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worthless, uninteresting; but such read- fluenced by moonlight or by starlight, by ers can, unhappily, find a sufficiency of mountain or by sea. the work that they can after their fashion A predecessor of Mr. Shorthouse, in understand and enjoy.
the field, however, of the philosophical Diderot tells us a little apologue. It novel, rather than romance, is George seems that a cuckoo and a nightingale Eliot. Her art, in its later development, once referred the question of the rival became subject to the cold constriction of merits of their singing to an ass. Of the her joyless and astringent theories; her nightingale's song the ass remarked, with creations lost in spontaneity; and her grave disgust, “I don't understand a word humor thickened into often cumbrous of it; it strikes me as being bizarre, inco. raillery. Her art is really great, her herent, confused; but be (the cuckoo) is thought is really wise, chiefly when both more methodic, and I'm all for method." act in freedom from the restrictions of her The ass, of course, decided wholly in laming doctrines, which robbed human favor of the cuckoo. The readers that we life and effort of the comfort and the imare now considering can find and can pre- pulse and the nobleness of the divine. fer many a cuckoo-like piece of manufac- Her leading theory of pagan Nemesis exture, repeating mechanically a few well- cluded all idea of divine pity, love, or forworn notes; but Mr. Shorthouse's song giveness, and left human life the passive will be to such judges a distracting and victim of a blind and ruthless scientific repellent nightingale song — “bizarre, in- fate. Both George Eliot and Mr. Shortcoherent, confused.”
house have written works in which art is It will be worth while to devote a few the handmaiden of philosophy, but there words to the relation of a new great writer is no real affinity between these writers. to his peers in literature. A parallel must Any superficial similarity is likeness not be pushed too far, as then it would through unlikeness. They aim at very cease to be a parallel, and would tend to different objects. The one is cramped become an identity; but it may be fairly by science; if the other fails it is in hitargued that the writer whom Mr. Short. ting an art-target which is placed so very house, in aim and tone, most nearly re- high. “He shoots higher that threatens sembles, is Hawthorne. By both writers the moon, than he that aims at a tree,” events and occurrences are used in nice says George Herbert. It is noticeable dependence on essence of character or that there is in “ John Inglesant" no hint condition of soul. Of Hawthorne, Mr. of humor, no suggestion of satire ; but Shorthouse says, “ It is only with diffi- then humor or satire would be as much culty that we perceive how absolutely out of place in “ John Inglesant” as they every character, nay, every word and line, would be in “ Laodamia.”
The sweet, is subordinated to the philosophical idea grave, tender flow of Mr. Shorthouse's of the book.” To this extent there is a narrative would receive a jar from a touch parallel to be drawn between Hawthorne of dro!lery, and his graceful earnestness and Mr. Shorthouse; and the work of is incapable of the savagery of sarcasm. Hawthorne which should more especially A soft and brooding sadness hangs over be subjected to critical examination for the tone of the whole story, like tender the purpose of investigating this qualified shadows on pure sunlit snow. The sorrows resemblance is “Transformation,” the of the soul are rarely soothed by laughter; grave, fantastic romance of Monte Beni. and Mr. Shorthouse wants to depict only The minds of the two authors are sym- so much of human life as may subserve pathetic, though their gifts and powers his main philosophical purpose. The are sufficiently diverse. Every sensitive grotesque would be absolute destruction artist of culture is undoubtedly influenced, to his ethereal aim and delicate style, to some extent, by other similar artists of When the rapt Ferdinand and Miranda, originality and of mark; but in such in audience fit though few, witness the fluence there is nothing mean or slavish, masque summoned up for their delight by as there is nothing abject in being in the magic art of Prospero, they exclaim,
“ This is a most majestic vision ; ” and but Esmond was too virile to remain per. though, like an insubstantial pageant manently in subjection to any Jesuit; faded, the exquisite vision leaves not a while the weaker and more docile John wrack behind, yet, when the airy figures Inglesant voluntarily abnegated bis will, bave spoken, moved, and vanished, the and accepted an almost lifelong yoke. charmed imaginations of the young lovers
We call ourselves free agents; was this of the enchanted isle retain a deep im
