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in London, attending Bedford College, early days, “Matt" often figures in the and F. D. Maurice's sermons, much family letters as the worldling of the influenced, like her brothers, by Emer- group—the dear one who is making way son and Carlyle, and at this moment, a in surroundings quite unknown to the fine, restless, immature creature, much Fox How circle, where under the shadow younger than her years in some respects, of the mountains, the sisters, idealists all and much older in others—with eyes of them, looking out a little austerely, fast opening on worlds hitherto un for all their tenderness, on the human suspected in the quiet home life. She scene, are watching with a certain anxiwrites:
ety lest Matt should be “spoiled.” As
Lord Lansdowne's private secretary, I have been in London for several months this year, and I have seen a good deal of
very much liked by his chief, he goes Matt, considering the very different lives among rich and important people, and we lead. I used to breakfast with him some finds himself as a rule much cleverer times, and then his Poems seemed to make than they; above all, able to amuse me know Matt so much better than I had them, so often the surest road to social ever done before. Indeed it was almost like
and other success. Already at Oxford a new Introduction to him. I do not think ‘Matt" had been something of an exthose Poems could be read—quite indepen- quisite-or as Miss Brontë puts it, a dently of their poetical power-without leading one to expect a great deal from Matt;
trifle "foppish”; and in the (manuwithout raising I mean the kind of expecta’ script) Fox How Magazine, to which all tion one has from and for those who have,
the nine contributed, and in which in some way or other, come face to face with
Matthew Arnold's boyish poems may life and asked it, in real earnest, what it still be read, there are many family jests means. I felt there was so much more of this leveled at Matt's high standard in dress practical questioning in Matt's book than and deportment. I was at all prepared for; in fact that it
But how soon the nascent dread lest showed a knowledge of life and conflict which
their poet should be somehow separated was strangely like experience if it was not the from them by the “great world” passes thing itself; and this with all Matt's great power I should not have looked for. I do
from mother and sisters—for ever!
away not yet know the book well, but I think
With every year of his life Matthew that "Mycerinus" struck me most perhaps, Arnold, beside making the sunshine of as illustrating what I have been speaking of. his own married home, became a more
more devoted and And again, to another member of the
brother. It was not possible to “spoil” family:
Matthew Arnold. Meredith's “Comic It is the moral strength, or, at any rate, Spirit” in him, his irrepressible humor, the moral consciousness which struck and would alone have saved him from it. surprised me so much in the poems. I could And as to his relation to “society,” and have been prepared for any degree of poetical
the great ones in it, no one more frankly power, for there being a great deal more
amused himself-within certain very than I could at all appreciate; but there is something altogether different from this,
definite limits with the "cakes and ale" something which such a man as Clough has,
of life, and no one held more lightly to for instance, which I did not expect to find
them. He never denied—none but the in Matt; but it is there. Of course when I foolish ever do deny—the immense perspeak of his Poems I only speak of the im sonal opportunities and advantages of pression received from those I understand. an aristocratic class, wherever it exists. Some are perfect riddles to me, such as that to the Child at Douglas, which is surely without imagination can fail to be con
He was quite conscious—none but those more poetical than true.
scious of the glamour of long descent Strangely like experience! The words and great affairs. But he laughed at the are an interesting proof of the difficulty“Barbarians," the materialized or stupid we all have in seeing with accuracy the holders of power and place, and their persons and things which are nearest to “fortified posts,” i.e. the country
The astonishment of the sisters houses, just as he laughed at the Philisfor the same feeling is expressed by Mrs. tines and Mr. Bottles; when he preached Forster—was very natural. In these a sermon in later life, it was on enan
der's motto—“Choose Equality”; and still-faced white-robed babies whom their he and Clough-the Republican-were nurses carry up and down on the gravel not really far apart.
