Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's redAnd what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead. I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes; Yet one thing, one in my soul's full scope, Either I missed or itself missed me : And I want and find you, Evelyn Hope! What is the issue? let us see! I loved you, Evelyn, all the while. My heart seemed full as it could hold? There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush-I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand! (From Dramatic Lyrics.) An Epistle-containing the Strange Medical Ex- Back and rejoin its source before the term, And aptest in contrivance (under God) To baffle it by deftly stopping such : The vagrant Scholar to his Sage at home Sends greeting (health and knowledge, fame with peace) (But fitter, pounded fine, for charms than drugs) And writeth now the twenty-second time. My journeyings were brought to Jericho : I have shed sweat enough, left flesh and bone Runs till he drops down dead. Thou laughest here! A viscid choler is observable In tertians, I was nearly bold to say; And falling-sickness hath a happier cure Take five and drop them. . . but who knows his mind, His service payeth me a sublimate Gather what most deserves, and give thee all- Yet stay my Syrian blinketh gratefully, Suppose I write what harms not, though he steal? For, be it this town's barrenness-or else In the great press of novelty at hand 'Tis but a case of mania-subinduced Of trance prolonged unduly some three days Left the man whole and sound in body indeed,- So plainly at that vantage, as it were, The just-returned and new-established soul As saffron tingeth flesh, blood, bones and all! For see, how he takes up the after-life. The man-it is one Lazarus a Jew, Sanguine, proportioned, fifty years of age, The body's habit wholly laudable, As much, indeed, beyond the common health The value in proportion of all things, And of the passing of a mule with gourds- He caught prodigious import, whole results: Should his child sicken unto death,-why, look While a word, gesture, glance from that same child Looked at us (dost thou mind?) when, being young, Some charm's beginning, from that book of his, All into stars, as suns grown old are wont. And not along, this black thread through the blaze- His sage that bade him 'Rise,' and he did rise. In sedulous recurrence to his trade 'Sayeth, he will wait patient to the last For that same death which must restore his being Divorced even now by premature full growth: So long as God please, and just how God please. I probed the sore as thy disciple should: Contrariwise, he loves both old and young, In a master's workshop, loving what they make. And happed to hear the land's practitioners Its cause and cure-and I must hold my peace! Thou wilt object-Why have I not ere this And creed prodigious as described to me. His death, which happened when the earthquake fell (Prefiguring, as soon appeared, the loss To occult learning in our lord the sage Was wrought by the mad people—that's their wont ! To his tried virtue, for miraculous help How could he stop the earthquake? That's their way! But take one, though I loathe to give it thee, Is stark mad; should we count on what he says? That came and dwelt in flesh on it awhile! Who saith-but why all this of what he saith? Thy pardon for this long and tedious case, And awe indeed this man has touched me with. For time this letter wastes, thy time and mine; The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? (From Men and Women, 1855.) From 'The Ring and the Book.' For the main criminal I have no hope I stood at Naples once, a night so dark I could have scarce conjectured there was earth But the night's black was burst through by a blaze- The Householder. (1868-69-) Savage I was sitting in my house, late, lone : When, in a moment, just a knock, call, cry, 'I again, what else did you expect?' quoth She. 'Never mind, hie away from this old house Every crumbling brick embrowned with sin and shame! Quick, in its corners ere certain shapes arouse ! Let them every devil of the night-lay claim, Make and mend, or rap and rend, for me! Good-bye! God be their guard from disturbance at their glee, Till, crash, comes down the carcass in a heap!' quoth I: 'Nay, but there's a decency required!' quoth She. 'Ah, but if you knew how time has dragged, days, nights! All the neighbour-talk with man and maid-such men! All the fuss and trouble of street-sounds, window-sights: All the worry of flapping door and echoing roof; and then, All the fancies. . . . Who were they had leave, dared try Darker arts that almost struck despair in me? If you knew but how I dwelt down here!' quoth I: 'And was I so better off up there?' quoth She. 'Help and get it over! Re-united to his wife (How draw up the paper lets the parish-people know?) Lies M., or N., departed from this life, Day the this or that, month and year the so and so. Flower-I never fancied, jewel-I profess you! You, forsooth, a flower? Nay, my love a jewel- From 'La Saisiaz.' Weakness never needs be falseness: truth is truth in each degree -Thunder-pealed by God to Nature, whispered by my soul to me. Nay, the weakness turns to strength and triumphs in a truth beyond: 'Mine is but man's truest answer-how were it did God respond?' . . . Can I make my eye an eagle's, sharpen ear to recognize Sound o'er league and league of silence? Can I know, who but surmise? . I have lived, then, done and suffered, loved and hated, learnt and taught This there is no reconciling wisdom with a world distraught, Goodness with triumphant evil, power with failure in the aim, If (to my own sense, remember! though none other feel the same!) If you bar me from assuming earth to be a pupil's place, And life, time, with all their chances, changes,—just probation-space, Mine, for me. Only grant my soul may carry high through death her cup unspilled, Brimming though it be with knowledge, life's loss drop by drop distilled, I shall boast it mine-the balsam, bless each kindly wrench that wrung From life's tree its inmost virtue, tapped the root whence pleasures sprung, Barked the bole, and broke the bough, and bruised the berry, left all grace Ashes in death's stern alembic, loosed elixir in its place! (1878.) Each of us heard clang God's 'Come!' and each was coming: Soldiers all, to forward face, not sneaks to lag behind! 