slight, delicate boy a free agent, with a mind press in memory of the graceful drama and spirit so susceptible that the least breath which existed only in their magically in affected them ; around whom the throng of fluenced fancy. And so we, readers and natural contention was about to close; on not spectators, feel, as the music of “ John whom the intrigue of a great religious party Ioglesant" dies out of the listening air, was about to seize, involving him in a whirlthat our memories will be haunted for pool and rapid current of party strife and reevermore by the cuoning vision and by ligious rancor ? the witching strain. The music lives in
The Jesuit soon acquired complete as. long reverberating echo: the pageant cendancy and unlimited influence over the exists still in spellbound memory. There ardent, enthusiastic boy. A priest lends is a wrack left behind by such glorious Inglesant “The Flaming Heart; or, The phantasies. The opening of the book Life of Sta. Teresa,” which half attracts strikes its fine miner keynote finely. The and half repels the inquiring and metachild is father of the man, and the lonely physical youth. Doubts and “obstinate boyhood and first youth of John Inglesant questionings ” begin to arise in the young are a fitting preparation for the days and but already perplexed mind. He asks actions of his manhood. His boyhood at advice and seeks help from all available Westacre is surrounded by all sweet
sources, and lives in a half-superstitious influences of nature, by country quiet, by dream of the supernatural life. Then St. solitary leisure, by fields and woods, by Clare, who, for political reasons, has withclouds and stars, by
held Inglesant from joining the Church The silence that is in the starry sky, of Rome, begins to use the tool that he
The sleep that is among the lonely hills. has sharpened. “Death -- nay, the bitThoughtful, imaginative, sensitive, intro- terest torture would be nothing to him spective, impressionable, the boy grows [Inglesant) if only he could win this man's up, ripens, and develops. The father of approval, and be not only true, but sucJobo Ioglesant resembles in some degree cessful, in his trust.” We pity the sus. the father of Edward Waverley; but in. ceptible, tender boy, whose very nobleglesant has a twin brother, Eustace, and ness and fineness are being warped to the boys are, while boys, singularly alike; ignoble ends, as he and Father St. Clare though their different characters and di. ride up together to London; before John verging paths in life destroyed, in later Inglesant commences the life of qeeen's years, the once close resemblance. From page and Jesuit instrument, and becomes one of his teachers John Inglesant "im- the page of Henrietta Maria, and the ser. bibed the mysterious Platonic philos. vant of Father St. Clare. Inglesant enophy:" Eagerly receptive, the lad drew tered London in August, 1637. And now, teaching from all sources, and, in his for the young, country-bred lad the quiet, dreamy solitude, pondered all things in contemplative, speculative life of dreamhis heart.
ing youth has ceased, and John is When John was fourteen one of the launched upon the great, strong current most determinant events of his life oc- of a fierce crisis in history. Real life and curred. He became acquainted with Mr. stormy action drown for a time the still, Hall, or Father Sancta Clara, a Jesuit small voice of introspective thought and emissary busy in England in pushing the metaphysical dreaming. The passionate interests of his Church and of his society. searning for the face of God; the longing lo Thackeray's novel, Esmond was, at for the beatific vision; the intense strivfirst, strongly influenced by Father Holt, ling after truth, are disturbed by the
splendors, the showy cavaliers and lovely rode into Jerusalem, besides hundreds which, ladies, the many high and beautiful things for common decency, no man in any case seen by young eyes at court. And yet would so much as name. To look on these, I !he exquisite fitness of Inglesant for an say, on one side, and on the other to see those instrument of Jesuit use is only further frightful and intolerable cruelties, so detestable developed. But John Inglesant, true to have been tormented by this holy and pure
that they cannot be named, by which thousands the keynote of his essential nature, grows Church, has something about it so grotesque weary of pomp and pleasure, and longs and fantastic that it seems to me sometimes again for retirement and for wanderings more like some masque or dance of satyrs or in the secret paths of thought. He steals devils than the followers of our Saviour Christ aside to the “
peace unspeakable ” of the quiet, religious life of Little Gidding; and Speaking of the Society of Gesù, Mr. meets there that noble Mary Collet, who Hobbes adds, “What they seek is influ. is to be the young man's first love. He ence over the minds of men: to gain this woods her through religion, he loves her they will allow every vice of which man is in mystic ecstacy. There is between the capable.” Had Inglesant joined the twain more spiritual affinity than healthy Church, he would have become an obscure human passion; and yet both are fair, are priest, of no use to St. Clare, who wanted noble - and are young. Their love was a bis pupil for the sore strain of deadly danshy romance which seemed to reveal the ger. Many causes tended to lessen the infinite.
