.
Nor did it cry altogether in vain. There
are a few Radicals in the House of Commons
who cannot forgive Mr. Gladstone for
being a Christian. That a man of his commanding
genius and varied acquirements
should still retain the faith of his childhood
is an enigma to them. But that he should
ever presume to baulk their efforts to sap
and overthrow its foundations is an offence
to them; and, if the truth must be told,
they would far rather have a leader of the
Epicurean type of Lord Palmerston or Mr.
Disraeli. One or two of these pseudo-Liberals
have been practically in opposition all
through the session, and we shall be curious
to see how they defend themselves before
their constituents when the day of reckoning
comes. One fact at all events is certain: it
was in a great measure through the help
which they gave to the Opposition that the
session has not been more fruitful than it
has been. Whenever the Opposition wished
to waste a night in purposeless debate, the
manœuvre was sure to be seconded by this
handful of Voltairean Radicals below the
gangway.
Such are the circumstances under which
the Government introduced their Army Bill.
But it is impossible to appreciate the importance
of that bill, or to understand the
virulence of the opposition which it encountered,
without glancing at the evil which it
sought to remedy. When the Government
resolved to ask the assent of Parliament to
a large scheme of army reform, they found
themselves hampered and fettered on all
sides by the purchase system. The army
was enclosed in a network of vested interests
which it was found impossible to break
through for the purpose of effecting even so
slight a reform as the abolition of the ranks
of ensign and cornet. It had, in fact, ceased
to be the property of the nation, and was no
longer under the control of the sovereign.
It had become mortgaged to the officers,
and it was absolutely necessary to get it
out of pawn before it could be effectually
dealt with. In short, the purchase system
must cease to exist, or all ideas of army reorganization
must be abandoned. Does anyone
think this too strong a statement of the
case? Let him consider the history of the
purchase system, and he will think so no
longer.
We have been told ad nauseam that the
purchase system has been the mainstay of
the British army. The bravery of our officers,
their well-bred manners, their discipline,
even their patriotism and loyalty, have all
been ascribed to the magic of the purchase
system, and so has the esprit de corps of the
men. Now it seems to us that there is a
hitch in this style of reasoning, inasmuch as
it implies that the things which happen to
exist together are necessarily related to each
other as cause and effect. The officers of
the British army may be all that their admirers
declare them to be,—on that point we
shall have something to say presently—but
it by no means follows that the purchase
system is the cause of their excellence.
Nearly all the merits which are claimed for
the purchase system were conspicuous in the
German army in the last war; yet the purchase
system is unknown in the German
army, and, in fact, in every army in the civilized
world, England alone excepted. Nor,
indeed, does it embrace the whole of the
English army. The navy and the marines,
the artillery and the engineers know it not.
Its advocates are therefore forced to this dilemma:
they must deny to the navy and
to the non-purchase corps of the army all
those qualities which they claim as resulting
from the purchase system, or they are bound
to admit that those qualities are independent
of the purchase system, and may continue
to exist without it. For our own part, we
have no doubt whatever that the many admirable
qualities of the British officer are
not only independent of the purchase system,
but that they remain in spite of it; for
the purchase system, as it has been in practice
among us, is essentially a demoralizing
system. We say as it has been in practice
among us, because the purchase system and
the illegal custom of paying more than the
regulation price for the value of commissions
have been proved to be inseparable. This
has been demonstrated by the Royal Commission
which examined into the subject last
year. The payment of over-regulation prices
has been forbidden in every variety of form
for more than a century, but it has grown
and prospered on its prohibitions. On a revision
of the prices of commissions, in 1766,
by a board of general officers, a royal warrant
was issued, which contains the following
stringent order with respect to over-regulation
prices:—'We having approved of the
same (i. e., the prices recommended by the
board), our will and pleasure is, that in all
cases where we shall permit any of the commissions
specified therein to be sold,[66] the
sum to be paid for the same shall not exceed
the prices set down in the said report. And
all colonels, agents and others, our military
officers, are hereby required and directed to
conform strictly and carefully to the regulation
hereby laid down and established, upon
pain of our highest displeasure.' In 1772
and 1773, some other royal warrants were
issued, prohibiting over-regulation prices in
equally peremptory terms. Still the unlawful
traffic went on unchecked, and in 1783
another step was taken to put a stop to it.
A general order was issued by the Commander-in-Chief
requiring every officer, in
sending his application for leave to dispose
of his commission at the regulated price,
'solemnly to declare, on the word and honour
of an officer and a gentleman, that nothing
beyond the price limited by his Majesty's
regulations was stipulated or promised, directly
or indirectly, and that no other mode
of compensation or gratuity was in contemplation
of the parties, or should be given or
accepted in respect of such sale or purchase.'
A similar declaration was required of the
officer desiring to purchase. He 'expressly
pledged his word and honour as an officer
and a gentleman that he would not, either
then, or at any future time, give, by any
means or in any shape whatever, directly or
indirectly, anymore than the regulated price.'
The commanding officer of the regiment was
further required to declare that he verily believed
the established regulation with regard
to price was intended to be strictly complied
with, and that no clandestine bargain subsisted
between the parties concerned. This
prohibition was extended to cases of exchange
from half-pay to full-pay, and from
one corps to another. The commanding officer
was at the same time ordered to transmit
the names of such officers in the regiment as
were willing to purchase in succession; and
in cases where the commanding officer recommended
a junior for promotion over a
senior's head, he was to give his reasons for
such recommendation. It appears, therefore,
that in establishing the rule of seniority,
tempered by selection, in regimental promotion,
Mr. Cardwell has simply revived an
item of military reform attempted about
ninety years ago. But not to dwell on that,
the general order from which we have been
quoting went on to clench its prohibition of
over-regulation prices in the following explicit
language:—
'His Majesty has, by the advice of his board
of general officers, been further pleased to declare
his determination that any officer who
shall be found to have given, or to have stipulated,
or promised, directly or indirectly, to give
anything beyond the regulated price, in disobedience
to these his Majesty's orders, or by
any subterfuge or equivocation to have evaded
the same, and to have thereby shamefully forfeited
his honour as an officer and a gentleman,
shall be dismissed from his Majesty's service.'
Still the evil went on. Officers found
means of evading the law and escaping punishment,
apparently without any prejudice
to their honour as officers and gentlemen in
the eyes of the profession. Three years
later, therefore, that is, in 1786, another attempt
was made to compel British officers to
keep their solemn and plighted word of honour;
for it came to that. A circular letter
was addressed by the Secretary of War to
colonels of regiments, forbidding officers
about to retire to make any stipulation as to
their successors, and insisting that they
should sell out or exchange 'in favour of
such persons as his Majesty should think fit
to approve.' For it was discovered that by
leaving officers at liberty to select their successors
they found means to elude the strict
orders prohibiting over-regulation prices.
In 1804, two circulars were issued by the
Commander-in-Chief, one addressed to army
agents against the secret traffic in respect to
commissions, carried on with officers of the
army; the other to commanding officers of
regiments, giving them precise directions,
which were to be strictly observed, in the purchase
and sale of all commissions. This paper
states that 'his Majesty's regulations in
regard to the sums to be given and received
for commissions in the army,' had 'in
various instances been disregarded.' The
previous orders on the subject are therefore
repeated, and then 'the Commander-in-Chief
thinks proper to declare that any officer who
shall be found to have given, directly or indirectly,
anything beyond the regulated
prices, in disobedience to his Majesty's orders,
or to have attempted to evade the regulations
in any manner whatever, will be reported
by the Commander-in-Chief to his
Majesty, in order that he may be removed
from the service.' Up to this time, and for
three years more, the prohibition of payments
in excess of the regulation price rested
entirely on royal warrants and regulations.
In 1807, however, a clause was inserted in
the Mutiny Act, making it a misdemeanor
for any agents to traffic in the sale of commissions,
since 'great inconvenience had
arisen to his Majesty's service,' from the fact
that 'much larger sums than are allowed by
his Majesty's regulations are often given and
received for commissions, and great frauds
committed.' This is the first Parliamentary
condemnation of over-regulation prices, and
it will be observed that the enactment applies
to army agents only; officers are not
included. But in the year 1809, an Act was
passed for the 'Further Prevention of the
Sale and Brokerage of Offices,' and in that
Act Parliamentary sanction is given for the
first time to the various prohibitions of over-regulation
prices by royal warrant. Not
only was an officer to be immediately cashiered
who paid, received, or connived at the
payment of over-regulation prices, but further,
'as an encouragement for the detection
of such practices, such commission so forfeited
shall be sold, and half the regulated
value (not exceeding £500) shall be paid to
the informer.'
It is not necessary to follow the various alterations
which the Mutiny Act underwent
in 1815–1829, for they are of no great importance.
But it is time that we should
take stock of our inquiry thus far, and endeavour
to gauge the influence of the purchase
system on the character of the officers
affected by it, as attested by competent witnesses.
It is obvious that up to the period
at which we have now arrived, that is, up to
the year 1829, the payment of over-regulation
prices was found to be practically inseparable
from the purchase system. Nothing
could have been done to stop it which was
not done, except the detection and condign
punishment of the offenders. The Sovereign,
the Commander-in-Chief, the War Secretary,
and Parliament, all set their faces
against the illegal traffic, and fulminated
threats and penal enactments against it; but
all their efforts proved unavailing, because
there was an evident conspiracy among the
general body of officers to defeat the law,
and, it is sad to add, to dishonour their own
word. For let it be remembered that the
officer who sold, and the officer who bought,
and the commanding officer of the regiment
in which the transaction took place, were all
required 'solemnly to declare,' and did 'solemnly
declare on the word and honour of an
officer and a gentleman,' that, 'neither directly
nor indirectly,' had anything been paid or
stipulated for beyond the regulated price.
And yet it was notorious that officers were
constantly in the habit of evading all their
engagements 'by subterfuge or equivocation,'
and were thereby habitually violating their
plighted word, or, to quote again the language
of the royal warrant, 'had thereby
shamefully forfeited their honour as officers
and gentlemen.'
Now, we should be inclined to say, à
priori, that a system which encouraged and
enabled officers in the army to 'shamefully
forfeit their honour as officers and gentlemen,'
could not fail to have a vicious and demoralizing
influence, not only on their professional
character as officers, but on their
whole ἦθος as men. The Duke of Wellington
has often been quoted in recent debates
as having said that he had an army 'which
could go anywhere and do anything.' No
doubt the Duke of Wellington succeeded,
by dint of hard fighting, and the rare qualities
which he possessed as a commander, to
manufacture such an army out of the materials
that came to his hand; but that was by
no means the kind of army which the purchase
system gave him. On the contrary,
he was continually complaining, up to Waterloo,
of the ignorance, the stupidity, the
insubordination, and, in short, the general
inefficiency of his officers. He could trust
them in nothing, he said; for they either
could not understand and execute his commands,
or they deliberately disobeyed them.
And in some cases he found them shirking
their duties, and asking permission to return
to England on trivial pleas. But it will be
better to let the Duke speak for himself. On
the 15th of May, 1811, he wrote to the Earl
of Liverpool a letter, in which he expresses
great vexation at the escape of 1,400 of the
enemy, although he had 'employed two divisions
and a brigade to prevent their escape,'
and 'had done everything that could be done
in the way of order and instruction.' And
then he goes on to add:—
'I certainly feel every day more and more
the difficulty of the situation in which I am
placed. I am obliged to be everywhere, and if
absent from any operation something goes
wrong. It is to be hoped that the general and
other officers of the army will at last acquire
that experience which will teach them that success
can be attained only by attention to the
most minute details, and by tracing every part
of every operation from its origin to its conclusion,
point by point, and ascertaining that the
whole is understood by those who are to execute
it.'
In another letter to the Earl of Liverpool,
dated July 20, 1811, he recommends
'the adoption of the rule which I have made in
respect to staff appointments attached to the
British army, viz., that those who hold them
shall receive no emolument on account of them
if absent from their duty on account of their
health for a greater length of time than two
months, unless their absence should have been
occasioned by wounds.'
He thinks that this rule will probably be
considered harsh, but he insists on it as
necessary, on account of 'the abuse of sick
certificates.' In a letter dated 29th September,
1811, and also addressed to the Earl of
Liverpool, he uses the following strong language:—
'I must also observe that British officers require
to be kept in order, as well as the soldiers
under their command, particularly in a foreign
service. The experience which I have had of
their conduct in the Portuguese service has
shown me that there must be an authority, and
that a strong one, to keep them within due
bounds; otherwise they would only disgust the
soldiers over whom they should be placed, the
officers whom they should be destined to assist,
and the country in whose service they should
be employed.'
Again:—
'The ignorance of their duty of the officers of
the army who are every day arriving in this
country, and the general inattention and disobedience
to orders by many of those who have
been long here, increase the details of the duty
to such an extent as to render it almost impracticable
to carry it on; and owing to this disobedience
and neglect, I can depend upon nothing,
however well regulated and ordered.'—Letter
to Lieut.-General Hill, Oct. 13, 1811.
At Freneda, on the 19th of February, 1813,
he issued the following general order:—
'The commander of the forces is concerned
to be obliged to notice such repeated disobedience
to orders on every subject. It might have
been expected that in a case in which the convenience
of the officers themselves was the
object of the orders issued, they would have
been obeyed; but the general officers and
commanding officers of regiments may depend
upon it that until they enforce obedience to
every order, and see that the officers under
them understand and recollect what is ordered,
those subjects of complaint must exist.'
The following letter shows what the Duke
meant when he said that he had an army
that would 'go anywhere and do anything.'
In the rank and file he had splendid material,
but here is his description of the kind of
officers which the purchase system gave
him:—
'I have received your letter of the 5th, and
I am sorry that I cannot recommend —— for
promotion, because I have had him in arrest
since the battle for disobeying an order given
to him by me verbally. The fact is, that if
discipline means habits of obedience to orders,
as well as military instruction, we have but
little of it in the army. Nobody ever thinks of
obeying an order; and all the regulations of
the Horse Guards, as well as of the War Office,
and all the orders of the army applicable to
this peculiar service, are so much waste paper.
It is, however, an unrivalled army for fighting,
if the soldiers can only be kept in their ranks
during the battle; but it wants some of those
qualities which are indispensable to enable a
general to bring them into the field in the order
in which an army ought to be to meet an
enemy, or to take all the advantage to be derived
from a victory; and the cause of these
defects is the want of habits of obedience and
attention to orders by the inferior officers; and
indeed, I might add, by all. They never attend
to an order with an intention to obey it,
or sufficiently to understand it, be it ever so
clear, and therefore never obey it when obedience
becomes troublesome, or difficult, or important.'—Letter
to Colonel Torrens, dated
July 18, 1813.
Two more extracts from the Duke of
Wellington's correspondence must suffice for
this part of our survey:—
'I really believe that, with the exception of
my old Spanish infantry, I have got not only
the worst troops, but the worst equipped army,
with the worst staff, that was ever brought
together.'—Letter to Earl Bathurst, dated
June 25, 1815.
In the same letter he goes on to complain
of an officer who 'knows no more of his
business than a child, and I am obliged to
do it for him; and, after all, I cannot get
him to do what I order him.'
For the following extract we are indebted
to an able pamphlet entitled 'The Purchase
System,' by the author of 'The Second Armada:'—
'Our officer is a gentleman.... Indeed, we
carry this principle of the gentleman, and the
objection of intercourse with those under his
command, so far, as that, in my opinion, the
duty of a subaltern officer, as done in a foreign
army, is not done at all in the cavalry or the
British infantry of the line. It is done in the
Guards by the sergeants. Then our gentleman-officer,
however admirable his conduct in the
field, however honourable to himself, however
glorious and advantageous to his country, is but
a poor creature in disciplining his company, in
camp, quarters or cantonments.'—Letter of
Duke of Wellington, dated April 22, 1829.
Our inquiry has now led us to this result.
The purchase system and the abuse of over-regulation
prices have been found to be so
bound up together that all efforts to destroy
the one while retaining the other have always
ended in the most signal failure; and the
demoralizing influence of the whole system
was such that the officers of the British army
were in the habit of 'shamefully forfeiting
their honour as officers and gentlemen,' and
were utterly incompetent, the Duke of
Wellington being witness, to fill the most
ordinary duties of their profession. In none
of the extracts, however, which we have quoted
from the Duke of Wellington's published
despatches does he directly attribute the
evils of which he complains to the purchase
system, with its inseparable concomitant, the
payment of over-regulation prices. His mind
was too much occupied with the daily labour
of correcting the faults of his officers to find
time to analyze the causes of which those
faults were the natural offspring. Here and
there, however, we find indications that the
inefficiency of his officers and the system of
purchase were in his mind intimately connected.
This, at all events, is the sense in
which we read the following extract from a
letter to the Commissary-in-Chief, dated
November 6, 1810:—
'I may be wrong, but I have objections to
all those rules which prevent the promotion of
officers of merit. It is the abuse of the unlimited
power of promotion which ought to be
prevented; but the power itself ought not to
be taken, by regulation, from the Crown, or
from those who do the business of the Crown.
By these regulations we are undermining as
fast as possible the efficiency of the Government.
There is no power anywhere of rewarding
extraordinary services or extraordinary
merit; and, under circumstances which require
unwearied attention in every branch and department
of our military system, we appear to
be framing regulations to prevent ourselves
from commanding it by the only stimulus—the
honourable reward of merit.'
It is plain that this criticism strikes at the
very root and essence of the purchase system;
nor is it the only criticism of the kind
that the Duke of Wellington has left on
record. In March, 1824, the Commander-in-Chief,
the Duke of York, submitted to
the Duke of Wellington, then Master of the
Ordnance, three plans of military reform
which he had in contemplation. Those
plans, unfortunately, are not given, but we
gather from the correspondence between the
Duke and Major-General Sir Herbert Taylor,
that it was proposed, among other things,
'to stop all regimental promotion by purchase,
and on the retirement of an officer
the successor to be selected by the Commander-in-Chief
from the general mass.' It
is impossible, without having the whole correspondence
before us, clearly to make out
what the Duke's views were on this point;
but it is obvious that this part of the scheme
is in the fullest accord with the opinions expressed
by him in the passage last quoted;
and we may therefore presume that, if he
could have seen his way to any fair and
practicable plan for abolishing purchase, he
would have given it his support. But, however
that may be, one thing is beyond all
doubt—the Duke of Wellington condemned
absolutely and peremptorily the payment of
over-regulation prices. Witness the following
passage in his letter to Sir Herbert Taylor,
dated 'London, 17th March, 1824:'—
'I would forbid any brokers to interfere, and
would declare the determination of the Commander-in-Chief
to recommend to his Majesty
to cancel the grant of any commission granted
in consequence of any negotiation with them.
I would likewise recommend to his Royal Highness
to declare to the army his determination
to recommend to his Majesty to cancel any
commission granted for which it shall appear
that the officer appointed to it has paid more
than the regulated price, and to dismiss from
his Majesty's service any colonel or commanding
officer of a regiment who may appear to
have forwarded or recommended such appointment,
knowing that more than the regulated
price had been, or was to be, paid for it.'
'I am afraid,' he adds despondingly, 'that
much of what I above proposed is difficult
to carry into execution, and, as I have above
stated, it may be impossible to prevent the
evil altogether.' In his reply, Sir Herbert
Taylor reminded the Duke that the payment
of over-regulation prices was already forbidden
by Act of Parliament, and that the prohibition
was sanctioned by the imposition of
penalties which were, in fact, severer than
those suggested by the Duke. 'But in
either case the difficulty is to establish the
proof, without which the promotion could
not be cancelled, nor the officer himself, or
those parties to the transaction, dismissed
the service.' What stronger proof could we
have that the illegal and immoral traffic in
over-regulation prices clung, as an inseparable
parasite, to the purchase system, and
could be destroyed only by cutting down the
trunk which supported it?
We have now arrived at the year 1824.
Up to that time the regulation was still in
force which obliged every officer who was in
any way concerned in any step of regimental
promotion to declare on his solemn word
of honour as an officer and a gentleman
that he was not, directly or indirectly, privy
to any payment made or stipulated for beyond
the regulation price. But this pledge
was deliberately and systematically violated.
'Upon this point,' says the Duke of Wellington,
in the letter to Sir Herbert Taylor
already quoted, 'I believe we are all agreed, as
likewise that the certificate upon honour is
useless; that it is commonly signed whether
the contents are known to be true or known
to be otherwise, and that on this ground
alone it ought to be discontinued.' Now
let the reader just pause for a moment, and
consider what this implies. It means that
the officer who retired, the officer who succeeded
him, and the commanding officer of
the regiment in which the transaction took
place, all pledged their word and honour as
officers and gentlemen to a declaration which
they knew to be a lie. Nor were they a small
minority who so acted—a minority looked
down upon by the general body of their
brother officers as men who had disgraced
themselves. On the contrary, this practice
of dishonouring their plighted word was all
but universal wherever the system of purchase
prevailed. At the very time when the
Duke of Wellington was bringing this serious
indictment against the truthfulness and
honour of British officers, there was a debate
going on in the House of Commons on the
Mutiny Act; and it was proposed to abolish
the certificate upon honour, on the ground
that there was 'scarcely one case in ten in
which officers received their commissions at
the regulated price.' 'Scarcely one case in
ten' in which British officers did not violate
their word of honour and subscribe their
names to a lie! And to perpetuate a system
which produced this result, some two
hundred gentlemen in the House of Commons
and a majority in the House of Lords
had recourse this session to tactics which,
but for the resolution of the Premier, would
have wasted the best part of the session, and
brought an amount of discredit on Parliament
from which it might have found it
hard to recover. But more of that anon.
In pity to the frail virtue of the British
officer, the certificate upon honour was abolished
in April, 1824, and has not since been
revived. But the illegality of over-regulation
prices was at the same time reaffirmed,
and the same penalties, which had proved
so unavailing, were reiterated.
This is briefly, but substantially, the history
of the question up to this year. 'The
result of our inquiry,' says the Royal Commission
of 1870, 'is that the payment and
the receipt by officers of the army of any
sum in excess of the regulated price for the
purchase, sale, or exchange of commissions
is expressly prohibited by the Act of 49
Geo. III. c. 126.' Indeed, it was impossible
that the commissioners could have come to
any other conclusion. The facts are too
plain to admit of more than one interpretation;
and, moreover, the courts of justice
had already ruled the point. In a case that
came before him in 1855, the Lord Chief
Baron of the Exchequer decided that an undertaking
by an officer to give up his commission
in a regiment in consideration of a
sum of money promised him beyond the
regulated price, was an illegal transaction,
and brought the parties concerned within
the provisions and penalties of the Act of
49 Geo. III. c. 126. This construction of
the Act was confirmed, in 1862, by the Court
of Common Pleas. Yet this illegal practice
has lived and thrived up to this very year, in
spite of all the attempts made at various
times to put it down. 'We have no reason
to doubt,' says the Report of the Royal Commission
of 1870, 'that it prevailed from the
time when the prices of commissions were
first fixed in the year 1719–20;' and 'experience
has shown that the most explicit prohibitions
and the most stringent regulations
have utterly failed to prevent or even check
the practice.' Is there need of further evidence
to prove that it was impossible to
destroy the illegal and degrading practice of
over-regulation prices without the entire
abolition of the purchase system?
We have seen how completely the officers
reared under the purchase system failed in
all the requirements of their profession
during the Peninsular War. Is there any
reason to believe that the same class of officers
would come scathless out of a similar
ordeal now? Doubtless, the officers of the
British army have participated in the general
advancement of society in knowledge
and in other respects during the last fifty
years. But has their improvement been in
anything like the same ratio as that visible
in other professions? We seriously doubt
it. We believe, indeed, that we have now a
far larger proportion of able and highly-trained
officers than we had when the Duke
of Wellington expressed the opinions which
we have quoted. Still, taking our officers in
the aggregate, we believe that they are far
below the standard even of respectable competency.
This, at all events, is the frank
confession of a distinguished officer, who
happens, in addition, to be a strenuous upholder
of the purchase system. In his evidence
before the Royal Commission on military
education in 1869, Lord Strathnairn declared
as follows:—
'These mistakes (which he had just mentioned)
consist in officers giving the wrong words
of command, and being unable to execute necessary,
and often the simplest movements.
Some officers of long standing, and even commanding
officers, are ignorant of the simple but
important detail, the difference between a
change of front and a change of position....
Movements are learnt by rote for the occasion....
Hence, at my inspections, in
India as well as in Ireland, of regiments, when
I have asked officers the object of evolutions in
the book, or called on them to perform simple
strategical movements adapted to them, I have
found that they are ignorant of their use or
the advantage to be derived from them in operations....
As officers are uninstructed
in the first principles of practical or field operations
and movements, they are equally in the
dark as to those of a higher order, or which
are connected with ground.... The whole
course of my evidence goes to prove that, owing
to a mistaken system of education and
training, and want of reward for merit, the absence
of proper qualifications, of course with
exceptions, exists in all grades, including that
of commanding officers.'
These opinions do not greatly differ from
those which the Duke of Wellington expressed
in Spain sixty years ago, and we believe
that they would be confirmed by every
competent authority; indeed, they are abundantly
confirmed in the voluminous Blue
Book from which we have extracted them.
Now, this professional ignorance is a much
more serious matter in our time than it was
when the Duke of Wellington was fighting
against the armies of Napoleon; for in the
scientific mastery of his profession the British
officer of that day was probably not far
behind the officers against whom he was
pitted. On both sides the art of war was
learnt, for the most part, in the field, and
under the tuition of the two great captains
of the age. There is very little doubt that,
but for the genius of Wellington, the Peninsular
campaign would have ended, as far as
the British army was concerned, in disaster
and ignominy. But the conditions of warfare
have been greatly changed since then.
Arms of precision, and other improvements
in the mechanics of war, have an increasing
tendency to diminish the value of individual
dash and pluck, and to exalt in a relative
proportion the importance of professional
skill. The most admirable combinations on
the part of a general may now, much more
easily than heretofore, be defeated by the
bungling of a subordinate. The intelligence
and precision with which superior orders
were executed by the youngest subalterns in
the German army during the late war was a
theme of general admiration; and is it not
clear that an army equal to the German in
all other respects, but inferior to it in this
all-important point, must have been inevitably
worsted? But subalterns are the raw
material out of which generals are made,
and it stands to reason, taking human nature
as it is, that when you take from men the
ordinary incentives to exertion, they are not
likely to arrive at any high degree of excellence
in their calling. A system which promotes
the indolent rich dullard over the industrious
poor man of brains, is sure to damp the
energies of both: of the one because his money
enables him to obtain without labour what
he covets; of the other, because he knows
that, without money, industry and brains
are of no avail. The Duke of Cambridge,
in his evidence before the Royal Commission
of 1870, stated, as the result of his experience,
that rich young men, having fewer
motives for exertion than others, would not
take the trouble to excel in their profession.
But rich young men are precisely the class of
officers who are cherished by the purchase system—men
who join the army for a few years
as a fashionable pastime, but who have never
had any serious intention to make the profession
of arms the business of their life. It
is notorious, on the other hand, that the purchase
system keeps in subordinate ranks
many men who have genius to command
armies. Now and then they come to the
surface in the general sifting which real war
occasions, but only after much mischief has
meanwhile been done by the incapacity of
those whom the accident of having a heavier
purse had placed over their heads. The Indian
Mutiny discovered the talents of Sir
Henry Havelock, who had been purchased
over so often that he was constrained to
speak thus of himself in his fifty-sixth
year:—'The honour of an old soldier on the
point of having his juniors put over him is
so sensitive that, if I had no family to support,
and the right of choice in my own
hands, I would not serve one hour longer.'
Lord Clyde, in his evidence before the Commission
of 1856, says:—'I have known very
many estimable men, having higher qualities
as officers than usual, men of real promise
and merit, and well educated, but who could
not purchase; when such men were purchased
over, their ardour cooled, and they frequently
left the service; or, when they continued,
it was from necessity, and not from
any love of the profession.' In fact, Lord
Clyde was himself a conspicuous example of
the mischief of the purchase system. He
had several times been purchased over, and,
but for the Crimean War, it is probable that
he would never have commanded an army.
Where, indeed, can we find a stronger argument
against the purchase system than in
the Crimean war itself? The gallantry and
endurance of men and officers alike were beyond
all praise. But when that admission
has been made, what else can be said with
truth in praise of that campaign? Was it
not, all through, one dreary series of military
blunders and general mismanagement unrelieved
by one single ray of military genius
engendered by the purchase system? A
French General is said to have characterized
the British troops at Inkerman as 'an army
of lions led by asses.' Whether the epigram
was really uttered by the General in question,
or was one of the inventions of the British
camp, it certainly expressed a very general
feeling both at home and in the Crimean
army.
Another objection to the purchase system
is, that it sets a premium on cowardice. According
to a return furnished by Messrs. Cox
and Co., who are agents for twenty-one regiments
of cavalry, and one hundred and twelve
battalions of infantry, exclusive of the household
cavalry and brigade of Guards, the following
is a correct statement of the regulation
prices and over-regulation prices of commissions
in the cavalry regiments for which
they are agents:—
| | Regulation. | Over-regulation. | Total. |
| Cornet | £450 | — | £450 |
| Lieutenant | 250 | £575 | 825 |
| Captain | 1,100 | 2,006 | 3,106 |
| Major | 1,400 | 1,600 | 3,000 |
| Lieut.-Colonel | 1,300 | 1,794 | 3,094 |
| | _______ | ______ | _______ |
| | £4,500 | £5,975 | £10,475 |
It appears from this statement that the
average over-regulation price paid in the
cavalry is more than double the present regulation
price. In the infantry of the line
the over-regulation price is not so high as
this, but it is nevertheless considerable; and
the upshot of the whole matter is that, according
to the estimate furnished from
Messrs. Cox's office, the sum of £3,577,325
is at this moment invested by officers in
their commissions over and above the regulation
price. In other words, the army, as
we have already observed, is mortgaged to
the officers by a long-established system of
illegal traffic; and no reform was possible
till that system was destroyed root and
branch. But our immediate object is to
show that the system really puts a premium
on cowardice, or, at least, on a dereliction of
patriotism. Let us take the case of the
colonel who has paid upwards of £10,000
for his commission, and let us suppose him
to have a family, but to have no private fortune.
A war breaks out, and he is ordered
on foreign service. He dies from one of the
numerous causes—other than wounds which
are incident to a soldier's life in a campaign—and
the consequence is that his investment
of £10,475 is lost for ever to his family.
The only exception to this hard fate is
the case of an officer killed in action, or dying
within six months of wounds received in
the face of the enemy. And even in that
case the hardship is only mitigated, not redressed;
for the families of such officers are
not allowed to receive more than the value
of the regulation price of the commission.
We thus see that at the very moment when
the officer's mind ought to be most free from
all disturbing influences, it is, in reality, likely
to be distracted between two conflicting
duties: the duty of making provision for his
family on the one hand, and the duty of sacrificing
his life, if need be, for his Queen and
country on the other.
Nor is death in the fulfilment of his duty
the only event which involves the forfeiture
of the money paid by an officer in excess of
the over-regulation price. He may be dismissed
from the service or may receive a hint
to retire quietly on condition of being permitted
to sell his commission. In either
case he loses the value of his over-regulation
investment. The same thing happens in the
case of an officer promoted to the rank of a
major-general on the fixed establishment.
He cannot recover any portion of what he
has paid for his commissions.
Other illustrations might be given, such
as the case of officers placed on temporary
half-pay in consequence of a reduction in the
establishment; but enough has surely been
said to show the utterly indefensible character
of the purchase system, and to prove that
no efficient scheme of army reorganization
was possible till the system was swept clean
away. Our main purpose, however, has not
been to demonstrate the irretrievable badness
of the purchase system, but to draw the
attention of our readers to the astounding
fact that, for the sake of perpetuating this
rotten system, an organized attempt, almost
unparalleled in the annals of Parliament, was
made by an Opposition in a hopeless minority,
to defeat by factious means the declared
wishes of the majority, and so to waste the
best part of the session. The scheme of the
Government, on the motion for its second
reading, was submitted to a prolonged and
exhaustive debate, and on the last night
of the debate, when it was evident that
it would be carried by an overwhelming
majority, the leader of the Opposition made
a speech for the purpose of persuading his
followers that, however imperfect the bill
might be in details, its animus was so good
as to entitle it to a favourable consideration
in committee. 'The animus of the measure
is purely good,' he said, 'and the proposal of
the Government is the first attempt to weld
the three great arms of the country—the regulars,
the militia, and the volunteers—into
one force.' The amendment was accordingly
negatived without a division.
