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of English shores as we neared the mouth left those who till then, under a great of the Thames; and then the dismal inn man's shelter and keeping, hadby the docks where we first took shelter. The dreary room where we children
Rested as under the boughs slept the first night, its dingy ugliness
Of a mighty oak. and its barred windows, still come back
Bare, unshaded, alone. to me as a vision of horror. Next day, He had been his father's special favorlike angels of rescue, came an aunt and ite among the elder children, as shown uncle, who took us away to other and by some verses in my possession adcheerful quarters, and presently saw dressed to him as a small boy, at differus off to Westmorland. The aunt was ent times, by “the Doctor." Those who my godmother, Doctor Arnold's eldest know their Tom Brown's Schooldays will daughter-then the young wife of Will- perhaps remember the various passages iam Edward Forster, a Quaker manu in the book where the softer qualities of facturer, who afterwards became the the man whom “three hundred reckless well-known Education Minister of 1870, childish boys" feared with all their and was Chief Secretary for Ireland in hearts, “and very little besides in heaven the terrible years 1880-82.
or earth," are made plain, without any To my mother and her children, Fox sentimentality. Arthur's illness, for inHow and its inmates represented much stance, when the little fellow, who has that was new and strange. My mother been at death's door, tells Tom Brown, was the granddaughter of one of the who is at last allowed to see himfirst Governors of Tasmania, Governor "You can't think what the Doctor's like Sorell, who was probably of French de when one's ill. He said such brave and scent; and she had been brought up in tender and gentle things to me-I felt the colony, except for a brief schooling at quite light and strong after it, and never Brussels. Of her personal beauty in had any more fear.” °Or East's talk with youth we children heard much, as we the Doctor, when the lively boy of many grew up, from her old Tasmanian friends
scrapes has a moral return upon himself and kinsfolk who would occasionally -and says to his best friend—“You drift across us; and I see, as though I had can't think how kind and gentle he was, been there, a scene often described to the great grim man, whom I've feared me-my mother playing Hermione in more than anybody on earth.
When I the “Winter's Tale," at Government stuck, he lifted me, just as if I'd been a House when Sir William Denison was little child. And he seemed to know all Governor-a vision, lovely and motion I'd felt, and to have gone through it all.” less, on her pedestal, till at the words This tenderness and charm of a strong “Music! awake her! Strike!” she kin man, which in Stanley's biography is dled into life.
specially mentioned as growing more and My father was the second son of Doc more visible in the last months of his tor Arnold of Rugby, and the younger
life, was always there for his children. brother — by only eleven months of In a letter written in 1828 to his sister
, Matthew Arnold. On that morning of when my father as a small child not yet June 12, 1842, when the Headmaster
five was supposed to be dying, Arnold who in fourteen years' rule at Rugby had
says, trying to steel himself against the made himself so conspicuous a place, not bitterness of coming loss-_“I might have merely in the public school world, but loved him, had he lived, too dearlyin English life generally, arose, in the
you know how deeply I do love him words of his poet son—to tread
And three years later, when In the summer morning, the road
"little Tom," on his eighth birthday, Of death, at a call unforeseen
had just said wistfully with a curious Sudden
foreboding instinct- I think that the
eight years I have now lived will be the my father, a boy of eighteen, was in happiest of my life"-Arnold, painfully the house, and witnessed the fatal at struck by the words, wrote some verses tack of angina pectoris which, in two
upon them which I still hours, cut short a memorable career, and Doctor” was no poet, though the best
of his historical prose—the well-known The answer, of course, in the mouth of passage in the Roman History, for in a Christian teacher is that in Christianstance, on the death of Marcellus—has ity alone is there both present joy and many of the essential notes of poetry future hope. The passages in Arnold's passion, strength, music. But the gentle most intimate diary, discovered after his Wordsworthian quality of his few essays death, and published by Dean Stanley, in verse will be perhaps interesting to show what the Christian faith was to my those who are aware of him chiefly as grandfather, how closely bound up with
the great Liberal fighter of eighty years ago. He replies to his little son Is it that aught prophetic stirred Thy spirit to that ominous word,
Foredating in thy childish mind The fortune of thy Life's careerThat nought of brighter bliss shall cheer
What still remains behind ? Or is thy Life so full of bliss That come what may, more blessed than this
Thou canst not be again?
The years of older men?
