VICTORIAN LITERATURE SIXTY YEARS OF BOOKS AND BOOKMEN Births have brought us richness and variety, "do rJ T^ ""'" Mng " S Hchness a " d n /' l Ca J" e 9reate1 ' and one smal1 ^' That wh.ch fill, its period and place is equal to any Walt Whitman VICTORIAN LITERATURE SIXTY YEARS OFBOOIPAND BOOKMEN^ C1EMENT SHORTER LONDON: JAAESBOWDEN 10 HENRIETTA STREET COVENT GARDEN W.C 1897 INTRODUCTORY ASKED by a kindly publisher to add one more to the Jubilee volumes which commemorate the sixtieth year of the Queen's reign, I am pleased at the opportunity thus afforded me of gather- ing up a few impressions of pleasant reading hours. "Every age," says Emerson, "must write its own books ; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding. The books of an older period will not fit this." It is true, of course, and as a result the popular favourite of to-day is well-nigh forgotten to-morrow. In reading the critical journals of thirty years ago it is made quite clear that they contain few judgments which would be sustained by a consensus of critical opinion to-day. Whether time will deal as hardly with the critical judgments of to-day we may not live to see. I have no ambition to put this book to a personal test. So far as it has any worth at all it is meant to be bibliographical and not critical. It aspires to furnish the young student, in handy form, with as large a number of facts about books as can be concentrated in so small a volume. That this has been done under the guise of a consecutive Introductory narrative, and not in the form of a dictionary, is merely for the convenience of the writer. I have endeavoured to say as little as possible about living poets and novelists. With the his- torians and critics the matter is of less importance. To say that Mr Samuel Rawson Gardiner has written a useful history, or that Professor David Masson's " Life of Milton " is a valuable contri- bution to biographical literature, will excite no antagonism. But to attempt to assign MrW. B. Yeats a place among the poets, or " Mark Ruther- ford" a position among the prose writers of the day, is to trespass upon ground which it is wiser to leave to the critics who write in the literary journals from week to week. It was not possible to ignore all living writers. I have ignored as many as I dared. It was my intention at first to devote a chapter to Sixty Years of American Literature. But for that task an Englishman who has paid but one short visit to the United States has no qualifica- tion. He can write of American literature only as seen through English eyes. That is to see much of it, it is true. Few Americans realise the enor- mous influence which the literature of their own land has had upon this country. Probably the most read poet in England during the sixty years has been Longfellow. Probably the most read novel has been " Uncle Tom's Cabin." Among people Introductory who claim to be distinctly literary Hawthorne has been all but the favourite novelist, Washington Irving not the least popular of essayists, and Emerson the most invigorating moral influence. In my youth "The Wide, Wide World" and " Queechy " were in everybody's hands ; as the stories of Bret Harte, William Dean Howells, Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Frank Stockton, Henrj James, and Mary Wilkins are to-day. Apart from Dickens, nearly all our laughter has come from Mark Twain and Artemus Ward. In history, we in England have read Prescott and Motley ; in poetry we have read Walt Whit- man, William Cullen Bryant, John Greenleaf Whittier, and, above all, James Russell Lowell, who endeared himself to us alike as a poet, a critic, and in his own person when he represented the United States at the Court of St James's. Lastly I recall the delight with which as a boy I read the "Autocrat of the Breakfast Table," and the joy with which as a man I visited the author, Dr Oliver Wendell Holmes, in his pleasant study in Beacon Street, Boston. These and many other writers have made America and the Americans very dear to Englishmen, and this in spite of much wild and foolish talk in the journals of the two countries. I have to thank Mr William Mackenzie, the well-known publisher of Glasgow, for kindly letting 3 Introductory me draw upon some articles which I wrote for his " National Cyclopaedia " ten years ago, and upon the literary section, which he and his editor, Mr John Brabner, permitted me to contribute at that time to a book entitled " The Victorian Empire." I have also to thank my friends, Dr Robertson Nicoll and Mr L. F. Austin, for kindly reading my proof-sheets, Mr Edward Clodd for valuable suggestions, and Mr Sydney Webb, a friend of old student days, for reading the chapter which treats briefly of sociology and economics. A compilation of this kind can scarcely hope to escape the defects of most such enterprises errors both of date and of fact. I shall be glad to re- ceive corrections for the next edition. CLEMENT K. SHORTER. September 27 ', 1897. CHAPTER I The Poets T T THEN Queen Victoria came to the throne in * * 1837, most of the great poets who had been inspired by the French Revolutionary epoch were dead. Keats had died in Rome in 1821, Shelley was drowned in the Gulf of Spezzia in 1822, Byron died at Missolonghi in 1824, Scott at Abbotsford in 1832, and Coleridge at Highgate in 1834. Southey was Poet Laureate, although Wordsworth held a paramount place, recognised on all hands as the greatest poet of the day. The gulf which separates the Southey of the 1774-1843 laureateship from the Southey who presents him- self to our judgment to-day is almost impossible to bridge over. Southey, as the average bookman thinks of him now, is the author of a "Life of Nelson" and of one or two lyrics and ballads. 