MEMORIALS OP HUGH BENSON UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SAN DIEGO 3 1822017194069 LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CAI.lv -RNlA SAN UIEGO J UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SAN DIEGC 3 1822017194069 Central University Library University of California, San Diego Please Note: This item is subject to recall. Date Due MEMORIALS OF ROBERT HUGH BENSON BY BLANCHE WARRE CORNISH, SHANE LESLIE y OTHER FRIENDS MEMORIALS OF ROBERT HUGH BENSON COltyQSH 2 r LesLie & OTHSR OF HIS SECOND EDITION New P. J, KENEDY & SONS 44 Barclay Street HUNTED IN ENGLAND THE ROBERT HUGH BENSON. BY BLANCHE WARRE CORNISH: P. I. THE CAMBRIDGE APOSTOLATE. BY SHANE LESLIE.- P. 47. ANECDOTES OF HUGH BENSON. BY RICHARD HOW DEN: P. 71. NOTES : P. 84. A PORTRAIT IN COLOURS : FRONTISPIECE. ROBERT HUGH BENSON IN 1906 ! P. 9. A. C. BENSON, R. H. BENSON, AND E. F. BENSON, 1907 : P. 17. AT HARE STREET HOUSE, 1909 ! P. 25. IN HIS GARDEN, 191 1 ! P. 33. HARE STREET HOUSE, BUNTINGFORD : P. 41. ROBERT HUGH BENSON IN 1907 : P. 49. AN OPEN AIR SERMON AT BUNTINGFORD : PP. 56, 57. H. E. CARDINAL BOURNE GIVES THE LAST BLESS- ING : P. 65. THE FUNERAL : PP. 88, 89. Mrs. Warre Cornish's contribution is reprinted, -with revision, from the " Dublin Rcvietv." ROBERT HUGH BENSON Catholic Church and its impress from its Founder, in undisturbed silence, and with the fertilising influence of sympathy in his home, he began to produce with extraordinary fertility. He was thirty-two when he wrote The Light Invisible. He had broken from controversy like a young lion, and henceforth stood for all that was positive in spiritual teaching. The historical novel, By What Authority, was written there almost without books. The Great Keynes of the story, which is full of the charm of Sussex names and roads of fame in Tudor days, when Linfield was a deer forest, is the pleasant group of farm cot- tages and the church and the green within sight of the South Downs to-day. It was once a bustling village filled with news of the Great Armada. Tremans is the Dower House of the story, where the noble priest hero came to his vocation. But the quiet catechumen days gave place H 1(OBERT HUGH 'BENSON to a long novitiate in the burning heats of Rome, where no seclusion could be found from fashionable society. The cynic that Hugh Benson might very easily have be- come in his hatred of social banalite was here tested. But we need not dwell on what is so evident to students of his novels : in that respect he never quite attained the " wise indifference of the wise " or learnt the " scorn of scorn " of the greatest natures. At the time, I was more conscious of another lack indifference to the great arts of painting and sculpture at their highest. Music was the only art he recognised. How well I remember the answer to my first eager question about the Italian stay. " Were not Rome and Italy a perfect delight ? " No, indeed ! he was only impatient to escape and get back to England. I recalled to him, a thorough Englishman from boyhood, his delight in John Inglesant when at Eton. That in- conclusive romance took the reader to Italy, and found the counterpart to its aspiration in the churches and art of Italy. I did not anticipate what a John Bull he was to remain. The Religion of a Plain Man and The Letters of a Pariah give us the exact value set by Hugh on forms, ceremonies, and the outward things of the Church. " They 15 1(OBERT HUGH BENSON are just nothing at all," said an Irish nun to me once. She also was a true mystic. To Robert Hugh Benson the visible forms, of course, were essential as soon as the inner life was grasped, and they were also a strong help to the inner life : but he was too much of an Englishman, and he understood the thoughts and ways of Englishmen too well, ever to confuse Truth with aesthetic contemplation. His novi- tiate in Rome lasted, I think, a year, and then in the Spring, 1904, began his life of ever-increasing energy preaching, writing without pause for measuring his success, neglecting effect " he was not out for fame but for souls," wrote of him a Francis- can monk. He interviewed and directed his countrymen and Americans. His American tours should make a chapter in themselves. I hope we shall learn much of them. The editing and prefacing of books which he thought useful to souls was a work charged with his message. To take one instance, his Preface to the Modern Pilgrim's Progress, the book of a convert who died in the same month as himself. It sent her highly philosophical message, so well pointed and carefully fashioned, like an arrow from the bow when it is directed by a powerful hand. Then his lecturing must 16 C. 