court where it skirts the green. And from On the eagerness with which Matthew
the square and the neighboring streets Arnold followed the revolutionary spec
through the open door whereat the civil
porter moves to and fro, come the sounds tacle of '48, an unpublished letter writ
of vehicles and men, in all gradations, some ten--piquantly enough!—from Lans
from near and some from far, but mellowed downe House itself, on February 28th, by the time they reach this backstanding in that famous year, to my father in New lordly mansion. Zealand, throws a vivid light. One feels But above all cries comes one whereat the artist in the writer! First, the quiet every stone in this and other lordly mansions of the great house and courtyard, the may totter and quake for fear: flower-pricked grass, the “still-faced
“Se babies”: then the sudden clash of the
ond Edition of the Morn
a ... test news from street-cries! Your uncle's description ing Herald-I
Paris:-arrival of the King of the French!" of this house," writes the present Lord Lansdowne, in 1910, "might almost have I have gone out and bought the said porbeen written yesterday, instead of in tentous Herald, and send it herewith, that 1848. Little is changed, Romulus and you may read and know. As the human Remus and the she-wolf are still on the race forever stumbles up its great steps, so top of the book-case, and the clock is still it is now. You remember the Reform Banhard by; but the picture of the Jewish quets (in Paris) last summer?-well!-the Exiles... has been given to a local School
diners omitted the king's health, and abused of Art in Wiltshire! The green lawn re
Guizot's majority as corrupt and servile: the
majority and the king grew excited; the mains, but I am afraid the crocuses, Government forbade the Banquets to conwhich I can remember as a child, no tinue. The king met the Chamber with the longer come up through the turf. And
words “passions aveugles” to characterize lastly one of the “still-faced babies”” the dispositions of the Banqueters: and Gui(i.e. Lord Lansdowne himself) "is still zot grandly declared against the spirit of Revoften to be seen in the gravel court! He
olution allover the world. His practice suited was three years old when the letter was
his words, or seemed to suit it, for both written.”
in Switzerland and Italy, the French GovHere then is the letter:
ernment incurred the charge of siding against
the Liberals. Add to this the corruption Lansdowne House, cases you remember, the Praslin murder, and
Feb. 8, 1848. later events, which powerfully stimulated MY DEAREST Tom,- . . . Here I sit, op the disgust (moral indignation that People posite a marble group of Romulus and Remus does not feel!) entertained by the lower and the wolf; the two children fighting like against the governing class. mad, and the limp-uddered she-wolf affec Then Thiers, seeing the breeze rising, and tionately snarling at the little demons strug- hoping to use it, made most telling speeches gling on her back. Above it is a great pict in the debate on the Address, clearly definure, Rembrandt's “Jewish Exiles,” which ing the crisis as a question between revoluwould do for Consuelo and Albert resting in tion and counter-revolution, and declaring one of their wanderings, worn out upon a enthusiastically for the former. Lamartine wild stony heath sloping to the Baltic-she and others, the sentimental and the plain leaning over her two children who sleep in honest, were very damaging on the same side. their torn rags at her feet. Behind me a most The Government were harsh-abrupt-almusical clock, marking now 24 Minutes past most scornful. They would not yieldI P.M. On my left two great windows looking would not permit banquets: would give no out on the court in front of the house, Reform till they chose. Guizot spoke (alone through one of which, slightly opened, comes in the Chamber I think) to this effect. With in gushes the soft damp breath, with a tone decreasing Majorities the Government carof spring-life in it, which the close of an ried the different clauses of the address, English February sometimes brings-so dif amidst furious scenes; opposition members ferent from a November mildness. The crying that they were worse than Polignac. green lawn which occupies nearly half the It was resolved to hold an Opposition bancourt is studded over with crocuses of all quet in Paris in spite of the Government, colors-growing out of the grass, for there last Tuesday, the 22nd. In the week between are no flower beds; delightful for the large the close of the debate and this day there
was a profound uneasy excitement, but noth first of all, is an amusing reference, dated ing I think to appall the rulers. They had 1849, to Keble, then the idol of every the fortifications: all kinds of stores; and well-disposed Anglican household :100,000 troops of the line. To be quite secure, however, they determined to take a I dined last night with a Mr. Grove, a formal !egal objection to the banquet at celebrated man of science: his wife is pretty the doors; but not to prevent the procession and agreeable, but not on a first interview. thereto. On that the Opposition published The husband and I agree wonderfully in some a proclamation inviting the National Guard, points. He is a bad sleeper, and hardly ever who sympathized, to form part of the proces free from headache, he equally dislikes and sion in uniform. Then the Government for disapproves of modern existence and the bade the meeting altogether-absolutely state of excitement in which everybody lives: and the Opposition resigned themselves to and he sighs after a paternal despotism and try the case in a Court of Law.
the calm existence of a Russian or Asiatic. So did not the people!