1 The "Life of Nelson" is constantly republished for an age keenly bent on Nelson worship, but for the 1 As, for example, The Battle of Blenheim^ The Inchcape Rock and The Cataract of Lodore. Sixty Years of exacting it has been superseded by at least two biographies from living authors. 1 That Southey should live mainly by a book which was merely a publisher's commission, and not by the works which he and his contemporaries deemed im- mortal, is one of the ironies of literature. Southey's "Cowper" is a much better biography than his " Nelson," but in Cowper the world has almost ceased to be interested. It does not now read "Table Talk" and "The Task" any more than it reads "Thalaba" and "Madoc," although every cultivated household of sixty years ago could talk freely of these poems. There will probably be a revival of interest in Cowper. It is safe to assume that there will never be a revival of interest in Southey, and that his very lengthy poems are doomed to oblivion. And yet it is interesting to note where Southey's contemporaries placed him. Shelley thought " Thalaba " magnificent, and its influence was marked in " Queen Mab." Coleridge spoke of its " pastoral charm." Landor found " Madoc " superb. Scott said that he had read it three or four times with ever-increasing admiration. It kept Charles James Fox out of bed till the small lu The Nelson Memorial," by J. K. Laughton, 1896. " The Life of Nelson. The embodiment of the Sea Power of Great Britain," by Captain A. T. Mahan, 1897. 6 Victorian Literature hours ! But inexorable time has declared that these poems have no permanent place in literature. Time, however, has left us a kindly memory of Southey the man. Sara Coleridge's assertion that he was " on the whole the best man she had ever known," tallies with the judgment of many others of his contemporaries who did not come into collision with his relentless prejudices. Relentless prejudice was equally a characteristic of Southey's greater successor as Poet Laureate. William Wordsworth had written all the poems 1770-1850 by which he will live when the Queen came to the throne, but further recognition awaited the author of " Lyrical Ballads " and " Laodamia " in the thirteen years of his life that were yet to come. It was in 1839 that Keble, as Professor of Poetry at Oxford, welcomed Wordsworth when he received the honorary degree of D.C.L. with the eulogy that he had "shed a celestial light upon the affections, the occupations and the piety of the poor." In 1842 he obtained an annuity from the Civil List, and in the following year he suc- ceeded Southey as laureate. The mere fact, however, that Wordsworth wrote nothing of im- portance in the present reign does not permit of his dismissal as a pre- Victorian author. His real influence, splendid and serene, was made upon the age which is passing away. 7 Sixty Years of He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round ; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. During the period in which Wordsworth's poems were coming from the press he was scoffed at alike by Byron and by the authors of " Rejected Addresses," and they appealed to a sympathetic audience. Coleridge had, indeed, praised him generously enough, but the author of " The Ode to Duty" knew nothing of the enthusiastic par- tisanship which was to be his lot in the later years of his life, and for more than a quarter of a cen- tury after his death. I have before me two books which will serve to indicate the high-water-mark of Wordsworth's popularity. One is a volume of selections from his poems, which was edited by Mr Matthew Arnold, 1 the other, a volume of Transactions of the Wordsworth Society, which was privately issued to the members. In his little volume of " Selections" Mr Arnold, then recognised on all hands as our most important living critic, insisted upon Wordsworth's pre-eminence in poetry, placing him indeed on a level with Shakspere and Milton, and assigning to Byron and Shelley a secondary rank. Mr Arnold, as events proved, only echoed a 1 "Select Poems of Wordsworth," by Matthew Arnold. ' ' Golden Treasury Series." 