But by-and-bye Mr. Lowe produced his
unpopular and unstatesmanlike budget, and
Mr. Disraeli saw his opportunity. In the
middle of March he ventured to ridicule the
purchase system as
'Very much belonging to the same class of
questions as a marriage with a deceased wife's
sister. Each side is convinced that their solution
is the only one absolutely necessary for
the welfare of society; while calmer minds,
who do not take so extreme an interest in the
subject, are of opinion that, whatever way it
may be decided, it is possible that affairs may
go on much the same.'
Two or three weeks later, when Mr. Disraeli
wanted to rally the colonels around him
in his attack on the Government, he suddenly
turned round and defended purchase with
the zeal of a fanatic. And then began, under
the sanction of the Opposition leader,
that series of Fabian tactics which wasted so
much of the session, and which, if not opposed
to the letter of parliamentary usage,
were certainly at variance with its spirit. It
has hitherto been understood that the principle
of a bill is affirmed on its second reading.
Now the cardinal principle of Mr.
Cardwell's bill was the abolition of purchase
in the army, and it was affirmed by the
House of Commons without a division.
Yet the question of purchase was fought
again, fiercely, over every clause, almost
over every word of the bill in its passage
through committee. When one amendment
was disposed of, it suddenly appeared
again in another shape by some ingenious
abuse of the forms of the House.
At last, however, the Bill left the House
of Commons, and was presented to the
House of Lords in the middle of July.
There it was met, on the part of the Opposition,
by the following amendment:—
'That this House is unwilling to assent to a
second reading of this bill until it has laid
before it, either by her Majesty's Government,
or through the medium of an inquiry and report
of a Royal Commission, a complete and
comprehensive scheme for the first appointment,
promotion, and retirement of officers;
for the amalgamation of the regular and auxiliary
land forces; and for securing the other
changes necessary to place the military system
of the country on a sound and efficient basis.'[67]
Either the amendment was insincere on
the face of it, or it betrayed the most culpable
ignorance. Lord Northbrook had, in
fact, anticipated it in a speech of remarkable
ability, in which he showed that the Duke
of Richmond's amendment was simply inept.
For the scheme of the Government fulfilled
all the conditions required by the amendment,
except in the matter of retirement;
and that was one of those details which
could not have been put into a bill beforehand,
but must be dealt with in the light
and under the guidance of experience. The
bill was supposed to have been so mutilated
in its passage through the House of Commons,
that nothing remained of it except the
naked proposal to abolish purchase. But
the plain fact was, as Lord Northbrook
pointed out, that the provisions which had
been dropped did not affect the bill vitally,
or even materially. One was an extension
of the Enlistment Act—a matter of no importance;
another related to the ballot for
the militia—also of no immediate importance;
and the third of the abandoned provisions
was that which empowered counties
to raise money for supplying militia barracks.
In all other respects the bill reached the
House of Lords in the shape in which it had
been introduced in the House of Commons,
and the proposal to postpone the consideration
of it till more information was furnished
was obviously nothing more than a device
for saving the purchase system, with all its
evil and all its scandal, for at least another
year. The amendment was carried, however,
by a majority of twenty-five.
The Government was thus placed in a
most awkward dilemma. They had the
choice, on the one hand, of accepting the
practical rejection of the bill for a year; and
the consequence of doing so would have
been as follows:—The exhaustive discussion
of the subject in the House of Commons
would have been thrown away; all the plans
of the Government for the reorganization of
the army must have remained in abeyance
for at least another year; and the interests
of the officers would in the meantime have
been needlessly sacrificed, for in such a state
of uncertainty the value of over-regulation
prices would probably have fallen to zero.
Moreover, we should have had such an agitation
throughout the country as would, almost
to a certainty, have made it impossible for
any Government to offer a second time the
very liberal terms which officers are now enabled
to secure. The Opposition denounced
the compensation which the Government offered
to the officers as wasteful expenditure,
and if the short-sighted vote of the House
of Lords had not been set aside, the country
would have taken the Opposition at its word,
and have refused to sanction so much of the
increased expenditure as was caused by the
payment of over-regulation prices. Purchase
would have gone inevitably; but the officers
would have lost more than half the compensation
which is now secured to them. And
for this they would have had to thank their
injudicious champions in both Houses of
Parliament. The Government has literally
'saved them from their friends.' Earl
Russell and the Marquis of Salisbury fired
up with indignation when this warning was
whispered in their ears during the debate on
the second reading of the Army Bill. 'It
had been suggested,' said the former, 'that
if the amendment were carried the proposal
of the Government to compensate officers
for what was called the over-regulation price
would be withdrawn; but he must say that
that seemed to him to be an incredible supposition....
If compensation for over-regulation
prices was just in March, 1871, it
could not be unjust twelve months later.'
With all due deference to Lord Russell,
we think that time is an element in the
case, and that an offer which was just this
year might be unjust next year. It would
have been the duty of the Government to
consider the will of the country as well
as the interests of the officers, and to take
care that the former did not suffer by any
undue consideration for the latter. A man
who refuses a more than equitable offer by
way of compensation for a loss incurred in
an illegal manner, has no right to complain
if the offer is not repeated, more especially
if he has received fair warning of what is
likely to be the consequence of his refusal.
But, whether just or not, the plain
truth is that the House of Commons
would not have sanctioned a second time
the payment of over-regulation prices. In
the interest of the officers themselves, therefore,
in the interest of the House of Lords
also, but, most of all, in the interest of
the army and of the nation, the Government
was bound to avail itself of any legal
means which might enable it to prevent the
mischief that could not fail to follow from
the rash vote of the House of Lords.
Ministers accordingly advised the Queen to
abolish purchase by royal warrant, which
was at once done. This has been called a
coup d'état, and a display of 'high-handed
despotism.' But no one whose opinion is
worth anything has ventured to question the
legality of the act. Sir Roundell Palmer,
whose absence from the House of Commons
at the time was supposed to indicate his disapproval,
has given the high sanction of his
authority, not only to the legality, but to the
advisability, under the circumstances, of what
the Ministry had done. But though the legality
of the act has not been disputed, a
chorus of voices in and out of Parliament
have pronounced it 'unconstitutional.' It is
not easy to see the distinction. An unconstitutional
act we take to mean an act perpetrated
in violation of the constitution. But
what part of the constitution has been
infringed, either in letter or in spirit, by the
exercise of the royal warrant in the abolition
of purchase in the army? The purchase
system was created by royal warrant, nor
has it ever rested on any other sanction.
Constitutionally and legally, therefore, all
that was required for its abolition was
merely the withdrawal of the warrant which
gave it existence; and that is precisely what
has been done. Constitutional or legal objection
there is none that can bear a moment's
examination, and the whole matter
resolves itself into a question of expediency.
Those who consider the purchase system
the mainstay of the British army will, of
course, be of opinion that it was highly inexpedient
to abolish it. Others, however,
who prefer to look at the question in the
light of facts rather than of theory and sentiment,
will say that it was expedient to
abolish at the earliest moment in which it
could legally be done, a system whose history
is such as we have described, and the
continuance of which for another year, after
all that had taken place, would have been
fraught with evil to public morality, and
have effectually prevented in the interval all
possibility of reorganizing the army.
But the sting of the royal warrant abolishing
purchase in the army lay doubtless in
the fact that it was only exercised after the
consent of Parliament had been previously
asked, and (by the Lords) refused. And if
this humiliation had been put upon the
House of Lords wantonly, and without sufficient
cause, the Government would have
merited very severe censure. But was there
not a sufficient cause? In the first place,
the abolition of purchase was part of a large
scheme, which embraced, inter alia, a very
liberal offer of compensation for the extinction
of the vested interests which the officers
of the army had illegally contracted. It
seemed, therefore, more respectful to the
House of Commons, which was asked to
vote the money, that the scheme of the
Government should be submitted to it in its
integrity; and there is no doubt, we apprehend,
that if the House of Commons had
met the second reading of the bill by a vote
similar to that which was carried in the
House of Lords, the Government would
have bowed to the decision. But the question
assumed quite a different aspect after
the bill had been affirmed, in all its essential
features, by decisive majorities in the House
of Commons. It was then in the power of
the Government to abolish purchase by
royal warrant, and to send the bill, thus disencumbered
of its bone of contention, up to
the House of Lords. But the Lords would
certainly have resented such treatment even
more indignantly than they did the subsequent
rescinding of their vote. So the
bill was presented to them as it left the
lower House; and they met it, not by a
direct negative, not even by an amendment
affirming the expediency of retaining the
purchase system, but by a motion for delay.
The debate which followed, however, clearly
showed that the majority in the upper
House were in reality fighting, not for more
information, but for the retention of the purchase
system. The consequence of yielding
to their injudicious vote would therefore have
been simply the waste of a precious twelvemonth;
for everybody admitted that the
purchase system was doomed, and could not
survive another year. But it would have
been much more satisfactory if it could
have been abolished by Act of Parliament,
for its resurrection would have been a moral
impossibility; whereas, as matters now stand,
it may be revived any moment by the same
process which has for the time destroyed it.
This consideration alone seems to us to be a
sufficient justification for the course which
the Government took. The abolition of
purchase by Act of Parliament was the
more excellent way, and the Government
was right in trying it before availing itself
of its last resource in the royal warrant.
And certainly the officers are the last persons
who ought to complain of what has
been done; for there can be little doubt
that if the Government had begun by abolishing
purchase it would have found it hard,
in the absence of a quid pro quo, to persuade
the House of Commons to sanction
the swollen estimates which compensation
for over-regulation prices necessitated. The
Lords, too, if they would only consider the
matter calmly, would see reason to be grateful
to a Government which has rescued them
from much obloquy and from a most dangerous
agitation. It is hardly an exaggeration
to say that the rejection of the Ballot Bill
and of the Army Bill in one session would
have gravely imperilled the existence of the
House of Lords, at least in its present form.
But the unavoidable mortification which the
Government was compelled to inflict upon it
served to appease the public resentment, and
even to create a certain degree of sympathy
in favour of our hereditary legislators.
The limits of our space forbid us to do
more than notice very cursorily the remaining
Ministerial achievements of the session.
We do not know what others may think, but
our own opinion is that the University Tests
Bill is at least as important a measure as the
Divorce Bill, which was about the sole legislative
triumph of the session of 1857. To the
readers of the British Quarterly, at all
events, that session will not appear a barren
one which has thrown open to Nonconformists
the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge.
Nor will the working classes quarrel
seriously with a session which has given them
the Trades' Unions Bill. The repeal of the
Ecclesiastical Titles Bill may be considered
a small matter. But the passage of it through
Parliament consumed the best part of a
session, and disturbed the peace of the three
kingdoms. It was, moreover, a stride backward
in civilization, for it was one of those
attempts, against which Nonconformists have
always protested, to defend the truth by the
carnal weapons of penal legislation. It was
also the commencement of a retrograde
policy towards Ireland. When the Queen
visited that country, and on several other
occasions, the territorial titles of the Irish
Roman Catholic bishops were freely recognised
in official documents. The Ecclesiastical
Titles Bill made them penal, and the result
was what men of sense predicted at the
the time. The bill became a dead letter; for
it was systematically violated, because it was
too absurd and too antagonistic to the principles
of religious liberty to be enforced.
There was a moral fitness in its repeal, under
the Premiership of Mr. Gladstone, for his
was the great speech which exposed its mischief
and its incongruities when it was
passing through the House of Commons.
The Ballot Bill can hardly be reckoned
among the achievements of the session, since
it has failed to become law; but it is
certainly one of the achievements of the Government.
It was carried through the House
of Commons by overwhelming majorities,
and it is not the fault of the Government
that it is not now on the statute book. The
Ministry was blamed for pressing it on, knowing
that the Lords would reject it; but the
Ministry had no such knowledge. On the
contrary, there was some reason to believe
that the Peers would have been satisfied with
thwarting one of the capital measures of the
session. But even if the Government had
felt morally certain that the Lords would reject
the Ballot Bill, we still insist that they
were bound to go on with it. Nothing did
so much to damage the prestige of Parliamentary
Government, and to exasperate the
working classes against the old Parliament as
the dolce far niente policy of the Palmerstonian
régime. Lord Palmerston's adroitness
consisted mainly in combining the maximum
of liberal promises with the minimum of
liberal fulfilment. He took up measures to
conciliate the more Liberal of the electors,
and dropped them to conciliate the majority
of the House of Commons. More valuable,
therefore, even than the passage of the
Ballot Bill into law, is the assurance which
the conduct of the Government has given
that it was thoroughly in earnest. But it
was contended in influential quarters that
the sincerity of the Government was sufficiently
evinced by the second reading of
the bill, and ministers were accordingly advised
to suspend all further progress of the
bill, and resume it again at that stage next
session. Besides other objections to that
proposal, it is enough to say of it that it is
founded on a misconception of the powers
of the Government. It is the simple fact
that the Government had no power to do
what it was so persistently advised to do. A
proposal was made in 1861 that some power
of that kind should be given by statute to
either House of Parliament. But the House
of Commons rejected the proposal on account
of 'the grave and numerous objections' to it,
and particularly because 'this suspending
power in either House of Parliament, if exercised
at its own discretion, would be at
variance with the prerogative of the Crown.'
Mr. Bruce's Licensing Bill has been considered
one of the chief failures of the
session; and we do not wish to conceal our
opinion that there were some tactical blunders
in the management of it; but they were
blunders which are in a great degree excusable
by the peculiar circumstances of the
session. It was, in our humble judgment, a
blunder to introduce such a bill without a
determination to deliver a decisive battle upon
it; for the introduction of the bill roused the
opposition of a powerful and thoroughly
organized class interest, while the withdrawal
of it alienated those to whom the Government
looked for support. Mr. Bruce's excuse,
and it is so far valid, is that the
unexpected tactics of the Opposition in respect
to the Army Bill wasted so much of
the session that there was no opportunity to
fight the battle of the Licensing Bill as he
had intended to have fought it. The bill itself
appears to us to be a fair compromise,
and we have no doubt that it was calculated
to do much good. The brewers and publicans
have gained a victory for the moment,
and they have the satisfaction of having
beaten the Government candidate in East
Surrey; but their victory is likely to prove
a Pyrrhic one. It has opened the eyes of the
public to the ruin which the excessive indulgence
in intoxicating drinks is causing, and
the more the question is discussed, the less
reason will the publicans have for rejoicing
over the defeat of Mr. Bruce's bill. The
yearly sum spent on intoxicating liquors in
the United Kingdom has now reached the
enormous and portentous figure of £110,000,000,
and the annual committals for
drunkenness amounted in the year 1869 to
122,310. These are frightful facts; and if
the interests of the publicans stand in the
way of a thorough remedy, so much the
worse for the interests of the publicans. Let
the Government take away the licensing
power from the magistrates, and commit the
question to the management of local boards
elected by the ratepayers, and we will undertake
to say that the publicans will be checkmated
politically in the first place, and that
we shall witness, in the second place, a rapid
decrease in their unholy traffic. Before dismissing
the subject, however, it is right to
remind our readers that Mr. Bruce's bill did
not perish utterly. A portion, and a very
valuable portion, of it is now law, and will
effectually check the increase of public
houses, and at the same time help to diminish
the number of those already existing.
We have now glanced through the principal
measures of the session, and we confidently
ask whether it is not true that both
in respect to the quantity and the quality of
the work done it will bear a favourable comparison
with the large majority of Parliamentary
sessions during the last forty years.
And yet it cannot be denied that the Government
has incurred a certain amount of
unpopularity. How is this to be explained?
A general answer may be given, to the effect
that a Liberal Government which is in
earnest is sure to incur some degree of unpopularity;
for its raison d'être is to attack
abuses wherever it may find them. Its business
is to do what is best for the nation at
large in the first place, and to consider the
interests of particular sections of the nation
in the second place. But the interests concerned,
as was natural, view the matter in a
different light. They object to be relegated
to the second place, for they prefer their own
welfare to that of the nation, and, like the
brewers the other day, are ready, whenever
their pockets are menaced, to subordinate the
interest of their party to that of their trade.
The Government, to use a common expression,
has 'trodden on the corns' of
several powerful interests, and has thereby
incurred their resentment. But it must be
owned that it was from Mr. Lowe's budget
that the Government received its first serious
blow. Our own opinion is that incompetent
as it was the budget attracted to itself a good
deal of unmerited obloquy. But we feel
bound, at the same time, to express our conviction
that if Mr. Lowe knew human nature
better, or took less pains to exasperate it, he
might have produced a budget which would
have strengthened instead of weakened the
Government. As it was, the Government
never quite recovered the prestige which Mr.
Lowe's financial blunders had lost them.
Then came a series of naval disasters, for
which the Government was somehow considered
responsible, though it really had no
more to do with them than it had with the
eruption of Vesuvius.[68] Then the persistent
cry of extravagant expenditure, raised by the
Conservatives, and echoed by their small
band of allies among the Radicals, had some
effect. Yet there never was a more dishonest
cry. Though the present Government came
into office in the end of the year 1868, the
naval and military estimates for the ensuing
year were prepared by their predecessors, and
they reached the respectable figure of twenty-six
millions sterling. And this, be it remembered,
was in a period of profound
peace. Mr. Gladstone's Government had to
prepare the estimates for 1870, and the result
showed a reduction from £26,000,000 to
£21,000,000, with a marked improvement,
at the same time, in the efficiency both of
the army and navy. It is true, that in consequence
of the complications arising out of
the Franco-German war, two millions more
were added to the estimates in the course of
the summer. But no Government can be
held responsible for expenditure caused by
unforeseen emergencies: and, moreover, the
expenditure in question was demanded by
the country generally, and cannot in fairness
be laid at the door of the Government. The
upshot of the whole matter, however, is that
the Government now in office reduced, on
the first opportunity, the estimates of their
predecessors by upwards of £4,000,000, and
that, in spite of the expenditure occasioned
by a gigantic Continental war, and a thorough
reorganization of the army, the estimates are
still considerably below the figure which the
Tory Government reached in the midst of an
universal peace abroad, and in the absence
of any extraordinary expenditure at home.
And yet Tory politicians, in and out of Parliament,
have rent the air with their cries
against the 'wasteful and extravagant expenditure'
of the Government. Were it not
for the war on the Continent, and the cost
of abolishing the purchase system, and putting
the army on a new basis, it is not too
much to say that the navy and army estimates
of this year would have been £7,000,000
lower than those which the Conservative
Government bequeathed to Mr. Gladstone.
We believe, however, that the exceptional
expenditure of this session is neither 'wasteful'
nor 'extravagant.' It is like the wise
outlay of a skilful husbandman who drains
and manures his barren land, in the sure confidence
that it will repay him tenfold. The
new basis on which the Government is reorganizing
the army will give us in a few
years a force which will free us from the recurrence
of those periodical panics which
make us the laughing-stock of other nations,
and which always involve for the time being
a large, but perfectly useless, expenditure.
Already our navy is admitted, even by the
political opponents of the Government, to be
more than a match for all the navies of the
world put together; and, under the wise administration
of our present rulers, the army
also will soon be in a condition to maintain
our just influence abroad, and make the invasion
of these isles a practical impossibility.
On the whole, then, we believe that the
unpopularity which has overtaken the Government
this session, is for the most part,
undeserved; and we believe in the next
place that the unpopularity is mainly confined
to certain political cliques and class
interests, which the Government, in the
prosecution of its plain duty, has unavoidably
offended. Through a combination of
these causes, a general election at this moment
might lose the Government a score of
seats all over the country; but it would not
seriously shake its position. The nation
has not lost its confidence in Mr. Gladstone,
and it will think twice before it makes up
its mind to exchange him for Mr. Disraeli.
The journal 'written by gentlemen for gentlemen'
has recently told us in one of its
oracular manifestoes, that 'the whole London
press has become thoroughly suspicious of
Mr. Gladstone's strength and fitness for the
place which, for the want of any tolerable
competitor, he holds at his own discretion.'
We have heard and read this sort of language
before. 'The whole London press,' or rather
that portion of it which is fortunate enough
to receive the imprimatur of the Pall-Mall
Gazette, pronounced the same verdict on
Mr. Gladstone five years ago. And the result
was, that those confiding politicians
who trusted in the sagacity of 'the whole
London press' either lost their seats in Parliament,
or had to sit on the stool of repentance
and vow eternal allegiance to Mr. Gladstone.
Let those, therefore, who mayhap
are contemplating a repetition of the same
experiment meditate on the history of the
Adullamites, and be wise in time. The
country has its eye on that knot of atrabilious
Liberals whose voice is that of Jacob,
but whose hands are the hands of Esau.
They may declare, ore rotundo, that they
have no confidence in Mr. Gladstone. Let
them have a care lest the next general election
prove that the country has no confidence
in them.
To sum up, then, the claims of the Government
during the past year on the continued
confidence of the nation. It succeeded in limiting
the area of the war between France and
Germany, and, while upholding the dignity
of the country, preserved to us the blessings
of peace. By the treaty of Washington it
has laid the foundation of a cordial understanding
and a lasting friendship with the
great American Republic. It has passed
several measures for the benefit of Ireland
which will surely help, as they become
thoroughly understood, to lay the demon of
disaffection in that impulsive, but not ungenerous
people. Then what shall we say
of the Army Bill? Its importance is gauged
by the unparalleled resistance which it encountered
in Parliament, and in times less
exacting than the present its success would
have made the fortune of an ordinary administration.
On the other hand, the Trades'
Unions Bill, the University Tests Bill, the
Repeal of the Ecclesiastical Titles Act, and
the Local Government Board Bill, (a most
valuable piece of legislation) are the quality
of bills which ordinarily constitute the work
of a session. And, in addition to these outward
and visible signs of ministerial toil, the
separate departments of the Government
have, each in its place, done an immense
amount of that kind of work which makes
no appeal to public notice, but which is
none the less valuable because it works in
silence. The Poor-law Board, the Admiralty,
and Mr. Cardwell's department have all
laboured incessantly, and the fruit of their
labour is already becoming visible in the
better management of our workhouses, and
in the increased efficiency of our army and
navy. Nor must we forget the excellent reforms
which Mr. Monsell has already made
in the Post Office, and which entitle him at
no distant day to a seat in the Cabinet. We
maintain, therefore, that the Government
may, without any remorse, sit down with a
good conscience to frame the programme of
the coming session. The only serious danger
which they have ahead of them is the
question of Irish education; and that is a
question which can well wait awhile. But
if it must be tackled next session, we see no
reason why the genius which solved the
church and land questions should not be
equal to solving that of education also. The
danger of the Government lies in the inconsistent
conduct of the Opposition, who advocate
the application to Ireland of principles
which are totally opposed to those for which
they contend in the case of England. Still,
it does not appear to us that the question of
Irish education presents any insurmountable
difficulty, provided the same statesmanlike
principles are brought to bear upon it which
have already solved the vexed problems of
land tenure and religious equality. In short,
a good budget and a moderate programme
will enable the Government to make the
next session—we will not say more fruitful,
but—more popular than the last.
Contemporary Literature.
HISTORY, BIOGRAPHY, AND TRAVELS.
Short Studies on Great Subjects. By James
Anthony Froude. Second Series. Longmans,
Green, and Co.
Many of these papers, those especially which
have appeared in the magazine which Mr.
Froude has recently edited, and those delivered
as addresses, will be fresh in the recollection
of general readers, and they will be glad to
possess them in a permanent form. Like Mr.
Kingsley, Mr. Froude is not so much a constructor
as an expositor of opinion; but he has
some rare qualities for exposition, and his emotional
and moral fervour especially give a great
charm to his advocacy. His defects, moreover,
like Mr. Kingsley's, are those of a rhetorician,
and severe historical students gravely impugn
his accuracy in details, while dispassionate
judges seriously condemn his somewhat vehement
special pleadings. The papers are some
of them political—'England and her Colonies;'
'Reciprocal Duties of State and Subject;' 'The
Colonies once More,' 'England's War,' 'The
Eastern Question;'—some social—'Education;'
'A Fortnight in Kerry,' in two parts—singularly
separated in the volume by half a
dozen other papers; 'On Progress,' a striking
paper, which appeared in a recent number of
Frazer, and attracted much attention;—and
some ecclesiastical and theological—'Calvinism,'
'A Bishop of the Twelfth Century'—an
interesting account of brave hearted Bishop
Hugo, Bishop of Lincoln, and builder of the
Cathedral; 'Father Newman on the Grammar
of Assent;' 'Conditions and Prospects of Protestantism.'
That Mr. Froude has strong partialities
and prejudices, sometimes betraying
him into an untenable advocacy, if not into
historical paradox, his greatest admirers must
admit. The first volumes of his history read
like an eloquent counsel's brief—we are oftener
charmed than convinced. The later volumes
are more judicial, although both the partisans
of Elizabeth and of Mary Queen of Scots have
fair cause of demur to both the coloring of
his portraiture and to some of its details. With
rhetorical historians we never feel quite safe.
The advocate is always more fascinating than
the judge—they appeal to wholly different
faculties. Macaulay, Froude, Kingsley, all
lack, only in different degrees, the severe historical
spirit which Hallam and Freeman so
ably exemplify. One of Mr. Froude's critics
has subjected his account of Bishop Hugo, derived
from Mr. Dimock's 'Magna Vita,' to a
minute, and we must say damaging historical
criticism, which produces an uneasy feeling
about Mr. Froude's historical writing generally—especially
when we have not at hand means
of verification. Mr. Froude's habit of mind
tempts him to round unqualified assertions,
and to hasty generalizations, especially when
he is justifying a foregone conclusion. Another
dangerous tendency of his mind is to themes
which either through imperfect knowledge or
sectarian habit he is but little qualified for
treating. Few readers of the 'Nemesis of
Faith,' one of Mr. Froude's earliest publications,
would feel much confidence in his dispassionate
treatment of any theological question;
and yet theology is the fatal basilisk to
which he seems irresistibly attracted. It was
with a startled feeling—half amusement, half
annoyance—that we saw announced the theme
which his perverse genius characteristically
fixed upon for his Rectoral Address at St.
Andrew's. No man can possibly give a satisfactory
account of Calvinism who is not sympathetically
a theologian; and Mr. Froude is
not only not this, but theology in any form excites
him as a red rag excites a bull. Calvinism,
above all theological creeds, might be supposed
antipathetic to him. We naturally, therefore,
anticipated a Quixotic assault upon the Scottish
windmill, and imagined the sensations of the
professors and alumni of St. Andrew's on the
announcement of his subject; for Mr. Froude
to undertake to discuss Calvinism in its very
metropolis was a chivalry that could be redeemed
from its foolhardiness only by its success.
Mr. Froude has not succeeded. He
boldly avows himself a quasi champion of
something which he calls Calvinism, but which
really has very little to do with the system of
theology which is known by that designation.
We tremble at the bold generalization of his
eulogy, and wonder to see men and systems
having so little in common brought within
their range. It is the exordium of a rhetorician,
not of an historical critic. Notwithstanding,
therefore, his great literary merits, a fine
historical vein, and broad illustrative generalization
of a very masterly character, the result
is not very satisfactory. Mr. Froude clearly
sees that in Calvinism, or its philosophical
equivalents—for he finds the latter where the
former is unknown, as, for instance, in Parsecism
and Judaism, Stoicism and Mahommedanism—there
is something very strong and
noble; only we suspect that he has confounded
what he calls Calvinism with the moral sense
or conscience. What this is, he essays to
show by historic illustrations gathered from
the six or eight great religious movements of
history; but he hardly succeeds. The facts
are indubitable, but Mr. Froude does not furnish
their philosophy. Of course he knows
that Calvinism is a great deal more than mere
history; he would, no doubt, admit that it is a
very pronounced and uncompromising metaphysical
theology. If it is not this, it is nothing;
but of this he does not attempt to give
any account. On the contrary, he formally
eschews it, and he certainly has no very great
sympathy with it. His historic conscience is
forced to admit the strength, persistence, and
nobility which the ideas of Calvinism have in
all ages inspired. They have uniformly produced
the noblest morality, the most heroic
faith, the most illustrious characters and
movements of their age; they have constituted
the great religious and regenerating force of
history, the permanent counteractor and corrector
of formalism, selfishness, mendacity,
and slavishness—the force that has sporadically
gathered in all times of lassitude, and that
Mr. Froude thinks our own present condition
needs for its regeneration. But he admires
and wonders without love; he has strong
things to say against it. Hence his paper is
written with a nec cum te nec sine te feeling.
It produces the impression of one who sees
men as trees walking; who aims at something
worth hitting, and misses it; who has been
attracted by the true waters, but to whom it
might be said, 'Sir, thou hast nothing to draw
with, and the well is deep.' We have no sympathy
with the logical excesses of Calvinism,
but it involves substantially the only true and
noble philosophy of religion. It is the theology
of the almost universal Church; and its
noble inspirations and achievements deserve
not only all the eulogy that Mr. Froude bestows,
but eulogy of which he does not dream.
If Calvinism be not a theology, it is nothing;
and yet Mr. Froude proposes to the professors
and students of St. Andrew's to discuss Calvinism,
while he carefully disavows all theological
questions. How oddly to them his address
must have sounded! History as a hortus
siccus; a drama—the grandest ever played out
on human stage—evacuated of convictions and
passions; the profoundest metaphysical and
spiritual theology sufficiently accounted for by
mere history. Mr. Froude's thesis demanded
that he should have examined the metaphysical
ideas involved in Calvinism, and demonstrated
their practical, moral, and spiritual
power. This he has not even attempted. He
does not seem even to have conceived of it. So
again, Mr. Froude altogether misses the philosophy
of theology involved in Dr. Newman's
'Grammar of Assent.' He cannot even speak
of Butler's great work without altogether misrepresenting
it. We suspect that he is constitutionally
incapable of even apprehending
metaphysical problems. While he sneers at
physical science, he regards theological science
as a blind superstition. Nevertheless, Mr.
Froude's volume is worthy of a place on the
shelf of his history.
The National and Domestic History of England.
By W. H. S. Aubrey. Vol. I. J.
Hagger.
Of the historian, as of the poet, it is emphatically
true nascitur non fit. A rare combination
of qualities is essential to a historian of
the first-class—patience to accumulate information,
learning to appreciate it, philosophy to
interpret it, and imaginative eloquence to incarnate
it. Great histories are more rare than
great poems. Histories are of two classes—those
which are written directly from original
sources, and which are historical authorities;
and those which are intended for popular uses,
and avail themselves of the results of original
investigation, as historical authorities have determined
them. Mr. Aubrey's work belongs
to the latter class; and is entitled to rank very
high in it. In the commendation which we
think it just to bestow upon him, we are not to
be understood as comparing him with Grote, or
Hallam, or Freeman, or Froude, or Masson;
but, as gathering into a pleasantly-written and
skilfully-constructed work, the results of
modern historical investigation, his history of
England is by far the best we possess. To indomitable
painstaking, he adds the careful
judgment of a well-informed student, and of
strong common sense. His work is the fruit
of many years' assiduous labour. Mr. Aubrey,
as might be expected, belongs to the school of
historians which holds that the history of a
nation is a great deal more than the history of
its monarchs, court intrigues, and wars; and
he endeavours to put his readers in possession
of the springs and characteristics of the
social life of the people, of which the most
ample knowledge of the former class may leave
us in utter ignorance. The influence of monarchs,
statesmen, politics, and wars, upon the
social life of a people, is necessarily great, and
formerly was much greater than it is now;
but probably at no time was it so exclusive as
the impressions derived from ordinary histories
would lead us to suppose. The government of
a country, and the policy of a court, except
under conditions of republican freedom, are a
very imperfect index of the condition and
character of the people. Mr. Aubrey pays a
just compliment to Sir. Charles Knight's 'Pictorial
History of England,' as being the first
considerable and systematic attempt to present
the social history of the English people. But
the conclusions of history have been almost
revolutionized since the 'Pictorial History of
England' was written. The calendaring of
State papers, and the opening of State collections
at Simancas, Venice, and elsewhere, have
thrown floods of light upon imperfectly understood
events. Mr. Aubrey, too, has greatly
improved upon the literary style, as well as
upon the artistic illustrations of Mr. Knight's
great work. His style is quiet and lucid; it
never rises to eloquence, or is inspired by passion;
no masterly historical groups or biographical
portraits are presented by him; but
he tells his story with a simple, even excellence
of pleasant narration. If he does not greatly
excite his readers, he never wearies them.