eagerness in the pliant and wavering mind In 1639, Inglesant, acting, as he always of Inglesant towards divine things, when did, under the direction of the Jesuit, the great Civil War broke out, and the ocpurchased the place of one of the esquires casion for which the Jesuit needed his of the body to the king. He had just lost finely trained instrument was fast aphis father. The Jesuit more and more proaching. dissuaded Inglesant from joining the The able Jesuit says, in one of his bet. Church of Rome; and even infused into ter moods," nothing but the infinite pity the mind of his pupil as large an element is sufficient for the infinite pathos of of rational inquiry as Inglesant could bear human life; " and that infinite pathos is without a shock to his religious sense. soon to occur in the lives of Inglesant, Inglesant began to unite a certain activity of Strafford, and of Laud. of thought with reverence for religion, and Strafford is impeached, condemned, exwith entire submission to his spiritual ecuted; and the miserable weakness of director; but while acquiring obedience the craven king is made manisest to all he lost something of instinctive, happy, men. Two nights after the execution of trustful faith, and his tone of soul became Strafford, the palace of Whitehall is unimperceptibly lowered.
der the sole command of Mr. Esquire The king, at this stage of the story, ap. Inglesant. In answer to the challenge of pears always as a picturesque and stately the yeoman of the guard, “a voice, calm figure, graceful and touching in the and haughty, which sent a tremor through “splendor and the pathos” of Van Dyck's every nerve, gave back the word “ Christ!” glorious art. St. Clare is always pictured and the terrible apparition of Strafford as a patient, powerful influence, acting the man himself in dress, mien, step-in to the ultimate ruin of his clients -as a his very babit as he lived – drew back motor behind the events which he at the hanging of the privy chamber and dis. tempts to instigate and seeks to control. appeared from the astonished guards to England was no field for Jesuit intrigue appear to the terrified king. This episode and rule. St. Clare even introduces In. of the apparition of Strafford is told with glesant to Mr. Hobbes, that human prob. few touches but with a master's power. lem in philosophy, whose conversation Very finely does Mr. Shortlouse de. produces a fresh fluctuation in the mobile scribe the last short time of revel and of mind of the theological cavalier. Mr. gaiety of the court of Charles at Oxford. Hobbes tells him :
With a certain fitness of things, Joho and There seems to me something frightfully the brothers Antipholus in the “Comedy
Eustace Inglesant play before ihe court grotesque about the Romish Church as a re: of Errors." The Inglesants were still ality, showing us on the one side a mass of held to be exactly alike, and on the stage fooleries and ridiculous conceits and practices, at which, but for the use of them, all men must they must have seemed so; but we find a needs stand amazed ; such rabble of impossible great and growing moral and mental dif. relics — the hay that was in the manger, and ference between the brothers. Eustace more than one tail of the ass on which Christ is worldly, a gay and even somewhat liber. tine gallant; John a combination of cour- of Parliamentarians; but, at the risk of tier and of monk. In love with Mary alienating his own best supporters, the Collet, with a nature to which self-restraint king is intriguing with the Papists for a was easy, John loglesant was pure in his contingent of ten thousand men from Ire. life, and kept bimself unspotted from land. Brave Lord Biron, a gallant Royalvices, or even levities. With a soul which ist, says, “ Ten thousand Irish Papists strove toward a holy life, but which yet and murderers in England, Mr. Ingle. was so full of so great weakness, Ingle. sant, is not what I should like to see." sant has no sensual sins of youth. 1o.
