roguery has been made out, and even if the deception were shown to have been wilful, she would bespeak forgiveness. If he wrongs his friend, he "wrongs himself more," and in "the silent court of justice in his breast," in which he is both judge and jury, he will be condemned. Perhaps, after all, he meant well. The husband remains unconvinced. In that silent court of hers, a man may, he says, be counsel for himself, and then he quotes what he calls an "old satire," but which really is a masterly imitation by Tennyson of our old English satiric style. I am not sure whether it was Dryden or Cowper that he had in view, and I cannot help thinking that he must have been influenced, in composing the lines, by Crabbe. The first line will recall Dryden's "With two left legs and Judas-coloured hair.” "With all his conscience and one eye askew, So false, he partly took himself for true; Made Him his catspaw and the Cross his tool, Dropping the too rough H in Hell and Heaven, To spread the Word by which himself had thriven." He asks his wife how she likes this. Her answer honours Tennyson, and is, by implication, one of the noblest tributes ever paid to the heart-wisdom of woman. "Nay," she said, "I loathe it; he had never kindly heart, Who first wrote satire, with no pity in it." It is impossible for me to quote the dreams, one dreamed by the clerk, the other by his wife, to which the poem owes its name, and apart from which it might seem an ethically suggestive but somewhat prosaic performance. In one of them-the husband's-the results of speculation are poetically contrasted with those of honest work; in the otherthe wife's there seems to be an imaginative shadowing forth of the general revolutionary movement of these times, and of the battle of Churches and Sects, of creeds and scepticisms, through all which,-an echo, shall I say? of the indestructible harmony in her own heart,—she hears a note of Divine music. Readers will find much food for musing in these dreams. But we have not quite done with the narrative part of the poem. The wife has seen some one from the town, and has news "later by an hour" than her husband's. She speaks: "The man your eye pursued. A little after you had parted with him, He suddenly dropt dead of heart-disease." "Dead? he? of heart-disease? what heart had he Ah, dearest, if there be A devil in man, there is an angel too, And if he did that wrong you charge him with, His angel broke his heart." The woman has her triumph. "I do forgive him," says the husband. There is not a nobler heroine in literature than this wife of a city clerk, and I see no reason to believe that there are not many such to be found in London. In Enoch Arden, Tennyson deals with a subject which might have had charms for Crabbe, but Crabbe would have loaded the shadows too much; in Tennyson's handling the poem is sad but not painful. The hero, Enoch Arden, is beyond rivalry the principal personage in the tale, and his heroism is at once of the loftiest and simplest order. He is an unlucky man, but invincible; his brain is ordinary; morally he is sublime. His duty, however hard it may be, is always clear to him; and, without any consciousness that he is acting heroically, he always proves equal to it. Harder duty, however, has seldom fallen to any man than his. Enoch Arden, a rough sailor's lad, Philip Ray, the miller's only son, and pretty Annie Lee, played together as children beneath the cliffs that faced the breakers, on the beach of a small seaport town— Played Among the waste and lumber of the shore, The literal accuracy of these lines is almost comical. Go to Deal and you will see precisely such a shore. Enoch and Philip both love Annie, and the three play at keeping house in a cave which runs in below the cliff. Annie was willing enough to be "little wife to both," but at heart loved Enoch best. He was at first successful; prospered in his fishing, made himself full sailor on board a merchantman, and before he was twenty-one, purchased a boat, and married her. First a daughter, then a son, were born to them, and all things continued to go well with Enoch until he fell from a mast and broke a limb. While he lay recovering, a third son, a sickly one, was born. Meanwhile, some one stept in and snatched away his trade: 66 And on him fell, To see his children leading evermore Low miserable lives of hand-to-mouth, And her he loved, a beggar: then he pray'd, 66 'Save them from this, whatever comes to me." While he prayed," the master of the ship in which he had served heard of his misfortune, and came and offered to take him as boatswain. Enoch consented at once, "rejoicing at that answer to his prayer." He resolved to sell his boat, set Annie up in a little shop stocked "with all that seamen needed or their wives," and go on a long voyage. Annie disliked the scheme, was sure that evil would come of it, and entreated him not to go. It was in vain. All his Annie's fears, Save, as his Annie's, were a laughter to him. Very notable is the stress which the poet lays upon the religion of Enoch. This is an entirely different thing from the virtue of Dickens's poor men, which, except for an enthusiasm about Christmas, dependent chiefly on roast turkey and plum-pudding, has no more connection with Christianity than with the gods of Homer. The fact is that, generally speaking, those of our villagers and sailors who are conspicuous for morality and virtue are religious men. At last Enoch bids Annie farewell. Before he went he kissed his two elder children; the sickly one, asleep in his cot, he would not waken. But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. The sickly child died. Annie had no success in trade, and but for the delicately tendered help of Philip Ray, would have sunk into poverty. When ten years had gone by and nothing had been heard of Enoch, Philip asked her to marry him. In the twelfth year she became his wife. Enoch, meanwhile, had been wrecked upon a tropic island. Once likewise, in the ringing of his ears, A ship took him off, and he returned to England. So completely was he changed that it was easy for him to live in the same town with Annie and Philip without being discovered. In the darkness he went and looked in at the window, and saw his wife and children in perfect comfort round Philip's hearth. After this peep into the domestic heaven which he had lost, he crept from the garden "out upon the waste." There he fell prone, and prayed. 66 “Too hard to bear! why did they take me thence ? O God Almighty, blessed Saviour, Thou That didst uphold me on my lonely isle, Uphold me, Father! aid me, give me strength Not to tell her, never to let her know." He had now a new purpose in life, and with heroic fortitude he set himself to carry it out. He was not all unhappy. His resolve But he did not live long. When he knew death to be at hand, he told the woman with whom he had lodged, under promise on the Book of secrecy until after his death, who he was, and bade her give Annie the lock of his dead child's |