The first volume brings down the history to
the time of Richard II. Instead of references
in the margin, Mr. Aubrey gives us a general
list of the authorities which he has consulted;
it is formidable enough, occupying a dozen
pages, and comprising between 600 and 700
works. Some of the omissions from it, however,
are notable; Mr. Longman's 'Edward
III.' for instance, and Professor Creasy's 'History
of England.' The salient points in this
period are the characters of Edward the Confessor,
and Earl Godwin, Harold, and William
of Normandy, Becket, and Edward III. Mr.
Aubrey forms, on the whole, a just estimate
of these men. The plan of his history precludes
disquisition, but the positions he assumes
are warranted by the most recent criticism;
he justly remarks that neither men nor
their doings are 'to be regarded in the light of
modern opinions and convictions, excepting in
so far as these are inherently true.' We commend
especially Mr. Aubrey's careful and discriminating
estimate of the quarrel between
Henry II. and Becket, as a crucial test of his
intelligence and fairness. Here, as throughout,
Mr. Aubrey enhances the value of his book by
well-selected quotations from historians like
Mackintosh, Milman, and others. The great
period of Edward III.—the fons et origo of so
much of our English constitution and modern
greatness—is well treated; and the great questions
involved in the French war, the rights of
Parliament, and religious liberty, are intelligently
discussed. We should add that the
work is profusely illustrated. In addition to
ordinary wood engravings and fac-similes, portraits
and autographs, chromolithographs and
well-executed steel plates are introduced, together
with carefully-constructed maps and
plans. The illustrations are scenes and incidents,
views of places, dress, manners, sports,
houses, furniture, coins, seals, and medals,
coats of arms, weapons, and ships, caricatures,
monuments, and tombs. Altogether, we may,
so far as this first volume goes, commend Mr.
Aubrey's work as, in its completeness, ability,
and spirit, fully justifying its title as a 'Family
History of England,' and incomparably surpassing
any other of its class.
View of the State of Europe during the
Middle Ages. By Henry Hallam, LL.D. Incorporating
in the text the Author's latest
Researches, with Additions from recent
Writers, and adapted to the use of Students.
By William Smith, D.C.L., LL.D. John
Murray.
Dr. Smith has done a great service by including
in his series of students' manuals this admirable
edition of Hallam's first great work.
Originally published in 1818—not in 1816, as
Dr. Smith says—it rapidly passed through
successive editions; the eleventh and last of
which was published in 1855. During these
years the author not only accumulated many
corrections, but also a body of supplementary
notes equal in bulk to one-third of the original
work. 'Reluctant to make such alterations
as would leave to the purchasers of former
editions a right to complain,' and having
thoroughly revised the third edition, six subsequent
editions appeared without alteration.
After the ninth edition, the supplementary
notes were published separately in 1848. In
the tenth edition (1853) they were included.
The copyright of the original edition has recently
expired, and has been reprinted in a
cheap form, but without either the revision or
the supplementary notes of the author's later
editions. Comparatively, therefore, it is of
little worth. Dr. Smith has not only reproduced
Hallam's latest edition, he has incorporated
all of the notes that could be incorporated,
inserting at the end of each chapter
such information as could not conveniently be
interwoven with the text. For this students'
edition some of the less important remarks
have been abbreviated, and the references to
authorities omitted. Valuable additions, moreover,
have been made by the editor, for which
the student will thank him. Among those
are the Statutes of William the Conqueror,
the Charter of the Liberties of Henry I. and
Magna Charta, together with genealogical and
other tables, and certain items of information
from books which have appeared since Hallam
wrote. A good reference index is also added.
More than this concerning so well-known a
work we need not say; too much we scarcely
could say.
Cameos from English History: the Wars in
France. By the Author of the 'Heir of
Redclyffe.' Second Series. Macmillan &
Co.
The very skilful way in which Miss Yonge
selects the chief incidents of her episodes, and
groups around them such subordinate matters
as may be necessary for a complete historic
picture, has given to the first series of her
'Cameos' a popularity which the second will
not fall short of. Miss Yonge is executing a
gallery of historic compositions that have individual
completeness enough to make them
interesting, and connection enough to make
them instructive. Without any affectation of
originality in the sources or methods of her
narrative, she skilfully uses the materials and
conclusions of the best historical authorities,
and thus provides for young people and for
general readers a historical manual, the ability
and interest of which will convey a vast
amount of information to readers whom more
pretentious works would fail to attract. This
second series is almost entirely occupied with
the French wars. Beginning in 1330 with the
romantic conquests of Edward III. and the
Black Prince, it narrates the strange solecism
of English rule in France, and ends in 1435
with the still more romantic mission of the
Maid of Orleans, and the Congress of Arras,
and the extinction of the English cause in
France. We cannot speak too highly of the
care, good sense, and literary skill with which
these historic cameos are cut. The most
romantic incidents—battles such as those of
Crecy and Poitiers, achievements such as those
of Joan of Arc—lose nothing in the artistic
setting of the author, while the least interesting
are made attractive by it. A more fascinating
and instructive book, as we can testify
from our own well-thumbed copy of the first
series, and from the eagerness with which the
second has been seized, could not be put into
the hands of young people.
Life of William Cunningham, D.D., Principal
and Professor of Theology and Church
History, New College, Edinburgh. By
Robert Rainy, D.D., and the late Rev.
James Mackenzie. 8vo. Nelson and Sons.
1871.
As long as the disruption of the Church of
Scotland in 1843 is remembered, the name of
Dr. Cunningham will be indissolubly associated
with it. The Free Church party, to
which he belonged, was rich in eminent men at
the great crisis. Chalmers, of course, towered
over all the rest as its man of many-sided genius.
Candlish was its popular champion; Hugh
Miller was its journalist; Buchanan its ecclesiastical
statesman; Guthrie its orator and
wit; Murray Dunlop its jurist. Dr. Cunningham,
however, as a dogmatic theologian and
master of Church principles, long occupied a
place by himself in the councils and the inner
life of his Church, and we cordially welcome
his memoir.
The volume is the work of two successive
biographers. Rather more than one-third of
it had been prepared by the late Rev. James
Mackenzie, when, his untimely death interrupted
his labours; the rest of the book is
written by Dr. Rainy, who, once a pupil of
Cunningham's, was afterwards his pastor and
most intimate friend, and is now his successor
in the Chair of Historical Theology. Mr. Mackenzie's
portion is picturesque and lively.
The story of the disruption conflict, which it
embraces, has already been told, by Dr. Hanna
in his life of Chalmers, in a way that can hardly
be equalled, but the version here given is at
once elaborate and fresh. Dr. Rainy, who
continues the life from 1843 till its close in
1861, has executed his task with judgment and
loving fidelity, and with so entire a mastery of
all the bearings of his subject that his chapters
will have a permanent value for the members
of the Free Church as a contribution to her
history.
The outward incidents of Cunningham's life
are soon told. Born at Hamilton in 1805, he
lost his father in early childhood, and was
brought up by an admirable mother. At the
age of fifteen he entered the university of Edinburgh,
where he remained eight years. At
twenty-five he was ordained to one of the
largest churches in Greenock. Thence, four
years afterwards, in 1834, he was translated
to Trinity College Church, in Edinburgh.
Quitting the Establishment in 1843, he visited
America on a public mission, and on his return
was appointed to the Chair of Apologetical
Theology in the Free Church College. In
1845, he succeeded Dr. Welsh as Professor of
Church History, and on the death of Dr. Chalmers,
in 1847, he became Principal of the College,
retaining, however, his Professorship.
From his very boyhood, Cunningham was
wont 'to scorn delights and live laborious
days.' In one long vacation, before he was
seventeen, he read eighty volumes, among
them the whole of the Iliad in Greek, Barrow
on the 'Pope's Supremacy,' Taylor's 'Ductor
Dubitantium,' and the like. Such studious
habits adhered to him through life. 'He reads
Greek and Latin,' says his biographer, 'in
immense quantities, and French in great abundance.'
It was only a strong judgment and a
wonderful memory that prevented his enormous
reading from overloading his powers of
mental digestion. At first, metaphysics attracted
him, but soon theology became his
favourite field. Up to the age of eighteen his
sympathies were with the 'moderate' or high-and-dry
party in the Scottish Church; but
about that time his mind underwent a great
and blessed spiritual change, which, as it was
brought about by the influence of evangelical
truth, naturally led him to join the evangelical
party.
As a preacher, he was decidedly successful
during the four years of his ministry at Greenock.
In Edinburgh his gifts were buried in
an almost inaccessible and gloomy church, and
his sermons became dry. The ten years' conflict,
however, called forth all his powers. The
annual general assemblies of those days furnished
an arena for high debate unequalled in
the history of Scotland. Judges of the supreme
courts, eminent lawyers, physicians,
merchants, and landowners, sat on their
benches as elders, along with the flower of the
Scottish clergy. The audience was only limited
by the breadth to which galleries could be
carried. The questions at issue, first, the
spiritual rights of the people in the formation
of the pastoral tie, and, growing out of that,
the spiritual independence of the Church itself,
affected all classes of society, and interested
Dissenters as well as members of the Establishment.
Amidst these scenes Cunningham
proved himself—
'No carpet knight so trim,
But in close fights a champion grim,
In camps a leader, sage.'
Both his biographers labour to describe his
power as a debater, but in truth there must
have been something indescribable about it.
'As you heard him,' says Dr. Rainy, 'you were
yourself working at the question, not with
your own faculties, but with Cunningham's, and
were possessed with the same intense moral
perceptions.... This effect was due to
the personality of the man put into his speech,
to his intensity, and his vehemence.... The
absence of all rhetoric, except that which
sparkled red-hot from the forge at which the
workman was labouring contributed to the
same effect. To the same result conduced,
and that very powerfully, his manifest scorn
of foul play, and the manliness and fairness of
his battle.' The testimony also is adduced of
Mr. Murray Dunlop, late member for Greenock,
who, after long experience both of the General
Assembly and of Parliament, said, 'There is
no man in the House of Commons that approaches
to Cunningham.'
The disruption, to Cunningham and his associates,
was a political defeat, but it was even
more than a moral victory. It seems destined
to secure the triumph of their principles in
Scotland as it has powerfully helped to introduce
them into Ireland. Now that a generation
has passed away, we see the strange
spectacle of the Scottish Establishment agitating
for the abolition of patronage, and we
hear her divines boasting of spiritual independence
as if a satisfactory concordat on the matter
had already been concluded with the State.
Dread of another disruption is manifestly the
only concordat that exists.
It was in the Chair of Historical Theology
that Cunningham found his true sphere of continuous
labour. As a lecturer, an examiner, a
director of young men's studies, and a critic of
their productions, he was unsurpassed in his
time. Dr. Rainy considers that he was even
superior to Chalmers in the power of producing
the feeling of obligation in the minds of others.
His own personal godliness, and his solicitude
for the spiritual welfare of his students, showed
itself quite spontaneously both in the classroom
and out of it. Youths who trembled at
coming under the jurisdiction of the great controversialist
were delighted to find him in private
intercourse as gentle as a lamb, and they
yielded themselves all the more readily to the
mastery of his influence. Hundreds of his old
pupils are now in the ministry, scattered all
over Scotland, and are to be found here and
there in England, Ireland, America, and the
colonies; and it may safely be said that few
of them ever mention his name without affection
and reverence.
Yet with all his gentleness of nature, Cunningham
was a born controversialist. He was
quite conscious of this himself. When a
student of divinity, he said to a friend. 'If
my life is spared, it will be spent in controversy,
I believe;' and the event went far to justify
the prediction. With true Christian magnanimity,
he would at once apologise, and that in
public, for unwarrantable expressions dropped
in the heat of debate; and in one of his later
tractates he says, 'We have some apprehension
that the controversial spirit is rising
and swelling in our breast, and therefore we
abstain,' &c., as if he were applying the curb;
but the temperament remained. Part of the
last decade of his life was embittered by a controversy
within the Free Church itself, which
separated him for a time from some of his
oldest and dearest friends, and made him the
object of unwarrantable attacks on the part of
others. His spirit was chastened and purified
by the ordeal. In the beautiful record given
by Dr. Rainy of his last days on earth, we
read that two hours before his death he said,
'I am done with all controversies and all fightings
now; I am at rest for ever.' Then raising
his hand, he very emphatically said twice,
'From the rage of theologians, good Lord,
deliver us.' Thus adopting one of the dying
sayings of the gentle Melancthon.
After his death, Dr. Cunningham's literary
executors published two large volumes of his
lectures on 'Historical Theology,' and two additional
volumes of his 'Essays and Reviews'—the
one on the 'Reformers and their Doctrines,'
the other on 'Church Principles.'
These works are no unworthy monument of his
vast learning, of his logical power, and of the
depth of his own convictions. Dr. Rainy, in
the volume before us, has very ably explained
and defended Cunningham's method of teaching
theology and the history of dogma, but we
wish he had descended more into particulars,
showing the growth of Cunningham's own
mind as a theologian, and the comparative importance
assigned by him to certain truths and
views of truth at an earlier and a later period
of his life. It is somewhat unsatisfactory to
be told that on visiting Oxford in his later years
Cunningham said musingly to a friend, 'I am
more of a bigot and more of a latitudinarian
than I used to be.'
Journals kept in France and Italy from 1848–1852;
with a Sketch of the Revolution of
1848. By the late Nassau William Senior.
Edited by his Daughter, M. C. M. Simpson.
2 vols. Henry S. King and Co.
Mr. Senior's journals suggest some curious speculations
concerning the writer, and the order
of literati to which he belongs; and they are a
contemporary record of some facts which may
be regarded as a contribution to history, and of
some speculations which, after twenty years, it
is interesting to test by events. Mr. Senior apparently
aspired to a distinguished place in the
class of writers more prominent in French literature
than in English, who contribute, for the
use of the historian and for the gratification of
the gossip, mémoires pour servir. With considerable
literary ability, he contributed essays
to the Edinburgh and other reviews, two or
three series of which have been published. He
wrote a treatise on political economy, which
evinced considerable power of philosophical
thinking, and considerable knowledge of economical
science, but which fell just short of classical
authority. He was a Master in Chancery,
and a well-informed man of the world. He
had an extensive acquaintance with literati and
politicians, which he sedulously cultivated.
Probably, had he chosen to concentrate his intellectual
powers and to subordinate his general
knowledge, he might have produced works
which would have taken an honourable and
permanent place in literature. But the difficulty
we feel in saying in what department of
thought he would have succeeded the best, indicates
the versatility which made him a clever
man, and hindered him from becoming a profound
one. He belonged to the literary class
of which, perhaps, Southey may be regarded
as facile princeps. Probably a man does best
when he follows spontaneously his own literary
instinct; and Mr. Senior, in becoming a
very able chronicler and critic of the opinions
of others, has avoided the fate of a second-rate
publicist. It is difficult to find an exact type
that may represent his special function and
quality. His work is the work of a Boswell,
only generally applied, and done with far more
intellectual power, but at the cost of that exactness
of record which is Boswell's great
charm. All Mr. Senior's reports of the opinions
and conversations of others are reproduced
in his own mould of thought. Although he
had apparently that peculiar kind of very bad
memory which forgets nothing, yet clearly he
does not reproduce the ipsissima verba of the
interlocutors: while their sentiments are exactly
conveyed, it is a version 'according to Mr.
Senior.' One thinks again of Crabbe Robinson.
What he was in a more literary and limited
sphere, Mr. Senior was in his wider sphere of
statesmen, diplomatists, and politicians. Mr.
Senior's methods remind us of the 'interviewing'
of American reporters. A highly gifted,
well-informed, agreeable, and brilliant man, he
was a welcome addition to every society.
Princes, statesmen, and political leaders found
pleasure in his conversation, and in the information
concerning English opinion and feeling
that he was able to impart. He assiduously
prepared himself for making the most of his opportunities.
He sought introductions wherever
he went, and had the rare faculty of using
them to the greatest advantage. Clearly, he
knew how to put questions without being intrusive,
how to conciliate sympathies without
offensive toadyism, and how to make his note-taking
purpose well understood without loss of
dignity, and apparently—but of this we are
not quite sure—without either shutting up his
informants, or making them talk with a view
to the record. He has aimed at whatever degree
of literary renown attaches to men like
Beaumarchais, De Grammont, and Pepys, and
he will probably be quoted as a witness to contemporary
facts and opinions when he is remembered
for nothing else. It is not everyone
who could submit to the conditions of such a
function, or who could be successful in it. Mr.
Senior's success is almost perfect. He is not a
describer of men and manners—he has neither
dramatic nor pictorial faculty; he is simply a
chronicler of contemporary opinions. The value
of his book, therefore, depends primarily
upon the character of those to whom he had
access. In this it leaves little to be desired.
These journals kept in France and Italy are
rich in the affirmations and opinions of the leading
personages in these countries—of men who
were chiefly making their history. It is impossible
even to attempt an enumeration of the illustrious
men with whom Mr. Senior freely conversed.
The editor of his journals is so
embarrassed by their riches, that he not only
suppresses all mere travellers' impressions, observations,
and descriptions, but reserves for
separate publication the conversations with De
Tocqueville, with whom Mr. Senior was on intimate
terms. This, we think, however interesting
as a contribution to the biography of De
Tocqueville, is very injurious to the historic value
of the journals. An account of the Revolution
of 1848 and of the coup d'état of 1852,
which chronicles the opinions of men like De
Beaumont, Fauchet, Dunoyer, Gioberti, Circourt,
and Horace Say, and systematically
omits those of De Tocqueville, the greatest political
philosopher among them all, is surely
Hamlet with the part of the Prince omitted.
Better have omitted the Italian journal, and
have presented complete the opinions of French
events which he was able to gather.
Nevertheless, the journals are remarkably
rich in both incident and opinions, which, as
communicated by political leaders themselves,
may be implicitly accepted as authentic. Perhaps
the thing that will chiefly strike the reader
is the singular lack of political prevision which
characterizes the forecasts of even the ablest
statesmen. The surprise and violence of revolutionary
incident probably disorder the faculty
of the political philosopher, as well as
disarrange the ordinary sequence of things.
Whatever the cause, save in things palpable to
ordinary thoughtfulness, few of the anticipations
of statesmen here recorded have been
verified. We have noted some dozens of instances
of political sagacity utterly at fault,
which justify this general remark, but our
space forbids us to cite them.
Mr. Senior's journals in France begin about
three months after the abdication of Louis
Philippe; but he gathers up a tolerably complete
account of the circumstances attending
it, and of the opinions formed concerning it.
A letter of General Bergeaud gives a military
account of the overthrow of the constitutional
throne, and attributes it to defective military
preparations, and to vacillating purposes:—'If
I had had the command a fortnight before,
things might have passed differently.' True!
but would that have secured respect for the
time-serving king, or have given high-mindedness
and dignity to the shuffling policy of his
time-serving minister? Of what advantage
would it have been to avert the revolution of
February, if its provocatives had been left to
gather afresh? This policy of expedients has
been the ruin of the French nation; as De
Beaumont justly said to Mr. Senior—'In
France we are not good balancers of inconveniences.
Nous sommes trop logiques. As
soon as we see the faults of an institution, nous
la brisons. In England you calculate, we act
upon impulse.'
Mr. Senior throws much interesting light
upon the conduct and motives of Lamartine in
his brilliant and meteoric career, equally sudden
in its kindling and its extinction;—possible,
surely, only in France. De Beaumont
seems to us to do more justice to Lamartine
than Mr. Senior himself does. 'He thinks
that Lamartine has managed foreign affairs honestly
and ably, with an earnest wish for
peace, but that the rest of his conduct has
been vain, selfish, and timid. Ten days ago he
would have been elected President by acclamation,
now he would be chosen only to keep out
somebody worse.' Whatever Lamartine's vanity
and weakness, he must, we think, have
credit for patriotic purpose. A mere selfish
man would surely have pressed his enormous
advantage very differently.
Much interesting light is also thrown upon
the singular and incongruous character of Louis
Napoleon. Certainly our estimate of him is
not enhanced; his narrow, intriguing selfishness,
his puerile fanaticism, and the diabolical
unscrupulousness of his coup d'état of December
2nd, seem to justify all that his worst enemies
have said about him. A singular incident
is recorded. The colonel of one of the regiments
to be employed on December 2nd was
absent on the previous night a few miles from
Paris. An aide-de-camp of St Arnaud was
sent to summon him. He owed his success in
life to Changarnier. As he passed Changarnier's
door he thought that this mysterious
summons must have something to do with the
coup d'état which everybody was expecting.
He got off his horse, and rang the bell. The
porter, probably in bed, did not answer. Second
thoughts suggested to the aide-de-camp
that to tell Changarnier would be a breach of
duty. He rode off without ringing again. Had
Changarnier been warned, the coup d'état
might have been prevented, and the subsequent
history of France might have been different.
Read in the light of the history of France
during the last twelve months, Mr. Senior's volumes
have a singular and instructive interest.
The conclusion to which they force us is a melancholy
one;—the French seem to have learned
nothing, and to have forgotten nothing, but
to be simply whirled in a chaotic circle of furious
revolution and delusive order. 'The instant,'
says M. Bastiat, 'three Frenchmen meet,
they talk of nothing but extending French influence
over Europe, and vote by acclamation
for a military expenditure;' a singular comment
upon which is the recent determination by M.
Thiers and his Government to raise the French
army to 500,000 men. In 1849, Mr. Senior was
present at a meeting of the Assembly; Jules
Favre attempted to read a letter from Rome
stating that the French prisoners had offered
to serve in the Roman army; a scene of indescribable
confusion followed, some saying that,
whether true or false, the ears of Frenchmen
ought not to be disgusted with such statements.
General Leflô protested against letters being
read from a French tribune, which insultent le
drapeau. 'You tell us that the enemy has
taken one of our colours. You know it is impossible,
for only five hundred men are said to
have fallen on our side; but before a colour
could be taken whole regiments must have
died.' This was received with enthusiastic applause,
and Jules Favre was not permitted to
read the letter. De Beaumont is right, the
French are too logical—even for facts. 'The
French,' said Dunoyer to Bancroft, 'utterly
misconceive the purposes for which a Government
ought to exist, and if that misconception
continue, they will fall from revolution to revolution,
and from distress to distress, till they
end in bankruptcy, anarchy, and barbarism.
They think that the purpose of Government is
not to allow men to make their fortunes, but to
make their fortunes for them. The great object
of every Frenchman is to exchange the labours
and risks of a business or a profession or
even a trade for a public salary. The thousands
of workmen who deserted employments
at which they were earning four or five francs
a day to get thirty sous from the ateliers nationaux
were mere examples of the general
feeling. To satisfy this desire, every Government
goes on increasing the extent of its duties,
the number of its servants, and the amount of
its expenditure.'
Sumner told Mr. Senior, on the authority of
the Minister of War, that 'Persigny was going
to Berlin and Vienna to ask for Belgium and
the Rhine and Egypt, giving Hanover to Prussia,
Wallachia and Moldavia and the legations
to Austria, Constantinople to Russia, and Piedmont
to the Prince of Leuchtenberg.' This
was confirmed by Beaumont, who said that
when he was French Minister at Vienna, in
1849, Schwartzenberg showed him pretty
nearly the same propositions made by Persigny.
What hope can there be for a people so flippant,
so superficial, so unscrupulous! One is
almost thankful for the destruction of a power
whose only law is that of selfishness and opportunity.
Mr. Senior's journals in Italy are scarcely
less interesting; only they seem to belong to
bygone centuries. The King of Naples and
the Duke of Tuscany were in power, the Pope
was recoiling into a despot, Charles Albert was
staking and losing his crown at Novara, and
Louis Napoleon was occupying Rome.
Mr. Senior's journals are choke full of interest—a
social comment on public history which
future generations will peruse with greater
eagerness than ourselves.
Life and Letters of William Bewick (Artist).
Edited by Thomas Landseer, A.R.A. Hurst
and Blackett.
Mr. Landseer is not so careful as he should be
to tell us that his hero is not the Bewick whose
engravings are amongst the glories of the English
school. True, William is not Thomas, and
Mr. Landseer somewhat ambiguously suggests
the distinction by appending in a parenthesis
the word 'Artist' to his name; but Art knows
only one Bewick, and the lustre of his surname
may well make careless readers oblivious of
his Christian name. Mr. Landseer does not
tell us whether there was any relationship between
the two northern men, less remote, that
is, than the ancestry of whom Scott reminded
William. The absence of affirmation leads to
the conclusion that there was not; as, doubtless,
William would have been proud of a
family connection with Thomas. William
Bewick, then, of whose existence we frankly
confess we were ignorant until we made our
acquaintance with him in Mr. Landseer's book,
was, notwithstanding, a man and an artist of
respectable ability, whose memoir and letters
are interesting chiefly for their anecdotes and
characterizations of people more illustrious
than himself. His father was an upholsterer
in Darlington, sorely disquieted by the artistic
tendencies of his son, who bravely struggled
against the genius of upholstery, and dared the
paternal prognostications of beggary, and the
stern refusal to give him any help in his artistic
aspirations. He went to London almost
penniless, pleased Haydon, who saw him drawing
at Burlington House, and became his pupil,
as were also George Lance, William Harvey,
Sir Edwin Landseer, and the brothers Charles
and Thomas Landseer. He struggled hard for
existence, became a pupil at the Academy, so
far won the approbation of Sir Thomas Lawrence
as to be commissioned by him to copy
some of Michael Angelo's figures in the Sistine
Chapel; and greatly delighted him by his
execution of the 'Sybil,' somewhat less by
that of the 'Jeremiah.' The President intended
to present these copies to the Royal
Academy for the benefit of future students,
but died when only four of them were completed.
These were sold with his effects, and,
with other copies made by Mr. Bewick, are
hidden in some collection, or scattered among
many. The difficulties of procuring them were
very great; and we agree with Mr. Landseer
in his regret that they are not secured for public
inspection and use. Mr. Bewick seems to
have had peculiar skill as a copyist. Goethe
gave him a commission to execute copies of
some of the figures in the Elgin marbles. A
head painted by him was mistaken for a
Murillo by both Wilkie and Calcott. His
'Jacob and Rachel' was exhibited in London,
and won encomiums from men whose praise
was almost fame. Mr. Bewick seems also to
have been a skilful portrait painter, or rather
sketcher, for he usually asked only a couple
of sittings from the notable men whom he
sought to include in his portfolio. Thus, he
sketched Hazlitt, Scott, Brewster, Jeffrey, Professor
Wilson, Mrs. Grant of Logan, Jamieson,
McCulloch, Liston, the Ettrick Shepherd, Dr.
Birkbeck, Lord Norbury, O'Connell, Lady
Morgan, Maturin, Shiel, and many others. To
these he easily procured introductions, and his
artistic ability induced them to sit to him. He
seems to have been singularly successful, and
his personal agreeableness and social abilities
seem to have won greatly upon all who thus
made his acquaintance.
Hence he became acquainted with a large
number of persons celebrated in literature and
art. These he carefully Boswellized, drawing
their portraits with the pen as well as with the
pencil, and telling interesting anecdotes concerning
them. Hence these volumes, consisting
chiefly of his journals and letters, are a
rich repertory of reminiscences of notable men,
which, like Senior's journals in other circles of
life, will have a permanent interest and value
as the records of an intelligent contemporary
observer. Mr. Bewick's literary style is somewhat
inflated, and his story-telling is somewhat
prolix; it is not therefore easy, within
our limits, to pick out any of the plums of the
really dainty feast that he has set before us.
With Haydon and Hazlitt, Bewick was on
terms of personal friendship, and of both he
presents lengthened and interesting sketches.
While, of course, fully conscious of Haydon's
faults, he was bravely faithful to him. Haydon
was very kind to Bewick. The latter was
moneyless, and Haydon had only £5. 'However,'
says he, 'I'll let you have five shillings,
that will help a little.' He likewise offered to
guarantee a quarter's living at an eating-house.
Haydon took no fees from his pupils, but repaid
himself in a characteristic way. He induced
his pupils to put their names to accommodation
bills, and Bewick was so implicated
that when the smash came he 'found it impossible
to deliver himself from the difficulties
which beset him in consequence of the desperate
state of Haydon's affairs.' Bewick sat
as model for the head of Haydon's 'Lazarus,'
he being at the time opportunely ill. Wilkie,
otherwise a clumsy figure, had very fine hands.
Taking hold of them, Haydon said one day,
'Look here, Bewick, these are what I painted
my "Christ's" hands from. Wilkie's hands
are the only parts of his person that are like
his pictures. They are made for fine execution;
my hands are very good, but they are
not so tremulously nervous,—so delicate or
refined. These will never paint large works
with power, nor will mine ever paint small
pictures with sufficient delicacy and refinement.
You would never suppose that these
hands would have such a miserable mess upon
the palette as you see there (looking down at
Wilkie's dirty palette). Wilkie's hands were
copied for the real mother in my picture of
"Solomon," and it has been said that they are
the most tender and expressive part of the
whole picture.' Wilkie's hands were artistically
close as well as symmetrical. Haydon,
hard up, as usual, went to Kensington to ask
his friend for the loan of £5. 'I was struck
with his blank expression of face; if I had
given him a blow he could not have been more
staggered. I knew he had received some hundreds
for his last work, and I ought to have
done the same. Wilkie put his hand to his
mouth, and pressed his under lip between his
finger and thumb, like one of the figures in
his "Rent-Day," and drawled out in cold
Scotch that he "raaly couldn't" let me have
it. I said, "You can't, eh?" He replied,
"No, indeed he could not." I was silent—numbed;
my young heart, warm then in the
feelings and sentiments of friendship, had received
a shock. I felt my cheek hot with the
blush of wounded pride and disappointment,
and could only say, "I am sorry for it;" and,
wishing him a good morning, left him to himself
and his hundreds.' Haydon was an awkward
leech; but considering their friendship,
this was a little too bad of Wilkie. On his way
home, an eating-house keeper was more generous.
To eat was a necessity. Haydon, who
had dined at the place often, went in therefore,
and after his dinner 'my hand went into
my empty pocket in make-belief, and I said,
"Oh, I've forgot my money to-day, I will pay,
you to-morrow!" Just as I put foot upon the
step of the outer door, a gentle tap on my
shoulder stayed my progress, and I was very
civilly invited by the keeper of the eating-house
to walk into his room, as he wished to
speak to me. I returned with him. He then
shut the door, and after apologising for the
liberty he was taking, said he had read in the
papers how badly I had been used with regard
to my picture ("Macbeth," which Sir G. Beaumont
had returned because Haydon had increased
its size), and that if dining there, or
living entirely at his house, would be any convenience
to me, he should be quite delighted,
and I might pay him when I was able. I
agreed to dine there for the future, with many
thanks for this noble, disinterested kindness.'
It is pleasant to add that when, shortly afterwards,
'Solomon' sold for eight hundred
guineas, Haydon paid all his creditors, the
generous eating-housekeeper included; and,
still more, that his friendship for Wilkie still
continued. 'I did not let trifles of this kind
come between us to mar our mutual satisfaction
in the pursuit of our beloved art.'
We regret that we cannot extract Bewick's
interesting descriptions of Hazlitt, nor his exciting
account of an evening with Ugo Foscolo
and Wordsworth—the best picture in the
book—when the passionate Italian declaimed
his poetry before the philosophic Lakeist; and
in Haydon's small parlour, greatly to the
peril of Wordsworth's nose, especially when,
in the extraordinary discussion which followed,
Foscolo clenched his fist in the poet's face.
Amusing anecdotes of Wilkie, especially one
of his visit to Castle Howard, and of Lord
Carlisle's indignation at the thought that he
wanted to dine with him—'What does the fellow
mean? Does he want to dine with me?
I think my steward or housekeeper might content
him;' interviews with Curran, Lord Norbury,
O'Connell; two visits to Abbotsford,
introducing anecdotes and characteristic traits
of Scott; a visit to the Ettrick Shepherd;
sketches, anecdotes, gossip concerning dozens
of notables in literature and art; letters and
journals from Rome and Naples, with anecdotes
of Gibson, whose friendship he secured,
and who modelled his bust; correspondence
in leisurely age with his friend Davison concerning
art and artists, with the various
methods and merits of the latter, make up two
volumes of the most interesting ana, which few
will be able to throw aside until they are finished.
It is pleasant to add that Mr. Bewick acquired
a competence, built a house and a picture
gallery at Darlington, and although for some
years a valetudinarian, died in a good old age,
greatly respected by a large circle of friends.
Life and Adventures of Count Beugnot, Minister
of State under Napoleon I. Edited from
the French by Charlotte M. Yonge. Two
vols. Hurst and Blackett.