'BENSON, 5^. H. 'BENSON, AND E. F. 'BENSON, 1907 1(OBERT HUGH 'BENSON also be passed over with only one mention. The lecture on Lourdes, delivered in 1914, so memorable for all who heard it, was no mere outcome of vivid impressions gathered at the Grotto, but the result of long balanc- ing and undoing of prejudice created by his horror that men should become Catholics for the sake of regaining their health ; fears clearly expressed to me in 1906, but after- wards dropped when he had himself visited Lourdes and seen how the Church safe- guards it from such abuse. 18 IV TN 1907 Monsignor Benson made at Hare -* Street, Hertfordshire, a retreat for him- self. The ancient house and village stand within one hour of London by rail, thirty- miles by the old posting roads of Bishops- gate and Ware. We have his own descrip- tion of it in Oddsfish : The house without was of timber and plaster, very solidly built, but in no way pretentious. There was a little passage as we came in, and to right and left lay the Great Chamber (as it was called) and the dining-room. It is strange how some houses, upon a first acquaintance with them, seem like old friends ; and how others, though one may have lived in them fifty years, are never familiar to those who live in them. Now Hare Street House was one of the first kind. This very day that I first set eyes on it, it was as if I had lived there as a child. The sunlight streamed into the Great Chamber, and past the yews into the parlour ; and upon the lawns outside ; and the noise of the bees in the limes was as if an organ played softly ; and it was all to me as if I had known it a hundred years. 19 HUGH 'BENSON And so it was chosen as a country house to be enjoyed for a few days in the week, when every week-end was given to preach- ing in all parts of Great Britain, chiefly in the North ; and week days were devoted to missions and to the direction of souls. 1 For some years the house was shared with a doctor friend, a Catholic who was much interested in modern psychical healing. A house was built for Miss Lyall, the daughter of Sir Alfred Lyall, who was a useful critic of the historical novels written at Hare Street. The chapel of the house was an old brew- house ; its crucifix was carved in the house by the owner. It was possible for the two busy men at Hare Street to escape the obsession of detail which is such a snare to the novelist and to the man of science. There was work in the gardens and the orchard it is a largish demesne, about four or five acres. There was wholesome manual work in the carving shop, which enriched the chapel with carvings : when was the contemplative life not safeguarded by the labour of the hands ? Music was never neglected by Monsignor Benson ; his writings 1 Monsignor Benson's excellent factotum at Hare Street gives the average of days spent by his master there as two or three in the week ; he was once at Hare Street for three weeks. 20 HUGH uchingly verified the struggle between them of which he so often wrote. VI TT is not our purpose to speak of Mon- * signor Benson's books as a whole. We cannot attempt to estimate the strength of the cairn of historical novels which we have from his hand dealing with the history of Recusancy in England, the top stone of which is Oddsfish. Sufficient to remember in passing that Robert Hugh Benson con- quered The Times, To our astonishment we read in its review of Come Rack, Come Rope, in the autumn of 1912, the words, " Why do Englishmen ignore the history of Catholic Recusancy in their near past ? It is such a noble page of the history of England." As to the novels dealing with our own day, we have even less power of judging their durability. He wrote them for his own times and his own people. Many a man in society has said to himself in reading his portraits of Conventionalists, Sentimentalists or Cowards, " This is me," and has directed his life afresh. But we are looking for instances to illustrate what we have seen 31 1(OBERT HUGH i THE CAMBRIDGE JPOSTOLATE lost on his sense of humour. The re- mainder of the day he spent reading theo- logy and laboriously compiling his early books. The Light Invisible was already on many Anglican shelves. He was now en- grossed in writing The Queen's Tragedy and The Mirror of Shalott, though they were not published till later. The Catholic ghost stories of The Mirror of Shalott were read when written to the superintendent of his studies, who declined to offer en- couragement. But when he retailed them by firelight in the