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Etna" appeared, but was soon withdrawn from MATTHEW ARNOLD.
circulation, though afterwards acknowledged and
reprinted in “ New Poems." About 1853 Mr. HE delightful story of Tom Brown at
Arnold published the first series of his poems,
selected from these volumes with fresh additions, unique and lasting fame, and made every school
and followed it with a second series of a similar boy his debtor for life, would hardly have been
character. In these collections the world saw that written but for the character given that school by
a new poet had arisen to whom it must listen. He Dr. Thomas Arnold from 1828 to 1842, and the
was welcome. The poems were republished in most celebrated teacher of boys the English
1856, and Mr. Arnold was elected to the Chair of speaking world has known. A native of the Isle
Poetry at Oxford, following the Rev. Thomas Leigh of Wight, and graduate, in 1811, of Corpus Christi
Claughton, and contesting the election with the College, Oxford, Mr. Arnold, in 1820, married
Rev. John Ernest Bode, one of the most dis. Miss Mary Penrose, the daughter of a clergyman,
tinguished members of the University. This and settled as a private tutor at Laleham, a Middle.
professorship Mr. Arnold held for ten years, doing sex hamlet of half-a-thousand souls. Here, on
much in poetry and criticism beside discharging · December 24, 1822, his son, Matthew, was born.
his official duties for which, perhaps, no incumbent The father was best known in after years as an
was ever better qualified. “Merope,” the most essayist, educator, preacher and historian. Yet
classical of all Mr. Arnold's poems, appeared in the passion of poetry was very strong within him
1858, but was not successful at the time. “Atlanta and, although he did little if any work in that
in Calydon” followed, creating a stir in the literary field, his own poetic spirit, developed in his son,
world by its force and power, no less than by its has left us a rich legacy of verse.
violations of some of the fundamental laws of Laleham was a fit cradle for the infant poet. It
tragedy. reposes in picturesque beauty on a green bank
In 1859-60, Mr. Arnold was sent abroad by the of the Thames, opposite that Chertsey whither Government as an assistant to the commission Cowley fled from the bustle of the little London of
to inquire into the state of education in France, his day to enjoy the literary leisure of which
Germany and Holland, upon which he submitted cities are the foe. Here, in the quietude of
an elaborate report. The next year. he published Laleham, the first six years of Matthew Arnold's
his lectures on translating Homer, which involved life were passed. In 1828 his father having been
him in a spirited controversy with professor Newordained, the removal of the family to Rugby
man, whose translation Mr. Arnold had sharply changed its life from rest to action. It was the
criticised. In 1865, his “Essays in Criticism" opposite of Laleham - no dreamy contemplation
appeared, after which he again visited the Conthere, but, instead, the busy routine of the school
tinent on an errand similar to his first journey. for boys. The outward life of Matthew Arnold
In 1867 he published “New Poems,” followed by at Rugby was that which we read of in Mr. . a volume on Celtie literature. In this year Mr. Hughes's wonderful tale, doubtless somewhat modi.
Arnold relinquished the Chair of Poetry at Oxford, fied by his relationship to the head master. His
to give himself entirely to the criticism and lectures first poetic triumph worthy of note occurred on his
which, with miscellaneous work, occupied the later leaving school, when he won the prize poem and years of his life. The degree of Doctor in Laws was elected to a scholarship at Balliol. These was conferred upon him by Edinburgh University, Balliol scholarships always have been hard to win,
in 1869, and by his own college in 1870.