Jean Claude Count Beugnot lived through the
entire period of the French Revolution. He
was born early enough (in July, 1761) to have
attained to maturity at its actual outbreak, and
to have some intelligent recollection of its immediate
antecedents. He lived long enough
(until June, 1835) to see its course and issue,
and to judge its effects under three succeeding
monarchs—Louis XVIII., Charles X., and
Louis Philippe. No life could have been more
exactly timed for a complete experience of it,
and perhaps no life could have been better circumstanced
for an intelligent and just appreciation
of it. As a minister and a courtier, he
was eminent enough to stand within the circle
of confidential knowledge, but not so eminent
as to be a leader of parties, so as to be blinded
by their passions, or to share their fate; as a
politician, he was clever enough to fill offices,
and to be employed in affairs of importance,
but not so clever as to be the victim of great
and blinding ambitions. He was, moreover,
flexible enough to serve under Louis XVI.—at
any rate, as a loyalist member of the States
General of 1789, and of the Legislative Assembly
of 1791, and to suffer imprisonment during
the Reign of Terror; to be Prefect of La Seine
Inférieure, and Administrator of the Grand
Duchy of Berg under Napoleon; to be Minister
of the Home Department under the Provisional
Government; and to serve under
Louis XVIII. in various important offices—first,
as one of the three commissioners selected
by the King in the commission for the preparation
of the Charter of 1814, next as Director-General
of Police, next as Minister of Marine
Affairs, next as Postmaster-General. In 1819,
a Royal ordinance summoned him to the Chamber
of Peers, but before it could be countersigned
the ministry resigned, and he did not
take his seat until 1830, a few months before
the revolution which placed Louis Philippe on
the throne. The retrospect of such a man
must have been something like that of Noah
and his sons. He was a good administrator,
a fair Parliamentary orator, an admirable
drawer-up of State papers, a cautious, respectable,
able coadjutor; ranking, relatively with
men in English political history, like Sir J.
Graham or Lord Halifax. His literary ability
was considerable, as these memoirs prove, but
it was not so great as to cause his ambition for
original authorship to disqualify his talent for
reporting or recording what he heard and saw.
He was of the literary type of Mr. Nassau Senior,
only with far better opportunities of knowing;
and instead of merely reporting the sayings
and doings and opinions of others, he aspired
to quasi-historical memoir writing, which throws
the information that he had such rare opportunities
of possessing into an independent narrative
form, which is to all intents and purposes
history, only with the episodical freedom of
journal writing. Perhaps no man, unless it
were Talleyrand himself, could have told us so
much of the secret history of his times, and
Talleyrand could not help writing fiction instead
of history. Count Beugnot, as portrayed by
himself, produces a feeling of high respect and
esteem. He was sincere, honest, and faithful;
he was a consistent Liberal, who had respect
for authority, and felt it right, in the interests
of liberty, to accept whatever Government was
in power; he was, moreover, bold and faithful,
sometimes in circumstances of great personal
peril. We do not feel towards him as towards
Mirabeau, or Talleyrand, or Lamartine, or
Guizot. He was not positive enough or brilliant
enough to excite either high admiration
or great antagonism. He was a safe politician,
an honourable man, and a literary mediocrity of
the very highest class, but no more.
It is impossible to exaggerate the rich materials
of these volumes. They lack the aristocratic
gossip of the memoirs of St. Simon;
they have not the melodramatic excitement or
literary brilliancy of the historical romances
of Lamartine; they are destitute of the doctrinaire
philosophising which characterizes
Guizot; but they are most interesting and
sober recitals of what may be called the social
history of the Revolution, in many of its byways,
as well as at its centre. Almost every
page is a romance, revealing—sometimes pitiably
and ignominiously—the secret springs of
great transactions, the littleness of great men,
the selfishness of patriots, the intrigues of
politics, the little wisdom with which the world
is governed. Count Beugnot, moreover, possesses
the rare qualities of truthfulness and
fairness. He manifestly tries to tell us the
truth, and with great shrewdness and justice
he endeavours to present both the defects and
excellencies of the monarchs under whom he
served. He has generous words for Napoleon,
does full justice to his superb genius, while
he exhibits his hard coarseness and selfish, unscrupulousness,
and clearly discerns the fatal
defects which led to his fall. He respects
Louis XVIII., his refinement and his wit,
while in a very quiet way he exhibits his intense
heartlessness and selfishness. He penetrates
the unprincipled, intriguing character of
the Orleans Princes, and prepares his readers
for their fall, which he did not live to see. He
appreciates, too, with much of the judicial
power of an Englishman, the character of the
French nation, and the fatal defects which
keep it in almost a chronic state of eruption.
It is impossible to cull from the rich repertory
of these pages. We can only indicate a few
of the points of interest. A native of Bar-sur-Aube,
Count Beugnot became acquainted with
the notorious Madame de Lamotte, the heroine
of the 'Diamond Necklace,' who in 1762 (a
misprint, surely, for 1782) took refuge in Bar-sur-Aube,
on escaping with her sister from
the Convent at Longchamps. The two young
ladies were descendants of the Baron de Rémi,
a natural son of Henry II., and claimed the
estates of their family, the only thing which it
had preserved being its pedigree. The king
had granted to their father a pension of £40,
and to the girls £24 each, besides placing them
gratuitously in the Abbey of Longchamps, near
Paris, with a view to the honourable extinction
of a family which had troublesome claims.
Madame de Surmont took compassion upon
them, and Mademoiselle de St. Rémi fascinated
M. de Surmont, and married his nephew, M.
de Lamotte. The part of Madame de Lamotte
in the amazing story of the 'Diamond Necklace'
is told at great length, as also are many
details of her history, M. de Beugnot being on
terms of intimacy with her, and more than
once coming into perilous contact with this
strange tragedy. To her and Cagliostro three
chapters are devoted; both are admirably
sketched, and many illustrative anecdotes
of them are told. The Cardinal de Rohan
had faith in Cagliostro and 'the Duke de
Chartres (Egalité), at whose court it had been
decided no longer to believe in a God, but
who was quite inclined to believe in Cagliostro.'
Beugnot helped Madame de Lamotte
to destroy her letters on the night of her
arrest. 'Here it was that, casting cursory
glances over some of the thousands of the letters
of Cardinal de Rohan, I was sorry to see
what a wreck the delirium of love, exaggerated
by the madness of ambition, had made of this
wretched man. It is fortunate for the Cardinal's
memory that these letters have been suppressed,
but it is a loss to the history of human
passion. What an age was that when a prince
of the Church did not hesitate to write, to
sign with his name, and to address to a woman,
letters that a man of our day, who had the
least self-respect, might begin to read, but
would never finish!' This story, in the light
which it throws upon the condition of France,
forms a kind of prelude to the personal history
of Beugnot, who is first elected a Deputy
to the States General. Curious things are told
of Marat, who 'was then only a professor of
physic, and made a crusade against the sun,
declaring that it was not the fountain of light,
and found persons senseless enough to listen
to, and even to commend him.'
A characteristic story of the hauteur of the
old French aristocracy is told of Madame de
Brionne, who, at the time of the first insurrection
of Paris, was advised by the Bishop of Autun
to go and spend some time in a little provincial
town, where she would not be known. 'A
little provincial town!' she replied, 'Oh, M. de
Perigord, I can be a peasant if you please, but
never a bourgeoise!'
Louis XV. blamed the Archbishop of Narbonne
for his inordinate love of hunting. 'My
Lord Archbishop, you are a great hunter; I
know something about it. How can you forbid
your priests from hunting if you spend your
life in setting them an example of it?' 'Sire,' he
replied, 'for my priests, hunting is their own
vice; in my case, it is the vice of my ancestors.'
'My Lord Archbishop,' said the King on another
occasion, 'they say that you are in debt,
and, very deeply.' 'Sire,' was the reply, 'I
will ask my steward about it, and have the honour
of informing your Majesty.'
In October, 1793, M. de Beugnot was imprisoned
in the Conciergerie, where, and at La
Force, he remained until the fall of Robespierre,
in daily danger of death, but, strangely,
escaping it. Of the interior of prison life during
this period he gives vivid sketches; describes
his fellow-prisoners—many of them illustrious
for rank, talents, or virtues—and the
incidents connected with the daily death delivery
of one or more of them. It is a vivid and
powerful sketch of a notable interior. This
section of the work is a series of carefully
executed sketches of notable persons, especially
of the leading Girondists, including a full-length
portrait of Madame Roland. He says,
'I more than once made this reflection, that
death on the scaffold only causes horror to the
generality of men, because they compare it
with a state of peace, of enjoyment, and perhaps
of happiness they are experiencing; but
death considered from the depths of a dungeon,
or what is more, death when the whole
existence is changed into torture, is no longer
the height of evils, but their remedy.'
Here we must leave M. de Beugnot. The
subsequent portions of his book are even more
important and interesting, as the author himself
rose to eminence, and came into closer contact
with the great movements of history.
Every page teems with interest, not only to the
historical student, but to the general reader.
Miss Yonge has done good service in translating
this important work, especially at this
juncture, when the spiral cycle of French destiny
has again brought its revolutionary tragedy.
It is needless to say that she has executed
her task well, although she might, in one or
two places, have still further exercised her
power of excision.
The Coolie: His Rights and Wrongs. Notes
of a Journey to British Guiana, with a review
of the System and of the recent Commission
of Inquiry. By the Author of
'Ginx's Baby.' Strahan and Co.
The conditions of coolie emigration from the
East Indies to the West, although attracting
but little attention from the general public,
have been regarded anxiously by politicians
and philanthropists, who know how easily enormous
oppression and cruel wrong may shelter
themselves under legal forms of emigration,
and what a peculiar field for unscrupulous cupidity
is constituted by the transmigration of
helpless Hindoos and Chinese to British plantations
in British Guiana. That great abuses
have been perpetrated admits of no doubt, but
happily facilities of knowledge and of redress
are much greater than in the old days of slavery;
and experience has made the British
public and the British Government susceptible
and suspicious so that long continuance of
wrong is not possible. A Mr. Des Vœux, formerly
a stipendiary magistrate in Demerara,
now an administrator in St. Lucia, at the close
of 1869 addressed a letter to Earl Granville,
the Colonial Secretary, representing the state
of the coolie emigrants 'to be little other
than that from which not many years ago the
tillers of the same soil were redeemed by
our generous fathers. Seduced from India or
China by false promises (so he seems to have
averred), not duly notified of the legislation
which would affect their relations when they
reached the field of labour, assigned without
due caution on the part of the executive to the
power of unconscientious masters, wronged by
the law and against law, daily injured, and unable
to obtain redress because of combinations
between unjust magistrates, hireling doctors,
and manœuvring planters, dying unrecked and
unreckoned (I have tried faithfully thus to
sum up this man's charges), such a fifty thousand
British subjects anywhere existing would
heat the sympathies of English hearts to boiling
point.' Earl Granville consequently appointed
a commission of inquiry, and two philanthropic
societies, 'The Anti-Slavery,' and
'The Aborigines Protection Society,' induced
no doubt by the humane sympathies and the
great descriptive power of 'Ginx's Baby,' engaged
Mr. Jenkins, who is a barrister, to go
out as counsel to watch proceedings on their
behalf—'to represent the coolies in this inquiry.'
'I accepted and held their retainer as
a counsel, not as a partisan.' This volume is
his report. It is, we must confess, simply a
blue-book; but little of the dash and humour
and graphic description of 'Ginx's Baby' characterize
it. His clients are distant; his employers
required exact statements of facts and
figures. It is a law case, and not a romance.
It is full of valuable information, but useful
information is interesting only to politicians
and philanthropic societies. Mr. Jenkins is
not dull—he is most so when he tries to force
the fun; ordinarily, he is as graphic in description
and as picturesque in statistics as his subject-matter
will permit him to be. Everywhere
he is intelligent and apparently most
solicitously impartial. In the descriptive parts
of his book he suffers by comparison with the
graphic power of Mr. Kingsley's 'At Last,' yet
fresh in the memory of all readers. The book
is to be accepted, therefore, simply as a blue-book
of useful information. The question is
one of interest and importance; it affects our
national honour and philanthropy. It is
'whether an artificial system for the transfer
of the swarming hives of Eastern Asia to the
needy plains of the tropical West can be formed,
organized, and conducted with results
equally efficacious to the capitalists and beneficial
to the emigrants.'
Although Mr. Jenkins thinks that Mr. Des
Vœux's statement, made under fear, as he says,
of a coolie rising, are exaggerated, and that his
examination before the commissioners 'proved
to be of a very unsatisfactory character,' that
he had written 'a very long and serious letter,
with the honestest of intentions but with the
least business-like of performance,' he thinks
that there was a necessity for the inquiry, and
that 'the severe animadversions on Mr. Des
Vœux's conduct, in the report of the commissioners,
was beyond the proper sphere of their
duty;' also that, 'on one or two points, absolute
justice does not seem to have been done him in
the report.' Mr. Jenkins describes his voyage
out, several farms which he visited, the proceedings
before the commissioner, the organization
for emigration in India and in British
Guiana, with the management of the emigration
office, indentures, registers, &c., women
and marriages, emigration laws, remedies
against employers, wages, medical inspection,
&c., illustrating each by facts, anecdotes
which may not be always facts, and various
details. He also traces the growth of the
coolie system from the time of the abolition of
slavery, and discusses the apprenticeship and
other provisions for its regulation. The home
Government has refused to subsidize the emigration;
hence it has been in a state of chronic
feud with the colony. The details given by
Mr. Jenkins in his appendix, under the head
'Review of Emigration,' are of a very grave and
ominous character. First he tells us that
'every importation of African blood, whether
aboriginal or West Indian, has from the first
regularly disappointed its promoters; the
causes 'lie partly in the character of the negro,
partly in the incapacity of the old labour system
for adaptation to a state of things in which
the labourers had become free.' In 1839, a
society was formed to procure emigrants without
the aid of the State; 2,900 labourers were
obtained from Barbadoes, and thirty from the
United States. The emigrants were speedily
absorbed into the mass of village population.
In 1841, bounty was paid on 8,098 emigrants,
chiefly Portuguese, from Madeira and Brazil;
the mortality was appalling, and under an act
of disallowance in October of the same year,
public emigration came to an end. In 1844,
Acts were passed providing for Chinese and
coolie emigration, and the next year 563 emigrants
came from Calcutta, and 225 from
Madras. In the following year nearly 6,000
Portuguese emigrants arrived, together with
1,373 from Calcutta, and 2,455 from Madras.
They were 'ravaged by disease, and literally
decimated year by year in the process of
acclimatization.' Between 1845 and 1851,
18,707 Madeirans had been imported. The
census of 1851 showed that only 7,928 were in
the colony; some, however, had returned to
their native country. The quinquennial increase
in the number of Indian emigrants
arriving during each of the four periods 1851–1855,
1856–1861, 1861–1865, 1806–1870, is
represented by the figures 9,000, 14,000, 18,000,
and 24,000. In 1853, besides the Indians,
647 Chinese were added, and in the seven
years 1859–1866, about 12,000 more. The
Chinese have proved very valuable emigrants.
About 10,000 Barbadians, 12 Portuguese, and
2,500 Africans, made an estimated rural population
of 92,466. The death-rate is very
high, never less than 10 per cent. The proportion
of women to men among the coolies
in British Guiana is as 10,000 to 29,000, among
the Chinese as 2 to 114. The detailed evils
resulting from this, given in Mr. Jenkins's
chapter on the subject, are appalling. Mr.
Jenkins also quotes from the Pioneer of India
an ugly story concerning Jamaica emigration
agents, who attempted in India to carry off
some twenty women by force, whom they had
got into confinement; and were defeated only
by the energy of the Rev. Mr. Evans. Although
women are almost useless as labourers, it is a
suspicious fact that the fee for each woman recruited
in India is seven rupees, while that for
a man is only four. We cannot discuss the
various points of emigration policy advocated
by Mr. Jenkins; we can only thank him for
directing public attention to a matter so deeply
affecting our colonial future on the one hand,
and our national honour on the other.
Westward by Rail; a Journey to San Francisco
and Back, and a Visit to the Mormons.
By W. T. Rae. Longmans, Green, and Co.
In a new introductory chapter to this second
and cheaper edition of his book, concerning
which, on its first appearance, we spake with
strong and merited commendation, Mr. Rae
gives additional information concerning the
Mormons, and the effect produced upon Mormonism
by the new railway, by the Mormon revolt
under Mr. Godbe and the sons of Joseph
Smith, and by the vigorous policy of the
United States Government. Mr. Rae does not
think that it has sustained much damage by
either. Brigham Young said that he did not
'care anything for a religion which could not
stand a railroad.' Mr. Godbe's reform is
brought under suspicion by its commercial
motive, and was checkmated by Brigham
Young giving the electoral franchise to women.
The chief perils to Mormonism are the successful
assertion of the control of the Mormon
militia by Governor Schaffer, and some decisions
of Chief Justice McKean securing
absolute impartiality between Mormon and
Gentile in the law courts, refusing to naturalize
any aliens who are polygamists, and refusing
to legalize certain donations of public land
made by the Mormon Legislative Assembly.
The recent census gives a population in Salt
Lake City of 17,246 persons, in the territory
of Utah of 86,786, both much below the calculation
of the Mormons themselves.
Mr. Rae also gives the latest information
concerning gold and silver mining in the States
of California and Nevada, and the territory of
Utah, and concerning the development of traffic
on the Great Pacific Railway.
Canoe Travelling: Log of a Cruise in the
Baltic, and Practical Hints in Building
and Fitting Canoes. By Warington Baden-Powell.
With Twenty-four Illustrations
and a Map. Smith, Elder, and Co.
The canoe achievements of Mr. McGregor—and
perhaps even more the graphic way in
which they have been described—have provoked
much emulation, and bid fair to raise
canoeing into one of our characteristic national
recreations, like yachting and Alpine climbing.
Mr. Baden-Powell records a remarkable achievement
of 400 miles of canoeing in the Baltic.
Starting from Gothenburg in the Cattegat, on
the western coast of Sweden, he and his companion
took their two canoes up the river
Gotha, and across the large inland lake Wevern,
100 miles long, which they crossed in a
steamer; then through the West Gotha Canal,
and across the Lakes Wicken and Wettern,
Boven, Roxen, and Elen, with their connecting
canals, to the Baltic; then along the north
coast of the Baltic, with its innumerable islets,
and up the Oxlo Sound to Stockholm. From
Stockholm they went by steamer to Gothland,
Carlsharm, and Malmo, from which place they
crossed in the canoes to Copenhagen, thence by
railway and steamer to Ketson, Kiel, and Hamburg,
where, after some short river canoe excursions,
they took steamer to England. The
account of the voyage is little more than a log
of sailing experiences, with slight touches of
description of people and places; but it will
be read with interest by all who are fond of
boating, and by many who are not. The
second part of the book is purely technical, and
furnishes data for the construction of canoes.
POETRY, FICTION, AND BELLES LETTRES.
Balaustion's Adventure: including a Transcript
from Euripides. By Robert Browning.
Smith, Elder, and Co.
Mr. Browning's pastimes are characteristic
enough. This new poem he calls a May-month
amusement, in the very graceful dedication in
which he explains its origin; but still we have
the personal qualities as predominant as elsewhere.
The Countess Cowper, it appears,
urged him to give a version of a play of Euripides,
'of that strangest, sweetest song of his,
Alkestis;' and Mr. Browning gallantly set himself
to the task. But well may he say, in a
slightly different sense from what he meant it,
though truly in no disparagement of his own
originality, 'Euripides might fear little; out
I, also, have an interest in the performance;
and what wonder if I beg you to suffer that it
make, in another and far easier sense, its nearest
possible approach to those Greek qualities
of goodness and beauty, by laying itself gratefully
at your feet?' Had it not been for the
skill with which Mr. Browning invents dramatic
expedients to aid him in relieving and toning
down the contrast which would inevitably have
been felt between the direct and sunny simplicity
of the Greek, and his own wayward, imperative
many-moodedness—to coin a phrase—something
of the grotesque would assuredly
have mingled itself with this performance. But,
though the clear wine has been poured into a
coloured glass, ornamented with design all too
florid, it is presented to us by so sweet a hand
that we often forget the contrast in the singular
grace of the maidenly face and figure. Balaustion—wild
pomegranate flower—has in her
something of the Greek; but she has also an
ineffable touch of our modern time. Her image
comes as that of a reconciling spirit between
Mr. Browning and the old Greek poet, in such
a manner, as suffices to divert the mind from a
too exclusive devotion to particular points.
The necessity that rests on Mr. Browning to
first of all create a series of media through
which any circumstance or event may be seen,
comes out most strongly here, where the subject-matter
seemed least of all to admit of it.
The triumph of Mr. Browning's genius lies in
this, that in some sort he justifies his own injustice
to those Greek qualities of unvarying
clearness and grace of outline. Goethe, in his
'Helena,' celebrated in significant style the
marriage of the Greek and Gothic spirit, and he
even condescended under allegorical figure to
point at individual poets. Had he lived to read
'Balaustion's Adventure,' he would have found
in it a valuable instance. Mr. Browning is
Greek in the fresh simplicity of his feeling;
but Gothic in the necessity he is ever under to
see his thoughts reduplicated in the shade and
sunshine of many different moods or minds.
Hence the lyrical spirit and the peculiarly dramatic
form of his work; and so it is in this
'Adventure.'
The girlish simplicity of Balaustion, the
Rhodian maiden who recites the play, and her
capacity for pure unalloyed devotion—for she
twice saves her friends by her patriotism and
love of poetry—justify, in part at least, what
appear to be inconsistencies in Mr. Browning's
rendering; such, for example, as the lofty
idealisation of the character of Admetos. It is
just such as a fresh enthusiastic girl would,
out of her own maidenly conception, impose on
a hero of her own, thrown into such tragic
circumstances of those of Alkestis. Thus,
even where we are most induced to criticise,
the figure of the teller comes in to warn us;
but after all, the modern poet, by virtue of his
dramatic medium, has reached a truer conception
than that of Euripides, or has illumined
his conception by letting full upon it the freer
lights of earlier time. But clearly, the transcript
from Euripides, in the hands of Mr.
Browning, undergoes a strange transformation.
It is not alone that lines here and there vary
very much from the original, and that expressions
are amplified or departed from; it is that
on the old Greek thought a wholly modern
conception of love, and of life and death, is
superimposed, and a dim doctrine of spiritual
compensation interwoven with it, which is
quite alien to Greek feeling. Something, however,
may be said for the fact that we have
here really a reminiscence of a former telling,
in which, naturally, much of the halo that rests
on the past, simply because it has 'orbed into
the perfect star,' would unconsciously well up
round the recollection, and colour the incident.
All this, of course, shows Mr. Browning's supreme
art in dramatic expedient; but some of
the expressions of Herakles and not a few utterances
of Admetos, are almost too distinctly
spiritualistic to pass muster in the connection
in which we find them. For example, this:—
'Since death divides the pair,
'Tis well that I depart and thou remain
Who wast to me as spirit is to flesh:
Let the flesh perish, be perceived no more,
So thou, the spirit that informed the flesh,
Read yet awhile, a very flame above
The rift I drop into the darkness by,—
And bid remember, flesh and spirit once
Worked in the world, one body, for man's sake.
Never be that abominable show
Of passive death without a quickening life,
Admetos only, no Alkestis now!'
Mr. Browning, in quoting the verse from
Mrs. Browning, sufficiently indicates the spirit
in which he would read the Alkestis; but clear
it is that he might have chosen from the earlier
poets passages far less likely to give rise to
the contradiction which we have spoken of,
and which cannot but be more or less felt in
this instance. In Euripides, we see the first
fatal symptoms of the skepticism and materialism
which finally overtook the Greek stage.
There is a good deal of casuistry in his expedients,
which often the stage-play (of which
Mr. Browning has decisively got rid) helped
him to conceal. The old honest belief in the
myths was beginning to fade and weaken, and
had already become pretty much a thing for
the theatre. Mr. Browning has aimed at idealising
Euripides—at elevating him, as it were,
to the point at which Greek myth will reflect
the rising lights of modern ideas. But it is inevitable
that scholars should feel that there is
a lack of solid foundation for the rendering.
To those who choose to receive Mr. Browning's
Alkestis implicitly, it can only be a thing of
beauty and of noblest meaning. So far as it
is Greek, it gives the earlier rather than the
later conception; but it has wrapped the Greek
ideal in a new atmosphere of spiritual truth.
If Mr. Browning had chosen the Alkestis of
Euripides for the sole purpose of proving his
wonderful dramatic capability, and his power
of involving himself in a theme and so transforming
it, he could not have found a better,
that is to say, a more difficult, subject. In
Greece the husband existed for the State, the
wife for the husband, and the conjugal relation
was little relieved by sentiment. Euripides
celebrates the mere triumph of this
Greek wifely duty—no more; but how exquisitely
does Mr. Browning make Balaustion play
chorus, so as occasionally to give opportunity
for the infusion of his own transcendentalism.
Sometimes, however, Mr. Browning shows fine
capacity for catching the Greek grace and unconscious
sensuousness of conception. Nothing
could be more faithful than this:—
'For thee, Alkestis, Queen!
Many a time those haunters of the Muse
Shall sing thee to the seven-stringed mountain shell,
And glorify in hymns that need no harp,
At Sparta when the cycle comes about,
And that Karneian month wherein the moon
Rises and never sets the whole night through:
So too at splendid and magnificent
Athenai. Such the spread of thy renown,
And such the lay that, dying, thou hast left,
Singer and sayer.'
We take it for granted that our readers,
either directly or indirectly, have got some notion
of what we may call the machinery of the
poem. When the Rhodians revolt because of
the disastrous failure of the Nikian expedition
against Syracuse, Balaustion urges her friends
not to throw off their allegiance, but—
'Rather go die at Athens, lie outstretched
For feet to trample on, before the gate
Of Diomedes or the Hippadai,
Before the temples and among the tombs,
Than tolerate the grim felicity
Of harsh Lakonia.'
She urges them to go to Athens, and they
set sail. When they are blown out of their
course she encourages them to new effort by
singing poems; and when they are cast on the
Syracusan coast, she wins the suffrages even
of the Syracusans by her recitations. She tells
her friends, just when she is about to be happily
wedded, of this her early adventure, and
recites the 'whole main of a play from first to
last,' which was associated in her mind with
such strange, glad memories.
And this is Mr. Browning's way of reproducing
Euripides to us. Nothing could be
more characteristic than this performance. It
is full of dramatic subtleties; yet ever and
anon the pure naturalness and simplicity of
Greek life break through upon us with subduing
force from the strange relief of contrast.
One of our poets, in a very clever jeu d'esprit,
spoke of Mr. Browning as 'thinking in Greek.'
This poem proves, in a certain respect, how
true was the characterization. But if Mr.
Browning thinks in Greek, then it is most
often to the low, sad undertone of modern
doubt, question, and perplexity. The sunshine
that is cast over this whole adventure is
what most entitles it to be called Greek, though
there is far too much suggestion of shadow, in
the shape of perilous speculation, in the background.
Faust; a Tragedy. By John Wolfgang Von
Goethe. Translated in the original metres
by Bayard Taylor. Strahan and Co.
All translators of first-class poetry have a difficult
series of problems to solve; but we are
disposed to think a version of 'Faust' in the
original metres is about the most arduous task
a man could set himself. We would almost
rather attempt 'The Birds' of Aristophanes.
Mr. Taylor, hitherto known as one of the
choicest writers of that variety of English prose
which has developed itself across the Atlantic—a
variety which is what gardeners call a
'sport'—is not quite up to the great work he
has undertaken. He is not a sufficiently subtle
metrist to echo the delicate melodies which
lurk in Goethe's simplest forms of rhythm;
nor does he always faithfully reflect Goethe's
ideas—which, though twisted into recondite
form, are usually simple reproductions of archaic
axioms. It is the highest compliment
you can pay Goethe, to say that there is nothing
new in him. He iterated ancient truths in
forms that suited his own era. He was like a
mighty tree, bearing fresh foliage every year,
but always the same old oak that cast cool
shadows on the lawns of Eden. Nothing can
be more certain than that absolutely new ideas
must be false ideas; but it is equally certain
that a man of great genius does infinite good
by thinking out old ideas afresh, and presenting
them in a form that suits his generation.
There is not much in 'Faust' that there is not
in 'Job' (which some authorities deem the
oldest poem in existence), and there is much
in 'Job' which there is not in 'Faust.' But
'Faust' was a necessity of the age, for all that.
And even Bailey's 'Festus,' a very crude and
washed-out variation of the theme, did good in
its time.
The deficiencies we have indicated in Mr.
Taylor's work are more visible in the second
part of 'Faust' than in the first. In both
they are painfully observable. Take Gretchen's
song, 'The King in Thule:' we select the
first, second, and fifth stanzas:—
'There was a king in Thule
Was faithful till the grave,
To whom his mistress dying
A golden goblet gave.
'Nought was to him more precious;
He drained it at every bout;
His eyes with tears ran over
As oft as he drank out.
'Then stood the old carouser,
And drank the last life-glow,
And hurled the hallowed goblet
Into the tide below.'
Herewith we venture to compare the same
stanzas, in a boyish translation of our own,
made when we had a vision of translating
'Faust':—
'There was a king in Thule, the ancient sea beside;
His love a goblet gave him upon the day she died.
'At festival and banquet he loved that cup of gold,
For many a dream it brought him of the sweet days of old.
'The aged king arises; a mighty draught drinks he,
Then hurls the golden-goblet away into the sea.'
Some of Mr. Taylor's expressions in the few
lines we have cited are unpoetic, and some are
unintelligible; for example, what is to be understood
by the old king's drinking 'his last
life-glow?' Rhyme is of course answerable
for the barbarism.
Now let us take the first four lines of 'The
Prologue in Heaven'—the song of Raphael, the
Archangel. Thus Mr. Taylor:—
'The sun-orb sings in emulation,
'Mid brother spheres, his ancient round—
His path predestined through creation,
He ends with step of thunder-sound.'
This is awkward and unpoetic. The sun 'singing
a round' makes one think of
'Three blind mice—
See how they run!'
Here is Dr. Anster's version of the same
lines:—
'The sun, as in the ancient days,
'Mong sister stars in rival song,
His destined path preserves, obeys.
And still in thunder rolls along.'
Shelley writes:—
'The sun makes music as of old
Amid the rival spheres of Heaven,
On its predestined circle rolled
With thunder speed.'
Again, let us place in parallel the final lines
of Raphael's song. Taylor:—
'The lofty works, uncomprehended,
Are bright as on the earliest day.'
Anster:—
'Mysterious all—yet all is good,
All fair as at the birth of light.'
Shelley:—
'The world's unwithered countenance
Is bright as at the birth of day.'
Mr. Taylor's liability to mistake Goethe's
meaning—a liability shared by most translators,
because the poet is really simple, when
they fancy him only an utterer of enigmas—is
curiously shown by his rendering of a famous
line:—
'Es irrt der Mensch, so lang er strebt.'
Goethe meant simply this, 'Man errs when
he strives'—calm is both power and joy—leave
the great movement of the world do to its
work, and be passive in the hands of the Creator.
His faith was in repose. Well, Mr. Taylor
gives us the renderings of nine translators,
none of whom have approached the simplicity,
and only one or two the meaning of the original.
Ex. gr.:—
'Hayward.—Man is liable to error, while his struggle lasts.
Anster.—Man's hour on earth is weakness, error, strife.
Brooks.—Man errs and staggers from his birth.
Swanwick.—Man, while he striveth, is prone to err.
Blackie.—Man must still err, so long as he strives.
Martin.—Man, while his struggle lasts, is prone to stray.
Beresford.—Man errs as long as lasts his life.
Birch.—Man's prone to err in acquisition.
Blaze.—L'Homme s'égare, tant qu'il cherche son but.'
To which let us add:—
Bayard Taylor.—'While man's desires and aspirations stir,
He cannot choose but err.'
One would like to know what becomes of
the original metres, when a line of eight monosyllables
is transmuted into two claudicant
lines that run to sixteen syllables. By the
way, we must remember one other rendering:—
Shelly.— . . . 'Man
Must err till he has ceased to struggle.'
But even Shelley has not quite caught
Goethe's meaning. This is excusable, as we
know that Shelley's German was imperfect.
Our ultimate judgment on Mr. Bayard Taylor's
effort is simply this: it is a worthy piece
of work, but it does not, and cannot stand
as representative of 'Faust,' for the two reasons
already assigned. Mr. Taylor cannot
fathom Goethe's meaning, and cannot catch his
music.
The Breitmann Ballads. By Charles G.
Leland. Complete Edition. Trübner and
Co.
