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The description is slightly- touched with the humorous hyperbole characteristic of its author; but it is in substance just, and I cannot but wish that it were possible, within the limits of a preface, to set out the whole of it in excuse for the many inevitable shortcom- ings of this volume. Having thus made an " exhibit " of it, there would only remain to add that the difficulties with which De Quincey confronts an intending biographer of Coleridge must necessarily be multiplied many-fold by the conditions under which this work is here attempted. No complete biography of Coleridge, at least on any important scale of dimensions, is in existence ; no critical appreciation of his work as a whole, and as correlated with the circum- stances and affected by the changes of his life, has, so far as I am aware, been attempted. To perform either of these two tasks adequately, or even with any approach to adequacy, a writer should at least have the elbow-room of a portly vol- ume. To attempt the two together, therefore, and to attempt them within the limits prescribed to the manuals of this series, is an enterprise which I think should claim, from all at least who are not offended by its audacity, an almost un- bounded indulgence. ti PREFATORY NOTE. The supply of material for a Life of Coleridge is fairiy plentiful, though it is not very easily come by. For the most part it needs to be hunted up or fished up— those accustomed to the work will appreciate the difference between the two processes — from a considerable variety of contemporary doc- uments. Completed biography of the poet-philosopher there is none, as has been said, in existence; and the one volume of the unfinished Life left us by Mr. Gillman— a name never to be mentioned with disrespect, however difficult it may sometimes be to avoid doing so, by any one who honours the name and genius of Coleridge — covers, and that in but a loose and rambling fashion, no more than a few years. Mr. Cottle's Becollections of Southey^ Wordsworth, and Coleridge contains some valuable information on certain points of im- portance, as also does the Letters, Conversations, etc., of 8. T. C. by Mr. AUsop. Miss Meteyard's Group of Eminent English- men throws much light on the relations between Coleridge and his early patrons, the Wedgwoods. Everything, wheth- er critical or biographical, that De Quincey wrote on Cole- ridgian matters requires, with whatever discount, to be care- fully studied. The Life of Wordsworth, by the Bishop of St. Andrews; The Correspondence of Southey ; the Rev. Der- went Coleridge's brief account of his father's life and writ- ings ; and the prefatory memoir prefixed to the 1880 edition of Coleridge's Poetical and Dramatic WorTcs, have all had to be consulted. But, after all, there remain several tantalising gaps in Coleridge's life which refuse to be bridged over ; and one cannot but think that there must be enough unpublished matter in the possession of his relatives, and the representa- tives of his friends and correspondents, to enable some at least, though doubtless not all, of these missing links to be supplied. Perhaps upon a fitting occasion, and for an ade- quate purpose, these materials would be forthcoming. CONTENTS. POETICAL PERIOD. CHAPTER I. 1772-1794. BIBTH, PARENTAGE, AND EARLY YEARS. — CHRIST'S HOSPITAL. — JESUS COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE Page 1 CHAPTER II. 1794-1797. THE BRISTOL LECTURES.— MARRIAGE. — LIFE AT CLEVEDON. — THE "WATCHMAN." — RETIREMENT TO STOWEY. — INTRODUC- TION TO WORDSWORTH 17 CHAPTER III. 1797-1799. COLERIDGE AND WORDSWORTH. — PUBLICATION OP THE "LYR- ICAL BALLADS." — THE "ANCIENT MARINER." — THE FIRST PART OF "CHRISTABEL." — DECLINE OF COLERIDGE'S POETIC IMPULSE. — FINAL REVIEW OF HIS POETRY 37 viii CONTENTS. CRITICAL PERIOD. CHAPTER IV. 1799-1800. VISIT TO GERMAJSTT. — LIFE AT GOTTINGEN. — RETUBN. — EX- PLOREB THE LAEF COUNTRY. — LONDON. — THE "MORNING POST." — COLERIDGE AS A JOURNALIST. — RETIREMENT TO KESWICK Page 67 CHAPTER V. 1800-1804. LIFE AT KESWICK. — SECOND PART OF " CHRISTAEEL." — FAIL- ING HEALTH. — RESORT TO OPIUM. — THE "ODE TO DEJEC- TION." — INCREASING RESTLESSNESS. —VISIT TO MALTA . 84 CHAPTER VI. 1806-1809. STAY AT MALTA. — ITS INJURIOUS EFFECTS. — RETURN TO ENG- LAND. — MEETING WITH DE QUINCEY. — RESIDENCE IN LON- DON. — FIRST SERIES OF LECTURES 101 CHAPTER VII. 1809-1810. RETURN TO THE LAKES. — FROM KESWICK TO GRASMERE. — WITH WORDSWORTH AT ALLAN BANK. — THE "FRIEND." — QUITS THE LAKE COUNTRY FOREVER 117 CONTENTS. ix CHAPTER VIII. 1810-1816. LONDON AGAIN. — SECOND KECOTJESE TO JOUENALISM. — THE "courier" articles. — THE SHAKESPEARE LECTURES. — PRODUCTION OF "REMORSE." — AT BRISTOL AGAIN AS LECTURER. — RESIDENCE AT CALNE. — INCREASING ILL HEALTH AND EMBARRASSMENTS. — RETIREMENT TO MR. gillman's Page 136 METAPHYSICAL AND THEOLOGICAL PERIOD. CHAPTER IX. 1816-1818. life at HIGHG ate.— renewed activity.— PUBLICATIONS AND REPUBLICATIONS. — THE " BIOGRAPHIA LITERARIA." — THE LECTURES OF 1818. — COLERIDGE AS A SHAKESPEARIAN CRITIC 145 CHAPTER X. 1818-1834. CLOSING YEARS. — TEMPORARY RENEWAL OP MONEY TROU- BLES. — THE "AIDS TO REFLECTION." — GROWING WEAKNESS. — VISIT TO GERMANY WITH THE WORDSWORTHS. — LAST ILL- NESS AND DEATH 160 CHAPTER XI. Coleridge's metaphysics and theology. — the "spiritual philosophy" OF MR. GREEN ......... 173 I* X CONTENTS. CHAPTER XII. COLERIDGB'B position in his later tears. — HIS DISCOURSE. — HIS INFLUENCE ON CONTEMPORAHY THOUGHT. — FINAL RE- VIEW OP HIS INTELLECTUAL WORK . . . c . Page 185 COLERIDGE. CHAPTER I. BIRTH, PARENTAGE, AKD EARLY YEARS. — CHRIST'S HOSPITAL. — JESUS COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. [1772-1Y94.] On the 21st of October, 1772, there was added to that roll of famous Englishmen of whom Devonshire boasts the par- entage a new and not its least illustrious name. Samuel Taylor Coleridge was the son of the Rev. John Cole- ridge, vicar of Ottery St. Mary in that county, and head- master of Henry VIH.'s Free Grammar School in the same town. He was the youngest child of a large family. To the vicar, who had been twice married, his first wife had borne three children, and his second ten. Of these latter, however, one son died in infancy ; four others, together with the only daughter of the family, passed away before Samuel had attained his majority ; and thus only three of his brothers, James, Edward, and George Coleridge, out- lived the eighteenth century. The first of these three sur- vivors became the father of Henry Nelson Coleridge — who married his cousin Sara, the poet's accomplished daughter, and edited his uncle's posthumous works — and of the late 2 COLERIDGE. ^ [chap. Mr. Justice Coleridge, himself the father of the present Lord Chief-Justice of England. Edward, the second of the three, went, like his eldest brother William, to Pembroke College, Oxford, and like him took orders; and George, also educated at the same college and for the same pro- fession, succeeded eventually to his father's benefice and school. The vicar himself appears from all accounts to have been a man of more mark than most rural incumbents, and probably than a good many schoolmasters of his day. He was a Hebrew scholar of some eminence, and the com- piler of a Latin grammar, in which, among other innova- tions designed to simplify the study of the language for " boys just initiated," he proposed to substitute for the name of "ablative" that of " quale-quare-quidditive