rooms of undergraduates, his success was enormous. His only rival was the Provost of King's, whose Ghost Stories of an Antiquary were being read to nervous listeners at the time. During the daylight he made no appearances except for meals, which he ate in self-imposed silence. In the evenings he used to discuss his past and probe wonderingly into the future. For regular parish combat he felt no par- ticular ability. The Battle of Books lured him. He had not yet developed the literary powers which he hoped some original- minded Ordinary would allow him to exert as a free-lance. In one of his most sanguine moments, he designed a kind of religious Hostel for cranks of every religious and 50 THE CAMBRIDGE JPOSTOLATE artistic tendency, for nothing less than the great Order of the Misunderstood. His associates in this enterprise were to live a semi-Carthusian existence, each writing or painting in his proper cell, and only meeting in the chapel or the central hall, which, for the benefit of the weaker brethren, was to be furnished with a music gallery. His chief reason for taking so feverishly to literature was in order to raise the necessary funds for this scheme. " For I am thirty- three already," he used to say, " and nobody writes anything after he is forty " an opinion which his host controverted, but in vain. Hugh Benson knew that his life's work would be largely finished by the time he was forty. It was the span of life he had set himself to live. II A YEAR of hard work and of dreaming came to an end, and Father Benson offered himself to the Rector of Cambridge in the capacity of a new Curate. With Monsignor Scott must always lie the credit of launching him as a preacher and mis- sioner. He had the foresight to see in the applicant a valuable link between the University and the Mission ; and, in spite of the flutter of surprise which was felt in the Diocese, he accepted him. The local objections were twofold : on the part of the Catholics, who felt certain that Father Benson could not know enough theology, and on the part of Anglicans, who were afraid he knew too much. It was queried whether Monsignor Scott had shown a laudable taste in accepting the service of one who had preached as a parson in Cambridge a bare two years previously. But the kindly old man knew his choice, and right well was his paternal care repaid in the years to come. On one occasion THE CAMBRIDGE JPOSTOL4TE only had he cause to point out a dubious point of theology in one of his protege's sermons, for he always made a point of hearing and enjoying them himself. " Then I will never preach theological sermons again," cried Benson ; and he never did. It was in October 1905 that he launched himself on the mission he had carefully planned during his year of study and reflection. He had become convinced of the irreligious and materialistic atmosphere of Cambridge, which, he used to com- plain, weighed upon him like lead, and he had made up his mind to lift his thin but denunciatory voice at the gates of that mathematical city. To association and atmos- phere he was always as sensitive as an artist to line and colour, and he used to say that it was the unseen pressure of materialism which finally drove him out of Cambridge. Nevertheless he did stout battle against her fogs while he was there. His berth resembled that of a consul in foreign parts who is suspected of trying to naturalise the natives surreptitiously. He was not recognised properly by Town or by Gown, though he stood in relations to both. He was as far removed from the broad spirit of University thought as from the petty parochialism of the locality. As the self- 53 THE CAMBRIDGE JPOSTOLATE appointed champion, though not the official representative, of Rome in the capital of East Anglican Puritanism, his position be- came naturally isolated. It was a pity that his literary wrestlings with Tudorism never allowed him to deal historically with the Cromwellianism of which Cambridge was the cradle. Nevertheless he scented the old Round-headed and Iron-sided mysticism in the watered form of a Christianity which was alternately " revivalist " or " muscular." It was the conviction that he was up against the ramparts of English Protest- antism that lent his early sermons their vim and, it must be added, their vindic- tiveness. Suddenly, and without warning, a quavering but fearless voice was heard crying in the Cambridge desert, criticising every chink in the Anglican armour and testifying most whole-heartedly to the supreme excellences of the Bishop of Rome. The situation was sufficiently piquant to send ripples down the