Mr. Leland has found it necessary to protest
against spurious Breitmanns, and to say that
his only authentic ballads are contained in this
volume—a testimony at once to both the popularity
of the ballads and the value of this
edition. The various parts of the volume are
very unequal in merit, but 'Hans Breitmann in
Italy' is equal to the best work of the author,
and attests his varied attainments. We have
already done justice to the ballads, and need
only quote his advice to the Pope:—
'"Tonitrus et cespes!" dixit Johanes Breitmann.
"Si veritatem cupies, tunc ego sum der right man;
Percute semper ferrum dum caldum est et malleable,
Nunc est tuum tempus te facere infallible.
'"In nostra America quum Præses decet abire,
Die ultimo fecit omne quodposset imaginire.
Appointet ambasciatores et post-magistros,
Consules et alios, per dextros et sinistros.
'"Quum Rex Bomba ista Neapolit—anus,
Compulsus fuit to shin it—ut dixit Africanus—
Fecit ultimo die ducos et countos, vanus.
(Inter alios McCloskey, tuus Hibernicus chamberlanus.)
'"Et quia tu es; ut credo; ultimus Poporum,
Facis bene devenire, quod dicitur High Cockalorum—
Sei magnissimus toad in the puddle, ite caput, magnamente;
Et Eritus sicut Deus, nemine contradicente!
'"Unus error solus, Sancte Pater commisisti.
Quia primus infallible non te proclamavisti,
Nam nemo audet dicere: Papa fecit quod non est bonus.
Decet semper jactare super alios probandi onus.
'"Conceptio Immaculata, hoc modo fixisti,
Et nemo audet dicere unum verbum, de isti:
Non vides si infallibilis es, et vultis es exdare,
Non alius sed tu solus hanc debet proclamare."
'"Figlio mio," dixit Papa; "tu es homo mirabilis,
Tua verba sunt mi dulcior quam ostriche cum Chablis,
In tutta Roma, de Alemania gente,
Non ho visto uno con si grande mente.
Ver obenedetto es—eris benedictus,
'"Tibi mitterem photographiam in qua sum depictus,
Tu comprendes situatio—il punto et gravamen.
Sunt pauci clerici ut te. Nunc dico tibi.—Amen."'
The Member for Paris: a Tale of the Second
Empire. By Trois-Etoiles. Three vols.
Smith, Elder, and Co.
The purpose of this very clever book is to
give a picture of the political and social state of
France during the early period of the Second
Empire, the period immediately subsequent to
the coup d'état—the period of the Crimean
War, and of the Crédit Mobilier. Anything
more shrewd in observation, more competent in
knowledge, more healthy in judgment, more
caustic in refined sarcasm, more sparkling in
style, it is difficult to imagine. The thread of
story upon which these sketches are strung is
of the slenderest. Raoul Aimé was Duke of
Hautbourg, on the Loire, whose head shared
the fate of those of so many of the old aristocracy
in 1793, and whose estate was sold for a
mere song to an attorney. Raoul Aimé's son
went into exile, married the wealthy daughter
of an English slave-owner, with whose money
he bought back the estate, returned to France
with Louis XVIII., and died a Minister of
State. His son was accidentally killed in the
streets the day after the coup d'état of 1851,
his nephew, Manuel Gerald, being heir to his
title and property. A sturdy, and noble-hearted
Republican, Gerald cannot take possession
of estates purchased with the money of a slaveholder,
or live in France under the régime of
Napoleon III. He lives, therefore, in comparative
poverty in Brussels, and distributes the
large revenue of his estates in charities. His
two sons, Horace and Emile, enthusiastically
ratify their father's repudiations, and study
law in Paris in order to practise as barristers.
The father, however, wisely refuses to accept
the verdict of his sons as final, puts into their
hands a deed conveying the estate to them,
and puts them upon a probation of five years,
at the end of which their decision is to be
given. The two young men enter at the bar, take
modest lodgings in the house of a haberdasher,
and become the heroes of the story. Their
characters are finely discriminated. Horace,
the elder, is full of fine generous impulses and
virtues, but has certain social weaknesses that
render him incapable of the austere, not to say
Quixotic virtues of his father. Emile, who is
subordinate in the narrative, is less brilliant
than Horace, but studious, solid, modest, and
Spartan; both brothers, moreover, are affectionate
and filial. The interest centres on Horace,
who makes a brilliant début in defence of a
press prosecution, and becomes famous; is returned
deputy for Paris, becomes acquainted
with M. Macrobe, the great financier, the founder
and chairman of the Crédit Parisien; is so
far entangled by him as to marry his daughter
Angelique, notwithstanding a deeper passion
for Georgette, the haberdasher's daughter;
writes brilliant articles, makes effective
speeches, passes through various phases of
Parisian life, and ultimately, after his father's
death, determines to claim the dukedom. Almost
every class and aspect of the venal life of
Paris during this humiliating period is made to
pass before us, the chief personages being portraits
from life, easily cognizable by anyone
moderately acquainted with history: indeed,
the names of some are but very thinly disguised.
Thus, Jules Favre is Claude Febre, M.
Thiers is M. Tiré, M. Arsène Houssaye is Arsène
Gousset, Mr. Worth is Mr. Girth, Blanqui
is Albi. Journalist, Republican, Legitimist,
and Imperial, notably the renowned correspondent
of the Daily Telegraph, who is everywhere
and knows everything; politicians, lawyers,
novel writers, financiers, aristocrats, bourgeoisie,
Parisians, and villagers, are presented
in careful portraiture—evidently from life—the
whole being done with very great literary skill
and brilliancy. The story, slight as it is, and
notwithstanding the somewhat melodramatic
incidents of the struggle between Horace and
Albi at his father's grave, and the death of the
former and his wife on the day they take possession
of the estate, indicates great powers of
novel writing, if the writer be so minded.
Nothing can be more skilful, discriminating,
or beautiful than the delicate contrasts in
character between the two brothers, Horace
and Emile, the two girls Georgette and Angelique,
the two patriots Horace Gerald and Nestor
Roche; or more masterly than the way in
which the working of Imperial institutions is
exhibited. The marvel is that any despot, in
such a position of moral isolation, and with
such unscrupulous and reckless methods of
tyranny and corruption could, for eighteen
years, have maintained himself upon the throne
of France. The fact speaks volumes for the
condition to which unscrupulous rulers and
blind revolutions may reduce a great people.
The writer's intimate acquaintance with the interior
of French life, whether the court life of
Paris, or the village life of Hautbourg, the legal
life of the Palais de Justice, or the bourgeoise
life of commercial travellers, and
Parisian shopkeepers, is manifest in every sentence,
and is something unique. The book is
a gallery of portraits, in a series of social
sketches eminently original and clever. A
genial and high-minded Asmodeus, in a vein of
delicate sarcasm, reveals a state of things
which all were assured of, but which very few
could picture. Here, with graphic realism,
and yet with perfect delicacy, its terrible
rottenness is indicated. In his very different
field, and with a very different genius, both in
quality and degree, the author of "The Member
for Paris" has been as eminently successful
as MM. Erckmann-Châtrian. We trust that
the writer, whom we can scarcely err in
identifying with the author of the brilliant
French sketches which have appeared in the
Cornhill Magazine, will work yet more fully
the mine of which he has given us these specimens.
Behind the Veil. By the Author of 'Six
Months Hence.' Smith, Elder, and Co.
It is an undoubted weakness in a writer of fiction
when the interest of the story is made to
depend upon a succession of exciting situations
and tragic catastrophes. There was in
this writer's former work a weird interest in
the strange psychological problem which he set
himself to work out, and which was done with
a considerable degree of power and promise.
In the present story sensational incident
abounds, and is not earned off by morbid psychology.
Here, as in the former work, the
interest centres upon a murder—surely human
life is varied enough for a fresh source of interest.
The story opens with a railway accident,
in which the hero is well-nigh killed, and, in
his delirium, awakens certain suspicions about
his antecedents, the pendant picture of which
is a scene of murder in the Australian bush.
After his marriage is broken off he nearly dies
of typhus fever, in the delirium of which he
removes the suspicions which had gathered
round him; and Jessie, his betrothed, nearly
dies of a ruptured blood-vessel. Twice he
is found by Beresford in a remote part of
Wales—the chances of finding him there being
a hundred thousand to one, while the plot is
carried on by a dozen most improbable coincidences.
Then James his brother, who in fleeing
from justice has slept in a railway truck,
apparently rides to his death in a furnace, into
which, by automatic action, it is likely to deliver
him; but by a refinement of feeling, resembling
that of a cat with a mouse, he is
made to jump off and over a precipice, only
to die a few hours after in the custody of
the police, who are in pursuit of him for murder—having
confessed himself guilty, first of
the murder, then of the crime of blocking the
railway, to cause the death of his brother. In
addition to all this, Jessie's brother dies of
consumption, and a seaside acquaintance is
half killed by cardiac asthma. Now we have
no objection to a reasonable amount of the
tragic, but thus to fill a novel with it is simply
repulsive, and is defective art. A good plot
should be constructed like a Chinese puzzle,
and, like a Chinese puzzle, taken to pieces.
The Author of 'Behind the Veil' simply breaks
the puzzle after cleverly putting it together.
There can be but little good, and a very inferior
land of interest in such melodramatic
stories; we get too impatient even to be
amused, and we cannot rank very highly the
writer who chiefly depends upon them. The
best parts of 'Behind the Veil' are its dialogues
and letters—especially those of Jessie
and Flo—which are very spirited and clever;
as is also the schoolboy slang of Conrad. If
the writer would trust himself to a novel of
character he would, judging from these, succeed
well. The characters themselves, too, are
well conceived and discriminated, especially
those of the mother and the two sisters. Noel
Arlington is too galvanic to be natural or interesting.
Beresford is better, and has two
amusing foils in Smith, the pianoforte tuner,
and Pinthorne, the curate—both of which are
very clever caricatures. The literary power
evinced is considerable; the love-making is
well-nigh perfect, although we do not quite
like a man of thirty-five and upwards marrying
a girl of fifteen. The writer ought to do
good work; and will, if he will only emancipate
himself from a vicious school, depend less
upon blue lights, and more upon natural human
developments. His book is one in which,
while the defects hinder perfect sympathy, the
excellences are too distinctive to permit us to
lay it aside.
Fernyhurst Court; an Every-day Story. By
the Author of 'Stone Edge.' Strahan and
Co.
If the author of 'Behind the Veil' has gone
to the one extreme, the author of 'Fernyhurst
Court' has gone to the other. Although her
work belongs to the higher and more thoughtful
school of character, and although it is written
with the delicacy, beauty, and power that
challenged attention and excited expectation
in 'Stone Edge,' it has not movement enough
to sustain its characters. The artistic structure
is loose, although upon the artistic finish
much careful pains is bestowed. More of the
evolution of a story would have prevented the
tendency to run into inordinate descriptions
and to desultoriness which has sometimes
wearied us. The book is a thoroughly good
one—it could not be otherwise from the pen of
its author—but like 'Benoni Blake,' upon
which we have offered some criticisms in another
place, it might have been better. Whatever
the skill of touch and the effects of colour,
the first great requisite of a picture is composition;
so the first great work of a novel writer
is a story—and story there is none in 'Fernyhurst
Court.' Its studies are chiefly of women,
and are apparently intended to exhibit the
causes of wifely unfitness and motherly failure,
in little defects of temper and unselfishness.
Some half-dozen thoroughly disagreeable women
are delineated—none of them wicked, but
all unloveable through little naggings, or little
selfishnesses. We confess that we could have
dispensed with one-half of them, and could
have desired the substitution of two or three
contrasts like May. Milly is an improvement
upon Dickens's Dora, but Lionel's chances of
happiness are not great. The moral of the
story is a wholesome one if the girls will but
take it; but we confess we should like to see
the authoress devoting her fine perception of
character, and her great descriptive powers, to
a work architecturally great, as well as artistically
beautiful.
Her Title of Honour. By Holme Lee. Henry
S. King.
This charming biographical fiction is constructed
upon the outline of Henry Martyn's
history, which it clothes with imaginative flesh
and blood, incident, conversation, and motive;
so far, that is, as the actual history does not
supply these. The authoress has been very
faithful to biographical fact; her religious
sympathies, moreover, have enabled her to
enter with great appreciation into the purposes
and motives, the hopes and fears, the fluctuations
and resolves of that heroic life. The result
is an imaginative story that is probably
more true to actual life than the ordinary
biographies of Henry Martyn are; for imaginative
genius—faithful, as here, to ascertained
facts, even the minutest—can represent men
and women much more truly and vividly than
a mere common-place biographer who is restricted
to literal fact. The conception of
Eleanor's character, generous and loving, and
yet falling short of needful heroism, is not
only very fine, but is, perhaps, the true explanation
of the great disappointment in Martyn's
career. Personal and local names are changed
so as to give greater freedom of treatment to
the artist, but they are easily identified—Truro
with Pengarvon, Salisbury with Craxon,
Eleanor Trevelyan with Lydia Grenfell. We
scarcely need say of a book of Holme Lee's
writing that it is carefully finished, and redolent
of a refined and beautiful soul. We have
no more accomplished or conscientious literary
artist. The fine touches of characterization of
which the book is full, give it a great charm to
cultivated minds. The broken-off purposes of
Henry Martyn's life give novelty to the course
and issue of the story, and significance to the
moral which wise preachers often proclaim,
that tangible achievement is not the greatest
end or influence of a life. Henry Martyn may
have applied great scholarship and refined intellectual
powers to work, which ordinary
literati would have done even better, but the
consecration of ordinary powers would not
have filled the Church and the world with
such an influence.
Benoni Blake, M.D., Surgeon at Glenaldie.
By the Author of 'Peasant Life in the
North.' Strahan and Co.
'Peasant Life in the North' won for its
author a respectful attention to whatever else
he might publish. Few sketches, of contemporaneous
writers, surpass or equal the racy
characterizations and subtle human tenderness
of 'Muckle Jock,' the mild Rhadamanthus doom
of 'The Dainty Drainer,' or the perfect admixture
of refined passion and rustic roughness of
'The Mason's Daughter.' 'Benoni Blake,'
therefore, excited expectations which it will
both gratify and disappoint. Let us have done
with the grumbling first. Of course the subjective
characteristics of this author were to
be anticipated. No one could have looked for a
novel in the style of Charles Lever or Wilkie
Collins from him. Subtle analysis, quiet description,
and a certain vein of sentimental and
philosophical reflection and comment were to
be expected. We will not say that in these
rather than in crowded incident and dramatic
representations the chief genius of fiction lies.
Every man in his own order. 'Charles O'Malley'
is, in its way, as good as 'The Transformations;'
but we may say that the greatest
achievement of genius is a just equilibrium between
the two, and this the author of 'Benoni
Blake' has not maintained. His work is a
photograph rather than a story, a photograph
of the kind that presents the same face in four
aspects of it. The effect is like looking through
an album containing only different photographs
of the same person. The art is very beautiful,
and the effect for a little while very charming,
but one gets tired before the second volume,
and wishes that 'Benoni Blake' would do
something, or that somebody would do something
to him. We get as tired of his simple
inertia as he of the simple facile sweetness of
Bessie's kisses. There is, moreover, a little
too much about kissing; the sweetness of
kisses is better suggested than described. The
author has made the mistake of expanding a
sketch, such as might have found a place in
'Peasant Life,' into a book—story it scarcely
is—and he has done this by repetitions and reiterations
of substantially the same situation
and sentiments. This probably is an unconscious
revolt against mere sensationalism, for
the writer is clearly capable of spirited dialogue
and of inventive construction. We are
not, however, quite sure of the limit of this
power. Neither the peasant dialogues nor the
conversations of educated persons have much
variety; the latter, indeed, if we except the
brief episodes at Fanflare Lodge and of the flirtation
with Miss Shawe, are almost wholly substituted
by descriptions. We are told what
the characters are—they do not unfold or exhibit
themselves. The author has, however,
a minute acquaintance with the provincial
thought and speech of the Scottish peasantry;
their racy humour, pawky shrewdness, and
quaint prejudices, are admirably described.
John, the minister's man, and Nannie, his
female counterpart, are genuine types;—John's
leal affection comes out very nobly in the
proffer of his hoarded savings. So, in a somewhat
higher grade, are Mr. Bowie, the 'paper
minister,' and Miss Robison. The conversation
between Mr. Bowie and John, as the latter
drives home the former, is the raciest bit in
the book; but all this runs in a very narrow
groove. There are, too, certain mannerisms,
which recall unpleasantly reminiscences of the
way in which Thackeray buttonholes his readers
and takes them into his confidence, which
had better be avoided, as also a covert, although
not ill-natured, vein of sarcasm, which
leaves you in doubt whether the writer is in jest
or earnest; in which again, the influence of
Thackeray is a little too perceptible. Decidedly,
too, the puff indirect, in reference
to the opinion of the Saturday Review on
'Peasant Life in the North,' is in bad taste.
Altogether, there is a lack of the ars celandi
artem, a certain artificialness, and self-conscious
mannerism that mars the effect of the
book. The writer is apparently ashamed of
his gentle sympathies, and tries to appear
cynical.
It is easier, however, to speak of defects
than of excellences, and the manifold and great
excellences of 'Benoni Blake' alone justify us
in saying so much about its defects. The
former are a minute knowledge and love of nature,
a keen insight into the fluctuations and
inconsistencies of human nature, a sympathetic
tenderness for its sorrows and loves and pure
joys, hearty enjoyment of its humour and
pathos, and a quiet realism, exquisitely flavoured
with sentiment, which portrays life as
an accomplished artist paints a portrait, with
just that idealism which adorns character without
falsifying it. The character of Benoni,
gentle and good but not heroic, drifting into
virtue rather than fighting for it; that of
Bessie, tender, yet resolute; lowly yet great
in self-sacrificing power; trustful as worship,
yet sensitive and very refined in feeling, and
capable of being helped, as her friend Miss
Robison helps her—are both admirably done:
so is the contrast between the two ministers,
Mr. Blake and Mr. Bowie. There is, however,
something unnatural and improbable in the
relative feeling of father and son, and we are
sorry that Miss Robison should fall into the
arms of a selfish and vulgar fellow like Bowie.
The Fanfare family are also well portrayed.
Altogether there is great power and greater
promise in 'Benoni Blake.' It exhibits the
fine elements of Scottish life in its lowlier
walks, with a degree of ability that
equals that of the author of 'Robin Grey.' It
is full of beautiful lights and shades, tender
touches, and racy humour, great truthfulness,
and delicate discrimination. It does not fulfil
the promise of 'Peasant Life in the North,' but
had not that appeared first, it would be the
promise of much better things to come.
A Harmony of the Essays, &c., of Francis
Bacon. Arranged by Edward Arber. English
Reprints. London: 5, Queen-square,
Bloomsbury.
Mr. Arber has here furnished us with one of
the most curious and interesting books even of
his rich series. His ample bibliography leaves
no point necessary for elucidation untouched.
It includes Dr. Rowley's 'Life of Lord Bacon,'
Ben Jonson's testimony, Aubrey's gossip, 'A
Prologue on Varieties of Species in Literature,
with special reference to the Essay and its
Natural History;' a general introduction concerning
Bacon's literary character in connection
with his personal history; a bibliographical
catalogue and tabular return of the various
editions of the essays, with an account of translations,
&c. Nothing, indeed, seems to have
escaped the industry of this prince of modern
bibliographers. But the chief interest of the
volume is its harmony of different texts. The
texts selected are—I. The Editio Princeps,
published 1597. II. Second edition, 1598;
these two editions being almost identical. III.
A volume preserved among the Harleian Manuscripts,
containing interlineations and corrections
in Bacon's own hand. IV. Second
revised text, published 1612. V. Final English
edition, 1625; usually regarded as the
standard edition, but nevertheless varied and
corrected by Bacon. These texts are printed
by Mr. Arber in four parallel columns, Nos. I.
and II. being identical in the first column, and
Bacon's final corrections of No. V. being appended
in foot-notes. The different works included
in Mr. Arber's volume are:—I. A Harmony
of the first group of ten Essays. II.
'Meditationes Sacræ,' Latin text with English
translation. III. 'On the Colours of Good and
Evil.' IV. A Harmony of the second group
of twenty-four Essays. V. A Harmony of the
third group of six Essays. VI. A Harmony of
the fourth group of eighteen Essays. VII. The
Fragment of an Essay on Fame. We scarcely
need point out the great literary curiosity
which this harmony of the essays constitutes,
nor the means which it affords of studying
Bacon's painstaking 'file,' and its illustration
of his own saying, 'I alter ever when I
add, so that nothing is finished till all be
finished;' the significant comment of the
great master on 'easy' writing. The perfection
of Bacon's essays is the result of nearly
forty years' continuous labour.
Publications of the Early English Text Society.
Trübner and Co. 1871.
46. Legends of the Holy Rood; Symbols of
the Passion and Cross Poems. Edited by
Richard Morris, LL.D.
47. Sir David Lyndesay's Works. Part V.
The Minor Poems of Lyndesay. Edited by
J. A. H. Murray, Esq.
48. The Time's Whistle: or a Newe Daunce
of Seven Satires, and other Poems. Compiled
by R. C., Gent. Edited by J. M. Cowper, Esq.
Extra Series. XIV. On Early English Pronunciation,
with especial reference to Shakspeare
and Chaucer. By Alexander J. Ellis,
F.R.S., F.S.A., &c., &c. Part III.
The present issue will more than satisfy the
members of this valuable Society, and we can
scarcely doubt that the publications of which
it consists will attract to it more subscribers.
Dr. Morris's collection of 'Legends of the
Holy Rood' will be welcomed both for the examples
which it furnishes of the English language,
as written in the fourteenth, fifteenth,
and sixteenth centuries, and still more for its
exhibition of one of the most interesting of the
Christian legends, in several of the forms in
which our forefathers were accustomed to hear
it. The learned editor has prefixed to the collection
a summary of the incidents of the legend
in its various forms, and many who do
not care to grope their way through the legends
themselves, may be delighted and instructed
by this sketch of a work of pious imagination
which, while it amuses by its quaintness, can
hardly fail also to strike the mind of a reader
of the present day with admiration at the intensity
of feeling, the abandonment to belief,
and the wealth of spiritual apprehension, under
the influence of which the story must have
grown. To those who are unacquainted with
the forms of Christian thought and feeling in
the 'ages of faith,' and may wish to acquire
some knowledge of it from original sources,
under competent guidance, no better aid could
probably be recommended than that afforded
by this volume.
Nearly half of the volume containing the
minor poems of Lyndesay is occupied by a preface
by Professor Nichol, giving a sketch of
Scottish poetry up to the time of Sir David
Lyndesay, with an outline of his works. Some
of the poems are amusing. That entitled
'The Justyng betuix James Watsoun and
Jhone Barbour,' has a ring of humour, reminding
us of Burns; but, on the whole, these
pieces do not give a very high impression of
the poet's power. The expression is better
than the matter.
The author of 'The Time's Whistle' is unknown,
but his present editor, Mr. Cowper, appears
to be inclined to identify him with Richard
Corbet, successively Bishop of Oxford, and of
Norwich. Whoever he was, he hated well
Papistry and Puritanism, as well as the grosser
vices of his day, which seem to have been
those of most days. The blows of his satire
do not lack force, though they may delicacy of
epithet, and his judgments on others are made
from the firm ground of a supreme self-satisfaction.
It is noteworthy how, just after the
golden days of Queen Bess, the age appeared
to its censors as evil as that of Queen Victoria
does to ours. The attitude of High and Dry
Churchmen towards Papist and Dissenter also
appears in these verses just as we are familiar
with it, and the vices castigated are those of
all times. There is, however, one exception,
in the description given of the ignorant frequenter
of bookstalls, who sought to make
himself appear a man of learning by poring
over and seeming to read authors whose language
he did not know. The description of
him is very amusing. In some of the smaller
poems the writer shows poetic feeling, especially
in reference to the beauties of nature,
expressed in graceful verse.
The third part of Mr. Ellis's valuable work
on 'English Pronunciation' is a vast mine of
information and suggestion concerning the great
subject he is attempting to treat. This part
contains, besides Mr. Ellis's own writing, and
the passages from authors which he prints for
the purposes of his arguments, reprints of several
early tracts on pronunciation and phonetic
writing, and a pronouncing vocabulary of the
sixteenth century, compiled from several authors
of that age. We venture, however, to
think that Mr. Ellis will need an interpreter to
make the fruit of his labours available to any
but those who can wholly devote themselves
to the study of his subject. His 'Glossic, or
New System of Spelling,' and 'Key to Universal
Glossic,' by means of which he seeks to
express the many sounds of human language,
are, to say the least, very hard to be understood.
The problem is, doubtless, a most difficult
one, and Mr. Ellis's signal qualifications
to deal with it are so well known that we can
do no more here than acknowledge gratefully
this further contribution of his learned labour
in a field of unknown fertility, little cultivated,
and painful to till: while we at the same time
point out the hindrance we find in deriving all
the benefit from his work which we believe it
is capable of affording.
THEOLOGY, PHILOSOPHY, AND PHILOLOGY.
History of Protestant Theology, particularly
in Germany, viewed according to its fundamental
Movement, and in connection with
the Religious, Moral, and Intellectual Life.
By Dr. J. A. Dorner, Oberconsistorialrath and
Professor of Theology at Berlin. Translated
by the Rev. George Robson, M.A., Inverness,
and Sophia Taylor. 2 vols. Edinburgh:
T. and T. Clark. 1871.
Dr. Dorner is already well known in this country
by the translation, published by Messrs.
Clark, in their Foreign Theological Library, of
his admirable and exhaustive work on the 'Person
of Christ,' as a theologian who unites
profound and extensive learning with spiritual
insight, rare intellectual acumen, and earnest
piety. The translation of his 'History of Protestant
Theology,' now published, will be
hailed as a welcome boon by all thoughtful
students of Christian doctrine. It cannot fail
to increase and extend the high estimation in
which the author is held, and must lead to
what is peculiarly needed at the present time,
the formation of deeper and sounder views of
the great principles involved in the religious and
intellectual movement of the Reformation. The
original work came out about five years ago, as
one of a series of Histories of the Sciences, undertaken
by the Historical Commission of the
Royal Academy of Science at Munich, under
the auspices of the King of Bavaria. It took
at once a high position in the recent theological
literature of Germany. The companion
work of the series, 'a History of Catholic Theology,'
by Dr. Werner, is admitted, even by
Roman Catholic reviewers, to be decidedly inferior
to it in scientific depth and thoroughness.
Unquestionably a history like this, so
intimately pervaded by the true spirit of a living
Protestantism, which enables one clearly
to understand the course of evolution pursued
by the doctrinal systems included under that
name, deserves to be regarded as 'a classic,
both in respect of matter and form.' We cannot,
however, add in respect of style; for it
must be admitted that Dr. Dorner, like most
of his countrymen, is very little solicitous to
recommend his thoughts by arranging them in
an attractive dress. His sentences are too
often cumbrous and intricate, sometimes even
to obscurity, and require a degree of attention
in the reader that is rather fatiguing. Still
there is a vigorous pulse in them, and an exact
propriety in the language, by which the
mind is stimulated and satisfied, so that when
we have got to the end of a chapter or division,
and look back on the road we have travelled,
we feel as we might after a laborious climb
which has rewarded us with a noble prospect.
The distinctive excellencies of Dr. Dorner's
history appear to us to be the following:—First
of all, as might be expected, it is
marked by depth and thoroughness of learning.
The investigation is carried out over
the whole field, embracing all the sections and
national branches of Protestantism, with their
subdivisions, from the time of Luther onwards
to our own day. So far from confining his review
to the Lutheran communities of Germany,
ample space is assigned to the leading representatives
of opinion in the Reformed or Calvinistic
churches of France and Switzerland,
Great Britain, and North America. These are
all taken up in due order, analyzed, and classified
according to their respective tendencies.
The schools of Germany, no doubt, receive the
largest measure of attention, but there is a
good reason for this in the fact which the author
says will be owned by all, 'that the strength
of scientific Protestantism, both in exegetical,
historical, and systematic theology, rests in
Germany.' He follows up this claim, however,
with an ingenuous confession of the weakness
and shortcomings of the German Churches, in
comparison with those of other countries, in
the practical and moral application of Protestant
principles. The accounts given of the
different systems, their origin, method of inquiry,
and influence, are very complete and
faithful. They show a wonderful capacity to
grasp the contents and scope of widely different
forms of thought and speculation, together
with admirable skill in the exposition of them,
so as to make even their abstruse portions intelligible.
There is none of the dryness and
heaviness that is often complained of as attaching
to the discussion of the dogmas of a bygone
age; but the vivid force of a subtle and
active mind runs through and enlivens the
whole. Some writers on those subjects remind
one of a spiritless cicerone leading you
through avenues of ruins, pointing out each
object with the wearisome and formal minuteness
of a catalogue; but our author is like one
who resuscitates the spirit of the past, and
who can throw a human interest around the
fallen columns and deserted halls, awakening
sympathy with the men who reared them and
made them their home. In this respect he
reminds us of the great Church historian, Neander.
The gift is certainly one of rarer
occurrence among theological writers than in
the class of general historians.
This feeling of interest which is breathed
into the discussions and controversies of the
past, is closely associated with what we conceive
to be the cardinal excellence of this history,
stamping it with real scientific worth.
We refer to the instinctive skill and fidelity
displayed in tracing out the inner and formative
principles of each movement, defining the
limits and relations of each, and with keen and
well-practised judgment determining the degrees
of validity that should be assigned to
them. This process is carried out by the author,
not under the influence of some philosophic
assumptions—which have too frequently
been set up as a regulation standard in this
kind of criticism—but in a spirit of Christian
enlightenment and evangelical experience.
Everywhere we mark the union of reverence
for divine authority with the manly assertion
of spiritual freedom in an honest search after
truth. Hence his mode of judging those theories
of religion which are most divergent from
his own views, and antagonistic (as we should
say) to Scriptural orthodoxy, is free from all
narrowness, prejudice, and bitterness. He does
not pronounce upon them according to their
deviation from certain human formularies, but
seeks to indicate the relation which they hold
to ascertained laws of intellectual and spiritual
progress. He shows how, in several instances,
erroneous as they were, they formed a natural
and partly justifiable revolt from the injurious
impositions and restrictions of a barren orthodoxy,
and led many to a healthier and more
fruitful cultivation of the intellect and of the
spiritual faculty. We have never read a delineation
of the deep-seated causes which occasioned
the birth and growth of Rationalism,
so instructive and admonitory—we might add
so impressive—from its candour and tenderness,
as that which is given in the second
volume of this work. Hagenbach's valuable
history of the same phenomena is indeed composed
with great fairness and ability, and is
presented in a more popular method and style;
but from that very cause it deals more with
the superficial and obvious aspects of the
case, and lacks the spiritual depth and completeness
of Dorner's diagnosis. The study
of both histories, however, should be combined;
for each supplies what is wanting in
the other. We require to conjoin with the
scientific analysis of principles and tendencies
which we have here, the striking pictures
of men, society, and events, which enliven the
pages of the more popular writer. In Dorner's
view, the aberrations of Rationalism formed a
needful stage, though an unhappy one, in the
purification and elevation of Protestant theology,
which has come forth from it enlarged and
liberalized in its scope, better adapted to the
wants of humanity, and more directly based on
just and firm foundations. Accordingly we
find that, while he does not look upon error
with cool philosophic indifference, he can expose
it without severity, or any approach to
denunciation. He detects the elements of forgotten
truths, which are often mixed up with
it; perceives the openings by which it liberated
and brought into play those faculties of our
nature which had been unwisely fettered and
suppressed; and shows how, by the fermentation
which it stirred in the inert mass, it contributed
to an ultimate reform both of theology
and religion. In short, in this history we are
not only guided to the sources of the stream
in the healthy uplands of a new spiritual life—that
region of experience which was the birthplace
of the Reformation—but it is followed
down in its various windings till it becomes
hemmed in and imprisoned by artificial reservoirs;
we see it gradually undermining, and
at length bursting through the barriers, carrying
with it for a space wide-spread ruin, till the
flood subsides, and it begins once more to flow
with deeper and ampler current in its proper
channel, fertilizing the surrounding fields. All
that now remains, perhaps, is to have patience
till the waters become clearer, more limpid,
freer from sediment and wreck; and care must
be taken to keep up and strengthen the natural
embankments, that the river may nowhere diffuse
itself into a sluggish, unwholesome swamp—an
expanse of shallow sentiment where boundaries
are lost, and the current of action is
imperceptible.