case." The mixture of amiable simplicity and not unamiable ped- antry to which this stroke of nomenclature testifies was further illustrated in his practice of diversifying his ser- mons to his village flock with Hebrew quotations, which he always commended to their attention as " the imme- diate language of the Holy Ghost" — a practice which ex- posed his successor, himself a learned man, to the com- plaint of his rustic parishioners, that for all his erudition no "immediate language of the Holy Ghost" was ever to be heard from him. On the whole the Rev. John Cole- ridge appears to have been a gentle and kindly eccentric, whose combination of qualities may have w^ell entitled him to be compared, as his famous son was wont in after-life to compare him, to Parson Adams. Of the poet's mother we know little ; but it is to be gathered from such information as has come to us through Mr. Gillman from Coleridge himself, that, though reputed to have been a " woman of strong mind," she exercised less influence on the formation of her son's mind and char- I.] BOYHOOD AND SCHOOL-DAYS. 3 acter than has frequently been the case with the not re- markable mothers of remarkable men. " She was," says Mr. Gillman, " an uneducated woman, industriously atten- tive to her household duties, and devoted to the care of her husband and family. Possessing none even of the most common accomplishments of her day, she had neither love nor sympathy for the display of them in others. She disliked, as she would say, your * harpsichord ladies,' and strongly tried to impress upon her sons their little val- ue" (that is, of the accomplishments) "in their choice of wives." And the final judgment upon her is that she was " a very good woman, though, like Martha, over care- ful in many things; very ambitious for the advancement of her sons in life, but wanting, perhaps, that flow of heart which her husband possessed so largely." Of Coleridge's boyhood and school - days we are fortunate in being able to construct an unusually clear and complete idea. Both from his own autobiographic notes, from the traditionary testimony of his family, and from the no less valuable evidence of his most distinguished schoolfellow, we know that his youthful character and habits assign him very con- spicuously to that perhaps somewhat small class of eminent men whose boyhood has given distinct indications of great things to come. Coleridge is as pronounced a specimen of this class as Scott is of its opposite. Scott has shown the world how commonplace a boyhood may precede a maturity of extraordinary powers. In Coleridge's case a boy of truly extraordinary qualities was father to one of the most remarkable of men. As the youngest of ten children (or of thirteen, reckoning the vicar's family of three by his first wife), Coleridge attributes the early bent of his disposition to causes the potency of which one may be permitted to think that he has somewhat exaggerated. 4 COLERIDGE. [chap. It is not quite easy to believe that it was only through "certain jealousies of old Molly," his brother Frank's "dotingly fond nurse," and the infusions of these jeal- ousies into his brother's raind, that he was drawn " from life in motion to life in thought and sensation." The physical impulses of boyhood, where they exist in vigour, are not so easily discouraged, and it is probable that they were naturally weaker and the meditative tendency stronger than Coleridge in after-life imagined. But to continue : "I never played," he proceeds, "except by myself, and then only acting over what I had been reading or fancy- ing, or half one, half the other" (a practice common enough, it may be remarked, among boys of by no means morbidly imaginative habit), " cutting down weeds and nettles with a stick, as one of the seven champions of Christendom. Alas! I had all the simplicity, all the do- cility of the little child, but none of the child's habits. I never thought as a child — never had the language of a child." So it fared with him during the period of his home instruction, the first eight years of his life ; and his father having, as scholar and schoolmaster, no doubt noted the strange precocity of his youngest son, appears to have devoted especial attention to his training. " In my ninth year," he continues, " my most dear, most revered father died suddenly. O that I might so pass away, if, like him, I were an Israelite without guile. The image of my fa- ther, my revered, kind, learned, simple-hearted father, is a religion to me." Before he had attained his tenth year a presentation to Christ's Hospital was obtained for him by that eminent judge Mr. Justice Bnller, a former pupil of his father's ; and he was entered at the school on the 18 th July, 1782. His early bent towards poetry, though it displayed itself i] CHRIST'S HOSPITAL. 6 in youthful verse of unusual merit, is a less uncommon and arresting characteristic than his precocious speculative activity. Many a raw boy " lisps in numbers, for the num- bers come ;" but few discourse Alexandrian metaphysics at the same age, for the very good reason that the meta- physics as a rule do not " come." And even among those youths whom curiosity, or more often vanity, induces to dabble in sucb studies, one would find few indeed over whom they have cast such an irresistible spell as to es- trange them for a while from poetry altogether. That this was the experience of Coleridge we have his own words to show. His son and biographer, the Rev. Der- went Coleridge, has a little antedated the poet's stages of development in stating that when his father was sent to Christ's Hospital in his eleventh year he was " already a poet, and yet more characteristically a metaphysician." A poet, yes, and a precocious scholar perhaps to boot, but a metaphysician, no ; for " the delightful sketch of him by his friend and schoolfellow Charles Lamb " was pretty ev- idently taken not at " this period " of his life but some years later. Coleridge's own account of the matter in the Biographia Literaria ' is clear. " At a very premature age, even before my fifteenth year," he says, " I had be- wildered myself in metaphysics and in theological con- troversy. Nothing else pleased me. History and partic- ular facts lost all interest in my mind. Poetry (though for a schoolboy of that age I was above par in English versification, and had already produced two or three com- ' He tells us in the Biographia Literaria that he had translated the eight hymns of Synesius from the Greek into English anacreon- tics " before his fifteenth year." It is reasonable to suppose, there- fore, that he had more scholarship in 1782 than most boys of tea years. 