8 Victorian Literature pervading sentiment. The Wordsworth Society was founded, with the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Dean of St Paul's, the Lord Chief Justice of Eng- land, the then American Minister Mr Lowell and a number of distinguished literary men, among its members. The Transactions of that Society give evidence that among the thoughtful men and women of the last decade Wordsworth was by far the strongest influence, that he was not merely a literary tradition, but that he was a vital force in the minds and hearts of nearly all the most interest- ing people of the period. Students of to-day, however, will be well content to read Wordsworth only in Matthew Arnold's "Selections." Here they will find him as a sonneteer proclaiming liberty with scarcely less zeal and power than Milton. They will find him as the sympathetic friend of the poor and of the oppressed. To be dead to the charm of Matthew Arnold's "Selections from Words worth" is to care nothing for poetry. To appreciate with any measure of enthusiasm the twelve volumes of Wordsworth's collected writings is equally to have one's sense of true poetry deadened and destroyed. We have no time now for " The Excursion " and "The Prelude." We have less for Wordsworth's " Ecclesiastical Sonnets " and " The Borderers." For his copious prose moralizings one has no toleration whatever. Sixty Years of 1809-1892 It is not easy to judge whether Alfred Tennyson will ever cease to retain the very wide hold upon the public which was his for at least thirty years prior to his death, and which is his to-day. The poems of Tennyson might be read by succeed- ing generations of Englishmen if only for their exquisite purity of style. Music he has also in abundance. In "Harold," "Queen Mary," and his other plays there is no great gift of char- acterisation, and these assuredly will go the way of Southey's more ambitious poems. But in " Maud " Tennyson caught the social aspiration of his time with singular insight. The world, he pleaded and England in particular was given over to money- getting. The capitalist was more tyrannical than the old, expiring slave-owner. Even peace was a mere word. There was a worse tyranny than that which left men for dead on the battle-field. There was the tyranny which ground them to dust for a bare pittance in mill and factory. Tennyson never wrote with greater force or with more perfect dramatic and lyric art, and his poem is as striking and effective to-day as at the time of its publication in 1855. Lord Tennyson for the Poet Laureate accepted a peerage in 1890 won the hearts of a wider audi- ence by " In Memoriam," and of a still larger one by " The Idylls of the King." " In Memoriam," a 10 Victorian Literature lengthy elegy on his college friend, Arthur Hallam, touched the great religious public of England. The poem reflected a certain transcendentalism of view which was fast becoming fashionable. " There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds " was, in fact, more and more the prevailing tone among all phases of Protestantism where a few years earlier the exact opposite had been insisted upon. One of the most agreeable pictures which our literary period affords is offered by the friendship between Lord Tennyson and Robert Browning. The two men were not seldom compared ; each had his partisans, and each his enthusi- astic disciples. Neither from a social nor from a literary point of view would they seem to have had much in common. Browning was a regular diner-out, he appeared systematically at every picture-gallery, and at every public entertain- ment, and in all these things he was keenly in- terested : he loved society. Lord Tennyson, on the other hand, lived a retired life in one or other of his country houses. He was morbidly sensitive to the attentions of the crowd, and amusing stories are told of his desire to avoid the " vulgar " gaze. Considered as literary men, the contrast between these poets was greater. Tennyson's language was II Sixty Years of dainty, simple, full of grace ; his characters mono- tonous, lacking in vigour. Browning wrote with rugged force, and sometimes with an obscurity which left the reader bewildered. But his gift of characterisation was superb, and his men and women for individuality are comparable only to those of Shakspere. The hearts of all of us go out to Tennyson when we think of the music of his verses, of his gifts of natural description, his fine and captivating imagination; but our hearts and our intellects go out to Browning, as to one who has enshrined our best thoughts, who has touched all our deepest emotions. It is true that half of Browning's sixteen volumes are flatly incomprehensible to the majority of us ; but the other half are equal in bulk to the whole of Lord Tennyson's writings, and quite free from any suspicion of obscurity. The "Ring and the Book" is not obscure. It is an exciting story, dramatically told. So also are the poems called " Men and Women," and the " Dramatic Idyls." " Luria," " In a Balcony," " A Blot in the 'Scutcheon," are as readable as railway novels. And yet Browning had, and has, none of the popularity of Tennyson. The one writer sold by thousands, and his financial reward was probably unprecedented in poetry; the other had but a small audience, an audience which never approached to one-third of his rival's. Notwithstanding all this, it is pleasing to note that the two poets loyally 12 Victorian Literature esteemed one another, as the dedication of some of their books conspicuously proves. To write thus early of Robert Browning is to 1812-1889 anticipate in the literary record. " Pauline," the poet's first poem, was published, it is true, in 1833 ; and that and successive poems were accepted by good critics as the work of a true poet. Neverthe- less, Browning