The work is in two volumes, and is divided
into three books, the first of which occupies
the whole of the former volume, embracing
three divisions. The first presents a most interesting
account of the preparatory forces, intellectual
and spiritual, which were at work
in the Protestant Reformation period. This
sketch is necessarily rapid, yet it is remarkably
complete and accurate. The Papal Church of
the Middle Ages departed from the true idea
of Christianity 'in not subordinating herself to
the spiritual renovation of the nations, but setting
up the principle of [Church] authority,
and lordship, of its own end and highest good,'
which led to all the spiritual blessings and ordinances
of the Church being 'transferred into
instruments of ecclesiastical power and hierarchical
rule.' Thus, religion was changed in its
very essence. Its blessings ceased to consist
in personal fellowship with God, and assumed
a materialistic and impersonal character. Mysterious
influences and powers belonging to the
Church and the clergy were made to constitute
the riches of Christianity; and so piety, robbed
of its personal end, attached itself to the visible
altar, and to other sensible things. An ethical
personal holiness was exchanged for a material
relation, dependent on ceremonies. This is the
radical error of all sacramentalism. The more
sincere, who were anxious about their personal
salvation, could not rest satisfied in such a
system. Dr. Dorner—after discussing the relations
of the Mediæval Church to the questions
of man's salvation, to truth, and to the sphere
of the civil power, which it strove to subjugate;
and having traced the influence of Anselm,
Aquinas, and the Schoolmen upon doctrine—treats
briefly of the Latin and German mystics,
showing how they sought direct communion
with God, by contemplation and self abnegation.
Their defects and excellencies are ably
analyzed. Among the pioneers of the Reformation
a high place is assigned to John Wessel,
because of the prominence he gives to evangelical
faith in the Mediator. When the representatives
of the Biblical principle, in this preparatory
stage, are introduced, it is shown how
Wycliffe advanced it in alliance with the scientific
and moral factors; but some injustice is
done to him in respect of his doctrinal views,
which the translator, Mr. Robson, has carefully
corrected in one of the valuable notes with
which he has enriched this volume. The treatises
of Wycliffe, edited by Dr. Vaughan, in
1845, prove beyond question that the cardinal
doctrines of grace were clearly apprehended
and taught by the English Reformer.
In the second division, the Reformation itself
is handled, as it appeared in Germany and
in Switzerland, together with the various phases
and relations it assumed up to the time of the
Wittenberg Concord in 1536. A leading place
is, of course, given to the character and experience
of Luther, and the strongest light is
thrown upon the fact that the movement in
his case, and in Calvin's as well, had its origin
in a great spiritual conflict and personal change.
It was in seeking for and in obtaining the assurance
of pardon, and in the experience of a
power renovating the heart and life, bringing
the whole man into communion with God
through Christ, that Luther rose to the conception
of faith as a divine principle uniting
the soul to the Saviour, and freeing the believer,
not only from the terrors of conscience and the
moral impotency of the will, but from all subjection
to human authority in divine things.
This is justly exalted by Dr. Dorner as the
material principle, and the moving force of the
Reformation; this is at once its life and its
law. It is by the harmonious working of this
element, in a normal conjunction with the
formal principle which sprung out of it, and
which derives from it a solid application—viz.:
The recognition of the divine authority and
inspiration of the Scriptures,—that the life of
the Reformation is fully and healthily developed.
Both the evangelical systems of doctrine,
the Lutheran and the Calvinistic, owe
their characteristic excellencies to the interaction
of these two principles which gave them
birth. Their improvement, and the prosecution
of the truths they contain, must spring from
the same source. It is only by the renewed
mind and heart of the believer, enlightened and
guided by the Spirit speaking through the
Word, that the doctrines of Christianity can be
apprehended and embraced. Christianity is
the salvation of God, and can be understood
by none but those who personally appropriate
its blessings through the Spirit by a living
faith in the Redeemer. Throughout his history,
Dr. Dorner never allows us to lose sight
of that fact. The controversies, the declensions,
the errors, the revivals, which he follows
out in long array through the seventeenth,
eighteenth, and nineteenth centuries, are so
many instructive, admonitory, or cheering illustrations
of this fundamental law of Protestantism.
There is no security for the material
principle when separated from the formal,
while the formal is emptied of life and fruitfulness
if divorced from the material principle,
the new life of faith in the soul. A divine,
child-like faith in the heart, owning and yielding
to divine authority in the Word, is the
secret of safety and progress. That will give
us at once Scriptural orthodoxy, and true freedom.
Space fails us, or we would fain have touched
on the contents of the second volume, which,
in some respects, is the more interesting of the
two, from the account it gives of English Deism,
and the rise and progress of German Rationalism.
The critical analysis of the views and
influence of Lessing, and the way in which
Schleiermacher's system is drawn out and displayed,
appear to us especially worthy of admiration.
Towards the close of the work, the
state of theology in England receives some attention;
but here we are disposed to note, not
only the meagreness of the information supplied,
but in one case its inexactness. We
refer to the introduction of the late Dean
Mansel's argument in his 'Hampton Lectures,'
given in p. 494, which the writer (we humbly
conceive) has quite misapprehended in some
important points. Further, it is most inaccurate
to say that Mansel was 'triumphantly encountered
by Maurice, and Professor M'Cosh,
of Belfast.' Anything more crushing and
scathing than Hansel's examination of Maurice's
'Strictures,' which are a mere farrago of fantastic
misrepresentations and hysterical outcries,
we never read. Between M'Cosh and Mansel
there is no real opposition; it is in language
rather than in substance that they differ, and
as M'Cosh' himself says, he 'would rather
agree with Sir W. Hamilton and Mr. Mansel,
than any metaphysicians of the past or present
age.'[69] This mistake, however, is but a slight
speck on the lustre of so great a production,
and may readily be excused in a foreign writer,
who can hardly be expected—though he be
better acquainted with our theology than most
foreigners—to look at a controversy of this
kind from our point of view.
Both translators deserve high commendation
for the manner in which they have executed
their laborious task. Mr. Robson's part is
marked by great exactness, which at times
becomes too closely literal; Miss Taylor's performance
is more smooth and flowing, but in
some of the metaphysical portions a doubt
occurs as to whether the author's thought has
been precisely seized. Yet, in many a paragraph
we have admired the facility with which
the lady has worked her way through rather
abstruse speculations and involved periods.
We tender both our most hearty thanks for
the service they have rendered the theological
public, and would beg most strongly to commend
the work to all scientific students of our
common Protestantism.
The Witness of History to Christ. Five Sermons
preached before the University of Cambridge;
being the Hulsean Lecture for the
year 1870. By the Rev. F. W. Farrar,
M.A. Macmillan and Co.
Mr. Farrar's object in his Hulsean Lecture is
to examine the moral and intellectual causes of
modern unbelief. This he does in five lectures—the
first demonstrating 'the Antecedent
Credibility of the Miraculous;' the second affirming
'the Adequacy (for reasonable conviction)
of the Gospel Records;' the third setting
forth, from the facts of its history, 'The Victories
of Christianity;' the fourth and fifth
on 'Christianity and the Individual' and
'Christianity and the Race,' demonstrating the
transcendent and transforming moral power of
the religion of Jesus Christ, as a presumptive
argument for its truthfulness—the whole being
a cumulative argument, demonstrating that
Christianity is the Divine and supernatural
truth of God, which it professes to be. Mr.
Farrar is necessarily restricted in these several
lines of argument, by the limits of a spoken
discourse devoted to each, to a few salient
points, and to an indicative mode of argument;
and we, of course, can follow even him but a
very little way. The first, and fundamental
question in the controversy between sceptical
science and religious faith is the credibility of
the supernatural. We do not think that Mr.
Farrar has carried the intellectual argument
further than it has hitherto been carried, or
than perhaps it can be carried. Whatever
theologians may say, it revolves in a circle.
Science refuses to be represented by men like
Strauss, who begin all argument by the petitio
principii that the supernatural is antecedently
incredible and absolutely impossible—for a
more thoroughly unscientific position cannot
be conceived. Nothing is antecedently impossible
to true science; by the very conditions of
it, it is restricted to the demonstration and interpretation
of actual facts. Concerning the
possible discovery of unknown facts it can say
absolutely nothing. The question really is,
Have the alleged supernatural facts of Scripture
been demonstrated? Nor is it enough
that science can urge nothing in disproof—the
onus probandi lies with those who affirm.
What then is the scientific value of the testimony
to the alleged miracles of Scripture?
First, it has to be admitted that the testimony
is furnished solely by Scripture—that is, by
the book which the miraculous is adduced to
authenticate. Next, it can scarcely be denied
that the chief strength of the Scriptural evidence
lies in the transcendent moral qualities
of Scripture. It is not the miraculous that
authenticates the holy doctrine; it is the holy
doctrine that authenticates the miraculous.
The miraculous is affirmed by Prophets,
Evangelists, and by Christ; and it is a moral
impossibility that these should affirm falsely.
We, therefore, who did not see the miracle, but
only receive it on testimony, accept the testimony
because the witnesses are unimpeachable.
The actual beholders did not; to them
the miracle was the credential of the teacher;
but to us the teacher is the credential of the
miracle. From which it follows that science
will never accept the evidence of the miracle
until it has accepted the unimpeachableness of
the witnesses—that is, it must accept the truth
and holiness of Jesus Christ before it will believe
His miraculous works. Mr. Farrar, therefore,
is perfectly justified in affirming that
'modern scepticism has not advanced one step
further than the blank assertion, as regards
the inadequacy of testimony to establish a
miracle;' but, on the other hand, he must admit
that beyond the assertion of the book,
theology has not advanced a single step to demonstrate
its occurrence. The mere intellectual
argument must be left there, and the decision
must turn upon the unanswerable moral demonstration—first,
of the Scriptures themselves,
and, above all, of the perfect character
of our Lord; and next upon the history of
Christianity in its progress through the world,
and its contact with the philosophy and the
moral phenomena of human life. Mr. Farrar
does not deal with the moral evidence of Scripture,
but he deals very effectively with the
moral evidence which Christian history furnishes.
The victories of Christianity are illustrated
by the conditions and issues of its conflicts
with Judaism and Paganism. Judaism
without the Church, and Judaism within, and
Paganism in its eclectic revival, its brilliant
literature, and its ruthless persecution. What
is more, it had to contend with the pseudo-Christianity
of Constantine. 'Little, indeed,'
says Mr. Farrar, 'did Christianity owe to that
trimming emperor and unbaptized catechumen—that
strange Christian, indeed, who placed
his own bust on the statue of Apollo, and
thought the nails of the true cross a fitting
ornament for the bridle of his charger, and on
whose extraordinary figure the robes, so besmeared
with gold and crusted with jewels,
could not conceal the Neronian stain of a son's
and a consort's blood!' Then followed its
conflicts with the Northern barbarian invasion,
with Mahometanism, and with the internal corruptions
of the Papacy. Thus, in its material
and moral victories, Christianity witnesses to
the truth and power of its Divine Founder's
words. In the chapters in which Mr. Farrar
demonstrates its triumphs over individual
hearts and lives, and its total influences on the
social life of nations, his facts are well selected,
and his reasoning is unanswerable. Mr. Farrar's
book evinces immense reading. His quotations
are almost in excess of his text, and are
gathered from the most diverse sources, from
Ignatius to Lord Derby's speech at Glasgow.
The impression is of a man who has collected
his opinions rather than evolved them by processes
of independent reasoning—only there is
the impress of a strong hand upon the whole.
Mr. Farrar is master of his quotations. His
lectures are rhetorically eloquent, sometimes
too much so for their character and purpose;
but his arguments are well arranged, and his
book is really a valuable contribution to modern
Christian apologetics.
Modern Scepticism. A Course of Lectures
delivered at the request of the Christian
Evidence Society. With an Explanatory
Paper by the Right Rev. J. Ellicott, D.D.,
Lord Bishop of Gloucester and Bristol.
Hodder and Stoughton. 1871.
The present volume is an interesting sign of
the times. Those who love our common
Christianity more than they love the ecclesiastical
systems which have so often interfered
with their co-operation in Christian
work, here stand side by side to advocate positions
common to them all. The general diffusion
of an atmosphere of sceptical speculation
which has not only crept over the outworks
but has invaded the very citadel of the Christian
faith, has received great augmentation
from the mutual antagonism of some Christians,
and from the unhappy concessions of others.
If nothing more had been gained for the cause
of Christian truth than the juxtaposition of
these essays in one volume, with the assurance
thus given to the world that the most distinguished
dignitaries of the Church of England
hold common ground with learned Congregationalists
and Wesleyan divines on the fundamental
bases of religious faith, the Christian
Evidence Society might be fairly congratulated
on the success of its enterprise. There is an
intrinsic value in the re-assertion of the deep
convictions of cultured men and genuine
Christians, touching the very foundation of
religious thought. When a volume of 500
pages professes to cover the controversies that
have been stirred during the last half century
on the very nature of evidence, on the presence
of design in nature, on the pantheistic and positivistic
interpretation of the facts of the universe,
on the relations of science and revelation,
on the nature of miracles, on the gradual
development of revelation, on the historical
difficulties of the entire Bible, on the mythical
theories of Christianity, on the credential value
of the Pauline Epistles, on the character of the
Lord Jesus, and on the totality and adequacy
of Christian evidences; it is obvious that these
topics must many of them be touched, rather
than discussed; approached, rather than developed.
The reader of these discourses is not
supposed to be a convert to the doctrines of
either Mr. Darwin or Auguste Comte, of Professor
Tyndall or M. Rénan. Those who have
plunged into the rapid current of materialistic
philosophy, or have mastered the details of
positivism, or become thoroughly familiar with
the 'higher criticism' of Germany, will not be
diverted from their opinions by these popular
and interesting addresses. But there is a large
class of educated young men and cultivated
women who are at the present moment staggered
by second-hand rechauffés of various
scepticisms, who are fascinated by the audacity
of modern doubt, and relieved from ugly fears
by the confident assertions of triumphant students
of history and science, who relish the
boisterous breeze of these cloudy uplands of
speculation, and take greedily any assurance
which wars with old prejudices and threatens
to uproot old systems or institutions. There
are, moreover, multitudes of busy men who
have no time to study these various forms of
scepticism, but who are made miserable whenever
they have time to think, by the thickly
flying shafts of the enemies of Christianity.
To these classes we conceive the volume before
us may be of great service. Everywhere we
discover honesty of purpose, sympathy with
the doubter, an endeavour on the part of
thoughtful and learned Christian teachers to
put themselves into the position of the inquirer.
There is comparatively little dogmatism,
there is very considerable beauty of
illustration, and there breathes throughout the
whole volume a healthy vigorous faith. Several
of the distinguished writers have discoursed
on themes on which they were by previous
well-known labours, entitled to speak. Thus
the Archbishop of York has discussed the
purely philosophical question of 'design in nature;'
Dr. Rigg has handled Pantheism; and
Dr. Stoughton the nature of miracle. Professor
Rawlinson has reviewed the 'Historical
Difficulties of the Old and New Testaments,'
and the author of the 'Jesus of the
Evangelists,' the Rev. Charles Row, has given
us the pith of the argument of that deeply interesting
volume. For our own part, we think
Mr. Row's essay is by far the most complete
and satisfactory attempt in the whole volume
to grapple with a great subject, and to add
something to the considerable literature of the
mythical theory. The Bishop of Ely has also
approached the fascinating question of 'Christ's
teaching and influence on the world' with fulness
and sweetness of exposition. We trust
the volume, which is in every way attractive,
will lead to more thorough investigation of
the great steps of this high argument, and will
result in deeper and more hearty appreciation
of the bases of religious faith.
Freedom in the Church of England. Six
Sermons Suggested by the Voysey Judgment,
Preached in St. James's Chapel, York-street.
By the Rev. Stopford A. Brook.
London: Henry S. King.
This little volume contains many things—Doctrinal,
Ecclesiastical, and Social—put with
much freshness and power, albeit with some
rashness, upon which much detailed criticism
might be bestowed. The doctrinal sermons on
the Atonement and Original Sin would necessarily
demand for their adequate criticism a
space equal to that which they themselves
occupy. They lay down positions that must
be tested—first by Scripture, next by general
principles of moral philosophy, and lastly, by
the doctrinal standards of the Episcopal
Church. We do not of course attempt to test
them. Gladly recognising in them much that
is eternally true, much that is profoundly philosophical,
and much that commands our admiration
for its intellectual acuteness and
vigour, we make only one or two remarks concerning
them. First, scarcely any attempt is
made to show the harmony of the views propounded
with the doctrinal statements of Scripture;
they are evolved out of the depths of the
author's own moral consciousness, which is perfectly
legitimate; only his anxiety to justify
them to the standards of the Episcopal Church
rather than to the statements of the Christian
apostles, is not so legitimate and satisfactory
for a simple inquirer after truth, however necessary
for a Churchman. The two great factors
of all true doctrine are surely the Divine
revelation and man's moral consciousness. It
is the misery of doctrinal Church standards
that they necessarily rule so much of a man's
thinking. We, outside the Episcopal Church
care but very subordinately about the harmony
of a clergyman's views with his Church Articles;
we care very much about the harmony
of his teachings concerning atonement and original
sin with Divine revelation and the eternal
truth of things. As the result of the whole
argumentation, we can say, only, that if Mr.
Brook's conclusions respecting the congruity
of his teaching with the standards of his Church
be satisfactory to himself, the acute and fearless
author of the arguments themselves is a
mystery to us. To us it is a painful illustration
of the influence of an embarrassing position
upon freedom and coherence of thought.
Mr. Brook seems to us to contradict categorically
the explicit teaching of his Church, both
about original sin and the Atonement. Concerning
his views on original sin we have to
say (1) that with the ninth article before us,
it is to us utterly incredible that the men, most
of whom, Mr. Brook admits, held the same
doctrine which he 'rejects with dismay and
horror,' purposely left their statement so undefined
as to admit of views so opposed to
theirs as Mr. Brook's. If they did, all the
worse for them and their article. (2) Mr.
Brook altogether fails, in our judgment, to justify,
by his attenuated exposition of the 'fault
and corruption of our nature,' the strong expression
of the article 'it deserveth God's
wrath and damnation.' (3) Mr. Brook's answer
to the question 'Why should God have made
us with this wrong twist?' is simply 'Because
God wanted humanity,' and not 'a new angelic
nature in which there should be no effort, no
contest, no dramatic possibilities.' The only
conclusion that he leaves open to us is, that
whatever original sin is, it is a created part or
condition of our nature—that is, God creates
us in a condition that 'deserveth God's wrath
and damnation.' Mr. Brook's view of original
sin may be the true one, but this is the result
to which he brings us by applying to it the test
of the ninth article.
Concerning the Atonement, Mr. Brook's
theory is, that Christ was the ideal man, in
whom union with God was gradually developed—being
from 'the moment of his birth
potentially His, as the whole growth of the oak
is in the acorn.' That the merit of His suffering
consisted in His perfectly identifying himself
with the sorrow of mankind; 'losing the
consciousness of Himself and of His own pain,
through the intensity of His sympathy with
us,' He threw himself 'into the whole sense of
this vast human suffering, and so realizing it as
His own, offered it up to the pity and love of
God.' 'In this way He took unto himself our
suffering, and suffered for it; in this way He
represented in that hour unto the Father, by
means of the perfect self-forgetfulness of love,
all the spiritual pain of the world's absence
from God.' 'God sees in Christ the ideal of
humanity, the whole race as sinless, as one
with himself;' 'the innocent suffered, through
love, the pain which comes of sin.' 'He passed
from feeling as a man, to feeling as a representative
man.' 'He lost all thought of self
in awful realization of the sin of the whole'
world.' 'God saw, in the absolute self-sacrifice
which enabled Christ to lose himself in
love of man, and to bear the burden of the sin
of man in passionate sympathy with the awfulness
of the burden, the highest reach of human
virtue, the highest ideal of human sacrifice
realized;' and, 'as He took into himself and
into union with himself, the humanity of
Christ, so He took into himself and into union
with himself the humanity which Christ represented.
This is the reconciliation of God to
man, the forgiveness of men's sin by God.
This is the objective side of the Atonement.'
'With existing humanity God, though pitying
and loving it as a Father, could not, because of
its sin, unite himself fully. But when humanity
in Christ had fulfilled all righteousness,
and displayed itself as wholly at one with
God's life of self-sacrifice, God was then able
to unite himself to it, to take it up into Himself.'
'To believe in Christ is to look upon his
life and death of self-sacrifice, and to say with
a true heart, "I know that this is true life; I
accept it as mine. I will fulfil it in thought
and action, God being my helper."' From this
theory of atonement Mr. Brook deduces universalism.
'The whole race being in Christ,
is now by right redeemed, righteous, at one
with God. But it is not redeemed, righteous,
or at one with God, in fact. It is still struggling
with sin, still wandering away from its inheritance,
still rejecting its rights. But that
which has been done in God is done for ever:
and man—every soul of man—must become in
fact what they are now by right. And though
no thought may count the years, yet all humanity
shall at last be made coincident with that
ideal of it which exists in God in Christ.'
Concerning this theory, we remark, that
while very much that is said by Mr. Brook
about the sufferings of Christ is beautifully
true, yet, as a theory of the Atonement, it is
(1) to our conception, utterly at variance with
the doctrine of the Prayer Book, and with the
theories of its compilers. It is for lawyers to
say whether under such standards such a divergent
theory is legally tenable—we can only
say that we should not like to shelter a moral
contradiction like this under a legal possibility.
(2) Whatever may be the merits of the 'forensic
theory' which, says Mr. Brook, 'I utterly
deny and repudiate,' 'it outrages our idea of
God; it makes him satisfied with a fiction;'
this martyr theory of an ideal humanity suffering
in Christ, infinitely surpasses it in unreality.
If the forensic theory involves a legal fiction,
this involves a moral fiction—which is not only
unthinkable in the domain of moral realities,
but which, so far as we can think, contradicts
our deepest moral instincts. If there is to be
a fiction at all, which we think there need not
be, we infinitely prefer the legal fiction of
Aquinas. No! whatever the true theory of
Atonement, this is not it. We can understand
a federal headship of humanity, which obtains
for it fresh probation and fresh privileges, but
we cannot understand a federal headship which
gives a quasi spiritual character, and which
induces in God an unreal moral estimate.
In passing from this doctrinal part of the
book, we may ask why Mr. Brook represents
David as being from early morning until noon
in ascending the Mount of Olives, the summit
of which may be easily reached from St. Stephen's
Gate in half an hour?
The first sermon here printed, however,
although the last preached, naturally challenges
our chief attention. It discusses the question
of 'Freedom in the [Established] Church'
apropos of the bearing upon it of the judgment
in Mr. Voysey's case. We note one or two
points in it only. First Mr. Brook says 'that
the restrictions upon liberty of thought, which
he deprecates, would soon make the Church
into a narrow and bigoted sect.' The phrase,
omitting the adjectives, has become a kind of
formula with Churchmen of Mr. Brook's
school. We have frequently tried to apprehend
this attempted distinction between a
Church and a sect, but we are unable to do so;
and we should unaffectedly feel that Mr. Brook
had laid us under a great obligation if he had
given us a distinct and intelligible definition.
What is a Church, and what is a sect? and
wherein lies the differentia of the two? In what
sense is the Episcopal communion a Church
and not a sect, that is not equally true of the
Presbyterian and Congregational communions?
Will Mr. Brook accept the definition of a
Church given in the 19th Article? 'The visible
Church of Christ is a congregation of faithful
men, in the which the pure Word of God
is preached, and the Sacraments be duly ministered,'
&c.? If so, then he can deny the
designation 'Church' to every congregational
ecclesia—only by impugning its 'faithful'
character, its preaching or its sacraments. Is
it the criterion of a Church to be without formulated
dogmas—or to have doctrinal standards
from which her clergy have indefinite liberty
to dissent? In the former case the Episcopal
communion is not a Church—in the latter,
Congregationalists or Presbyterians might
easily become a Church, by according liberty
of dissent from their standards. The only
thing that hinders among them the laxity of
subscription and interpretation which Mr.
Brook claims for his own Church is that they
really believe in their beliefs, and make fidelity
to them a matter of conscience. We should be
glad to know the exact variation of the theological
compass that converts a sect into a
Church. Or does Mr. Brook regard a National
Establishment as the criterion of a Church?
Then he unchurches the Church of Rome in
England, the Episcopal Church in Ireland and
Scotland, and prepares for the unchurching of
Episcopacy in England ere long. If universality
be the criterion, then Episcopacy cannot
claim it. If to be the largest religious body in
a country be the criterion, then what is Episcopacy
in Scotland, Ireland, or Wales? If the
criterion be catholicity of spirit towards those
who differ from us, we fear that neither historically
nor actually could his own Church make
out a very unequivocal claim. We have really
looked at this rhetorical distinction on all sides,
and are unable to apprehend it; and yet it is
perpetually flung at our poor Nonconformist
heads as a missile that is as potent as David's
sling and stone.
Is it worthy of intelligent and candid men,
such as Mr. Brook, to use controversial terms,
with a view, if possible, to affix a reproach, to
which no intelligible meaning can be attached?
In our view of it every Church is a sect, in the
good sense,—in the sense of being but a section
of the universal Church; and any Church,
however large or however small, established or
unestablished, with fixed dogmas, or with flexible
ones, may be sectarian, in the bad sense,
of being exclusive in its claims, intolerant in
its recognitions, and exacting in its conduct.
It is for members of the Established Church of
England to ask themselves of which of the ecclesiastical
communities of the kingdom these
are the most characteristic features. We can
scarcely believe our eyes, when we read, 'In
the assent of all to these doctrines, and in the
common love of all to God in Christ, and in the
common love of the body to which they belong,
co-existing with an almost endless variety of
individual views about these doctrines, consists
the unity of the Church of England.' Is it
then, really so, that all the Church feuds and
litigation from Tract 90 to the Purchas judgment—the
Hampden and Gorham cases, the
'Essays and Reviews' warfare, the Ritualistic
riots, the Liddel case, the Colenso controversy,
the Machonochie, Voysey, and Purchas cases,
with the pamphlets and sermons, the schisms
and hatreds of the three great parties within
the Establishment, which for the last forty years
have kept the religious world in a state of
intense excitement, that all these things are the
phantasmagoria of a bad dream, or the amiable
reciprocations of brotherly respect and Christian
affection? Is there any Church in Christendom
with such a polemical history or at the
present moment so hopelessly and bitterly
schismatic? How, in the face of the English
people, such a sentence could be written by a
man like Mr. Brook, is simply inscrutable;
'They do,' he says, 'work together remarkably
well.' 'There is no body of men more united
than the English clergy;' but he makes this
fatal admission, 'Destroy the connection of the
State with the Church, and all that vanishes at
once. All the several parties begin quarrelling,
and split up into sects.' Then where is the
vaunted unity, and what is the moral worth of
the legal bond that unites such discordant
elements?
Mr. Brook propounds once more the old crippled
fallacy, 'By right every Englishman is a
member of the National Church. It is of his
own free choice that he rejects that right.'
But what if he conscientiously disbelieves in that
Church—and holds that in establishing it and
requiring national assent to it, both Church and
State have gone beyond the domain of the things
that are Cæsar's into that of the things that
are God's? This, the real gist of the whole
matter, is carefully avoided. The Jews used
the same argument against the Christians; the
Inquisition of the Romish Church against Protestants.
The essential injustice lies in maintaining
any established Church in a divided
nation; and in the attempt to control a man's
religious conscience by any civil law or institution
whatsoever. Is it not simply childish to
affirm, with England as it is, that the parochial
clergy 'feel as representatives of a National
Church, that all within the range of their several
districts—no matter what and who those
are—dissenters, non-church-goers, infidels, are
their responsibility, and are given into their
spiritual care by the nation.' No doubt they
do; but does anybody else feel it? is not this
the impertinence which one half the nation so
resents? Mr. Brook is too candid not to see
that all this is the theory of a by-gone state of
things, and that the very mention of it now excites
ridicule. Accordingly the word 'ought,'
and its equivalents do yeoman's service throughout
this sermon. It is indeed a discourse upon
what a National Church ought to be, rather
than upon what the National Church actually
is. So far as we understand Mr. Brook, there
ought to be almost every conceivable diversity
of religious belief in the community, and the
National Church ought to be so vague in its
dogmas, or so flexible in their interpretation,
as that its clergy ought to represent them all.
And to this the argument must come.
With very many of Mr. Brook's subordinate
remarks we cordially agree. He is thoughtful
and catholic-hearted, and has a keen perception
of much that is beautiful in Christian doctrine
and life. But the task that he has set himself
is simply an impossible one. He wishes contradictories,
perfect freedom, and distinctive
dogmas; a definite Church character, and an
indiscriminate inclusiveness; the prerogatives
of a supreme Church, while only the fragment
of a nation; which itself again is only a small
part of Christendom. There is in Mr. Brook's
direction no possible way out of the embarrassments,
unrealities, and self-contradictions of
the English Episcopal Church.
Human Power in the Divine Life; or the Active
Powers of the Mind in Relation to Religion.
By Rev. Nicholas Bishop, M.A.
Hodder and Stoughton.
The author of this book has attempted a difficult
task, viz., to exhibit in philosophical language
the synthesis of the divine and human
in the new life. With profound reverence for
God's revelation and with great insight into
the life of God in the soul, he has discussed the
function of the human will in Repentance,
Faith, Conversion, Sanctification, Christian
Perfection and its Limits, in Preaching and
Prayer, and in relation to Divine Providence.
The range of thought is very wide, the mode
of treatment very stimulating and fresh. It
would be difficult in a brief notice to convey an
adequate idea of the book. Some of the most
difficult problems are broached, and much light
is thrown upon them. There are gems of
thought scattered through the discussion which
nevertheless form a distinct and integral part
of the argument. Thus 'God's plan of instructing
man seems to be from the lower to
the higher forms of thought. The nearer the
instruction can accommodate itself to the sense
or to the simpler acts of the intelligence the
more likely it is to succeed. It must begin
with the concrete and rise by slow degrees, to
abstract truth. Christ, as revealed in His gospel,
is the nearest possible approach to this.
He is to the weakest mind the simplest possible
concrete truth, and He is also to the strongest
mind the greatest possible abstraction.'
Again, 'If man could repent without the Divine
Spirit, his repentance could not be divine; and
if the Spirit could produce repentance without
man's co-operation, it could not be human; but
upon God's plan it is perfectly human and
perfectly divine—so perfect that it could not
be more divine if man were completely passive
in it, nor more human if the Spirit exercised
no power in it.' With the fundamental principle
that 'the divine life is a developed spiritual
consciousness,' the writer has said much
that is most refreshing, stimulating, and practical,
and we strongly commend this volume to
those who are seeking a higher life, and would
find help and consolation by an approximate
rationale of that life.
Ten Great Religions; an Essay in Comparative
Theology. By James Freeman Clarke.
Trübner and Co.
Mr. Clarke has made an interesting and earnest
endeavour to establish some of the principles
of a science which is likely before long to occupy
a high place in human thought. He has,
moreover, shown decided skill and considerable
learning in his view of the salient features of
Brahmanism and Buddhism, in his summary of
Confucianism and Tæpingism, in his sketch of
Persic, Scandinavian, Egyptian, and Græco-Roman
religions, and in his estimate of Judaism
and Mahometanism. The materials were ready
to his hand in rich abundance, and he has set
forth the leading ideas of each of these great
forms of faith with commendable modesty and
fine critical tact. The strong point he makes,
and in which we entirely agree with him, is—that
Christ and Christianity recognise the age-long
witness to certain great truths embodied
in these ethnic faiths, that Christ is the fulfilment
of the prophetic visions which the founders
of these varied religions beheld;—that
Christianity is the answer to the problem of
Brahmanism, the pleroma of the faith of Sakya-muni,
and the complement to all the speculations
of Egypt, Athens, and Scandinavia;—that
Christianity contains all that is living, all
that is true to God and nature and man, in any
or all of these religious systems, and a great
deal more;—that it has absorbed many of them,
and will eventually solve the continuity, and
embrace the devotees of them all in its catholic
fulness. He claims to find the highest evidence
for the truth of Christianity in this,—that
while all other forms of faith have been
more or less one-sided, ethnic in their range,
and local in their influence, Christianity meets
the need of every kind of race and generation
of mankind. The 'symphony of religions' is
to him the pledge of the eternal excellency, the
indisputable supremacy, and the absolute truth
of Christianity. He will not admit that other
religions are 'natural' and that this alone is
'supernatural;' that other religions are excogitated
by the human intelligence, this alone 'revealed'
from heaven; others the work of lying
impostors, this alone preserved from human
frailty; others 'human religions,' and this
alone a 'divine' religion. All truth is divine
with him, and all such truth as has been intuitively
perceived by great ethnic religious
teachers has been 'revealed' to them by God,
the one God. But he maintains the great position
that all other religions are limited in their
range of thought, and in their adaptability to
man; while Christianity includes within itself
the sum of all religious truth, the nexus of all
justifiable religious tendencies, the correction
of all extravagances, the answer and solvent to
all human inquiry. As we have said, Mr.