In order to realize how repulsive such a prodeed, young,
in years, he is scarcely | ceeding as this would appear to the whole youthful; and he would, perhaps, be some- English nation, it is necessary to recollect the what nearer to our humanity if he had a repeated professions of attachment to Protes. touch of occasional thoughtless frailty. tantism on the part of the King, and of his
Eustace contracts his ill-omened mar- determination to repress Popery; the intense riage of interest with the eccentric Lady hatred of Popery on the part of the Puritan Cardiff. A soldier only by accident, John party, and of most of the Church people; and Ioglesapt is yet engaged, fighting, of the horror caused in all classes by the barbari
ties of the Irish massacre. course, on the Royalist side, at Edgehill, at Cropredy Bridge (where he receives a For such work secret agents only could wound in the head by a sword-cut), and be employed; agents who could be repuafterwards at Naseby; but martial hero. diated and sacrificed if the nefarious plan ism is not a strong point in his dreamy should fail. Glamorgan had his reasons character. “ He had the restless outlook as a Catholic; John Inglesant is actuated of the artistic nature, its tenderness and only by blind obedience to the Jesuit susceptibility, its quick apprehension of cause and to St. Clare. His loyalty to unseen danger, its craving for affection, Charles meant disloyalty to his country; its sensitiveness to wrong." By no means his devotion to Jesuitism meant foul wanting in courage, he had not the talent treachery to abstract truth and right; but or the gifts of the captain ; and was as Inglesant never hesitated. Mary Collet little of a warrior as was Falkland hiinself. reminds him of what he owes to another,
Inglesant, by the Jesuit's order, is pres. “ to one who knew you before this Jesuit;" ent, on the very scaffold itself, when Laud but she pleads in vain. suffered. Afterwards, he again sought “ Then if I fall into the hands of the peace in the retirement of Little Gidding; Parliament,” Inglesant said to Hall, "my but while engaged with the family and connection with the king will be repudi.. Mary Collet at evening prayer, he saw, ated ?” “standing in the dark shadow under the If the necessities of the State demand window, the messenger of the Jesuit, it, all knowledge of this affair will be de. whom he knew. He got up quietly and nied by the king,” replies the Jesuit. The went out. From his marriage feast, nay, eyes of each must have been meaningly from the table of the Lord, he would have and steadfastly fixed upon the other dur got up all the same had that summonsing the speaking of this question and come to him."
The short letter of the Jesuit ran: “ The Inglesant receives a secret letter of time for which we have waited is come. written instructions in the king's own The service which you and none other hand. Charles says later, with a feeble, can perform, and which I have always irritated consciousness of his own baseforeseen for you, is waiting to be accom- ness, when the plot has failed, to St. Clare, plished. I depend on you.”
“No; there is no fear of John Inglesant, The service required of Inglesant is, I believe you. There is no fear that any indeed, a dark and dangerous one. Mr. man will betray his friends and be false Shorthouse has here made able use of to his order, and to his plighted word, one of the obscure passages in the history except the king ! — except the king !” of Charles I. He has selected a transac. The plot sails; the Irish do not come, tion which exemplifies the profound per. and Chester is surrendered. The king fidy and callous cruelty of the king; and repudiates his agents, and Inglesant de. which illustrates in the strongest way the nies that the king's letter is the king's. result of Jesuit training on Inglesant. The position of the faithful emissary be
It is the time at which the frightful comes truly terrible. The Council itself, massacre, by the Irish, of English, and of the Tower, and the dread of approaching Protestants, had awakened the hatred and death cannot shake the fidelity of the the indignation both of Royalists and Jesuit-bred gentleman; but when Presby.