He showed me a picture of Faraday, which is They gathered all over Paris: the National wonderfully fine: I am almost inclined to Guard, whom Ministers did not trust, were get it: it has a curious likeness to Keble, not called out: the Line checked and dis only with a calm, earnest look unlike the persed the mob on all points. But next day latter's Flibbertigibbet, fanatical, twinkthe mob were there again: the Ministers in ling expression. a constitutional fright called out the National Guard: a body of these hard by the Opera
Did ever anybody apply such adjectives refused to clear the street: they joined the to John Keble before! Yet if
one people. Troops were brought up: the Mob will look carefully at the engraving of and the Nat. Guard refused to give them Keble so often seen in quiet parsonages, passage down the Rue Le Pelletier which they will understand, I think, exactly, they occupied: after a moment's hesitation, what Matthew Arnold meant. they were marched on along the Boulevard. This settled the matter! Everywhere the
In 1850 great changes came upon the National Guard fraternized with the people: Arnold family. The “Doctor's” three the troops stood indifferent. The King dis
elder children-Jane, Matthew, and my missed the Ministers: he sent for Molé;
father-married in that year, and a host a shade better: not enough: he sent for
of new interests sprang up for every Thiers-a
a pause; this was several shades member of the Fox How circle. better-still not enough: meanwhile the The following year the brothers met crowd continued, and attacks on different again; and there followed, almost imposts, with slight bloodshed, increased the
mediately, my uncle's election to the excitement: finally the King abdicated in
Poetry Professorship at Oxford. He favor of the Count of Paris, and fled. The Count of Paris was taken by his mother to
writes, in answer to my father's conthe Chamber—the people broke in; too
gratulations: late--not enough:-a republic-an appeal to
Hampton, the people. The royal family escaped to all
May 15, 1857 parts, Belgium, Eu, England: a Provisional MY DEAR TOM,—My thoughts have often Government named.
turned to you during my canvass for the You will see how they stand: they have
Professorship—and they have turned to you adopted the last measures of Revolution. more than ever during the last few days News has just come that the National Guard
which I have been spending at Oxford. You have declared against a Republic, and that a
alone of my brothers are associated with that collision is inevitable.
life at Oxford, the freest and most delightful If possible I will write by the next mail,
part, perhaps, of my life, when with you and send you a later paper than the Herald
and Clough and Walrond I shook off all the by this mail.
bonds and formalities of the place, and enYour truly affectionate, dearest Tom,
joyed the spring of life and that unforgotten M. Arnold. Oxfordshire and Berkshire country:
remember a poem of mine called “The To this, let me add here two or three
Scholar Gipsy”? It was meant to fix the other letters or fragments, all unpub- remembrance of those delightful wanderings lished, which I find among the papers of ours in the Cumner hills before they were from which I have been drawing, ending, quite effaced—and as such, Clough and Walfor the present, with the jubilant letter
Afterwards Sir William Grove, F.R.S., author describing his election to the Poetry
of the famous essay on 'The Correlation of PhysProfessorship at Oxford, in 1857. Here, ical Forces.'
rond accepted it, and it has had much people could have foreseen in 1857, let success at Oxford, I am told, as was perhaps me quote a few more sentences:likely from its couleur locale. I am hardly ever at Oxford now, but the sentiment of the Keble voted for me after all. He told the place is overpowering to me when I have Coleridges , he was so much pleased with leisure to feel it, and can shake off the in my letter (to the electors) that he could not terruptions which it is not so easy to shake refrain. . . . I had support from all sides. off now as it was when we were young. But
Archdeacon Denison voted for me, also Sir on Tuesday afternoon I smuggled myself John Yarde Buller, and Henley, of the high away, and got up into one of our old coombs Tory party. It was an immense victoryamong the Cumner hills, and into a field some 200 more voted than have ever, it is waving deep with cowslips and grasses, and said, voted in a Professorship election before. gathered such a bunch as you and I used It is a great lesson to Christchurch, which to gather in the cowslip field on Lutterworth was rather disposed to imagine it could carry road long years ago.
everything by its great numbers. You dear old boy, I love your congratula Good-by
dearest mother. .. I have tions although I see and hear so little of you, just been up to see the three dear little and, alas! can see and hear but so little of brown heads on their pillows, all asleep. you. I was supported by people of all opin ... My affectionate thanks to Mrs. Wordsions, the
worth and Mrs. Fletcher for their kind inthe affectionate interest felt in papa's mem
terest in my success. ory. I think it probable that I shall lecture in English: there is no direction whatever It is pleasant to think of Wordsworth's in the Statute as to the language in which widow, in her “old age serene and the lectures shall be: and the Latin has so bright,” and of Scott's old friend, Mrs. died out, even among scholars, that it seems Fletcher, watching and rejoicing in the idle to entomb a lecture which, in English, first triumphs of the younger poet. might be stimulating and interesting.