6 COLERIDGE. [chap. positions which I may venture to say were somewhat above mediocrity, and which had gained me more credit than the sound good sense of my old master was at all pleased with), — poetry, itself, yea, novels and romance, became insipid to me." He goes on to describe how highly delighted he was if, during his friendless wanderings on leave-days, " any passenger, especially if he were dressed in black," would enter with him into a conversation, which he soon found the means of directing to his favourite subject of " provi- dence, foreknowledge, will, and fate ; fixed fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute." Undoubtedly, it is to this peri- od that one should refer Lamb's well-known description of " Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Logician, Metaphysician, Bard." " How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the joung Mirandula), to hear thee unfold in thy deep and sweet intonations the mysteries of lam- blichus or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in the Greek, or Pin- dar, while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed with the accents of the inspired cJuxrity-boy." It is interesting to note such a point as that of the " deep and sweet intonations " of the youthful voice — its most notable and impressive characteristic in after- life. Another schoolfellow describes the young philos- opher as "tall and striking in person, with long black hair," and as commanding " much deference " among his schoolfellows. Such was Coleridge between his fifteenth and seventeenth year, and such continued to be the state of his mind and the direction of his studies until he was won back again from what he calls " a preposterous pur- suit, injurious to his natural powers and to the progress of his education," by — it is difficult, even after the most pains- I.] CHRIST'S HOSPITAL. Y taking study of its explanations, to record the phenome- non without astonishment — a perusal of the sonnets of William Lisle Bowles. Deferring, however, for the pres- ent any research into the occult operation of this convert- ing agency, it will be enough to note Coleridge's own assurance of its perfect eflScacy. He was completely cured for the time of his metaphysical malady, and " well were it for me perhaps," he exclaims, " had I never relapsed into the same mental disease ; if I had continued to pluck the flowers and reap the harvest from the cultivated sur- face instead of delving in the unwholesome quicksilver mines of metaphysic depths." And he goes on to add, in a passage full of the peculiar melancholy beauty of his prose, and full too of instruction for the biographer, " But if, in after- time, I have sought a refuge from bodily pain and mismanaged sensibility in abstruse researches, which exercised the strength and subtlety of the understanding without awakening the feelings of the heart, there was a long and blessed interval, during which my natural facul- ties were allowed to expand and my original tendencies to develop themselves — my fancy, and the love of nature, and the sense of beauty in forms and sounds." This " long and blessed interval " endured, as we shall see, for some eleven or twelve years. His own account of his seduction from the paths of poetry by the wiles of philosophy is that physiology acted as the go-between. His brother Luke had come up to London to walk the hospitals, and young Samuel's insatia- ble intellectual curiosity immediately inspired him with a desire to share his brother's pursuit. " Every Saturday I could make or obtain leave, to the London Hospital trudged L 0! the bliss if I was permitted to hold the plasters or attend the dressings. ... I became wild to be appren- B 2 8 COLERIDGE. [c^af. ticed to a surgeon ; English, Latin, yea, Greek books of medicine read I incessantly, Blanchard's Latin Medical Dictionary I had nearly by heart. Briefly, it was a wild dream, which, gradually blending with, gradually gave way to, a rage for metaphysics occasioned by the essays on Liberty and Necessity in Cato's Letters, and more by the- ology." ' At the appointed hour, however, Bowles the emancipator came, as has been said, to his relief, and hav- ing opportunely fallen in love with the eldest daughter of a widow lady of whose son he had been the patron and protector at school, we may easily imagine that his libera- tion from the spell of metaphysics was complete. " From this time," he says, " to my nineteenth year, when I quitted school for Jesus, Cambridge, was the era of poetry and love." Of Coleridge's university days we know less ; but the account of his schoolfellow, Charles Le Grice, accords, so far as it goes, with what would have been anticipated from the poet's school life. Although " very studious," and not unambitious of academical honours — within a few months of his entering at Jesus he won the Browne Gold Medal for a Greek Ode on the Slave-trade* — his reading, his friend admits, was " desultory and capricious. He took 1 Gillman, pp. 22, 23. * Of this Coleridge afterwards remarked with justice that its " ideas were better than the language or metre in which they were conveyed." Person, with little magnanimity, as De Quincey com- plains, was severe upon its Greek, but its main conception — an ap- peal to Death to come, a welcome deliverer to the slaves, and to bear them to shores where " they may tell their beloved ones what horrors they, being men, had endured from men" — is moving and effective. De Quincey, however, was undoubtedly right in his opinion that Coleridge's Greek scholarship was not of the exact order. No exact scholar could, for instance, have died in the faith (as Coleridge did) that lartjat (S. T. C.) means " he stood," and not " he placed." I.J CAMBRIDGE. 9 little exercise merely for the sake of exercise, but he was ready at any time to unbend his mind in conversation, and for the sake of this his room was a constant rendez- vous of conversation-loving friends. I will not call them loungers, for they did not call to kill time but to enjoy it." From the same record we gather that Coleridge's interest in current politics was already keen, and that he was an eager reader, not only of Burke's famous contribu- tions thereto, but even a devourer of all the pamphlets which swarmed during that agitated period from the press. The desultory student, however, did not altogether inter- mit his academical studies. In 1793 he competed for an- other Greek verse prize, this time unsuccessfully. He af- terwards described his ode On Astronomy as " the finest Greek poem I ever wrote ;" ' but, whatever may have been its merits from the point of view of scholarship, the Eng- lish translation of it, made eight years after by Southey (in which form alone it now exists), seems hardly to estab- lish its title to the peculiar merit claimed by its author for his earlier effort. The long vacation of this year, spent by him in Devonshire, is also interesting as having given birth to one of the most characteristic of the Juvenile Poems, the Songs of the Pixies, and the closing months of 1793 were marked by the most singular episode in the poet's earlier career. It is now perhaps impossible to ascertain whether the ' Adding, " that which gained the prize was contemptible " — an expression of opinion hardly in accordance with Le Grice'a statement ("Recollections" in Oentleman^s Magazine for 1836) that "no one was more convinced of the propriety of the decision than Coleridge himself." Mr. Le Grice, however, bears valuable testimony to Cole- ridge's disappointment, though I think he exaggerates its influence in determining his career. 