Clarke holds here positions with which we
sympathize and which we have often advocated.
But while we admit with him, the significance
of the ethnic religions, the truth uttered by
Sakya-muni and found in the Vedas, there is
to our ear an exceeding bitter cry for help and
teaching and deliverance, coming out of the
very constitution of the heathen culture, and
revealing itself in the religious rites and in the
literature of the East, to which he seems comparatively
indifferent. He is afraid of compromising
the dignity and majesty of human
nature, or of saying anything offensive to its
unaided and unregenerated powers. To our
view, human nature is in a much more diseased
and miserable condition than he admits; and
we hold that there was a specialty in the vision
and faculty given to Hebrew prophets,
and possessed by the Great Master, which
make them differ in kind from those of the
sages of India, Persia, or Greece. Though he
furnishes the facts with great fairness and skill,
he seems strangely unwilling to admit the
grand difference between Hebraism and Ethnicism,
viz.: that in the one case, God is represented
as seeking and finding his people, pleading
with their unwillingness and disloyalty,
unveiling to them his own glorious name, and
in the other cases men are 'feeling after God if
haply they might find him, though he is not far
from any one of them.' The argument of Mr.
Clarke, moreover, is in our opinion, truncated
and paralyzed by the extremely low view that
he entertains of the person of our Lord, and of
the essence of that very monotheism which has
won the victories to which he points with
Christian exultation. There is no disrespect
cast upon the faith of nineteen-twentieths of
Christendom, it is simply ignored; and his
Christianity is, after all, little more than 'the
morality touched by emotion,' of which we
have heard a good deal lately. We believe that
a sounder and larger view of Christianity itself
would supply wards to the key here used by
Mr. Clarke, which would enable him to unlock
many more of the mysteries of human life.
We thank him for the work he has done, so far
as it goes, and can agree with him that the
philosophy of missions will lie very much in
the direction of comparative theology.
Sermons for my Curates. By the late Rev.
Thomas T. Lynch, Minister of Mornington
Church, London. Edited by Samuel Cox.
Strahan and Co.
Twelve months ago, in calling the attention of
our readers to one of the latest volumes of Mr.
Lynch's sermons, we ventured to predict that
when it was too late, the world would find out
that a prophet had lifted up his voice in the
heart of modern London, comparatively disregarded;
and now a ministry exercising transcendent
influence over a few sympathetic minds,
the spiritual work of a great poet and philosopher,
the subtle wit, and delicate humour, and
piercing satire of a gifted man are things of
the past. We have lost him. We, and many
others beside ourselves, are by this volume
made to feel how incalculable that loss is.
Hundreds of busy men, and hasty critics, will,
we are satisfied, feel a species of pang when
they discover the realities and the significance
of this volume. Here was a man suffering from
the agonies of angina pectoris, precluded by
dire necessity from conducting two services on
the Sunday, and out of the sheer love which
he bore to his little flock, in the course of three
months of bitter suffering, producing for their
use and advantage a series of services, each including
two prayers and a discourse which, to
say the least, no one but Thomas Lynch could
have originated. Mr. Cox's preface is painfully
affecting. We might have expected, if he
had not forewarned us to the contrary, that
these pages would have shivered in sympathy
with the intense agony under which they were
penned. On the contrary, they sparkle with
life and beauty, with cheerfulness and Christian
hope. There is less of their author's well-known
quaintness, less abundant illustration;
he seems more intent upon the pure thought,
and the logical concatenation of idea than had
been customary with him. There is much
sweet reasoning with despondency; there is an
absence of all controversial atmosphere; there
is not a trace of bitterness, nor a morbid
thought about either God or man, but there is
great fulness of heart and gentleness of soul;
and these are the only signs the printed page
reveals of the almost unutterable physical distress
in which they were produced. Although
neither these nor others of Mr. Lynch's published
sermons can be called doctrinal deliverances,
and though they deal with the life of
faith, rather than with its essence or its object,
yet they will be singularly valuable, and even
indispensable to one who wishes to understand
the doctrinal position of their author. Produced
in the manner to which we have referred,
they are above and beyond criticism. We accept
them reverently; we commend them
heartily and tenderly to our readers.
The Ecclesiastical Polity of the New Testament:
A Study for the Present Crisis in
the Church of England. By the Rev. G. A.
Jacob, D.D., late Head Master of Christ's
Hospital. Strahan and Co.
Churches and their Creeds. By the Rev. Sir
Philip Perring, Bart. Longmans, Green,
and Co.
Few things in modern controversy are more
astounding, and cause more scandal to Nonconformists
than the unwarrantable assumptions
and unscholarly arguments of their Anglican
opponents. We scarcely hesitate to say that
such a work as Mr. Blunt's 'Ecclesiastical Dictionary—while
evincing most patient research
and abundant knowledge—contains more arbitrary
assumptions and illogical conclusions than
all the works on ecclesiastical controversy
which Nonconformists have published during
the present century. Had a Nonconformist
been guilty of a tithe of such, every ecclesiastical
newspaper in the land would have poured
out upon him its jubilant ridicule. In any
other science than theology such a treatment of
facts would be simply impossible. We are
sadly forced to the conclusion, that in the
judgment of certain Churchmen, Sacramentarianism,
and even an Episcopal Establishment,
are religious truths so vital, that the very investigation
of evidence is presumption of a reprobate
mind, and no testimony of history or
conclusion of reason is valid against them. It
seems, at any rate, as if it were the first of religious
duties so to manipulate facts and reconstruct
history as to compel testimony in their
support. For ourselves, we sorrowfully affirm
that, speaking generally, we have lost all confidence
in the conclusions of Anglican scholarship,
and feel it imperative to test every citation
and every assertion before we can attach
the slightest argumentative value to it.
It is refreshing, therefore, to meet with the
work of an Episcopalian clergyman equally conspicuous
for its learning and for its fearless
honesty. Dr. Jacob's work is one of those
productions, rare, alas! which impress the
reader from the beginning that he is in the
hands of a man whose supreme solicitude is to
ascertain truth—who permits no ecclesiastical
prepossessions or interests to influence his conclusions;
who however much he may love Plato,
loves truth more. Dr. Jacob is an Episcopalian
by conviction and preference—he does not
utter a word that either questions the one or
impugns the other; and yet he has written a
book which is a patient, scholarly, and dispassionate
investigation into the Ecclesiastical
Polity of the New Testament, from the conclusions
of which only men who contend for the
divine right of Presbyterianism or Congregationalism,
and possibly of Episcopalianism, will
dissent. Since Archbishop Whately's 'Kingdom
of Christ,' no such thorough treatment,
and candid an examination of Church questions
has appeared. To the fearless candour and
acuteness of Whately, Dr. Jacob adds a habit
of minute and patient scholarly investigation,
which supplies the evidence upon which his important
conclusions are reached. Had all ecclesiastical
controversy been conducted in his
spirit there would still be—as there ever will
be—Episcopalians, Presbyterians, and Congregationalists;
but these would have regarded
their Church differences as preferential modes
rather than as divine rights; and Christendom
would have presented an aspect of harmonious
diversity instead of one of sectarian assumptions
and animosity. For ourselves, we most
heartily thank him for his book, which, if there
were any hope at all from the fanatical sectarianism
of what is known as Anglicanism,
would be the best eirenicon of these latter
days. We cannot do better than try briefly to
indicate a few of Dr. Jacob's conclusions, the
more especially as our general accord with
them calls for little criticism. 'In the apostolic
writings, the word ἐκκλησία is never said of
a country or nation. It is always the church
in a city or town. Neither is it ever said to
be the church of any given town, but always in
or at the place.' 'Whenever the Christians of
a country or nation are spoken of collectively,
the word is always in the plural number, as
"The churches of Galatia," &c. 'Hence national
churches, however justifiable and desirable
in certain periods of national life, are not
divine nor apostolic institutions—their propriety
rests altogether on the ground of general
expediency and public advantage; and to attempt
to furnish them with a higher sanction
by arguments drawn from the theocratic government
of the Jewish people seems to me to
savour but little of sound reasoning, and to
confound together some of the distinctive characteristics
of two widely different dispensations.'
'Neither is the word ever applied to a
building or a place of worship,' 'nor does it
ever mean Christian ministers as distinguished
from the general body of Christians.' The
Catholic Church in its visible form includes
any number of Christian societies, which, as
far as human authority is concerned, are independent
of each other.'
'The Episcopate, in the modern acceptation
of the term, and as a distinct clerical order,
does not appear in the New Testament, but was
gradually introduced and extended throughout
the Church at a later period.' 'Timothy at
Ephesus, and Titus in Crete, are never called
"bishops," or any other name which might indicate
a special order or ecclesiastical office;
their commission was evidently an exceptional
and temporary charge, to meet some peculiar
wants in those places during the necessary absence
of St. Paul.' 'There is evidence of the
most satisfactory kind, because unintentional,
to the effect that Episcopacy was established
in different churches after the decease of the
apostles who founded them, and at different
times.' 'The custom of the Church, rather
than any ordinance of the Lord, made bishops
greater than the rest.' Dr. Jacob attributes
the idea of a priesthood in the Christian Church
to the combined leaven of Jewish and of Pagan
influences; and in this he differs from Professor
Lightfoot, who attributes it exclusively to
Pagan influence. 'Tertullian is the first Christian
author by whom the Church ministry is
directly asserted to be a priesthood.' Dr. Jacob
undertakes to prove the proposition—'That,
according to Scripture truth, the Christian ministry
is not a priesthood, and Christian ministers
are not priests, are not invested with any
sacerdotal powers, and have no sacerdotal
functions to perform.' The proof is wrought
out in detail, with great amplitude of evidence,
acuteness of argument, and to an irresistible
conclusion. We should deal unfairly with it
were we to attempt either citation or summary.
The points of the argument are: 1. That the
Christian Church was moulded upon the form
of the synagogue, which had no altar; and not
upon that of the temple, which had no pulpit.
2. The equality of privilege or standing-ground
in Christ which Christians of all orders or degrees
possessed. 3. The position and argument
of the Epistle to the Hebrews. 4. The
remarkable omissions concerning a priesthood
of the New Testament, which Dr. Jacob contends
is 'an insuperable bar to all sacerdotal
assumptions, inasmuch as a positive and express
appointment of divine authority is imperative.'
A further argument is derived from the
nature of New Testament ordination, which is
fully discussed, and shown to confer, not
power, but authority quoad hoc. 'Authority it
gives according to the order and constitution of
each church, but no other power than was possessed
before, or afterwards, by whatever
means obtained.' 'Those, therefore, amongst
ourselves who contend that spiritual power is
given by the act of ordaining, if they are not
merely misunderstanding the word and using
it in a sense which does not belong to it, are
brought to the assumption, that it is not a
power producing effects which are seen and felt
in the hearts and lives of men, but one much
more secret and unappreciable in its working;—the
power, as it is alleged, of conferring
divine grace through the sacraments, thus
making the effect of the sacraments to depend
upon something in the administrator, instead of
the ordinance of Christ.'
'The authority to appoint Church officers
was inherent in every duly constituted church,
as the natural right of a lawful and well organized
society.' Hence presbyters were competent
to ordain, which Hooker also admits ('Eccl.
Pol.,' vii. 14). 'The government and ordinations
of Presbyterian churches are just as valid,
Scriptural, and apostolic, as our own.' 'A
priest, indeed, whose office is to stand between
God and man must be specially called by God;
but a pastor and teacher and administrator of
sacred things in a congregation of Christian
men who have access to God through the
priesthood of Jesus Christ, whatever inward
call he may require, needs no other outward
appointment to his office than the authority of
the church in which he ministers.' 'Neither
apostle nor presbyter in the primitive church,
so far as we know, pronounced absolution upon
those who had confessed their sins for the purpose
of conveying to them a grace from God,
which otherwise they would not have had; nor
is there anything in the New Testament to
show that the declaration of God's forgiveness
has any greater efficacy from the mouth of an
ordained presbyter, than from that of any ordinary
Christian.' 'The clergy, not being a
priestly caste, or a mediating, sacrificing, absolving
order, but Church officers appointed
for the maintenance of due religious solemnity,
the devout exercise of Christian worship, the
instruction of the people in Divine truth, and
their general edification in righteous living, are
the acting representatives of the church to
which they belong, and derive their ministerial
authority from it.' 'The Christian ministry
was requisite, not on account of any spiritual
functions which could not otherwise have
been lawfully discharged; but for the sake of
the solemnity and regularity which are essential
in a religious and permanent society. There
was no spiritual act which in itself was of such
a nature that it might not have been done by
every individual Christian.' Hence Dr. Jacob
concludes that neither of the sacraments demand
imperatively the administration of a minister.
'As at the Jewish Passover any person
might preside, usually the master of the
house—this was probably the case in the
earliest times in the Christian Church.' At the
celebration of the Eucharist, 'Church members,'
moreover, 'might depose their presbyters.'
'It is evident from the New Testament
that questions of dogmatic theology are
to be considered by lay members of the church,
as well as by the clergy; and that no Christian
man is to resign his reason or apprehensions of
religious truth, any more than his conscience,
to the judgment of his pastor.' When ministers
teach false doctrine 'it would necessarily
be the duty of every Christian to refuse their
teaching.' 'In the apostolic age, and during
the time when Christian worshippers met in
private rooms, or in edifices of a simple style,
there was no distinction made between different
portions of the building, men and women were
not separated in the congregation; neither was
any form of consecration then used, or any particular
sanctity or reverence attached to the
place. The sanctity was in the worshippers
who met together in the Saviour's name, and
the reverence was given to His spiritual presence,
which had been promised to those who
should be thus assembled.' 'The consecration
of churches with formal solemnities, which
were supposed to impart a sacredness to the
place and building, does not appear until the
fourth century.' 'As no forms of prayer of
apostolic authority are given in the sacred record,
nor any command from the apostles as to
the use or non-use of such forms, this is an
open question to be decided by every church
for itself; each church having a full right to
act according to its discretion and deliberate
judgment; but no right at all to condemn or
disparage the opposite practice which another
Christian community may prefer.' 'I think it
is perfectly certain that in the earliest period of
the apostolic age a fixed and prescribed liturgy
could not have been used.' 'All the evidence
directly deducible from the New Testament is
against the use of such formularies in the
apostolic age.' 'This, very briefly expressed,
is the sum and substance of the contemporary
patristic testimony; and it points us conclusively
to the third and fourth centuries, and
not to the apostolic age for the distinct appearance
and growth to maturity of formal liturgies
in Christian churches.' 'There is in the
New Testament no trace whatever of any one
of the annual days of hallowed commemoration
which are now celebrated in Christian
churches.' Equally decisive are Dr. Jacob's
arguments and conclusions against anything
like sacramental grace in the ordinances of
Baptism and the Lord's Supper. 'There is not
the slightest intimation that the validity of the
Sacrament (of the Lord's Supper) depended
upon any ministerial power or act, or that any
Christian minister had the power of conferring
sacramental grace through his administration of
it.' 'There is not the slightest intimation that
any change whatever was effected in the bread
and wine, or that any power or virtue, natural
or supernatural, was infused into them. They
are not even said to be "consecrated," but only
to have a blessing or thanksgiving offered over
them. There is not the slightest intimation
that our Lord Jesus Christ is in any sense present
in, or in conjunction with the consecrated
elements; or that His presence in the believer's
heart at this service is different in kind from
His presence in him at prayer, or in any other
spiritual communion.'
The conclusions which Dr. Jacob has reached
are those which every severe and impartial historical
student must come to—which any legal
testing of evidence must necessarily compel.
They have our hearty concurrence. Dr. Jacob,
as we have said, is, by conviction and preference,
an Episcopalian; our convictions and
preferences induce us to reject Episcopacy as
having been almost uniformily and inevitably
inimical to the freedom and spirituality of the
Church. On some minor points, moreover,
which are not important enough for remark
here, we differ from his conclusions; but as a
vade mecum of the Ecclesiastical Polity of the
New Testament we are well contented to accept
his book—we know of none, indeed, comparable
with it; and we cordially commend it,
not only to the Anglicans, Evangelicals, and
Broad Churchmen of his own ecclesiastical
body, with a strong desire to know what replies
they will give to it, but we recommend
it to all Congregational and Presbyterian ministers,
as equally full of learned fidelity to
truth, of just recognitions of the liberty wherewith
Christ has made us free, and of broad,
loving charities, which alone can secure, and
which are sufficient to secure, the unity of the
Church of God.
Sir Philip Perring's book is of a very different
character—loose, garrulous, and impetuous;
but yet it contains many good things. It is
the production of one of those men of restless
ingenuity—not unfrequently found in all
Churches—whose impulses are good, whose intentions
are true, whose utterance is fearless,
but who yet want the closeness, self-control,
and exact logic which give opinions their just
influence. The book is a hotchpotch, made up
of papers on miscellaneous subjects—an 'Address
to Conformists and to Nonconformists,'
on their respective faults and differences; 'A
Hint to Bishops,' urging them to call a council,
and agree with their Nonconformist brethren;
'Regulations of Public Worship,' advocating
liberty for Congregational gifts; 'Expenses of
Public Worship,' condemning pew rents and
the offertory alike, and advocating occasional
collections; 'Episcopal Ordination;' 'Non-Episcopal
Ordination,' condemning the dogma
of apostolical succession; 'The Baptismal Service,'
'Everlasting Damnation,' 'Biblical Revision,'
'Passages in the Gospels revised,' 'Gospel
accounts of the Resurrection harmonized,'
'Silver Filings,'—a Collection of Aphorisms
and Sentences. Nonconformists have but little
reason to complain of Sir Philip's volume; his
chief adjurations are directed against his own
Church, and he denounces in it assumptions,
errors, and abuses which have been the raison
d'être of Nonconformity. We are not let off
without rebuke; but our sins are light in comparison.
On some points we plead guilty.
Nonconformity is, no doubt, amenable to the
reproach of undue sectarianism and unnecessary
division. We are too prone to party
shibboleths; it is the characteristic sin which
our necessary nonconformity has generated.
The evils which Sir P. Perring rebukes, however,
some of which he exaggerates, are evils of
human nature, not of Nonconformity as such.
By God's grace we trust to amend them. He
is in error, however, when he says 'we wage a
continual warfare for participation in endowments,'
to a fair share of which he is just
enough to say we are entitled. We may forgive
a State Churchman for failing to understand
that we really have a strong objection to endowments,
and should deem them a spiritual injury
to our Churches; and yet, if he would
look at Nonconformist history, especially at the
history of Regium Donum, he might be assured
of the fact. Our contention is not for a share
of endowments; but that endowments of one
particular Church or of any number of
Churches, out of the property of the entire nation
should, as an essential injustice and as
practically a prolific source of mischief, altogether
cease. We object to national endowments
for religion per se, whoever may participate
in them, as being necessarily inequitable
and inexpedient; neither can we see the religious
right or wisdom of acquiescing in the
wrong which the Established Church is doing.
We are under religious obligations to put an
end to all wrong done to ourselves and others.
We do not interfere with the Episcopal Church
as such—we concede to it all the liberty we
claim ourselves; we object to the National
Establishment as a wrong to all Nonconformists—that
is, to one half of the nation; and as
citizens, we feel that we have the civil right,
and are under religious obligations to seek at
the hands of the Legislature the redress of this
wrong. Can Sir P. Perring understand the
difference between finding fault with others,
and seeking to emancipate ourselves? Righteousness
must come before peace is possible,
and it is consistent with the highest religiousness
and the most perfect charity to seek it.
Ante-Nicene Christian Library:—
Translations of the Writings of the Fathers
down to a.d. 325. Edited by Rev. Alexander
Roberts, D.D., and James Donaldson,
D.D.
Vol. XIX. The Seven Books of Arnobius adversus
Gentes. Translated by A. H. Bryce,
LL.D., D.C.L., and Hugh Campbell, M.A.
Vol. XX. The Works of Gregory Thaumaturgus,
Dionysius of Alexandria, and Archelaus.
Translated by Rev. S. D. F. Salmond,
M.A. And Syriac Documents, attributed
to the First Three Centuries. Translated by
Rev. B. P. Pratten, B.A. Edinburgh: T.
and T. Clark.
The editors of this valuable series of translations
are resolved to furnish the English reader
with nearly all the Christian literature of the
first three centuries. The volumes before us
are singularly important. The celebrated books
of Arnobius adversus Gentes reflect the intense
antagonism which the monstra horrendaque of
heathenism had excited in pure-minded and
thoughtful men. There is exceedingly little of
the peculiar form of Ante-Nicene Christianity
to be gleaned from this apologia; there is
hardly a reference either to the Old Testament
or the New, or to any distinctively Christian
doctrine, but there is the most elaborate impeachment
of the popular faith. The incredible
obscenity of the mythology of Greece and
Rome is drawn out in revolting detail, and is
the sufficient reply to the maddened hostility
of heathen persecutors of Christians. Arnobius
repudiated the allegorical interpretation which
had been put by philosophers upon popular
legend as a flimsy expedient to condone intolerable
impurity, and he drags out the sensuous
earthworm, slime and all, into the light. The
same spirit of uncompromising detestation of
the impurities of heathenism that is conspicuous
in the 'Apology' of Tertullian and the 'Octavius'
of Minucius Felix pervades this treatise,
which yet, by its philosophical arrangement
and fulness of detail, has gained for Arnobius
the reputation of being the Christian Varro.
The translations of the genuine and spurious
works of Gregory Thaumaturgus are executed
with great care, and contain the panegyric
on Origen, as well as the metaphrase of
Ecclesiastes. One of the most interesting
things in the volume is the 'Disputation between
Bishop Archelaus and Manes,' which,
for its picturesque surroundings, and for the
insight it gives into the activity and intensity
of the Manichæan faith, and the mode in which
this great heresiarch was met by the early
Christians, is of immense value. The translations
of the Syriac documents, though acknowledged
to have been done with Dr. Cureton's
translations open before the editor, are claimed
by him as an independent translation. The
extent of these obligations are differently estimated
by Mr. Pratten and some of his critics;
at all events, they are a valuable addition to
the series of the 'Ante-Nicene Library.'
The Story of Hare Court. Being the History
of an Independent Church. By John B.
Marsh; with an introduction by the Rev.
A. Raleigh, D.D. Strahan and Co.
This is an admirable specimen of a class of
books that we should like to see greatly multiplied.
The history of many a Nonconforming
Church would be the best defence of its existence,
and the best evidence of its vitality. The
Hare Court Church dates from the Commonwealth,
some of the illustrious names of which
were connected with it, and with its first pastor,
George Cokayne, notably Sir Bulstrode Whitelocke,
Lord Mayor Tichborne, ancestor of the
family just now attracting so much notoriety—who
also signed the death-warrant of Charles
I., and Lord Mayor Ireton, brother of Cromwell's
famous Colonel. The Communion plate
now in use by the Church at Canonbury was
presented by Sir Bulstrode Whitelocke and Sir
Robert Tichborne. Cokayne was also a friend
of Milton and of Bunyan, who died in the
house of Mr. John Strudwicke, one of Mr.
Cokayne's deacons. The church has a great
history, and both in the distinction of its present
honoured pastor and in the noble achievements
of the church itself it will perpetuate its
honourable traditions.
The Moabite Stone; a fac-simile of the Original
Inscription, with an English Translation,
and an Historical and Critical Commentary.
Second Edition, Revised and
Enlarged, with a Map of the Land of Moab.
By Christian D. Ginsburg, LL.D. Reeves
and Turner.
The discovery and interpretation of the Moabite
stone equal, and in some respects surpass in
importance and interest, those of the celebrated
Rosetta stone; these thirty-four lines, which
have been exposed to the chances of Bedouin
ignorance and way-side accident for nearly as
many centuries, throw unexpected light upon
both the history and language of the Old Testament.
The relations of Moab and Israel were
very intimate, and the Biblical records of these
are very perplexing. Thus we find David, who
was of Moabite descent, and whose parents had
been sheltered by the king of Moab, for some
inscrutable reason, waging a bloody war against
this hospitable monarch, and slaughtering two-thirds
of his subjects. It has been assumed
that for nearly a century the Moabites were
tributory to the Israelites, but the Moabite inscription
implies that they had during this
period thrown off the yoke, and were conquered
again by Omri. Dr. Ginsburg thinks that
Solomon granted their liberty, as there are
several indications of his friendly feeling. The
inscription is a record of the successful attempt
of Mesha, king of Moab, circa B.C. 936,
to reconquer the territory and rebuild the cities
anciently subjugated by the Israelites, 2 Kings
iii.; these they retained for upwards of a century
and a half, until in the time of Ahaz the
'burden of Moab' was pronounced by Isaiah.
(Isaiah xv., xvi.) Mesha, this triumphal tablet
tells us, made Dijon his fortified capital, and
erected this memorial in it. He took from
Nebo 'the vessels of Jehovah' and dedicated
them to Chemosh, giving the important and
entirely novel information that the Jews had a
house for the worship of Jehovah in Nebo, beyond
Jordan. The mention of the name of
Jehovah on this tablet is remarkable, implying
that at that time it was commonly pronounced
by the Israelites—that is, the sacred Tetragrammaton
had not then ceased to be used.
This superstition, Dr. Ginsburg thinks, was introduced
by the Alexandrine Jews.
The linguistical interest of the stone consists
in the fact that it is the only pre-Maccabean
original written in a language almost identical
with the Biblical Hebrew. It is older than
two-thirds of the Old Testament. Its bearings
on the Masoretic text, therefore, are profoundly
important and interesting; these Dr. Ginsburg
discusses. The important fact emerges that
the Hebrew words were divided by points, and
the verses by vertical strokes. A system of
original punctuation is thus virtually demonstrated,
confirming the Masoretic division. The
palæographical importance of the Moabite stone
is equally great. It is, by a century and a
half, the oldest alphabet of its character that
we possess; it is three centuries older than
our most ancient inscription, the sarcophagus
of Eshmunazar. The characters are the so-called
Phœnician, from which the Greek, Roman,
and other European alphabets are derived.
We have thus 'the veritable prototype of
modern writings,' for all the twenty-two letters
are here. All these points Dr. Ginsburg
evolves and elucidates with great scholarship
and ingenuity. He narrates fully the history
of the discovery of this remarkable monument
by the Rev. F. Klein; of the foolish and fussy,
and, as it proved, disastrous jealousy and selfishness
of the French Consul, M. Clermont-Gonneau,
and of its destruction by the Bedouins.
The volume is one of almost romantic
interest. Dr. Ginsburg has wisely written for
the comprehension of even unlearned readers.
His volume supplies not only a fac-simile of
the stone, the various translations of it already
made, but a full exposition of its manifold
significance. It is a wonderful corroboration
of Old Testament authority.
Palestine: its Holy Sites and Sacred Story.
By John Tillotson. Ward, Lock, and
Tyler. 1871.
The history of the Jews, in the form in which
we have it in the Old St. Clair Testament, is a
medley. The absence of chronological arrangement
in the books, the positive inversion of
the order of events within the limits of the
same book—sometimes the brief account of
some reigns, the interruption of the story by
long episodes, the want of any means of correlating
the prophets with the monarchs in whose
reigns they prophesy, combine to confuse the
reader; and in addition to this, the history is
absent altogether for the 400 years immediately
before Christ. As a consequence, the Bible
history is but little studied by young people,
and for a hundred lads who can readily run
through the list of sovereigns from Egbert to
Victoria, or Clovis to Napoleon, there is hardly
one who can distinctly enumerate the succession
of the kings of Israel and Judah. The
Bible history seems far off and shadowy, and
needs to be made near and real; it is passed
over for lighter literature, and needs to be invested
with the charms of a story; Palestine
geography is neglected, while its relations with
the sacred story are close and living, and a
graphic description of the physical features of
the country should always accompany an account
of the events which occurred in it. In
those parts where the Biblical narrative is detailed
and connected through a few chapters—as
in the history of the patriarchs, or that of
David and Solomon, of Elijah and Elisha—it is
read with interest by the young; so that if we
give continuity to the entire account, we may
expect to create interest in the entire book.
We are therefore indebted to those who reduce
the elements to order, and present us with a
connected history of Palestine, like the history
of any other country, as Dean Stanley has
done in his 'Lectures on the Jewish Church,'
and Milman in his 'History of the Jews.'
Those works, however, are learned and expensive,
and Stanley's book still wants the concluding
volume; so that a cheap popular history
for young people was a desideratum. The
author of the present volume has long held a
position in general literature, and in this history
of Palestine, as well as in the Bible Dictionary
which preceded it, he shows so much knowledge
of Biblical matters, and so much talent
in dealing with them, that his death, which
took place before a copy of this book could be
placed in his hands, will be much regretted by
many. In the preparation of his book he has
no doubt availed himself of the labours of his
predecessors; though at the same time he has
put himself into his work, and his fine, healthy,
genial, and sympathising spirit is exhibited in
every chapter. In critical and scientific matters
many will disagree from some of his conclusions,
as, for instance, when he accepts
Ussher's chronology, places Job earlier than
Abraham, makes the bed of the Dead Sea the
site of Sodom, attributes Ecclesiastes to Solomon,
and ignores a deutero-Isaiah. It is better,
perhaps, that these questions should not all be
discussed—nor without discussion be decided
adversely to common belief—in a book intended
for young people: else the author here and
there shows his capacity to weigh the evidence
on both sides of a disputed matter. For the
same reason, it is well, perhaps, that while the
natural and human sides of marvellous events
are made prominent, the question of the supernatural
is not formally discussed, but the very
language of the Old Testament is often quoted
and left to make its own impression. In addition
to the Old Testament, the writer makes
considerable use of Josephus, and sometimes
borrows from tradition, though more sparingly
than does Stanley. His style is more simple
than Stanley's, his language more homely; he
writes in the present tense, and so gives the
events a dramatic interest; he makes old acts
and practices understood by running references
to that which is analogous in modern society,
and finishes a portrait or a description with an
apt quotation or proverb. In historical parallels
and allusions, the book abounds. For instance,
with reference to Abram's position in
idolatrous Chaldæa, when John Knox, bound
as a galley slave, was wearily tugging at the
oar in French waters, he is said to have seized
on a wooden image of the Virgin. 'This a
mother of God!' quoth he, 'she is fitter for
swimming than for being worshipped;' and so
he flung her into the river. Abram was more
discreet. One day, when his father was away
from the atelier, he took a strong hammer and
knocked half the idols to pieces. When Terah
returned and inquired the cause, Abram told
him the gods had fallen to fighting as to which
was the greatest, and in the battle had reduced
themselves to the sight he saw; Terah, who
would not give up his faith in their vitality, was
forced to silence (p. 14). With regard to Israel's
passage of the Red Sea, at low tide the sea may
be forded at Suez, as Napoleon and his officers
forded it on horseback; yet the tide comes in
with a mighty flood, such as well-nigh overwhelmed
Napoleon and his officers when re-crossing
to Suez (p. 52). When Saul took a
yoke of oxen and hewed them in pieces and
sent them throughout all the coasts of Israel by
the hands of messengers, saying, 'Whosoever
cometh not forth after Saul and after Samuel,
so shall it be done unto his oxen!' the challenge
spread, with extraordinary rapidity from
family to family, from tribe to tribe. Like the
fiery cross of the old Highlanders, the signs
were borne along, and the people responded
with one consent:—
'Fast as the fatal symbol flies,
In arms the huts and hamlets rise;
From winding glen, from upland brown,
Then poured each hardy tenant down:
Nor slacked the messenger his pace—
He showed the sign, he named the place;
And pressing forward like the wind,
Left clamour and surprise behind.' (P. 110.)
We trust that the author will succeed in his
object of awakening a deeper interest in the
holy sites and sacred story of Palestine, and
in quickening a desire to know more about
both.
On a fresh Revision of the English New Testament.
By J. D. Lightfoot, D.D., Canon of
St. Paul's, and Hulsean Professor of Divinity,
Cambridge. Macmillan and Co. 1871.
The substance of this work was read by Dr.
Lightfoot to a clerical meeting before the Revision
Committee had held its first session.
