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the inequalities and unrealities of so- pastoral," so human, so touching, so cial existence is to be found the true deep, so humorous. Was that inapprokey to Clough's work and character. A priate to the revelation he had been exreligious reformer, a religious enthu- periencing in his own life and siast, he never could have been. With roundings? Not in the least. It is him these matters lay far too deep to really the story of the development of be dragged into the dust and heat of an Oxford undergraduate into a social the arena of controversy. He had his reformer-a reformer, too, who had the own way of regarding them, and it is courage to entrust his own life and in the exquisite sincerity and profounil happiness to the principles which he faith that possessed him that one of the had come to approve.' Clough, in renoblest lessons of his life is to be signing his Oxford appointments, had found. The Spartan simplicity of his stepped out of bondage into free air. dealings with himself, his resolve to ac- and it is free air that blows through all cept no idea or conviction merely be the story of Philip Hewson and his cause it was comfortable, is well illus- wooing in the wilds of Rannoch. There trated in a letter written to his sister is no need to tell the story; the story is in 1848, just after he had resigned his one that can only be told in the poet's fellowship:
own language. Yet it is impossible not
to feel the influence of the profound It is far nobler [he says] to teach and enthusiastic social faith that gives people to do what is good because it is the keynote to the whole, and equally good simply than for the sake of any future reward. It is, I dare say, difficult to impossible to doubt that it is the poet keep up an equal religious feeling at pres himself, who through the mediumship ent but it is not impossible, and is neces- of another, is pouring out his own corsary. Besides, if we die and come to noth- victions. Here is a comparison which ing, it does not therefore follow that life is useful. Here, first of all, sis and goodness will cease to be in earth and lines from one of the "Poems on Life heaven. If we give overdancing, it does not and Duty:”— therefore follow that the dance ceases itself, or the music. Be satisfied, that what. Go from the east to the west, as the sun ever is good in us will be immortal; and as
and the stars direct thee, the parent is content to die in the consciousness of the child's survival even so, why
Go with the girdle of man, go and ennot we? There's a creed which will suf
compass the earth. fice for the present.
Not for the gain of the gold, for the get
ting, the hoarding, the having, In the same letter, referring to the But for the joy of the deed, but for the "new High Churchites,” who wanted Duty to do. "to turn all the quiet people adrift," he Go with the spiritual life, the higher roliremarks, that so long as "one sn't
tion and action, obliged to sign articles, or go to daily
With the great girdle of God, go and service, or prayer-meeting, or the like, encompass the earth! I don't see why one should excommuni. The enthusiasm of those lines, cate oneself. As for the Unitarians," with the poet's deepest feeling and conhe adds, "they're better than the other viction, finds an echo in the impatience dissenters, and that's all; but to go to of the poet and radical, Philip Hewson, their chapels-no!"
when his friend the tutor, “the grave A religious reformer enthusiast
man nicknamed Adam," had written Clough was not, and that is why those to him urging the importance of “trusswho expected to see his resignation,
ing in Providence," and abiding and first of his tutorship and then of his fellowship, associated with the publica
i It is a tradition that Philip Hewson, the poet tion of some theological pamphlet were
and Radical, was sketched from Thomas Arnold,
Matthew Arnold's elder brother. But it seems disappointed. Instead of this, what
impossible to avoid the conviction that here, too, had they? They had “The Bothie of as in the case of “ Dipsychus " it is largely with Tober-na-Vuolich, that "ong vacation Clough himself that we bare to do.
working in our stations. Philip re- for the exercise of that sense of duty torts:
which was to him almost more than
the air he breathed. His surroundings I am sorry to say your Providence puzzles as head of University Hall in London, me sadly;
a post to which he was appointed soon Children of circumstance are we to be? after his resignation of his Oxford apYou answer, On no wise!
pointments, were anything but Where does circumstance end, and Provi- genial. He found that in a great dedence, where begins it?