10 COLERIDGE. [chap. cause of this strange adventure of Coleridge's was "chagrin at his disappointment in a love affair " or " a fit of dejec- tion and despondency caused by some debts not amounting to a hundred pounds ;" but, actuated by some impulse or other of restless disquietude, Coleridge suddenly quitted Cambridge and came up, very slenderly provided with money, to London, where, after a few days' sojourn, he was compelled by pressure of actual need to enlist, under the name of Silas Titus Comberback ^ (S. T. C), as a pri- vate in the 1 5th Light Dragoons. It may seem strange to say so, but it strikes one as quite conceivable that the world might have been a gainer if fate had kept Coleridge a little longer in the ranks than the four months of his actual service. As it was, however, his military experi- ences, unlike those of Gibbon, were of no subsequent ad- vantage to him. He was, as he tells us, an execrable rider, a negligent groom of his horse, and, generally, a slack and slovenly trooper; but before drill and discipline had had time to make a smart soldier of him, he chanced to attract the attention of his captain by having written a Latin quo- tation on the white wall of the stables at Reading, This officer, who it seems was either able to translate the ejac- ulation, " Eheu ! quam infortunii miserrimum est fuisse felicem," " or, at any rate, to recognise the language it was ■ It is characteristic of the punctilious inaccuracy of Mr. Cottle (Recollections, ii. 54) that he should insist that the assumed name was " Cumberbatch, not Comberback," though Coleridge has himself fixed the real name by the jest, " My habits were so little equestrian that my horse, I doubt not, was of that opinion." This circumstance, though trifling, does not predispose us to accept unquestioningly Mr. Cottle's highly particularised account of Coleridge's experience with his regiment. * "In omni adversitate fortunse, infelicissimum genua est infor- tunii fuisse felicem." — Boethius. I-] CAMBRIDGE. H written in, interested himself forthwitli on behalf of his scholarly recruit.' Coleridge's discharge was obtained at Hounslow on April 10, 1794, and he returned to Cam- bridge. The year was destined to be eventful for him in more ways than one. In June he went to Oxford to pay a visit to an old schoolfellow, where an accidental introduction to Robert Southey, then an undergraduate of Balliol, laid the foundation of a friendship destined largely to influence their future lives. In the course of the following August he came to Bristol, where he was met by Southey, and by him introduced to Robert Lovell, through whom and Southey he made the acquaintance of two persons of con- siderable, if not exactly equal, importance to any young author — his first publisher and his future wife. Robert Lovell already knew Mr. Joseph Cottle, brother of Amos Cottle (Byron's "0! Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name"), and himself a poet of some pretensions; and he had married Mary Fricker, one of whose sisters, Edith, was already engaged to Southey ; while another, Sara, was aft- erwards to become Mrs. Coleridge. As the marriage turned out on the whole an unhappy one, the present may be a convenient moment for consid- ering how far its future character was determined by pre- viously existing and unalterable conditions, and how far it may be regarded as the result of subsequent events. De Quincey, whose acute and in many respects most val- uable monograph on the poet touches its point of least trustworthiness in matters of this kind, declares roundly, and on the alleged authority of Coleridge himself, that ' Miss Mitf ord, in her Recollections of a Literary Life, interestingly records the active share taken by her father in procuring the learned trooper's discharge. 12 COLERIDGE. [chap. the very primary and essential prerequisite of happiness was wanting to the union. Coleridge, he says, assured him that his marriage was " not his own deliberate act, but was in a manner forced upon his sense of honour by the scrupulous Southey, who insisted that he had gone too far in his attentions to Miss Fricker for any honourable re- treat." On the other hand, he adds, " a neutral spectator of the parties protested to me that if ever in his life he had seen a man under deep fascination, and what he would have called desperately in love, Coleridge, in relation to Miss R, was that man." One need not, I think, feel much hesitation in preferring this " neutral spectator's " state- ment to that of the discontented husband, made several years after the mutual estrangement of the couple, and with no great propriety perhaps, to a new acquaintance. There is abundant evidence in his own poems alone that at the time of, and for at least two or three years subsequent- ly to, his marriage Coleridge's feeling towards his wife was one of profound and indeed of ardent attachment. It is of course quite possible that the passion of so variable, im- pulsive, and irresolute a temperament as his may have had its hot and cold fits, and that during one of the latter phases Southey may have imagined that his friend needed some such remonstrance as that referred to. But this is not nearly enough to support the assertion that Coleridge's marriage was "in a manner forced upon his sense of hon- our," and was not his own deliberate act. It was as de- liberate as any of his other acts during the years 1794 and 1795, — that is to say, it was as wholly inspired by the en- thusiasm of the moment, and as utterly ungoverned by anything in the nature of calculation on the possibilities of the future. He fell in love with Sara Fricker as he fell in love with the French Revolution and with the scheme of I.] BRISTOL. 18 " Pantisocracy," and it is indeed extremely probable that the emotions of the lover and the socialist may have subtly acted and reacted upon each other. The Pantisocratic scheme was essentially based at its outset upon a union of kindred souls, for it was clearly necessary of course that each male mem- ber of the little community to be founded on the banks of the Susquehanna should take with him a wife. Southey and Lovell had theirs in the persons of two sisters ; they were his friends and fellow-workers in the scheme ; and they had a sympathetic sister-in-law disengaged. Fate therefore seemed to designate her for Coleridge, and with the personal attraction which she no doubt exerted over him there may well have mingled a dash of that mysterious pas- sion for symmetry which prompts a man to " complete the set." After all, too, it must be remembered that, though Mrs. Coleridge did not permanently retain her hold upon her husband's affections, she got considerably the better of those who shared them with her. Coleridge found out the objections to Pantisocracy in a very short space of time, and a decided coolness had sprung up between him and Madame la Revolution before another two years had passed. The whole history indeed of this latter liaison is most remarkable, and no one, it seems to me, can hope to form an adequate conception of Coleridge's essential instability of character without bestowing somewhat closer attention upon this passage in his intellectual development than it usually receives. It is not uncommon to see the cases of Wordsworth, Southey, and Coleridge lumped together in- discriminately, as interequivalent illustrations of the way in which the young and generous minds of that era were first fascinated and then repelled by the French Revolu- tion. As a matter of fact, however, the last of the three f4 COLERIDGE. [chap. cases differed in certain very important respects from the two former. Coleridge not only took the " frenzy-fever" in a more violent form than either Wordsworth or Southey, and uttered wilder things in his delirium than they, but the paroxysm was much shorter, the immediate reaction more violent in its effects, and brought about by slighter causes in his case than in theirs. This will appear more clearly when we come to contrast the poems of 1794 and 1795 with those of 1797. For the present it must suffice to say that while the history of Coleridge's relations to the French Revolution is intellectually more interesting than that of Wordsworth's