stationary backwaters of collegial existence. The religion of the normal undergradu- ate at that date was exactly hit off by him when he wrote : " To be a professed unbeliever was bad form it was like being a little Englander or a Radical ; to be pious was equally bad form it resembled a 54 THE CAMBRIDGE JPOSTOLATE violent devotion to the Union Jack." On the whole, he probably acted as much as a tonic as an antidote to the Established Creed. Certainly, when he left Cambridge, Anglican lethargy was a thing of the past. His sermons lay under two categories the mystical and the controversial. The former were certainly the more soothing, especially his wonderful treatment of the Water and Wine at Cana, which lingered in the memory long after his Petrine shafts had broken against each other. Not that he failed to be effective after the manner of any bold bowman, but that he more often left the sting of exasperation than the wound of conviction amongst his Anglican hearers. Doubtless it was intensely annoy- ing to be told that if St. Peter did not wear a tiara, it was equally difficult to imagine Titus singing evensong in G in Ely Cathe- dral. At a first hearing, many were in- clined to sum him up in the single word " Hysterics ! " but a closer following showed an earnestness and a consistency in his apparently ex-tempore invective. What it came to was, that his emotional idiosyn- crasy and personality had become wholly and entirely steeped in the most unique religious system that is known to man. The beauty of Rome had eaten him up. 55 AN OPEN AIR SERfl The occasion -was the laying of the Foundat ' AT WUNTINGFORD ttone of the nrw Church, May 16, Ill DURING this time he lived in the Catholic Rectory, behind the great cedar tree that grows at the nave of the immense Gothic edifice which every traveller passes on his way from the station. Like a mighty riddle in stone, that church con- fronts each arriving freshman, and when he departs, forms his last glimpse of Cam- bridge. In this cathedral setting, Father Benson said his lonely Mass every day. His parochial work was confined to a few poor folk whom he visited and consoled in emergency, but his whole strength went into his fingers as a writer and into his tongue as a preacher. His mercurial de- velopment was fostered by alternate bursts of writing and of preaching. At times he became so possessed by his literary work that his characters were often more vivid to him than the men who lived in the house. Once he came downstairs in the greatest agitation, saying : " I am so frightened. There's a man committing 58 THE CAMBRIDGE JPOSTOLATE suicide in my room ! " His imaginative power was constantly on the qui vive. Colour could produce the greatest effect upon him, not so much as colour, but as part of the general mysticism of things. He used to explain that the beauty of a cardinal's crimson did not lie in its imperial rouge, but in that " it repre- sented the b-b-blood royal of Christ." Once after a Requiem service, at which a pall of black and yellow had been used, he was unable to say anything except, " Black and yellow black and yellow," and from that impression his liturgico-mystical Papers of a Pariah had birth. He re- tired immediately to his room, and wrote the first chapter, which begins : " This morning I assisted at one of the most impressive dramas in the world I mean the solemn Requiem Mass." And it was with the real impressions of the morning still in his mind that he wrote a few pages further on : "I despair of making clear, to those who cannot see it for themselves, the indescribably terrible combination of the colours of yellow and black, the deathliness of the contrast between flames and the unbleached wax from which they rise. . . ." It was in his evenings that he could be generally found by inquirers. One 59 THE CAMBRIDGE JPOSTOLATE passage in The Sentimentalists memorises the echo of those moments : "A tram a hundred yards away boomed up from St. Andrew's Street, grew yet more resonant, punctuated by the horses' hoofs, and died away again up the Hill's Road. The clock chimed out its little plain-song melody. . . ." Anybody who ever visited Father Benson by night to discuss the immortality of the soul, or the liturgical colour of trout-flies, must remember the half-hourly tram and the quarterly chime. The horse-teams of Cambridge are already a thing of the past ; but the peal of the bells in the Catholic Church will long ring as exquisitely as when they helped Father Benson to write his paragraphs against time. The room in which he worked finds its description, even unto minuti