had to fight his way as no poet of equal merit has ever had to do, and it was very late indeed in the Victorian epoch that he became more than the poet of a limited circle. One there was, certainly, who appreciated his work from the first with no common fervour, for the world has long been familiar with the statement that a re- ference by Elizabeth Barrett in " Lady Geraldine's Courtship " first brought the two poets together in 1845 ' ' From Browning some ' Pomegranate ' Which, if cut deep down the middle, Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, Of a veined humanity." They were married a year later. As exemplifying the condescension of their earlier contemporaries it is interesting to note Wordsworth's observation on the event and Wordsworth had no humour " So, Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett have gone off together ! Well, I hope they may under- stand each other nobody else could ! " Lord 13 Sixty Years of Granville, who was staying in Florence when a son was born to the poets there in 1849, was st iU more amusing although equally uncritical. " Now there are not two incomprehensibles but three incomprehensibles," he said. It cannot be charged against Elizabeth Barrett 1806-1861 Browning that she was in the least incompre- hensible. Her " Cry of the Children," " Cowper's Grave," and "Aurora Leigh," have the note of extreme simplicity. Nor is obscurity a charac- teristic of " Sonnets from the Portuguese," which were not translations, but so named to disguise a wife's devotion to her husband. "Aurora Leigh" she styled a "novel in verse," and it was in fact a very readable romance, marked by that zest for social reform which characterised the period. 1 "The most mature of my works, and the one into which my highest convictions upon Life and Art have entered," she wrote of it. After the marriage the pair lived principally at Florence. In their Florentine home Casa Guidi "Aurora Leigh," and "Casa Guidi Windows" were written, and here Mrs Browning died in June 1 86 1. One may still see the house upon which the Florentine municipality has inscribed a tablet in gratitude for the "golden ring" of i Charles Kingsley's "Two Years Ago" appeared the same year in 1857. 14 Victorian Literature poetry with which the enthusiastic woman poet had attempted to unite England and Italy. Another great Florentine by adoption, Walter Savage Landor, came to live near the Brownings. 1775-1864 His rugged nature must have been not a little soothed by the gentle little woman with " a soul of fire enclosed in a shell of pearl." Landor was educated at Rugby, at Ashbourne, and at Trinity College, Oxford. From Rugby he was removed to avoid expulsion, and at Oxford he was rusticated. All this was the outcome of an excitable tem- perament, which led in later life to domestic com- plications, and to exile from his family in Florence. It found no reflection in his many beautiful works. As a poet, however, Landor holds no considerable rank, although here placed among them. " Gebir " was published in 1798 and "Count Julian "in 1812. Both these lengthy poems have received the rapturous praise of authoritative critics, De Quincey even declaring that Count Julian was a creation worthy to rank beside the Prometheus of ^Eschylus and Milton's Satan. Southey insisted indeed that Landor had written verses " of which he would rather have been the author than of any produced in our time." But Landor's poems, although obtainable in his collected works, and published in selections, command no audience to-day. With his prose the case is otherwise. 15 Sixty Years of There is little in the six volumes of " Imaginary Conversations," or in the two volumes of " Longer Prose Works," that does not merit attention alike for style and matter. " Give me," he says in one of his prefaces, "ten accomplished men for readers and I am content." Landor has all accomplished men for readers now. And all are at one with the critic who said that, " excepting Shakspere, no other writer has furnished us with so many delicate aphorisms of human nature." Mr Swinburne's expression of veneration is well known. (l I came as one whose thoughts half linger, Half run before ; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end; In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and friend." The connecting link between Landor and his young admirer is sufficiently apparent. In genuine accomplishment, the imaginative literature of our era has produced no one comparable to Landor, 1837- save only Algernon Charles Swinburne. Mr Swin- burne has written well in several languages other than his own. In his own he has written tragedies of wider purpose than those of Tennyson, of equal insight with those of Browning. He has written 16 Victorian Literature noble sonnets, lyrics of exquisite melody, and one poem, " Ave atque Vale," which takes rank among the imperishable elegies of our literature. He has abundant spontaneity and a marvellous gift of rhythm. Added to all this, he is a critic of almost unequalled learning and distinction. He was the first to give adequate recognition to the poetic genius of Matthew Arnold and Emily Bronte. He knows Elizabethan literature with remarkable