and Southey' s, it plainly indi- cates, even in that early period of the three lives, a mind far more at the mercy of essentially transitory sentiment than belonged to either of the others, and far less disposed than theirs to review the aspirations of the moment by the steady light of the practical j^idgment. This, however, is anticipating matters. We are still in the summer of 1794, and we left Coleridge at Bristol with Southey, Lovell, and the Miss Frickers. To this year be- longs that remarkable experiment in playwriting at high pressure, The Fall of Robespierre. It originated, we learn from Southey, in "a sportive conversation at poor Lov- ell's," when each of the three friends agreed to produce one act of a tragedy, on the subject indicated in the above title, by the following evening. Coleridge was to write the first, Southey the second, and Lovell the third. Southey and Lovell appeared the next day with their acts complete, Coleridge, characteristically, with only a part of his. Lov- ell's, however, was found not to be in keeping with the other two, so Southey supplied the third as well as the second, by which time Coleridge had completed the first. The tragedy was afterwards published entire, and is usual- I.] CAMBRIDGE. 15 ly included in complete editions of Coleridge's poetical works. It is an extremely immature production, abound- ing in such coquettings (if nothing more serious) with ba- thos as " Now, Aloof thou standest from the totteriug pillar, And like a frighted child behind its mother, Hidest thy pale face in the skirts of Mercy ;" and " Liberty, condensed awhile, is bursting To scatter the arch-chemist in the explosion." Coleridge also contributed to Southey's Joan of Arc cer- tain lines of which, many years afterwards, he wrote in this humorously exaggerated but by no means wholly un- just tone of censure: — "I was really astonished (l) at the schoolboy, wretched, allegoric machinery ; (2) at the trans- mogrification of the fanatic Virago into a modern novel- pawing proselyte of the Age of Reason— a Tom Paine in petticoats ; (3) at the utter want of all rhythm in the verse, the monotony and dead plumb-down of the pauses, and at the absence of all bone, muscle, and sinew in the single lines." In September Coleridge returned to Cambridge, to keep what turned out to be his last term at Jesus. We may fairly suppose that he had already made up his mind to bid adieu to the Alma Mater whose bosom he was about to quit for that of a more venerable and, as he then believed, a gentler mother on the banks of the Susquehanna; but it is not impossible that in any case his departure might have been expedited by the remonstrances of college authority. Dr. Pearce, Master of Jesus, and afterwards Dean of Ely, did all he could, records a friend of a somewhat later date, " to keep him within bounds ; but his repeated efEorts to 8 16 COLERIDGE. [chap. I. reclaim him were to no purpose, and upon one occasion, after a long discussion on the visionary and ruinous ten- dency of his later schemes, Coleridge cut short the argu- ment by bluntly assuring him, his friend and master, that he mistook the matter altogether. He was neither Jaco- bin,' he said, nor Democrat, but a Pantisocrat." And, leaving the good doctor to digest this new and strange epi- thet, Coleridge bade farewell to his college and his univer- sity, and went forth into that world with which he was to wage so painful and variable a struggle. ' Carrlyon's Early Years and late Rejlections, vol. i. p. 2*7. CHAPTER II. THE BRISTOL LECTURES. — MARRLA.GE. — LIFE AT CLEVEDON. — THE ""WATCHMAN." — RETIREMENT TO STOWET. — XNTRODITC- TION TO WORDSWORTH. [1794-1797.] The reflections of the worthy Master of Jesus upon the strange reply of the wayward young undergraduate would have been involved in even greater perplexity if he could have looked forward a few months into the future. For after a winter spent in London, and enlivened by those nodes coenoeque Deum at the " Cat and Salutation," which Lamb has so charmingly recorded, Coleridge returned with Southey to Bristol at the beginning of 1795, and there proceeded to deliver a series of lectures which, whatever their other merits, would certainly not have assisted Dr. Pearce to grasp the distinction between a Pantisocrat and a Jacobin, As a scholar and a man of literary taste he might possibly have admired the rhetorical force of the following outburst, but, considering that the "he" here gibbeted in capitals was no less a personage than the "heaven-born minister" himself, a plain man might well have wondered what additional force the vocabulary of Jacobinism could have infused into the language of Pan- tisocracy. After summing up the crimes of the Reign of Terror the lecturer asks : " Who, my brethren, was the cause of this guilt if not he who supplied the occasion and 18 COLERIDGE. [chap. the motive? Heaven hath bestowed on that man a por- tion of its ubiquity, and given him an actual presence in the sacraments of hell, wherever administered, in all the bread of bitterness, in all the cups of blood." And in general, indeed, the Condones ad Populum, ae Coleridge named these lectures on their subsequent publication, were rather calculated to bewilder any of the youthful lectur- er's well-wishers who might be anxious for some means of discriminating his attitude from that of the Hardys, the Home Tookes, and the Thelwalls of the day. A little warmth of language might no doubt be allowed to a young friend of liberty in discussing legislation which, in the ret- rospect, has staggered even so staunch a Tory as Sir Ar- chibald Alison ; but Coleridge's denunciation of the Pitt and Grenville Acts, in a lecture entitled The Plot Discov- ered, is occasionally startling, even for that day of fierce passions, in the fierceness of its language. It is interesting, however, to note the ever-active play of thought and rea- soning amid the very storm and stress of political passion. Coleridge is never for long together a mere declaimer on popular rights and ministerial tyranny, and even this in- dignant address contains a passage of extremely just and thoughtful analysis of the constituent elements of despot- ism. Throughout the spring and summer of 1795 Cole- ridge continued his lectures at Bristol, his head still sim- mering — though less violently, it may be suspected, every month — with Pantisocracy, and certainly with all his kin- dred political and religious enthusiasms unabated. A study of these crude but vigorous addresses reveals to us, as does the earlier of the early poems, a mind struggling with its half-formed and ever-changing conceptions of the world, and, as is usual at such peculiar phases of an intellectual development, affirming its temporary beliefs with a fervour V] MARRIAGE. 