gree he had exchanged What are we to resist, and what are we to bondage for a bondage that was small
gracious be friends with? If there is battle, 'tis battle by night, I
and irritating. One of the most charstand in the darkness,
acteristic of his letters, written in JanHere in the mêlée of men, Ionian and uary, 1849, was a letter in which he exDorian on both sides,
plained his reasons for declining, in his Signal and password known; which is official capacity, to undertake the confriend and which is foeman?
duct or superintendence of any prayers, Is it a friend? I doubt, though he speak or even to undertake to be present at with the voice of a brother.
them. How characteristic of the mai, Still you are right, I suppose; you always determined, so far as he himself was are and will be;
concerned, to "let fact be fact!" The Though I mistrust the Field-Marshal, I letter, moreover, was characteristic in bow to the duty of order.
another sense; for he expressed himself Yet is my feeling rather to ask, where is
as willing to concede that it might be the battle? Yes, I could find in my heart to cry, not
better if the principal of the institution withstanding my Elspie,
were one who could officially join in O that the armies indeed were arrayed! such devotions as the controllers desired ( joy of the onset!
-willing to concede, that is, that some Sound, thou trumpet of God, come forth, more acceptable person than himself great Cause, to array us,
might better fill the office of principal. King and leader appear, thy soldiers sor- Equally characteristic was the care ne rowing seek thee.
took to define his own position, and to Would that the armies indeed were ar- leave himself unfettered in respect of rayed, O where is the battle
all religious matters. “I need not, of Neither battle I see, nor arraying, nor
course, say,” he remarks, “that I supKing in Israel,
pose I have on these subjects, if not Only infinite jumble and mess and disloca
convictions, sentiments-not assuredly tion, Backed by a solemn appeal, “For God's
a definite theological creed, but what sake, do not stir there!"
would be called religious views-views Yet you are right, I suppose; if you don't which may prove very different from attack any conclusion,
those commonly entertained by UnitaLet us get on as we can, and do the thing rians. But of course, too, I we are fit for."
tirely disclaim everything approaching
to a disposition to proselytize; so far This is unsatisfying, however, as much from it, I hardly expect to make up my to Arthur Hugh Clough as to Philip own mind as yet, and am not likely to Hewson. Hewson describes a little meddle with those of others. At the later how the old democratic fervor same time, what a man feels for him. comes back, swelling and spreading self can hardly fail to affect his comlike the Atlantic tide through the Heb- munications with his neighbor, rides; Clough delivers his soul in a dia- should I in any way feel bound to suptribe against those conventional con- Press, because of the opinions of ceptions of duty which to him young man's parents and friends, any. "pure nonentity of duty."
thing which other reasons would not It can hardly be said that Clough induce me to withhold. Hasty talking ever found, in its completeness, a field would be grievous misdoing; evasive
dealing would vitiate everything; but 1 he liked "quill-driving;" it was at any should hope to find other matters to oc- rate better than “boy-driving;" but his cupy me with the students."
letters to his American friends seem to Three years later-one can hardly breathe a desire to repeat the enfranmarvel at it-he was out of harness chisement he had accomplished when again, enjoying a salary of some £30 & he left Oxford-to get out of chains, to year as professor of English language get free from grooves, and to make and literature at University College; some mental exploitation of newer confessing to be “as good or as bad as fields of life and thought. What engaged;" and writing to Emerson to doubt served to balance this constituask if there was any chance of "earn- tional restlessness the domestic ing bread and water, if not bread and life that was growing up round him, and flesh, anywhere between the Atlantic which he appreciated only as a sensi. and the Mississippi, by teaching Latin, tive and affectionate-hearted man can Greek, or English.” That was the be- appreciate it. One cannot help wonderginning of his sojourn in America, a so- ing what Clough would have been if he journ lasting not much over six months, had lived, as his hero of the "Bothie" during which he played a little with might have done, to become "an uuliterary work, and discovered that “Em roasted grandsire" in democratie erson was the only profound man in New Zealand-whether the old restlessthe country.” One gets glimpses of a ness would have died out, whether growing weariness with a life of indef- the pressure of increasing responinite aims and continual unsettlements. sibilities would have tended to “In the years 1844 and 1845," he re- break down the delicate tenderness of marks in one of his letters, written in conscience, which was his most charMarch, 1853, "I was in very great force, acteristic possession. But such specuand used to be taken for an undergrad- lation is useless. In his forty-third uate just come up to college.