thoroughness, and he knows the literature of many ages and many lands better than most of the pro- fessors. His appreciation of Charles Lamb endears him to English readers, and his eulogies of Victor Hugo command the respect of Frenchmen. A great poet and a great prose writer, Mr Swinburne is perhaps the most distinguished literary figure of our day. Only when in the distant years his country has lost him, will a great folly be gener- ally recognised. Why, it will be asked, did we not spontaneously call for him arch democrat and arch rebel though he may have been as the only possible successor to Lord Tennyson as Poet Laureate ? It has been said that Mr Swinburne was the first to recognise the great poetical gifts of Matthew Arnold. Writing in the Fortnightly Review in 1822-1888 1867, 1 he remarked that the fame of Mr Matthew 1 Reprinted in 1875 in " Essays and Studies." B 17 \ W I Sixty Years of Arnold had for some years been almost exclusively the fame of a prose writer. " Those students," he continued, "could hardly find hearing, who with all esteem and enjoyment of his essays ... re- tained the opinion that, if justly judged, he must be judged by his verse and not by his prose." The view that Arnold excelled as a prose writer continued to hold sway for many years after Mr Swinburne wrote, and it was current up to the date of Arnold's death. " Literature and Dogma" and "God and the Bible," the former of which first appeared in 1873, excited an extraordinary amount of attention, and helped largely to modify the religious beliefs of many men and women now rapidly approaching middle age. The son of a famous clergyman, Dr Thomas Arnold of Rugby, Matthew Arnold was a pro- duct of that Broad Church movement which Dr Arnold had helped largely to inspire. A fellow- pupil of Dr Stanley, Dean of Westminster, Arnold went further than the Dean in his opposition to supernaturalism in religion, though he stopped short of the fiery antagonism which another eminent Anglican churchman, Bishop Colenso, displayed towards the miraculous stories of the Old Testa- ment. But far more than Stanley or Colenso did he influence the Protestant Christianity of his day. This, however, scarcely enters into the discussion of Matthew Arnold the poet. More akin to that 18 Victorian Literature side of Arnold's life is his literary criticism. For many years he held in this field a well nigh undisputed throne. For a time he was Professor of Poetry at Oxford. But his influence came mainly through a volume called "Essays in Criticism" (1865), of which it is not too much to say that the paper entitled "The Function of Criticism at the Present Time," gave a new impulse to all students of books. Here and elsewhere Arnold emphasised the opinion that not only a fine artistic instinct but a vast amount of knowledge, admitting of comparisons, is necessary as the equipment of a critic. Criticism he defined as " a disinterested endeavour to learn and propagate the best that is known and thought in the world." Matthew Arnold had other claims as a prose writer. His appeal for the study of Celtic litera- ture initiated and encouraged a revival of learning in Wales and in Ireland ; and his books and essays on Education for his main income for many years was derived from his salary as an Inspector of Schools did much to further the cause which his brother-in-law, Mr W. E. Forster, began with the great Education Act of 1870. But it is as a poet, as Mr Swinburne foretold, that Matthew Arnold lives in literature. It is strange to some of us to note how largely the bulk of his prose work has dropped out of the memory of the younger generation. The diligent collector pos- Sixty Years of sesses some forty-five volumes of Mr Arnold's writings; but although there has been a cheap reprint of many of these, it is only by his col- lected poems that he is widely known to-day. Mr Swinburne, in the essay to which I have re- ferred, tells of the joy with which, as a schoolboy, he came upon a copy of " Empedocles on Etna." He must then have been about fifteen years of age, as " Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems by A" was published in 1852. It contained "Tristram and Iseult," "Stanzas in Memory of the Author of * Obermann,' " and many now ac- cepted favourites. "The Strayed Reveller" by "A" was a still earlier volume of anonymous verse (1849) j and, in 1853, " Poems " by Matthew Arnold made the poet known by name to a small circle. A substantial recognition as a poet did not however fall to Matthew Arnold while he lived. His career is, indeed, a striking example of the fact that our views of contemporary literature require to be revised every decade. Ten years ago everyone was discussing Matthew Arnold's views concern- ing Isaiah and St Paul, and the Nonconformists, whom he chaffed good-humouredly, have recon- structed many of their beliefs through a study of his works. People were excited by his views on education and by his views on literature, but not by his poetry. To-day his poetry is all of him that remains, and its charm is likely to soothe 2O Victorian Literature the more strenuous minds among us for at least another generation, and perhaps for all time. In " Thyrsis," a striking elegy on Arthur