terian minister and Catholic priest both | Yes; but across that calm desire comes condemn his conduct, and refuse him abso the fierce thirst for vengeance on the aslution, then the terrors of death, without sassin. Laertes could be revenged "most the sacrament and without sacerdotal sup- thoroughly" for his father; but finer port, gather darkly round a sorely troubled Hamlet was unfit for the stern task of mind. The author never depicts his hero vengeance, and, in spite of supernatural as moved by conscience. The Jesuit has incitements, could let go by the important developed in John Inglesant some quality acting of the ghost's dread commands; which takes the place of conscience; but and John Inglesant will never, we feel, the Jesuit has also created in him a firm take vengeance upon his brother's murness which will not blench before death. derer. Fate, or accident, will interfere to The morning of execution arrives, and save the gentle avenger from the deeds Inglesant is about to die with a lie in his which were too strong for his soft nature. mouth. On a high scaffold at Charing It is recorded of John Inglesant, at this Cross, Colonel Eustace Powell, dying by time, that it is “doubtful whether, except lot for having broken parole, passes out perhaps once or twice in College Chapel, of life amid the prayers and tears of the he had ever read a chapter of the Bible to spectators; but when Inglesant mounts himself in his life. Certainly he never the same scaffold, the justly indigoant possessed a Bible himself; of its contents, people receive him with a terrible roar of excepting those portions which are read execration.. The scene must have been in church, and ihose contained in the indeed awful for the desperate chief actor Prayer-Book, he was profoundly ignorant, in it. Inglesant is saved. “ You stood It was not included in the course of that very well. I would rather mount the studies set him by the Jesuit." He was deadliest breach than face such a sight as "ignorant of doctrine and dogma of althat,” says the officer to the rescued man, most every kind ;” but he felt a strong who, with reeling brain and dizzy senses, "attraction to the person of the Saviour." is conducted back to the Tower.
Going to Italy, he will there, surely, beSmall wonder that the man who, with come a member of the Church of Rome? the headsman by his side, had faced that Passing through Paris, chance leads him raging mob, should have mind and brain to the death-bed of Mary Collet, whose so affected that he never afterwards “beautiful eyes were about to close for. wholly recovered the shock.
ever on the things of love and earth and After the death of Charles, Inglesant time. Holding his hand, the dying girl had but little tie to England; but, before said, “And that mission to the Papist he quits his native shores, he has to un- murderers, Johnny - you did not wish to dergo the loss of his brother Eustace, bring them into England of your own acmurdered miserably by one Montalti, an cord, but only as a plot of the Jesuits ? Italian hanger-on of Eustace's wife, once Surely you were but the servant of one Lady Cardiff.
whom you could not discover." On that ill-omened ride to Oulton, a “Will you serve your Heavenly Master fatalist would have seen the hand of des- as well as you have served your king?” tiny in the seeming accident of the cast. Then love follows brotherhood to the uning of a horse's shoe. John Inglesant discovered country; and John Inglesant saw "ghostly phantoms of his disordered stands alone – alone with the yearning brain.'s He was suffering from a “ weari. for faith, and with the desire for ven. ness and dullness of sense, the result, no geance. doubt, of fatigue acting upon his only There is but little pathos in the emotion partially recovered health. As he rode of bereavement which follows his great on his brain became more and more con- loss. The “ethereally bodied " Inglesant fused, so that for moments together he is not capable of the passion of love in all was almost unconscious, and only by an its noble strength and mighty fulness. effort regained his sense of passing we find him next trying, in vain, to gain events.” Arrived at the inn, the assured faith in revelation, and a right white hearthstone — his hair and clothes guide to the conduct of his life from steeped in blood — lay Eustace Inglesant, Father de Cressy, a convert to the Church the Italian's stiletto still in bis heart." of Rome. Every fluctuation in his mind
And so John Inglesant stands alone in or soul, whether intellectual or spiritual, the world. The sacred tie of kinship to a whether of opinion, or of struggle towards much-loved brother is bloodily severed, the light, is amply indicated for us by our and he has no other relative. Henceforth most subtle guide and author., ítaly ! he will live solely for things spiritual. | Inglesant has left the stern porth, in