So the ten years of approach and atAs a child of fourteen I first made tack—in the intellectual sense came to acquaintance with Oxford, while my an end, and the ten central years of uncle was still Professor. I remem mastery and success began. Towards ber well. some of his lectures, the the end of that time, as a girl of sixteen crowded lecture-hall, the manner and I became a resident in Oxford. Up to personality of the speaker, and my then Ruskin—the Stones of Venice, and own shy pride in him--from a great certain chapters in Modern Paintersdistance. For I was a self-conscious, had been my chief intellectual passion in bookish child, and my days of real a childhood and first youth that cut but friendship with him were still far a very poor figure, as I look back upon ahead. But during the years that fol- them, beside the “wonderful children lowed, the ten years that he held his of this generation! But it must have professorship, what a spell he wielded been about 1868 that I first read Essays over Oxford, and literary England in in Criticism. It is not too much to say general! Looking back one sees how that the book set for me the currents of the first series of Essays in Criticism, the life; its effect heightened, no doubt, by Lectures on Celtic Literature, or on the sense of kinship: Above all it deTranslating Homer, Culture and Anar- termined in me as in many others, an chy and the rest, were all the time enduring love of France and of French working on English taste and feeling, literature, which played the part of whether through sympathy or antag schoolmaster to a crude youth. I owe onism; so that after those ten years, this to my uncle, and it was a priceless 1857-1867, the intellectual life of the boon. If he had only lived a little country had absorbed for good and all longer-if he had not died so soon after an influence, and a stimulus, which had I had really begun to know him-how set it moving on new paths to new ends. many debts to him would have been With these thoughts in mind, supplying confessed, how many things said, which, a comment on the letter which few after all, were never said!
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
9 BY EDWINA STANTON BABCOCK > N Cobble Island the to buy one of them Liberty loans?
mother birds bring That letter's asking you to (they don't home young snakes to never tell us how they spend all that their nestlings; the ap- money).” She pushed a small wooden ple blossoms
box at him. “And here's your anti-fat Demo) large as pink bassinets, large as pink bassinets, consignment. Now why don't you sell
Mat Lemmons some of that?” cow on the grass is almost as refreshing The drug clerk, arms full of mail matas the shadow of a mountain on ter, edged away from these familiar lake.
probings; detecting their ironical flavor, Indeed, everything on Cobble Island he paused at the door, remarking: is so large and generous that one big "I don't say it's my place to do nothwoman like Mat Lemmons might have ing about it. I don't want to quarrel gone unnoticed but for provincial preju- with nobody, but some one ought to dice. Critics accustomed to veiling speak to her; she might help herself. their ironical appreciations might have I tell you,” the drug clerk argued, solcompared her to a Titanic queen or emnly, “it ain't mawdest for any woman Cumean sibyl and let it go at that—but to go around lookin' like that. Do you on Cobble Island irony does not take the ever see 'em like that in the fashiontrouble to go thus veiled.
papers ? No, you don't. Why? BeThe postmistress, aquiline eye-glasses cause it ain't refined!” set in a sour glimmer, complained, “The The summer boarders who took their floor creaks whenever that woman sets meals at Mat's little house in the dip in foot in the door, and I've watched her the field also objected to her heroic procomin' down the hill with the wind blow- portions. Mat, they said, was “gross.' in' her skirts out, lookin' that coarse!" They-stale from Dervish luncheons,
The drug clerk, leaning at the little Yogi dinners, and all forms of faddy delivery-window of the combined gro starvations—referred with anxiety to cery-store and post-office, squeezed his war populations reduced to bread-cards, magenta necktie with a heavily ringed but insisted that they themselves were hand; turning to survey the result in accustomed to consume only an orange, the little mirror fixed in a slot-machine, a glass of milk, and a slice of denatured he ostentatiously filched a cocoanut bread a day; hence their own smooth cake from a stale-looking boxful, re and even thinness. marking as he ate it:
But while the summer boarders and “Somebody ought to speak to her. the postmistress were restrained in their It ain't mawdest for a woman to be as criticisms, not so the other inhabitants stout as that; it's cawmic, that's what of Cobble Island. In the few farms from it is. Now you take these here movin' which the little lonely paths ran across pictures—ain't you noticed how, when the fields to the one road the big woman they want anything should be cawmic, was the summer and winter joke. they always have a fat lady actin' ridicu “I went into Mat's to-day-well, ain't lous?"
she peculiar? She was settin' by her The postmistress, with a conscious ad- kitchen stove with a lot of old teapots justment of her own tight and niggard and such truck set out on the table. It waistband, shoved his letters through seems the summer people has stuffed her the little window.
full of notions about anything that's “Here's your mother has wrote you bygone, and-well, it was real comical again. She ain't sick, is she? You going to see her fingering an old cracked sugar