I am year he lay dead in Florence, and it is wiser perhaps now, but I have lost å beneath the cypresses in the little Protgood deal to become so." Or again, in estant cemetery there that his grave is a letter written three months later: still to be found. "Energy is a very ordinary thing; rea- There is not much in such a life as sonableness is much less common and this to attract those who regard success does ten times the good.” It would al- as the test of worth. Looked at froin most seem as if Clough were about this an ordinary point of view, Clough's life time getting planed down to the level was essentially unsuccessful.
He of his friend Matthew Arnold, whose failed to achieve the distinction that disbelief in the millennium had been ex- was anticipated for him at Oxford; he pressed some years previously. But, threw up, on grounds which not a few whether this were the case or not, there regarded as Quixotic, an assured acacan be little doubt that his appoiptment demical position; he accepted and then to a post in the Education Office, which resigned an uncongenial and unsatisfycame to him in the summer of 1853, ing task in connection with what must gave him the rest and the occupation have seemed to him, with his Oxford that he needed, besides affording him traditions and culture, a second-rate or opportunities—to wit, in connection third-rate university organization; he with Miss Florence Nightingale's nurs- crossed the Atlantic and did little sare ing campaign-of throwing himself make new friends; he returned to Enwith enthusiasm into a public work. gland and put himself into the official Whether he
really satisfied, mill which claimed his energies until whether he still felt that there was his death; he left no great work behind some work which would engage his him, only fragmentary glimpses of a whole energies, but which had not yet literary power which could not be sumcome to him, it would be a little diffi- moned at will, and which refused to cult to say. He admitted that be found apply itself to subjects which failed to
touch his higher and inner nature. Yet, deed “a man of letters," was something in spite of all this, and perhaps in some infinitely greater. considerable degree because of all this,
F. REGINALD STATHAM. the sweetness, the sincerity, the beauty of his nature enabled him to attract the very best minds of his time, and to set up a standard of living and thinking which, if adopted, would be found ca
IN KEDAR'S TENTS.1 pable of regenerating and revivifying
BY HENRY SETON MERRIMAN, AUTHOR OF "THE human society. In a world saturated
SOWERS." with the spirit of competition, it might
CHAPTER XXV. prove difficult to make generally attrac
SWORDCRAFT. tive a life which moved apart from the
“Rien n'est plus courageux qu'un cæur patien struggle for material success. Never
rien n'est plus sur de soi qu'un esprit doux." theless, whenever the rage of competition exhausts itself, the figure of this
The general set down his glass, and a
queer light came into his eyes, usually man of unquenchable faith-faith in
so smiling and pleasant. the essential beneficence of all the
“Ah! Then you are right, my friend. facts of the universe-and of external
Tell us your story as quickly as posfailures will assuredly be found among
sible." “the one or two immortal lights" that
“It appears," said Concha, "that there will rise up into the firmament, "to
has been in progress for many months shine there everlastingly." The man
a plot to assassinate the queen regent who could hold that
and to seize the person of the little 'Tis better to have fought and lost
queen, expelling her from Spain and Than never to have fought at all;'
bringing in Don Carlos, who is a spent
firework, but a republic, a more danwho could rally the faint-hearted with gerous firework, that usually bursts in the thought that their individual effort the hands of those that light it. This might be all that was needed to gain a plot has been finally put into shape by victory; who could declare that “it forti- a letter-” fied his soul to know that though he He paused, tapped on the table with perished, truth was so;" who could his bony fingers, and glanced at Esdeny himself every comfortable belief tella. that seemed touched by doubt, and yet "A letter which has been going the be ever conscious of
round of all the malcontents in the
Peninsula. Each faction-leader, to The strong current flowing show that he has read it and agrees to Right onward to the eternal shore;
obey its commands, initials the letter.