Of good our thoughts can reach. Where can we learn so blest a rule, What wisest sage, what happiest school,
Art so divine can teach?
every action and feeling of his life. The impression made by his conception of that faith, as interpreted by his own daily life, upon a great school, and, through the many strong and able men who went out from it, upon English thought and feeling, is a part of English religious history.
But curiously enough the impression upon
his own sons appeared, at any rate, to be less strong and lasting than in the case of others. I mean, of course, in the matter of opinion. The famous father died, and his children had to face the world without his guiding hand. Matthew and Tom, William and Edward, the four eldest sons, went in due time to Oxford, and the youngest boy into the Navy. My grandmother made her home at Fox How under the shelter of
the fells, with her four daughters, the had never dreamed; and to loosen the youngest of whom was only eight when bands of an austere conception of life, their father died. The devotion of all which began to appear to them too the nine children to their mother, to rigid for the facts of life. Wilhelm each other, and to the common home Meister, read in Carlyle's translation at was never weakened for a moment by the same time, exercised a similar libthe varieties of opinion that life was sure erating and enchanting power upon my to bring out in the strong brood of father. The social enthusiasms of strong parents.
But the development George Sand also affected him greatly, of the two elder sons at the University strengthening whatever he had inherited was probably very different from what of his father's generous discontent with it would have been had their father lived. an iron world, where the poor suffer too Neither of them, indeed, ever showed, much and work too hard. And this diswhile there, the smallest tendency to the content, when the time came for him “Newmanisın” which Arnold of Rugby to leave Oxford, assumed a form which had fought with all his powers; which startled his friends. he had denounced with such vehemence He had done very well at Oxford, takin the Edinburgh article on “The Oxford ing his two First Classes with ease, and Malignants.” My father was at Oxford was offered a post in the Colonial Office all through the agitated years which immediately on leaving the University. preceded Newman's secession from the But the time was full of schemes for a Anglican communion. He had rooms in new heaven and a new earth, wherein University College in the High Street, should dwell equality and righteousness. a stone's throw from St. Mary's, in The storm of '48 was preparing in Euwhich John Henry Newman, then its
rope; the Corn Laws had fallen; the Vicar, delivered Sunday after Sunday Chartists were gathering in England. those sermons which will never be for- To settle down to the old humdrum gotten by the Anglican Church. But my round of Civil Service promotion seemed father only once crossed the street to
to my father impossible. This revolt of hear him, and was then repelled by the his, and its effect upon his friends, of mannerism of the preacher. Matthew whom the most intimate was Arthur Arnold occasionally went, out of admira- Clough, has left its mark on Clough's tion, my father used to say, for that poem, the "Vacation Pastoral.” which strange Newmanic power of words, he called “The Bothie of Tober-nawhich in itself fascinated the young Vuolich,” or, as it runs in my
father's Balliol poet, who was to produce his first old battered copy which lies before mevolume of poems two years after New “Tober-na-Fuosich.” The Philip of the man's secession to the Church of Rome.
poem, the dreamer, and democrat, who But he was never touched in the smallest
says to Adam the Tutor degree by Newman's opinions. He and my father and Arthur Clough, and a few
Alas, the noted phrase of the prayer-book other kindred spirits, lived indeed in
Doing our duty in that state of life to which quite another world of thought. They God has called
us, discovered George Sand, Emerson and
Seems to me always to mean, when the litCarlyle; and orthodox Christianity no tle rich boys say it, longer seemed to them the sure refuge Standing in velvet frock by Mama's brothat it had always been to the great caded flounces, teacher who trained them as boys. Eying her gold-fastened book, and the chain There are many allusions of many dates and watch at her bosom, in the letters of my father and uncle Seems to me always to mean, Eat, drink, to each other, as to their common Ox and never mind others ford passion for George Sand. Consuelo, in particular, was a revelation to the —was in broad outline drawn from my two young men brought up under the father, and the impression made by his “earnest” influence of Rugby. It idealist, enthusiastic youth upon his seemed to open to them a world of comrades. And Philip's migration to artistic beauty and joy of which they New Zealand at the end—when he
rounded the sphere to New Zealand, depend on summer or winter. It is the There he hewed and dug; subdued the chronic, not the acute ills of London life earth and his spirit
which are real ills to me. I meant to have -was certainly suggested by my father's talked to you again before I left home about
New Zealand, but I could not find a good similar step in 1847, the year before the poem appeared. Only in my father's opportunity., I do not think you will be life there had been as yet no parallel intention-though you may think me wrong,
surprised to hear that I cannot give up my to the charming love story of “The
you will believe that no cold-heartedness Bothie." His love-story awaited him on toward home has assisted me in framing my the other side of the world.