Hugh Clough, Arnold struck a note which has only 1819-1861 Milton's "Lycidas" and Shelley's "Adonais" to call forth comparisons. Clough was not a Keats, but he was a more considerable personage than Milton's friend, and indeed he has been per- sistently underrated by many men of letters. Not indeed by all. "We have a foreboding," said Mr Lowell, "that Clough will be thought a hundred years hence, to have been the truest expression in verse of the moral and intellectual tendencies of the period in which he lived." Clough was the son of a cotton merchant of Liverpool, and he was a pupil of Dr Arnold at Rugby. He gained a Balliol scholarship, and went into residence in 1837. The coming years brought doubts and distractions, religious and political, and Clough parted from Oxford. His most famous poem, "The Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich," was published in 1848. In 1852 he sailed to Boston in the same ship that carried Thackeray and Lowell. Emerson, who had met him in England, welcomed him there. Travelling through Europe for his health, he died of paralysis in Florence in I86I. 1 1 See " Poems and Prose Remains " by Arthur Hugh Clough, with a Selection from his Letters, and a Memoir, edited by his wife. 2 vols., 1888. 21 Sixty Years of The catalogue of great English poets of the period is completed with the names of Rossetti and Morris. Perhaps there is no more romantic figure in modern literature than Dante Gabriel 1828-1882 Eossetti, although he has suffered cruelly from the biographer. His father, Gabriele, was an Italian exile, a critic of Dante, a teacher of Italian in London. His mother was a sister of the notorious Polidori, whose charlatanry is remembered wherever an interest in Lord Byron prevails. The younger Rossetti had relatives a brother, William Michael, who has written verses, criticisms, and a ponderous biography of Gabriel ; and a sister, 1827-1876 Maria Francesca Rossetti, whose " Shadow of Dante " makes good reading for admirers of the great Florentine, and, indeed, may be recommended to every English student of Dante. Another sister, 1830-1894 Christina Georgina Eossetti, wrote many books. She will live by her "Goblin Market" (1862), and by numerous short poems. Books of the type of " Called to be Saints" and "The Face of the Deep : A Commentary on the Revelation," have also won her much affection and admiration from religious sympathisers. She was not responsible for " Maude " and " New Poems," inadequate works which her brother thought fit to publish after her death. They are practically worthless. Dante Rossetti was a considerable painter as well as a poet. His name is written large in that pre- 22 Victorian Literature Raphaelite movement which gave him for associates Mr Holman Hunt and Sir John Millais. The movement, which had Mr John Ruskin for its literary champion, when reduced to simple state- ment, meant a harking back to early mediaeval .art. Sir John Millais and Mr Holman Hunt speedily abandoned this position, and Rossetti himself was never a pre- Raphaelite in any real sense. The pre-Raphaelites issued in 1850 a journal under the editorship of Rossetti's brother, and to the Germ, as it was called, Rossetti con- tributed his poem, " The Blessed Damozel," and a story, "Hand and Soul." To the Germ also, Thomas Woolner (1825-1892), the sculptor, con- tributed the poems of " My Beautiful Lady." One epoch in the life of Rossetti was his intro- duction to Mr Ruskin, and another was his first acquaintance with William Morris. Ruskin bought his pictures with characteristic generosity, and further assisted Rossetti to publish "The Early Italian Poets" (1861), afterwards reprinted as "Dante and his Circle" (1874). William Morris introduced Rossetti to his Oxford friends, in- cluding Mr Swinburne, and to the Oxford and Cam- bridge Magazine, in which many of his finest poems were published. After his wife's death, from an overdose of laudanum in 1862, Rossetti moved to Queen's House, Cheyne Walk, where for a time he 2 3 Sixty Years of had for associates in payment of rent Mr Swin- burne and Mr George Meredith, though the latter never actually lived in the house. From that time to his death he published many important poems ballads of singular power like "The White Ship," " The King's Tragedy," and " Sister Helen," and the many splendid sonnets of " The House of Life." The two volumes of Rossetti's collected works must always command readers. Rossetti died at Birchington-on-Sea, and a simple tomb in the churchyard marks his grave. 