The publication of the volume will do good
service. The author introduces his discussion
by a clear résumé of the circumstances which
led to Jerome's revision of the Latin Bible, and
he then recounts the difficulties and suspicions
that were engendered by the proposals which
issued in the production of the authorized English
version. It is curious to find that the
criticisms and fears which disturb good people
in the end of the nineteenth century are almost
identical with those which greeted the translators
of the seventeenth century. Dr. Lightfoot
vindicates 'the necessity for a fresh revision
of the authorized version.' Though he
here traverses ground which has often been
canvassed, the argument has never been more
strongly or more adequately presented. It
consists of a careful and condensed exposition,
first of the textual defects and 'false readings'
of the English version; it goes on to enumerate
the 'artificial distinctions created' by an arbitrary
variety of translation of the same Greek
words, and the 'real distinctions obliterated'
by the reverse process of using the same English
word as the representative of several different
Greek words. Our author accumulates
further proof of the fact that many of the niceties
of Greek grammar were not known to our
translators, that they were foggy in the extreme
as to the use of the definite article and the
aorist tense, as well as to the fundamental modifications
effected in the meaning of verbs by
the 'voice' in which they are used. He is
particularly happy in showing the inconsistency,
confusion, and utter lack of definite principle
on which 'proper names' are introduced into
the English New Testament, and in this and
other ways shows that the time is come for a
thorough revision of blunders which often conceal
truth and beauty, and interfere with the
vivid impression which the words of Jesus and
his apostles ought to produce upon the English
reader. The chief and only criticism we feel
disposed to express is, that in many scores of
places Dr. Lightfoot indicates the obvious
blunder of the English version, but does not
show us how he would find a remedy. Dr.
Lightfoot argues that there need be no violation
whatever of this 'well of English undefiled;'
that in the matter of Greek scholarship
we are never likely to have a larger body of
men competent to execute the work, and to
criticise it when done; and that a revised
translation will not now be exposed to the
affectations and Latinisms that might possibly
have disturbed such a work as this at the commencement
of the present century. Our author
speaks, moreover, with grateful satisfaction of
the fine spirit which has been expressed and
consecrated by the actual co-operation of the
revisers.
SERMONS.
The Religion of the Present and the Future.
Sermons preached chiefly at Yale College, by
Theodore D. Woolsey. (New York: Charles
Scribner and Co.) The name of the venerable
and honoured President of Yale College is well
known on this side the Atlantic. His authority
as a jurist has been often cited in our international
disputes with the United States.
His articles on the Alabama question have probably
done as much as anything to convince
his countrymen that there were two sides to it,
and to induce the temper which has happily led
to the recent convention. In the United States
he is universally regarded as facile princeps
on all questions of international law. Connected
with Yale College for forty years, its President
for twenty-five, he has just retired from
the latter office into private life, carrying with
him a degree of public respect and of personal
affection such as few men are permitted to win.
This volume is a record of his more pastoral
relations to the professors and alumni of Yale.
None of his predecessors, not even Dr. Dwight,
have won more religious respect and affection.
His dignified and yet gentle wisdom, his high
purity and deep spirituality, and especially the
affectionate sympathy called forth by his unusual
domestic sorrows—for, like Archbishop
Tait, his children have been taken from him
more than one at once; his last bereavement
was two daughters, who died last December, in
Jerusalem, within two days of each other—these
have gathered round his name and his
home a peculiar reverence, love, and influence
on the part not only of many hundreds of
young men who have been under his care, but
of many thousands of his countrymen besides.
This volume is a memorial of his College-chapel
preaching, compiled at the request of
members of his classes. It consists of twenty-five
sermons on ordinary but diversified Christian
themes; all, however, indirectly having
respect to a collegiate audience. The circumstances
of the publication place the volume beyond
our criticism, and were there anything in
it to find fault with, we should simply refrain
from commendation. As it is, we do not hesitate
to say that its qualities of thoughtful,
earnest, catholic, practical religiousness, combined
with finished scholarship, high-toned
simplicity, and cultured grace, are of a very
high character—every word is pure gold. We
trust that it will find its way into the hands of
English readers. We cannot forbear transcribing
the elegant, touching, and characteristic
dedication—'To those who have now and then
heard my voice in the pulpit of Yale College,
and especially to the graduates who have gone
forth from these halls, leaving me here until
now, when my time of graduation is nearly
come, I affectionately inscribe these discourses
as an acknowledgment of the respect and love
which they have shown me.'—The Training of
the Twelve; or, Passages out of the Gospels,
exhibiting the twelve Disciples of Jesus under
discipline for the Apostleship. By the Rev.
Alexander B. Bruce, Broughty Ferry. (Edinburgh:
T. and T. Clark.) Mr. Bruce has hit
upon a good idea, and has wrought it out in a
stronger manner than his preface, which is
somewhat fussy and egotistical, gives promise
of. He selects for elucidation the passages in
the Gospels which set forth our Lord's relations
with the Twelve, and examines them in
the light of his great purpose to teach and train
these selected men as the founders of his
Church and the Apostles of his religion. Mr.
Bruce's treatment is homiletical rather than
scientific, most of his chapters having evidently
done duty in the pulpit. He is, however, an
intellectual and well-read expositor. If there
be nothing in his discoursing that is very penetrating;
neither is there anything inane. His
predominant characteristic is sound, practical
common sense. He belongs to the school of
Dr. John Brown. His book is too big. An octavo
volume of 550 pages is a great undertaking
for a reader, unless redeemed by originality,
or power of vivid presentation. Mr. Bruce
is thoroughly orthodox, even according to
Scottish standards. But he is not blind. He
has clearly thought for himself, and he puts
the result with intelligence and independence.
It must, however, have been a difficult task to
speak of our Lord's doctrine of Sabbath-keeping,
and to refrain from a rebuke of the Sabbatarianism
into which some of his own countrymen
have fallen, which is surely as superstitious
and burdensome as that which our Lord rebuked;
but Mr. Bruce has achieved this. His remarks
on liturgies, which, he thinks, are for
private rather than public use, are moderate
and wise. Indeed, Mr. Bruce holds the balance
in most things very fairly. As we have
said, a more profound, scientific treatment of
his subject is conceivable. At the hands of a
man like Neander, for instance, it would have
received it; but as a practical exposition, conducted
on a high level of common sense, the
book is a very good one. It touches on multitudinous
questions, and always intelligently and
wisely. Sometimes Mr. Bruce does not quite
get to the heart of the matter, as for instance,
in the section on Peter's sifting. The true nature
of the crisis is brought out by Whateley,
in his 'Lectures on the Apostles,' much more
fully and distinctly. But the book is worthy a
place by the side of Dr. Brown's expository
volumes.—Young Men and Maidens; a Pastoral
for the Times. By J. Baldwin Brown,
B.A. (Hodder and Stoughton.) These sermons
are only partially designated in this title,
for in addition to the two on young men and
women, a third is devoted to 'our elders.'
What Mr. Brown has to say to these will be anticipated
by all who know his writings. His
intense earnestness almost irresistibly takes a
monitory form. He stands in the midst of his
generation, like a Hebrew prophet, saying noble
and eloquent things; but he would speak more
effectually if he spoke in a more hopeful spirit
of faith. There is evil enough in our life, God
knows! but there is also much good, more,
perhaps, than ever there was; and the most
effectual of all inspirations in the battle with
evil is the inspiration of faith. Is it not saying
too much of any vice among us, that 'England
is likely to die of it'? This is a rhetorical
exaggeration from which the good dissent,
at which the evil laugh. Mr. Brown's very intensity
betrays him into this characteristic
fault. Few men, however, speak better things;
and those three sermons cannot fail to stimulate
nobly all into whose hands they fall.—Sermons,
by the Rev. Fergus Ferguson, Dalkeith.
(Edinburgh: Andrew Elliott.) We
have a dim recollection of reading some newspaper
paragraph anent the heresy of Mr. Ferguson,
and some proceedings taken thereupon
by the Presbytery of his Church; and in this
volume Mr. Ferguson prints a request of 450
members of his congregation for the publication
of it, on the ground that such a charge
was brought. We have utterly failed, either
to recall the nature of the charge, or to gather
it from the request, or from Mr. Ferguson's
preface. We had no alternative, therefore, but
to examine the sermons themselves with the
eyes of a lynx-like orthodoxy. We have done
so, selecting such as from their subject seemed
most likely to betray the cloven-foot. Our sagacity
is at fault. We have found nothing
even suspicious, but only the sermons of a
strong, intelligent, devout man, everywhere
fresh, and everywhere wholesome and stimulating,
occasionally fanciful in their ingenuity; as
for instance, in the sermon entitled the 'Centre
of the Universe,' the idea of which, derived
from his position between two thieves, is
that Christ is the centre of the visible and invisible
worlds, and of the interstice between
the two. We very heartily commend these
true sermons of a true man. God help the orthodoxy
that is intolerant of such teaching as
this!—Sermons, by James McDougall, Pastor
of the Belgrave Congregational Church, Darwen,
Lancashire. (Williams and Norgate.)
Mr. McDougall's sermons are remarkable for
their independence and strength—a wonderful
contrast to the puny pietisms that are so often
put forth under the name of sermons. Conceived
in unconventional modes, expressed in
unconventional, albeit sometimes rugged,
phrase—e.g., 'eld-time,' 'age-lasting,' and similar
terms—they have a breadth, vigour, and independence
that are quite refreshing, and that
are as creditable to hearers as to the preacher.
Mr. McDougall lays hold firmly upon the incarnation,
but seems to attribute the expiation of
Christ unduly to it, rather than to his death
upon the cross. Doubtless, the entire human
life of our Lord enters into it; but the language
employed by Mr. McDougall is distributed
and guarded compared with the enthusiastic
emphasis given to the cross by the sacred
writers. This, however, may be merely accidental.
Perhaps the finest sermon in the volume
is that on Christian Theism, suggested
by the British Association addresses of Professors
Huxley and Tyndall. With a feeling of
true theistic conservatism, Mr. McDougall
seeks for points of sympathy rather than of
difference, and while uncompromising in his
own religious recognitions, is courteous and
sympathetic towards those who fall short of
them. Readers of Mr. McDougall's sermons
must feel great respect for the Church that can
produce such men, and rejoice in their teaching.—The
Companions of St. Paul. By John
S. Howson, D.D., Dean of Chester. (Strahan
and Co.) Dean Howson has made the sphere
of Paul's life pre-eminently his own. It is the
field of literary and theological culture to
which he has devoted the best energies of his
life. Beside his life of the Apostle, written
conjointly with Mr. Conybeare, he has published,
as a Hulsean lecture, 'The Character of St.
Paul: a Series of Papers on the Metaphors of
St. Paul;' another on 'Scenes from the Life of
St. Paul.' Now he portrays the companions
of St. Paul, Barnabas, Lydia, Luke, Apollos,
Titus, Phœbe, &c. Dean Howson is not a very
fervid writer: he presents us with no glowing
pictures; but all that scholarly care, clear
good sense, and elegant simplicity can do, he
does. Everything that he writes is instructive
and interesting. These sketches, especially of
subordinate and little-regarded characters will
have a special value to all curious about the
bye-ways of Scripture history.—Synoptical
Lectures on the Books of Holy Scripture. First
Series. Genesis—Song of Songs. By the
Rev. Donald Fraser, M.A. (James Nisbet.)
Mr. Fraser has attempted to work out a very
good idea. We quite agree with him as to the
pernicious effects of the proof-text system, as
inducing fragmentary knowledge, capricious
interpretations, and arbitrary dogma. Preaching
from sentences was a thing unknown to
the early Church. Mr. Fraser has attempted
to bring the whole scope of a book of Scripture
within the compass of a pulpit lecture.
Perhaps a medium course, the treatment of a
single narrative or subject, would have been
best. We do not think that he has succeeded
greatly. He has necessarily extended historical
exposition at the cost of religious instruction.
It is, of course, important to understand
the Bible; but understanding the Bible is not
an end in itself; the preacher fails when the
meanings of the Bible are not applied either
formally or by necessary suggestions to practical
religious life. It is no sufficient justification
of a preacher dealing with an audience of
living souls that he has explained the Bible to
them. Mr. Fraser's discourses are necessarily
too much like a table of contents to be of much
practical religious use. On the other hand the
popular character of spoken addresses deprives
his book of scholastic value. The points of
difficulty, some of them, at least, are popularly
touched, and judgment is pronounced upon
them, generally in the light of sufficient reading;
but Mr. Fraser settles nothing. His
chapter on the canon is very superficial. We
cannot but think that these exercises would
have been more suitable for a Bible-class than
for sermons. Sometimes, as in the lecture on
Ruth, Mr. Fraser, in his desire to be practical,
is driven to allegorizing. Mr. Fraser, however,
has failed only comparatively, and in what is
intrinsically impracticable. There is great
positive value in his synthetical attempt, in the
habit of broad general views which it necessitates,
and in the exhibition of the successive
links of the grand chain of the revelation of
God. Men sceptically inclined, and men not
sceptically inclined, who feel deeply and painfully,
literary, scientific, and religious difficulties
in connection with the Pentateuch and the
Jewish histories, will be impatient with Mr.
Fraser; but those who feel no such difficulties
will be benefited by his generalizations, the
more because they proceed upon intelligent
conclusions of his own.—Vital Truths from
the Book of Jonah. By a Labourer in the
Lord's Vineyard. (S. W. Partridge and Co.)
Those addresses make no pretence to scholarly
criticism; they are simply practical exhortations
by a lady to a Sunday class of young
women, delivered without notes, and written
down from memory. Accepting them for what
they profess to be, they are to be commended
as calculated for practical religious usefulness.
Criticism of their positions would be out of
place; the history is wholly subordinated to
spiritual uses.—Sermons preached at Auckland,
New Zealand. By Samuel Edger, B.A.,
London. Second Series. (Bartlett.) Mr. Edger
has produced a second series of very
thoughtful and interesting sermons, but, to our
mind, has spoiled them by a sour, angry, impertinent
preface. Why arrogate so exclusive
a monopoly of Christian feeling, intelligence,
and candour? Why impute vulgar and base
motives to all chapel-goers? Why strive so
hard to appear heterodox, and not succeed very
well after all? Many of the discourses are
full of fine feeling and ingenious speculation.—Sermons
chiefly on Subjects from the Sunday
Lessons. By Henry Whitehead, Vicar of St.
John's, Limehouse. (Strahan and Co.) We
have only commendation to give to these sermons,
and commendation of a high character.
We do not mean that they indicate a very high
degree of mental power, or that they deal with
high theological speculations. Their great
merit is not that they run along lofty levels of
thought, but that they are sermons eminently
adapted for ordinary hearers, and yet as eminently
satisfactory to the most cultured. They
are simple and easy, giving no impression of
effort; but they are full of a quiet, natural
thoughtfulness, spirituality, and suggestiveness,
which are eminently adapted to the nurture
of the spiritual life. Intuitively, Mr.
Whitehead apprehends the spiritual significance
of things. Every incident is presented
in its spiritual root and fruit. The sermons
are consequently full of a fine catholicity of
spiritual sympathy, which, while it is infinitely
above all mere ecclesiasticism, is very refreshing
and very winning. The little volume is a
genuine help to all that is best in the spiritual
life.—Sermons preached in Rugby School
Chapel in 1862–1867. By the Right Rev. Frederick
Temple, D.D., Lord Bishop of Exeter.
Second series. (Macmillan and Co.) Dr. Temple
published his first series of Rugby sermons
immediately after the publication of 'Essays
and Reviews'—that indirectly he might vindicate
himself from the wild charges of heresy
and infidelity brought against him. They were
published, therefore, exactly as they had been
preached. This second series has presumably
been more specially prepared for the press.
They are distinctively sermons to boys, and
their characteristics are a penetrating and direct
practicalness—informed by a rare intuitive
sympathy with boy nature—its keen perception
of reality and earnestness, its equally
keen sympathy with what is noblest in sentiment
and feeling. Avoiding all doctrinal
disquisition, Dr. Temple is in every sermon intensely
practical—doctrine, however, apparently
ordinary evangelical doctrine, being implied—as
for instance in the sermons about 'Abiding
in Christ' and 'The Comforter.' It is needless
to say that Dr. Temple looks at things in a
fresh, unconventional way, and puts things
with cultured vigour. The sermons would be
better were the motive-force of the evangelical
element more present, but they are stimulating
and instructive, in the best sense.
Body and Mind; being the Gulstonian Lectures
for 1870. By Dr. Maudsley. Macmillan
and Co.
In reading the volume before us we have been
forcibly reminded of the truth of the statement
made by Lecky, in his 'History of Rationalism,'
that 'the discoveries of physical science form
a habit of mind which is carried far beyond
the limits of physics;' for Dr. Maudsley, while
professing to confine himself within the domain
of physiology, is constantly pronouncing on
psychological matters, and that, too, with a
dogmatism which is quite as genuine as that
against which he repeatedly protests. We admit
that, from his general intelligence and culture,
he is eminently qualified to judge of
psychological subjects, but not as a professed
physiologist. As long as he keeps to his own
science, we are prepared to listen to his statements,
and to bow to his authority; and when
discoursing on these topics he is always clear,
interesting, and instructive; but whenever he
meddles with mental facts, those qualities seem
to forsake him, and he involves both himself
and his readers in a maze. After perusing a
previous work of Dr. Maudsley on a kindred
subject, we were quite prepared for a violent
tirade against metaphysical psychologists, and
are therefore not surprised to find them abused
in terms which are neither very correct nor
very scientific. In the preface he says, 'The
physiological inquirer into mind may, if he care
to do so, justly protest against the easy confidence
with which some metaphysical psychologists
disdain physiological inquiry, and ignore
its results, without having ever been at the
pains to make themselves acquainted with
what these results are, and with the steps by
which they have been reached.... The
very terms of metaphysical psychology have,
instead of helping, oppressed and hindered
him (the physiologist) to an extent which it is
impossible to measure; they have been hob-goblins,
to frighten him from entering on his
path of inquiry; phantoms, to lead him astray
at every turn, after he has entered upon it;
deceivers lurking to betray him, under the
guise of seeming friends tendering help.'
Again, 'Without speculating at all concerning
the nature of mind, I do not shrink from saying
that we shall make no progress towards a
mental science, if we begin by depreciating the
body; not by disdaining it, as metaphysicians,
religious ascetics, and maniacs have done, but
by labouring in an earnest and inquiring spirit
to understand it, shall we make any step forwards,'
&c. We deny the correctness of these
statements, in their application to psychologists
of the present day. There was a time, it
is true, when the old dualistic principle was
supreme, when mind and body were regarded
as two distinct essences, formed and developed
by entirely different agencies, and adapted to
each other for a time by some intelligent power
distinct from and superior to both; but as regards
the present time, of which Dr. Maudsley
is here speaking, we do not hesitate to state (if
we may take the writer as a fair representative
of his class) that the metaphysical psychologists,
who disdain physiological facts, are
neither half so numerous nor so bigoted as the
physiological psychologists, who pour contempt
on psychological science, without ever having
acquainted themselves with its results, and do
not hesitate to express their disdain for the
testimony of consciousness, the only direct evidence
we can ever possess in psychical matters.
Surely the masterly treatise of James
Mill, the voluminous expositions of Professor
Bain, and the far more acute and comprehensive
analyses of Herbert Spencer,—all of whom
regard mental phenomena as so necessarily and
essentially springing out of physical conditions,
that very little room is left to insinuate,
even the mildest form of spiritualism between
them—are a sufficient refutation of such assertions
as the above. Is it a truly scientific procedure,
because the old dualistic hypothesis
proved dull, incorrect, and unfruitful, to refuse
the evidence of self-consciousness, and to treat
with contempt all psychological inquiry?
Dr. Maudsley lays great emphasis on the
close connection between the mind and body;
this is, in fact, the foundation-stone of the
whole of his fabric. We fully admit their intimate
union, and their mutual action and reaction
on each other. Nay, more, we can conceive
of mental operations only in conjunction
with some corporeal form; but we nevertheless
refuse to be shut up to the alternative
that all mental phenomena are strictly and absolutely
dependent on physical conditions, and
to set aside all questions respecting the nature
of the mind as wholly futile and transcendental.
Is it not much nearer the truth to regard
the mind as the formative principle, pervading
and adapting the body as its instrument,
to its own nature and requirements?
Again, we fully admit that the author does not
attach too much weight to the statement that
the abnormal phenomena of mind, omitted by
the earlier philosophers, as well as the normal,
should be included in a complete system of
mental analysis, and that both should form a
part of the same inquiry. But this has been
done (and successfully we think), even by
psychologists. Does Dr. Maudsley ignore, or
is he unacquainted with, the labours of Herbart,
Beneke, and J. H. Fichte, which do
ample justice to this department of mind?
Would it not be well for him to take them into
his counsel? We come now to that which is
in some respects the most important part of
the work, viz., where it treats of the well-known
phenomena of reflex action. In dealing
with this subject, Dr. Maudsley's method is to
proceed from the lower nerve-centres to the
higher, and to explain the latter as developments
of the former; to show that in the
highest nervous centres, the hemispherical
ganglia, the organic properties, and the various
processes are essentially the same as in the
lowest, and that in all the different centres of
action there is a simple and necessary change
in response to the external impulses. He sets
out with an examination of the 'purposive'
movements of a decapitated frog, from which
he deduces the conclusion, 'that actions bearing
the semblance of design may be unconscious
and automatic.' After remarking that
faculties are not innate in the case of man to
the same degree and extent as in the lower
animals, and have therefore to be acquired by
education, but that when acquired they become
as purely automatic as the primitive reflex
actions of the frog, he adds another conclusion,
'that acts consciously designed at first,
may, by repetition become unconscious and
automatic, the faculties of them being organized
in the constitution of the nerve-centres,
and they being then performed as reflex effects
of an external stimulus.' Here we expected to
meet with a careful distinction drawn between
automatic, voluntary, and volitional movements,
and a cautious handling of the explanations
and teachings of these facts; but we are
disappointed. Many explanations of them
have been given. According to some, the
second conclusion is an explanation of the
first; the education of the 'sensory and motor
nuclei,' in conjunction with the law of inherited
qualities, may make it conceivable that the
various 'purposive movements' of the decapitated
frog represent the experience of its ancestors
applied to purposes of self-preservation.
Others have ascribed the purposive faculties
to a creative mind, external to the organization,
which chose its own instruments with a view
to its own ends. Others, again, have held that
there is a twofold life of the soul—a pre-conscious
and a conscious; that the pre-conscious
manifests itself not simply in the building up
of the organization, but in all 'instinctive'
action, and in all the involuntary workings of
the intelligence. Lastly, granting that there is
no opposition, but only a distinction in degree
between the conscious and unconscious activities,
is that mode of procedure above all question,
or is it not rather contrary to experience,
to regard the mental changes which respond to
external stimulus as the mere result of an
outer mechanical and necessary influence exerted
upon the soul? Is it not more correct to
consider the mind, by virtue of its original
powers as reacting independently, and that,
too, with purpose and design—not simply
within the province of self-conscious thought,
but also in the unconscious region of our mental
activities? Dr. Maudsley does not even
discuss this question, but with a dogmatism
which equals that of any of the metaphysical
psychologists, he assumes that the only explanation
of the conscious and voluntary is to
be found in the unconscious and involuntary
acts. On page 17, he tells us, 'The highest
functions of the nervous system are those
to which the hemispherical ganglia minister.
These are the functions of intelligence, of
emotion, and of will; they are the strictly
neutral functions. The question at once arises,
whether we have to do in these supreme centres
with fundamentally different properties
and different laws of evolution from those
which belong to the lower nerve-centres? We
have to do with different functions certainly,
but are the organic processes which take place
in them essentially different from, or are they
identical with, those of the lower nerve-centres?
They appear to be essentially the same:
there is a reception of impressions, and there
is a reaction to impressions, and there is a
registration of the effects both of the impressions
and of the reactions to them.' He then
defines on this principle the various mental
operations as follows: 'The impressions which
are made there—i.e., in the higher nervous
centres—are the physiological conditions of
ideas; the feeling of the ideas is emotion, for
I hold emotion to mean the special sensibility
of the vesicular neurine to ideas; the registration
of them is memory; and the reaction to
them is volition. Attention is the maintenance
of the tension of an idea, or a group of
ideas, before the mind; and reflexion is the
successive transference of energy from one to
another of a series of ideas.' Precluded from
assuming the co-operation of mind, and barred
from appealing to self-consciousness, we are at
a loss to understand where he gets these definitions
from. There are things included in
them which physiology alone could never discover.
For all we know, a microscope may
reveal a 'vesicular neurine,' but surely not a
'group of ideas.' But all this is eclipsed by
his interpretation of memory, on pp. 19–20
(space will not allow us to give the passage entire),
where he says: 'A ganglionic centre,
whether of mind, sensation, or movement,
which was without memory, would be an
idiotic centre, incapable of being taught its
functions. In every nerve-cell there is memory,
and not only so, but there is memory in every
organic element of the body. The virus of
the small-pox makes its mark on the constitution
for the rest of life.' 'And so,' he adds,
'is the scar of a cut on a child's finger; the
organic element of the past remembers the
change which it has suffered.' Again, 'the
more sure and perfect memory becomes, the
more unconscious it becomes.' In our opinion,
it would be difficult to find a greater confusion
of ideas than this passage contains. If, as Dr.
Maudsley implies, memory is to be assigned
to any ganglionic centre, whether accompanied
by consciousness or not, then a rose has a
memory of its being budded, an apple-tree of
its being grafted, the earth of its being ploughed—in
fact, every material thing which bears
the impression of any action upon it whereby
its future destiny will be affected, is endowed
with memory. If we accept the statement
that 'the more sure and perfect memory becomes,
the more unconscious it becomes,' then
it seems the more memory we have the less
we remember. In the former statement the
author seems to confound memory as a conscious
act, and the sign by means of which the
conscious act is performed; and in the latter
to give an undue extension to the term memory—viz.,
that we remember all which under certain
circumstances we might recall, but have
really forgotten; and is therefore equal to
potential memory.
These confusions and contradictions establish
the one-sidedness of the method of investigation.
The author has expended all his efforts
on the search for some single force which
would afford adequate explanation of all known
phenomena. He has attempted to account for
the product of two factors by means of one,
and the least important of them. Physiology
tells us that there is a contrivance for the
transmission of impressions from the tips of
the fingers to the brain, and that certain physical
changes ensue, but here physiology comes
to a standstill. Further than this physiological
investigations cannot carry us. There is
an impassable gulf between it and the facts
beyond—the facts of consciousness. Consciousness
knows nothing of the action of the
brain and of the motor nerves. Dr. Maudsley
has tried to bridge the chasm by physiology
alone; in that he has attempted the impossible.
Professor Tyndall, in the Report of the British
Association, says: 'The passage from the
physics of the brain to the corresponding facts
of consciousness is unthinkable. Granted that
a definite thought and the definite molecular
action in the brain occur simultaneously, we
do not possess the intellectual organ, nor apparently
any rudiment of the organ, which
would enable us to pass by a process of reasoning
from the one phenomena to the other. They
appear together, but we know not why.' He
denies that any acquaintance with the action
of the brain can show how 'these physical processes
are connected with the facts of consciousness.'
The dissecting knife, the forceps,
and the microscope can render us no aid here.
In the paper on 'Life or Vitality,' the next
greatest mystery to that of consciousness, we
find the same tendency and attempt to account
for all its phenomena by a combination of
forces, necessary laws, nerves, and muscles.
Here, we are tempted to quote from Huxley's
'Lay Sermons,' page 373; when men 'begin
to talk about there being (or as if there were)
nothing else in the universe but matter and
force and necessary laws, and all the rest of
their "grenadiers," I decline to follow them.'
When treating of the physical causes of insanity,
Dr. Maudsley is always interesting and
instructive, and this work so far will be gladly
accepted as a valuable contribution to the
alleviation of this darkest and most blighting
of human ills.
The Public School Latin Grammar. Longmans,
Green and Co. 1871.
The very appearance of this book is decidedly
unattractive, and we fear that much of its contents
cannot fail to intensify one's first impressions.
It consists of 540 duodecimo pages,
crammed with matter enough to fill two volumes
of the same dimensions. It bears all the
marks of an attempt to put the greatest amount
of information into the smallest possible compass,
and, as a natural consequence, its pages are
over-crowded, and its contents much more dull
and unreadable than even a Latin grammar
need be. From the same cause, we presume, we
have frequently an appalling number of facts
strung together, without the enunciation of any
well-defined connecting principles to guide and
assist the student in retaining and applying
them; and that, too, while professedly aiming, by
systematic arrangement and philosophical definitions,
to bring into active exercise the reflective
faculties. It thus becomes chargeable
with the faults of most of the older grammars,
which burdened the memory without quickening
the intellect. In addition to these general
features of the work, we have noticed that almost
every subject is broken up into divisions,
and subdivisions, which are endless in number
and far from definite in character. They are
enough to frighten the most courageous student
at the outset, and to bewilder him in his
studies. Examples of this are furnished on
almost every page. Take, e.g., pp. 55–6, the
gender of consonant-nouns and clipt I-nouns,
which are divided into three classes, denoted
by A, B, and C. A is again divided into (1),
(2), and (3), and (1) is again subdivided into
(a) α, β, and (b) α, β. B and C also undergo a
similar dissection. Again, the pronouns are divided
into six classes, the sixth being universalia:
the universalia are again subdivided into
five, called—relativa, libitiva, distributiva, inclusiva,
and exclusiva.
The adverbs are, first of all, divided into
nine classes; and the ninth, consisting 'of
various logical adverbs used to modify discourse,'
is further divided into six kinds—the
significative, the concessive, the dubitative, the
corrective, the affirmative, the negative; a division
which, if logically tested, will be found
as faulty as the much-criticised categories of
Aristotle. In fact, if there be as many principles
as there are divisions in this book, the
student may justly conclude that Latin grammar
is as boundless as the ocean. For the
same feature in syntax see the division of simple
sentences on p. 252.
Our readers, if they have had the patience
to follow us thus far, will have observed the
occurrence of many new grammatical terms in
the quotations we have given; which is another
characteristic of this volume. They can be
counted by the dozen, of which the following
will serve as specimens:—Phonology, or sound-lore;
and morphology, which the author renders
word-lore; trajective adjectives, quotientive
adverbs, factitive and static verbs, annexive
relativa, oblique complement, circumstantive
entheses, synesis, &c. The author has
aimed at a revolution rather than a reform.
Novelty, however, should constitute no objection
to a terminology, provided it justifies its
own existence by its superiority over the old.
The advantage of the new terms should be
such as to compensate for the trouble of learning
what they mean. We do not hesitate to
say that in the 'Public School Grammar'
novelty has been carried to excess.
Once more we have observed great irregularity
in the amount of explanation given in different
subjects; disappointing us both by its
abundance and deficiency; e.g., we have the
origin and history of cases explained by the
ordinary diagram, as well as additional explanation;
but there is no explanation of mood,
tense, and conjugation. We are also informed
in a foot-note that the names given by
grammarians to the cases are ill-chosen, but
the meaning of the terms—e.g., of genitive and
accusative, is not interpreted. We turn, accidentally,
to the verbs, and we are told that
possum is from pote-sum, and that pote is from
pati, lord, whence Greek πόσις ποτνία (lord,
lady); that fero is from bhar, Gr. φερ; but of
volo, which comes between, we have no such
explanation. Of this verb the author only
says that vis is for vol-i-s, and vult for vol-i-t,
but he omits to add that vellem and velle are
for vellĕrem and vellĕre. The above we consider
to be some of the main defects of this
work. A grammar brought out under such
auspices as the one before us, cannot fail to
have many excellences. No doubt it meets one
of the great wants of the times—viz., a manual
of convenient size, and easy of reference,
presenting a fuller account of the structure
of the language than the ordinary class-room
grammars, and containing, in a condensed
form, the best results of the linguistic discoveries
of modern philologists. The syntax is
copious, and carefully arranged, and every important
rule is illustrated by a profusion of
well-selected examples, in which the idiomatic
characteristics of Latin are clearly exhibited.
One of the greatest merits of the work is the
vast amount of classical Latinity embodied in
its pages, taken directly from the best classical
authors. The Appendix, treating of 'Latin Orthography,'
Latin 'pronunciation,' Affinities in
the 'Aryan family,' 'Umbrean' and 'Oscar dialects,'
&c., furnishes valuable information to
the advanced student. It is, in fact, a complete
and comprehensive manual containing
the most recent and useful information on all
subjects coming within the province of a Latin
grammar.