resolution. Where or how we shall meet He writes to his mother in August
on this side the grave will be arranged for
us by a wiser will than our own. 1847 from the Colonial Office:
however strange and paradoxical it may Everyone whom I meet pities me for hav sound, this going to New Zealand is become ing to return to London at this dull season, a work of faith, and I cannot but go through but to my own feelings, it is not worse than with it. at other times. The things which would make me loathe the thought of passing my
A little later he writes to her in vague life or even several years in London, do not exalted words of the "equality" and
"brotherhood” to which he looks for your friends that you are acting wisely, ward in the new land; winding up with considerately, in giving up what you have. an account of his life in London, its daily Spartam quam nactus es, orna-was Niework at the Colonial Office, his walks,
buhr's word to me when once, about 1825, the occasional evenings at the Opera
wearied with diplomatic life, I resolved to where he worships Jenny Lind, his read- Zealand, but to a German university. Let
throw up my place, and go-not to New ings and practisings in his lodgings. My
me say that concluding word to you and poor father! He little knew what he was
believe me, my dear young friend giving up, or the real conditions of the
Your sincere and affectionate friend life to which he was going.
BUNSEN. For though the Philip of “The P.S. If you feel disposed to have half Bothie" may have "hewed and dug” to an hour's quiet conversation with me alone, good purpose in New Zealand, success in pray come to-day at six o'clock, and then colonial farming was a wild and feeting
dine with us quietly at half-past six. I go dream in my father's case. He was born
to-morrow to Windsor Castle for four days. for Academic life and a scholar's pur
Nothing could have been kinder, suits. He had no practical gifts, and nothing more truly felt and meant. But knew nothing whatever of land or farm the young make their own experience, ing. He had only courage, youth, sin and my father, with the smiling open cerity, and a charming presence which look which disarmed opposition, and made him friends at sight. His mother, disguised all the time a certain stubborn indeed, with her gentle wisdom, put nó independence of will, characteristic of obstacles in his way. On the contrary,
him through life, took his own way. He she remembered that her husband had went to New Zealand, and now that it felt a keen imaginative interest in the was done, the interest and sympathy of colonies, and had bought small sections all his family followed him. of land near Wellington, which his sec
But of course the inevitable happened. ond son now proposed to take up and After a few valiant but quite futile atfarm. But some of the old friends of the tempts to clear his land with his own family felt and expressed consternation. hands, or with the random labor he In particular Baron Bunsen, then Prus could find to help him, the young colsian Ambassador to England, Arnold of onist fell back on the education he had Rugby's dear and faithful friend, wrote held so cheap in England, and bravely a letter of earnest and affectionate re took school-work wherever in the rising monstrance to the would-be colonist. townships of the infant colony he could Let me quote it, if only that it may re find it. Meanwhile his youth and his mind me of days long ago, when it was pluck, and his Oxford distinctions, had still possible for a strong and tender attracted the kindly notice of the Govfriendship to exist between a Prussian ernor, Sir George Grey, who offered him and an Englishman!
his private secretaryship-one can imag-
when he first came across my father
side Wellington! The offer was gratemuch greater difficulties perhaps than you
fully refused. But another year of New imagine-who was your father's dear friend
Zealand life brought second thoughts. -who feels deeply attached to all that bears
The exile begins to confess his "lonelithe honored and blessed name of Arnold ness” in his letters home, and to realize who in particular had your father's promise that it is collision” with other kindred that he would allow me to offer to you, minds that “kindles the spark of after I had seen you in 1839, something of thought, and it is in the eye of a dear and that care and friendship he had bestowed
true friend that one sees a whole world upon Henry-(Bunsen's own son)-do not reject the warning voice of that man, if he
of possibilities opening before one." entreats you solemnly not to take a precipi
A few months later, Sir William Denitate step. Give yourself time. Try a change son, the newly appointed Governor of of scene. Go for a month or two to France Van Diemen's Land, hearing that a son or Germany. I am sure you wish to satisfy of Arnold of Rugby, an Oxford First