It has then been returned to an inter-such a man as this is one to whom mediary, who sends it to the nextthe world may well turn in the doubt
never by post, unless unavoidable, beand turmoil that will inevitably arise when mere success has become dis- hand, and usually by the hand of
cause the post is watched-always by credited, and when once more the cry goes up, “Who will show us any good?'
, person innocent of its contents.”
“Yes," murmured the general abAnd then the fact will be realized that Arthur Hugh Clough, though not in sently, and there was a queer little tri
umphant smile on Estella's lips. 1 There is something of a puzzle about these two
"To think," cried Concha, with a suclines. They occur in a poem—“Peschiera” writ- den fire less surprising in Spain than ten in 1849 in the same metre as “ In Memoriam,” iu England—“to think that we have all which was not published till 1851, and which con- seen it, have touched it! Name of 1 tained the lines
saint, I had it under my hand, alone “ 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to bave loved at all.'
1 Copyright, 1897, by Henry Seton Merriman,
and unobserved in the hotel at Al. hopelessness. "What is, is worst," he geciras, and I left it on the table. And seemed to say. His yellow, wise old now it has been the round, and all the eyes watched the quick face with the initials are placed upon it, and it is for air of one who, having posed an unsolvto-morrow."
able problem, awaits with a sarcastic "Where have you learnt this?" asked humor the admission of failure. the general, in a voice that made Es- General Vincente, who had just fintella look at him. She had never seen ished his wine, wiped his moustache him as his enemies had seen him, and delicately with his pocket-handkereven they confessed that he was al- chief. He was thinking quickly, sys. ways visible enough in action. Per tematically, as men learn to think haps there was another man behind under fire. the personality of this deprecating, Perhaps, indeed, he had the thoughts pleasant spoken, little sybarite-a man half-matured in his mind, as the great. who only appeared (oh,
avis !) est general the world has when he was wanted.
fessed that he ever had, that he was "No matter!" replied Concha, in never taken' quite by surprise, Vinvoice as hard and sharp.
cente smiled as he thought, a habit he "No, after all, it is of no matter so had acquired on the field, where a staff, long as your information is reliable.” and perhaps a whole army, took its cue
"You may stake your life on that," from his face and read the turn of forsaid Concha, and remembered the tune there. Then he looked up straight words ever after.
at Estella, who was watching him. "It has been decided to make this "Can you start on a journey now, in journey from Seville to Madrid the op- five minutes?" he asked. portunity of assassinating the queen “Yes," she answered, rising and go. regent.”
ing toward the door. “It will not be the first time they "Have you a white mantilla among have tried,” put in the general.
your travelling things?" he asked “No; but this time they will succeeil, again. and it is to be here to-morrow night, in Estella turned at the doorway and Toledo. After the queen regent's nodded. death, and in the confusion that will "Then take it with you and a cloak, supervene, the little queen will disap- but no heavy luggage." pear, and then upon the rubbish-heap Estella closed the door. will spring up the mushrooms, as they "You can come with us?" said the did in France, and this rubbish-heap, general to Concha, half command, half like the other, will foul the air of all interrogation. Europe."
"If you wish it." He shook his head pessimistically till "You may be wanted. I have a plan the long, wispy grey hair waved from a little plan," and he gave a short side to side, and his left hand, resting laugh. "It may succeed.” on the wrist-bone on the table, made He went to a side-table, where some an indescribable gesture that showed cold meats still stood, and taking up a
fætid air tainted by darksome small chicken daintily with a fork, he growths.
folded it in a napkin. There was a silence in the room, bro. “It will be Saturday," he said simken by no outside sound but the clink ply, “before we have reached our jourof champed bits as the horses stood in ney's end, and you will be hungry. their traces below. Indeed, the city of Have you a pocket?" Toledo seemed strangely still this "Has a priest a pocket?" asked Conevening, and the very air had a sense cha, with a grim humor, and he slipped of waiting in it. The priest sat and the provisions into the folds of his caslooked at his lifelong friend, his fur- sock. He was still eating a biscuit hurrowed face the incarnation of cynical riedly.