19 and vehemence directly proportioned to the recency of their birth. Commenting on the Condones ad Fopulum many years afterwards, and invoking them as witnesses to his political consistency as an author, Coleridge remarked that with the exception of "two or three pages involving the doctrine of philosophical necessity and Unitarianism," he saw little or nothing in these outbursts of his youthful zeal to retract, and, with the exception of "some flame- coloured epithets " applied to persons, as to Mr. Pitt and others, " or rather to personifications " — for such, he says, they really were to him — as little to regret. We now, however, arrive at an event important in the life of every man, and which influenced that of Coleridge to an extent not the less certainly extraordinary because difficult, if not impossible, to define with exactitude. On the 4th of October, 1795, Coleridge was married at St. Mary RedcliflEe Church, Bristol, to Sarah (or as he pre- ferred to spell it Sara) Fricker, and withdrew for a time from the eager intellectual life of a political lecturer to the contemplative quiet appropriate to the honeymoon of a poet, spent in a sequestered cottage amid beautiful scenery, and within sound of the sea. No wonder that among such surroundings, and with such belongings, the honeymoon should have extended from one month to three, and indeed that Coleridge should have waited till his youthful yearn- ings for a life of action, and perhaps (though that would have lent itself less gracefully to his poem of farewell to his Clevedon cottage) his increasing sense of the necessity of supplementing the ambrosia of love with the bread and cheese of mortals, compelled him to re-enter the world. No wonder he should have delayed to do so, for it is as easy to perceive in his poems that these were days of un- clouded happiness as it is melancholy to reflect by how 20 COLERIDGE. [(MAP, few others like them his life was destined to be brightened. The jEolian Harp has no more than the moderate merits, with its full share of the characteristic faults, of his ear- lier productions; but one cannot help "reading into it" the poet's after-life of disappointment and disillusion — es- trangement from the " beloved woman " in whose affection he was then reposing; decay and disappearance of those " flitting phantasies " with which he was then so joyously trifling, and the bitterly ironical scholia which fate was preparing for such lines as "And tranquil muse upon tranquillity." One cannot in fact refrain from mentally comparing the jEolian Harp of 1795 with the Dejection of 1803, and no one who has thoroughly felt the spirit of both poems can make that comparison without emotion. The former piece is not, as has been said, in a literary sense remark- able. With the exception of the one point of metrical style, to be touched on presently, it has almost no note of poetic distinction save such as belongs of right to any simple record of a mood which itself forms the highest poetry of the average man's life ; and one well knows whence came the criticism of that MS. note inscribed by S. T. C. in a copy of the second edition of his early po- ems, " This I think the most perfect poem I ever wrote. Bad may be the best, perhaps." One feels that the an- notator might just as well have written, " How perfect was the happiness which this poem recalls !" for this is really all that Coleridge's eulogium, with its touching bias from the hand of memory, amounts to. It has become time, however, to speak more generally of Coleridge's early poems. The peaceful winter months of 1795-96 were in all likelihood spent in arranging and n.] LIFE AT CLEVEDON. 21 revising the products of those poetic impulses which had more or less actively stirred withia him from his seven- teenth year upwards; and in April, 1797, there appeared at Bristol a volume of some fifty pieces entitled Poems on Various Subjects, hy S. T. Coleridge, late of Jesus College, Cambridge. It was published by his friend Cottle, who, in a mixture of the generous with the speculative instinct, had given him thirty guineas for the copyright. Its con- tents are of a miscellaneous kind, consisting partly of rhymed irregular odes, partly of a collection of Sonnets on Eminent Characters, and partly (and principally) of a blank-verse poem of several hundred lines, then, and in- deed for years afterwards, regarded by many of the poet's admirers as his masterpiece — the Religious Musings.^ To the second edition of these poems, which was pub- lished in the following year, Coleridge, at all times a can- did critic (to the limited extent to which it is possible even for the finest judges to be so) of his own works, prefixed a preface, wherein he remarks that his poems have been " rightly charged with a profusion of double epithets and a general turgidness," and adds that he has "pruned the double epithets with no sparing hand," and used his best efforts to tame the swell and glitter both of thought and diction. " The latter fault, however, had," he continues, " so insinuated itself into my Religious Musings with such intricacy of union that sometimes I have omitted to dis- entangle the weed from fear of snapping the flower." This is plain-spoken criticism, but I do not think that any reader who is competent to pronounce judgment on the point will be inclined to deprecate its severity. Nay, in order to get done with fault-finding as soon as possible, it ' The volume contained also three sonnets by Charles Lamb, one of which was destined to have a somewhat curious history. 22 COLERIDGE. [chap. must perhaps be added that the admitted turgidness of the poems is often something more than a mere defect of style, and that the verse is turgid because the feeling which it expresses is exaggerated. The " youthful bard unknown to fame" who, in the Songs of the Pixies, is made to " heave the gentle misery of a sigh," is only doing a nat- ural thing described in ludicrously and unnaturally stilted terms; but the young admirer of the Bobbers, who in- forms Schiller that if he were to meet him in the evening wandering in his loftier mood " beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood," he would " gaze upon him a while in mute awe" and then "weep aloud in a wild ecstasy," endangers the reader's gravity not so much by extrava- gance of diction as by over-effusiveness of sentiment. The former of these two offences differs from the latter by the difference between "fustian" and "gush." And there is, in fact, more frequent exception to be taken to the charac- ter of the thought in these poems than to that of the style. The remarkable gift of eloquence, which seems to have belonged to Coleridge from boyhood, tended naturally to aggravate that very common fault of young poets whose faculty of expression has outstripped the growth of their intellectual and emotional experiences — the fault of wordi- ness. Page after page of the poems of 1796 is filled with what one cannot, on the most favourable terms, rank higher than rhetorical commonplace ; stanza after stanza falls pleasantly upon the ear without suggesting any image sufficiently striking to arrest the eye of the imagination, or awakening any thought sufiiciently novel to lay hold upon the mind. The ^olian Harp has been already re- ferred to as a pleasing poem, and reading it, as we must, in constant recollection of the circumstances in which it was written, it unquestionably is so. But in none of the n.] EARLY POEMS. 