1834-1896 The name of William Morris closes the list of Victorian poets of the first rank. Morris was as versatile as Rossetti. He touched many branches of Art with remarkable success. Now he was designing wall-papers, and became a suc- cessful manufacturer in this branch of commerce : now he was indefatigable in printing notable books in English literature from a type which he had himself selected. The wall-paper has given a new direction to the decoration of English houses, and the Kelmscott Press has added many beautiful books to our libraries, and given an impetus to a revival of taste in printing. This was but a part of Morris's life. Although a rich man, he was a vigorous lecturer on behalf of Socialism, and wrote many books, such as, for example : " The Dream of John Ball " (1888), and "News from Nowhere " 24 Victorian Literature (1891), in support of his ideals. From the appear- ance of his "Defence of Guenevere" (1858), and "Life and Death of Jason" (1867), he was always publishing, and his translations from Homer, Virgil, and Scandinavian literature make a small library by themselves. But a practical handbook to Victorian literature needs but to mention one of his books. "The Earthly Para- dise" (1868-70), will live as long as a love of good story-telling remains to us. The tales are told by twenty-four travellers who desire to find the earthly paradise, and the book opens as do the Canter- bury Tales with a Prologue. The lyrical intro- duction is one of the most quotable things in our later literature : " Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, ' Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day. " Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day. 25 Sixty Years of " Folk say, a wizard to a Northern King At Christmastide such wondrous things did show That through one window men beheld the Spring, And through another saw the Summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines arow, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, Piped the drear wind of that December day." William Morris has not seldom been confused with a writer with whom he had nothing in com- 1833- m o n but the name. Sir Lewis Morris, a Welsh squire, and candidate for Parliament, has stood for convention as decisively as William Morris has stood against it. His " Songs of Two Worlds " (1871-5), and "Epic of Hades" (1876), brought him a considerable popularity, which " A Vision of Saints," and later books have not been able to maintain. Another literary knight of our time who has secured a large share of public atten- 1832- tion through his verse is Sir Edwin Arnold, whose " Light of Asia " interpreted to many the story of Buddha's career. A poem upon Christ and Christianity " The Light of the World," owed the fact of its smaller success to the greater familiarity of the public with its main incidents. Sir Edwin Arnold has won other laurels as a traveller and as a journalist. Some of the best poetry of the era has been produced by writers whose principal achieve- ments are in the realm of prose. The Brontes, 26 Victorian Literature Charles Kingsley, George Meredith, and George Eliot to name but a few all wrote verse which must ultimately have secured attention had they not made great reputations as novelists. Assuredly, the three most successful poems in Victorian literature, of that portion of it which is already passing into oblivion, are " Proverbial Philosophy," "Festus," and "Philip Van Arte- . velde." The " Proverbial Philosophy " of Martin Farquhar Tupper created an excitement in literary 1810-1889 and non-literary circles, which it is difficult for the present generation to comprehend. It is true that when it was first published, in 1838, it was greeted by the Athenaeum as " a book not likely to please beyond the circle of a few minds as eccentric as the author's." In spite of this, it sold in thousands and hundreds of thousands ; it went through over nine hundred editions in England, and five hundred thousand copies at least were sold in America. It was translated into French, German, and many other tongues ; its author was a popular hero, although of his later books, including " Bal- lads for the Times," "Raleigh, his Life and Death," and "Cithara," the very names are by this time forgotten. Of "Proverbial Philo- sophy" itself there are few enough copies in demand to-day, and it is difficult for us to place ourselves in the position of those who felt its charm. What to the early Victorian Era 27 Sixty Years of was counted for wisdom, and piety, and even for beauty, counts to the present age for mere commonplace verbiage. Tupper's name has taken a place in our language as the contemptuous synonym for a poetaster. " Festus," on the other hand, although not read to-day, has always com- manded respectful attention. Its author, Philip 1816- James Bailey, wrote " Festus " in its first form, at the age of twenty, and it was published in 1839. The book was enlarged again and again, till it reached to three times its original length. It may be that this enlargement has had something to do with its fate. " Festus " was frequently compared to the best work of Goethe and of Mr Browning. Even a more pronounced recognition accrued to 1800-1886 the dramatic poems of Sir Henry Taylor, and more particularly to " Philip Van Artevelde " (1834), which was described by the Quarterly Review as " the noblest effort in the true old taste of our English historical drama, that has been made for more than a century," and which attracted the keenest attention of all Sir Henry Taylor's contemporaries. His entertaining "Autobiography" has told us that Taylor, who was an important official at the Colonial Office, knew all the famous men of his time. Women have occupied no small share in the literary history of the past sixty years, although 28 Victorian Literature it is in fiction that their most enduring triumphs have been secured. The