In 1876 and at no time were they enjoyed by a more remark he was made a Commander of the Crown of Italy able set of men than in 1810-44. Among them
in recognition of his services to the young Duke of Matthew Arnold easily held his own. Although
Genoa, who made one of Mr. Arnold's family disappointed of a first-class, he won the coveted while pursuing his studies in England. Newdigate prize for English verse in 1843, his Mr. Arnold visited America in 1884, and again theme being, “Oliver Cromwell," and was elected
two years later. His frank criticisms upon our Fellow of Oriel College, March 28, 18.45 — just
ways were not relished by many although his strictthirty years after his father received the same ures were far less severe than those to which he fellowship
habitually treated his own nation. In 1847, Mr. Arnold became private secretary to On Sunday, April 17, 1888, while walking in Lord Lansdowne, whom he served until 1851, when Liverpool after church--to which city Mr. Arnold he married and was appointed a Lay Inspector had gone to meet his daughter on her return from of Schools under the Committee of Council on
America, he was suddenly stricken down by disEducation. In 1848 the poet published his first ease, and died. He was interred in the little collection of verse, “ The Strayed Revellers, and churchyard at Laleham, amid the peaceful scenes Other Poems," veiling his identity under a modest of his early childhood.
A. G, B. initial A. Four years later, Empedocles on
Yet show her once, ye heavenly Powers, One of some worthier race than ours! One for whose sake she once might prove How deeply she who scorns can love.
His eyes be like the starry lights-
And she to him will reach her hand,
Then will she weep; with smiles, till then,
avering, deep disdain.
TOO LATE. Each on his own strict line we move, And some find death ere they find love; So far apart their lives are thrown From the twin soul that halves their own. And sometimes, by still harder fate, The lovers meet, but meet too late. -Thy heart is mine!-- True, trme! ah, true! - Then, love, thy hand!dh no! Adieu!
Dost thou to-night behold,
SELF-DECEPTION. SAY, what blinds us, that we claim the glory Of possessing powers not our share? -Since man woke on earth, he knows his story, But, before we woke on earth, we were.
Long, long since, undower'd yet, our spirit Roam'd, ere birth, the treasuries of God;
Saw the gifts, the powers it might inherit, Ask'd an outfit for its earthly road.
Then, as now, this tremulous, eager being Strain'd and long'd and grasp'd each gift it saw; Then, as now, a Power beyond our seeing Staved us back, and gave our choice the law.
Ah, whose hand that day through Heaven guided
For, alas! he left us each retaining
And on earth we wander, groping, reeling;
We but dream we have our wish'd-for powers,
PERSISTENCY OF POETRY. Though the Muse be gone away, Though she move not earth to-day, Souls, erewhile who caught her word, Ah! still harp on what they heard.
A CAUTION TO POETS.
What poets feel not, when they make,
A pleasure in creating.
Pleasure in contemplating,
Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you,
Wouldst thou be as these are ? Live as they.
* Unaffrighted by the silence round them,
“And with joy the stars perform their shining,
“ Bounded by themselves, and unregardful
() air-born voice! long since, severely clear,
Their love, let me know, must grow strong and
yet stronger, Their passion burn more, ere it ceases to burn. They must love — while they must! but the hearts
that love longer Are rare --- ah! most loves but flow once, and return.
-A Modern Sappho.
WEAP.Y of myself, and sick of asking
And a look of passionate desire
“Ah, once more," I cried, "ye stars, ye waters, On my heart your mighty charm renew;
A wanderer is man from his birth.
- The Future,
SUMMER. Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on,
Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet-William with his homely cottage-smell,
And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar,
And open, jasmine-muffled lattices,
And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
- Thyrsis. HEINE.
The Spirit of the world,
But we, brought forth and rear'd in hours
- In Memory of Obermann.
No painter yet hath such a way,
- Epilogue to Lessing's Laocvn.
Back out to sea, to the deep waves of death,
- Sohrab and Rustuun,
Better to live a serf, a captured man,
- Tristram and Iseull.
To the lips, ah! of others
Those lips have been prest,
Were strain'd to that breast;
Our spirits have grown.
- Faded Leares.
DOUBT. He treats doubt the best who tries to see least ill.
-Empedocles on Etna.
That chance will bring us through; But our own acts, for good or ill, are mightier powers.
- Ibid. WEARINESS.
Vor does being weary prove that he has where to