23 descriptions either of external objects or of internal feel- ing whicli are to be found in this and its companion-piece, the Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement, is there anything which can fairly be said to elevate them above the level of graceful verse. It is only in the region of the fantastic and supernatural that Coleridge's imagina- tion, as he was destined to show by a far more splendid example two years afterwards, seems to acquire true poetic distinction. It is in the Songs of the Pixies that the young man " heaves the gentle misery of a sigh," and the sympathetic interest of the reader of to-day is chilled by the too frequent intrusion of certain abstract ladies, each preceded by her capital letter and attended by her "ad- jective-in-waiting;" but, after all deductions for the con- ventionalisms of " white-robed Purity," " meek-eyed Pity," "graceful Ease," etc., one cannot but feel that the Songs of the Pixies was the offspring not of a mere abundant and picturesque vocabulary but of a true poetic fancy. It is worth far more as an earnest of future achievement than the very unequal Monody on the Death of Chatterton (for which indeed we ought to make special allowance, as hav- ing been commenced in the author's eighteenth year), and certainly than anything which could be quoted from the Effusions, as Coleridge, unwilling to challenge comparison with the divine Bowles, had chosen to describe his sonnets. It must be honestly said, indeed, that these are, a very few excepted, among the least satisfactory productions of any period of his poetic career. The Coleridgian sonnet is not only imperfect in form and in marked contrast in the fre- quent bathos of its close to the steady swell and climax of Wordsworth, but, in by far the majority of instances in this volume, it is wanting in internal weight. The " single pebble " of thought which a sonnet should enclose is not C 2* 3 24 COLERIDGE. [chap. only not neatly wrapped up in its envelope of words, but it is very often not heavy enough to carry itself and its covering to the mark. When it is so, its weight, as in the sonnet to Pitt, is too frequently only another word for an ephemeral violence of political feeling which, whether dis- played on one side or the other, cannot be expected to re- produce its effect in the minds of comparatively passion- less posterity. Extravagances, too, abound, as when in Kosciusko Freedom is made to look as if, in a fit of " wil- fulness and sick despair," she had drained a mystic urn containing all the tears that had ever found " fit channel on a Patriot's furrowed cheek." The main diflBculty of the metre, too — that of avoiding forced rhymes — is rarely surmounted. Even in the three fine lines in the Burke — "Thee stormy Pity, and the cherished lure Of Pomp and proud precipitance of soul, 'Wildered with meteor fires " — we cannot help feeling that "lure" is extremely harsh, while the weakness of the two concluding lines of the sonnet supplies a typical example of the disappointment which these " effusions " so often prepare for their readers. Enough, however, has been said of the faults of these early poems ; it remains to consider their merits, foremost among which, as might be expected, is the wealth and splendour of their diction in these passages, in which such display is all that is needed for the literary ends of the moment. Over all that wide region of literature, in which force and fervour of utterance, depth and sincerity of feel- ing avail, without the nameless magic of poetry in the higher sense of the word, to achieve the objects of the writer and to satisfy the mind of the reader, Coleridge ranges with a free and sure footstep. It is no disparage- n.] EARLY POEMS. 25 ment to his Religious Musings to say that it is to this class of literature that it belongs. Having said this, how- ever, it must be added that poetry of the second order has seldom risen to higher heights of power. The faults already admitted disfigure it here and there. We have "moon-blasted Madness when he yells at midnight;" we read of "eye-starting wretches and rapture-trembling ser- aphim," and the really striking image of Ruin, the " old hag, unconquerable, huge, Creation's eyeless drudge," is marred by making her " nurse " an " impatient earthquake." But there is that in Coleridge's aspirations and apostrophes to the Deity which impresses one even more profoundly than the mere magnificence, remarkable as it is, of their rhetorical clothing. They are touched with so penetrat- ing a sincerity ; they are so obviously the outpourings of an awe-struck heart. Indeed, there is nothing more re- markable at this stage of Coleridge's poetic development than the instant elevation which his verse assumes when- ever he passes to Divine things. At once it seems to take on a Miltonic majesty of diction and a Miltonic stateliness of rhythm. The tender but low-lying domestic sentiment of the ^olian Harp is in a moment informed by it with the dignity which marks that poem's close. Apart too from its literary merits, the biographical interest of Re- ligious Musings is very considerable. " Written," as its title declares, but in reality as its length would suggest, and as Mr. Cottle in fact tells us, only completed, " on the Christmas eve of 1794," it gives expression to the tumult- uous emotions by which Coleridge's mind was agitated at this its period of highest political excitement. His revo- lutionary enthusiasm was now at its hottest, his belief in the infant French Republic at its fullest, his wrath against the " coalesced kings " at its fiercest, his contempt for their 26 COLERIDGE. [chap. religious pretence at its bitterest. " Thee to defend," he cries, " Thee to defend, dear Saviour of mankind ! Thee, Lamb of God ! Thee, blameless Prince of Peace ! From all sides rush the thirsty brood of war — Austria, and that foul Woman of the North, The lustful murderess of her wedded lord. And he, connatural mind ! whom (in their songs, So bards of elder time had haply feigned) Some Fury fondled in her hate to man, Bidding her serpent hair in tortuous fold Lick his young face, and at his mouth imbreath« Horrible Sympathy!" This is vigorous poetic invective ; and the effect of such outbursts is heightened by the rapid subsidence of the passion that inspires them and the quick advent of a calmer mood. We have hardly turned the page ere de- nunciations of Catherine and Frederick William give place to prayerful invocations of the Supreme Being, which are in their turn the prelude of a long and beautiful contem- plative passage: "In the primceval age, a dateless while," etc., on the pastoral origin of human society. It is as though some sweet and solemn strain of organ music had succeeded to the blast of war-bugles and the roll of drums. In the Ode to the Deimrt'mg Year, written in the last days of 1796, with its "prophecy of curses though I pray fer- vently for blessings " upon the poet's native country, the mood is more uniform in its gloom ; and it lacks some- thing, therefore, of those peculiar qualities which make the Religious Musings one perhaps of the most pleasing of all Coleridge's earlier productions. But it shares with the poems shortly to be noticed what may be called the autobiographic charm. The fresh, natural emotion of a young and brilliant mind is eternally interesting, and Cole- n.] EARLY POEMS. 27 ridge's youthful Muse, with a frankness of self-disclosure which is not the less winning because at times it provokes a smile, confides to us even the history of her most tem- porary moods. It is, for instance, at once amusing and captivating to read in the latest edition of the poems, as a foot-note to the lines — " Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile, Albion ! my mother isle !" the words — " doomed to fall, enslaved and vile — 1796." Yes; in 1796 and till the end of 1797 the poet's native country was in his opinion all these dreadful things; but directly the mood changes, the verse alters, and to the ad- vantage, one cannot but think, of the beautiful and often- quoted close of the passage — " And Ocean 'mid his uproar wild Speaks safety to his island child. Hence for many a fearless age Has social Quiet loved thy shore. Nor ever proud invader's rage, Or sacked thy towers or stained thy fields with gore." And whether we view him in his earlier or his later mood there is a certain strange dignity of utterance, a singular confidence in his own poetic mission, which forbids us to smile at this prophet of foiir-and-twenty who could thus conclude his menacing vaticinations : " Away, my soul, away ! I, unpartaking of the evil thing, With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil, Have wailed my country with a loud lament. Now I recentre my immortal mind In the deep Sabbath of meek self -content. 