'How of the field's fortune? That concerned our Leader! Led, we struck our stroke nor cared for doings left and right: Each as on his sole head, failer or succeeder, Lay the blame or lit the praise: no care for cowards : fight!' Then the cloud-rift broadens, spanning earth that's under, Wide our world displays its worth, man's strife and From 'The Two Poets of Croisic.' Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn. Blue ran the flash across : Violets were born! Sky-what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud : Splendid, a star! Will they pass to where-by death, fools think, imprisoned Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so, -Pity me? Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel -Being-who? One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, A uniform edition of Robert Browning's works appeared in seventeen volumes in 1888-90; and Mr Furnivall published a Browning Bibliography in 1883. A Life of him was written by Mrs Sutherland Orr (1891), who also prepared a Handbook to Browning (1885). There are books on Browning and his work by Symons (1887), Fotheringham (1887), Gosse (1890), and Sharp (1890). An Introduction to the study of his poetry was written by Professor Hiram Corson (4th ed., Boston, U.S., 1892); in 1902 Mr Stopford Brooke published his work on The Poetry of Robert Browning: Mr Chesterton's book on Browning in the Men of Letters' series appeared in 1903. An Outline Analysis of Sordello was published by the present writer in 1889, and Of Fifine at the Fair, Christmas Eve and Easter Day, and other Poems in 1892. M. Joseph Milsand's appreciation in the Revue des Deux Mondes in 1851 should be named, as also Mme. Duclaux's Grands Ecrivains d'Outre-manche (1901). See also the Browning Society's Papers (1881-95), Berdoe's Browning Cyclopædia (1892), and Professor Santayana's Interpretations of Poetry and Religion (1900). Two volumes of letters by Browning were privately printed in 1895-96 by Mr Wise, who also compiled a bibliography of Browning's writings (published in Literary Anecdotes of the Nineteenth Century, by Dr Robertson Nicoll and Mr T. J. Wise, 1895). The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett were published in 1899. Mrs Browning's Letters to R. H. Horne had appeared in 1876, and a collection of her letters was edited by Mr Kenyon in 1897. There is a short Life of Mrs Browning by Mr J. H. Ingram (1889), and she is discussed in Mr Bayne's Five Great Englishwomen (1880). JEANIE MORISON. John Westland Marston (1820-90), born the son of a Baptist minister at Boston, gave up law for literature; and in 1842 his Patrician's Daughter was brought out at Drury Lane by Macready. It was the most successful of more than a dozen plays-Strathmore, Philip of France, A Hard Struggle (in prose), Donna Diana, Life for Life, and the rest, collected, with his poems, in 1876 -- somewhat Sheridan - Knowlesian, and lacking in true dramatic life. He wrote a novel (1860), a good book on Our Recent Actors (1888), and a mass of poetic criticism, mostly in the columns of the Athenæum. His plays are all all-but forgotten, but he deserves to be remembered as a true representative of poetical drama. His son, Philip Bourke Marston (1850-87), the blind poet, was born, lived, and died in London. His life was a series of losses-of eyesight at three, and afterwards of his sister, his promised bride, and his two dear friends, Oliver Madox Brown and Rossetti. His memory will survive through his friendships with Rossetti, with Mr WattsDunton, and with Mr Swinburne rather than through his sonnets and lyrics - delicate and melodious most of them, exquisite some of them, but all too sad for a world that sees. Song-tide, All in All, and Wind Voices were the three volumes of poetry he published between 1870 and 1883; to a posthumous collection of his stories (1887), mostly published in America, is prefixed a Memoir by Mr William Sharp. He was Dr Gordon Hake's 'Blind Boy;' Mr Swinburne dedicated a sonnet to his memory. Mrs Chandler Moulton collected his poems in 1892. Sir Henry James Sumner Maine (182288) was in his own time probably the most conspicuous, popular, and influential writer on social science, on the usages and proprietary ideas of primitive society as forming the basis of laws still in force. From Christ's Hospital he passed to Cambridge, where, having greatly distinguished himself, he was in his twenty-fifth year elected Regius Professor of Civil Law. He was called to the Bar in 1850, and in 1862 went to India as Legal Member of the Government. On his return he was in 1870 appointed Professor of Comparative Jurisprudence at Oxford, a post he resigned on being elected to the Mastership of Trinity Hall, Cambridge, in 1878. In 1871 he had become a Member of the Council of the Secretary of State for India and K.C.S.I.; and in 1887 he was appointed Whewell Professor of International Law at Cambridge. As was admitted by those most hostile to his fundamental views, his Roman Law and Legal Education (1856), followed in 1861 by Ancient Law, its Connection with the Early History of Society and its Relation to Modern Ideas, for more than twenty years profoundly influenced the teaching of jurisprudence in England. In Village Communities in the East and West (1871), delivered as a series of lectures at Oxford, the author traced the similarity that exists between the primitive communal societies of India and those of the ancient Germanic races. In 1875 appeared Lectures on the Early History of Institutions, principally an investigation of the ancient laws of Ireland, called the Brehon Laws, interesting not merely as one of the best-preserved systems of primitive law, but because of its complete independence of Roman law. Early Law and Custom (1883) further illustrated his favourite theses; and International Law (1888) was based on his professorial work. In Popular Government (1885) he illustrated, not for the first time, his strong anti-democratic bias. His fundamental idea, urged against M'Lennan and all supporters of the view that matriarchy was a germinal stage of primitive civilisation, was that the germ of society was the patriarchal power, the family centring round the father (not the mother), while from the family came the gens, from the gens the tribe, and from the tribe the nation. The opponents of Maine's view multiplied amongst anthropologists and sociologists, and produced detailed evidence from savage life and ancient records; and his contentions were criticised as showing a tendency to make a 'portable village community which we might take about with us from one quarter of the globe to another.' There is a Memoir of Maine by Sir M. E. Grant Duff (1892). |