most popular women poets, next in order to Mrs Browning, have been Eliza Cook and Jean Ingelow. Eliza Cook wrote 1818-1889 for the most part the kind of verses which would now be rejected by the editor of the Poet's Corner of a provincial newspaper. She would be little more than a vague memory, were it not for " The Old Arm-Chair " ; but she has other claims to consideration. In the forties and the fifties Eliza Cook's Journal was one of the most prominent publications of the day, and it did much for the cause of literature and philan- thropy. Jean Ingelow survived, as did Eliza Cook, 1820-1897 to see her verse well-nigh forgotten, and yet it is stated that two hundred thousand copies of her poems have been sold in America alone. Miss Ingelow, who was born in Boston, Lincolnshire, and died in London, will live in anthologies by her ballad, " High Tide on the Coast of Lincoln- shire," by a song in "Supper at the Mill," and by sundry short poems. A certain brighter and more humorous kind of verse had its beginnings with Thomas Hood and the author of " The Ingoldsby Legends." Thomas Hood 1798-1845 has endeared himself to the whole reading world by his " Song of the Shirt" (1844) ; and his "Dream of Eugene Aram " (1829) is not less familiar. But 29 Sixty Years of in addition to this he had an abundance of wit and drollery side by side with pathos and tender- ness, which will always make a splendid tradition and a great inspiration. Hood was a journalist. 1788-1845 His prototype, Richard Harris Barham, was an Anglican clergyman. His pseudonym of Thomas Ingoldsby calls up memories of some of the quaintest and drollest verse ever written. " The Ingoldsby Legends " were first contributed to Bentley*s Mis- cellany, and afterwards collected in volumes. " The Jackdaw of Rheims " is the most popular. Barham's once successful novel, "My Cousin Nicholas," is now all but forgotten. The most famous successors of Hood and Bar- ham have been Calverley and Mr Austin Dobson. 1831-1884 Charles Stuart Calverley wrote " Fly Leaves " and " Verses and Translations." Mr Dobson has pub- lished, in addition to many valuable prose works, the exquisite "Vignettes in Rhyme" and "Pro- verbs in Porcelain," which, with Mr Andrew Lang's " Ballades in Blue China," form a dainty contribu- tion to the lighter literature of the epoch. A determination to say as little as possible con- cerning writers still young in years, though already famous, will make, it may be, my summary of Victorian poetry seem inadequate to many. Mr Traill, a discerning critic, has specified some hundred or more " minor poets " who flourish to-day ! But 30 Victorian Literature it cannot be doubted that the minor poet of our era, with his excellent technique, his deep feeling, and his high-minded impulsiveness, is separated by an im- mense gulf from the minor poet of an earlier period. The Pyes and the Hayleys, who were famous in an age when criticism was less of an art, had little enough of the real poetical faculty. That faculty can scarcely be denied to the hundred or more of living bards who now claim the suffrages of the poetry- loving reader. It cannot be denied also to many men who have passed away during the present era to Alexander Smith and Sydney Dobell in one period, and to Coventry Patmore and James Thomson in another. Alexander Smith 1830-1867 was an industrious essayist as well as a poet. Tennyson and Mrs Browning concurred in their esteem of Smith as a poet " whose works show fancy, and not imagination " ; and this might with truth be said of too many of the minor bards, and, indeed, constitutes the dividing line. Sydney Yendys, under which pseudonym Sydney Dobell 1824-1874 co-operated with Smith in " Sonnets on the War " (1855), was a poet of similar temperament. Coventry Patmore is known to the many 1823-1896 through his " Angel in the House," a poem upon domestic bliss which breathed a note not always sincere, but to which Mr Ruskin assured a cer- tain popularity through effective quotation in his 3 1 Sixty Years of " Sesame and Lilies." A certain ecstatic bnd of admirers attached more importance to Patmore's 11 Unknown Eros." These admirers spoilt him by adulation. He probably looked forward with the same keen assurance to the verdict of posterity as did Southey ; and posterity it is all but certain will be as ruthless in the one case as in the other. Patmore's life was one of luxury and independ- ence. Quite the reverse was the fate of James 1834-1882 Thomson, whose great poem, " The City of Dreadful Night," was published in Mr Charles Bradlaugh's National Reformer in 1874, and not republished as a book until 1880. Thomson had a melancholy career which ended in drink and disaster. He died in University Hospital, London. His "City of Dreadful Night" is peculiarly a reflection of the age that is passing. It secured even during the poet's life the commen- dation of George Eliot, of George Meredith, and of other critics ; and it may yet command a large audience, who breathe the note of pessimism which was always characteristic of the writer : " The sense that every struggle brings defeat Because Fate holds no prize to crown success, That all the oracles are dumb or cheat Because they have no secret t