28 COLERIDGE. [chap. Cleansed from the vaporous passions which bedim God's image, sister of the Seraphim." If ever the consciousness of great powers and the assur- ance of a great future inspired a youth with perfect and on the whole well-warranted fearlessness of ridicule it has surely done so here. Poetry alone, however, formed no suflScient outlet for Coleridge's still fresh political enthusiasm — an enthusiasm which now became too importunate to let him rest in his quiet Clevedon cottage. Was it right, he cries in his lines of leave-taking to his home, that he should dream away the entrusted hours " while his unnumbered brethren toiled and bled?" The propaganda of Liberty was to be pushed forward ; the principles of Unitarianism, to which Cole- ridge had become a convert at Cambridge, were to be preached. Is it too prosaic to add that what poor Henri Murger calls the " chasse aux pieces de cent sous " was in all probability demanding peremptorily to be resumed? Anyhow it so fell out that in the spring of the year 1796 Coleridge took his first singular plunge into the unquiet waters of journalism, instigated thereto by " sundry phi- lanthropists and anti-polemists," whose names he does not record, but among whom we may conjecturally place Mr. Thomas Poole of Stowey, with whom he had formed what was destined to be one of the longest and closest friend- ships of his life. Which of the two parties — the advisers or the advised — was responsible for the general plan of this periodical and for the arrangements for its publica- tion is unknown ; but one of these last-mentioned details is enough to indicate that there could have been no " busi- ness head " among them. Considering that the motto of the Watchman declared the object of its issue to be that " all might know the truth, and that the truth might make II.] THE WATCHMAN. 29 them free," it is to be presumed that the promoters of the scheme were not unwilling to secure as many subscribers as possible for their sheet of " thirty-two pages, large oc- tavo, closely printed, price only fourpence." In order, how- ever, to exempt it from the stamp-tax, and with the much less practical object of making it " contribute as little as possible to the supposed guilt of a war against freedom," it was to be published on every eighth day, so that the week- day of its appearance would of course vary with each suc- cessive week — an arrangement as ingeniously calculated to irritate and alienate its public as any perhaps that the wit of man could have devised. So, however, it was to be, and accordingly, with "a flaming prospectus, 'Knowledge is Power,' to cry the state of the political atmosphere," Cole- ridge set off on a tour to the north, from Bristol to Shef- field, for the purpose of procuring customers, preaching Unitarian sermons by the way in most of the great towns, " as an hireless volunteer in a blue coat and white waist- coat, that not a rag of the woman of Babylon might be seen on me." How he sped upon his mission is related by him with infinite humour in the Biographia Literaria. He opened the campaign at Birmingham upon a Calvinist tal- low - chandler, who, after listening to half an hour's ha- rangue, extending from "the captivity of the nations" to *' the near approach of the millennium," and winding up with a quotation describing the latter " glorious state " out of the Religious Musings, inquired what might be the cost of the new publication. Deeply sensible of " the anti-cli- max, the abysmal bathos " of the answer, Coleridge replied, " Only fourpence, each number to be published every eighth day," upon which the tallow-chandler observed doubt- fully that that came to " a deal of money at the end of the year." What determined him, however, to withhold 80 COLERIDGE. [chap. his patronage was not tte price of the article but its quan- tity, and not the deficiency of that quantity but its excess. Thirty-two pages, he pointed out, was more than he ever read all the year round, and though " as great a one as any man in Brummagem for liberty and truth, and them sort of things, he begged to be excused." Had it been possi- ble to an'ange for supplying him with sixteen pages of the paper for twopence, a bargain might no doubt have been struck; but he evidently had a business-like repugnance to anything in the nature of " over-trading." Equally unsuc- cessful was a second application made at Manchester to a "stately and opulent wholesale dealer in cottons," who thrust the prospectus into his pocket and turned his back upon the projector, muttering that he was " overrun with these articles." This, however, was Coleridge's last attempt at canvassing. His friends at Birmingham persuaded him to leave that work to others, their advice being no doubt prompted, in part at least, by the ludicrous experience of his qualifications as a canvasser which the following inci- dent furnished them. The same tradesman who had intro- duced him to the patriotic tallow-chandler entertained him at dinner, and, after the meal, invited his guest to smoke a pipe with him and " two or three other illuminati of the same rank." The invitation was at first declined, on the plea of an engagement to spend the evening with a minis- ter and his friends, and also because, writes Coleridge, "I had never smoked except once or twice in my lifetime, and then it was herb-tobacco mixed with Oronooko." His host, however, assured him that the tobacco was equally mild, and " seeing, too, that it was of a yellow colour," he took half a pipe of it, " filling the lower half of the bowl," for some unexplained reason, " with salt." He was soon, however, compelled to resign it "in consequence of a n.] THE WATCHMAN. 31 giddiness, and distressful feeling" in his eyes, which, as he had drunk but a single glass of ale, he knew must have been the effect of the tobacco. Deeming himself re- covered after a short interval, he sallied forth to fulfil the evening's engagement; but the symptoms returned with the walk and the fresh air, and he had scarcely entered the minister's drawing-room and opened a packet of letters awaiting him there than he " sank back on the sofa in a sort of swoon rather than sleep." Fortunately he had had time to inform his new host of the confused state of his feelings and of its occasion ; for " here and thus I lay," he continues, " my face like a wall that is whitewashing, deathly pale, and with the cold drops of perspiration run- ning down it from my forehead ; while one after another there dropped in the different gentlemen who had been in- vited to meet and spend the evening with me, to the num- ber of from fifteen to twenty. As the poison of tobacco acts but for a short time, I at length awoke from insensi- bility and looked round on the party, my eyes dazzled by the candles, which had been lighted in the interim. By way of relieving my embarrassment one of the gentlemen began the conversation with, 'Have you seen a paper to- day, Mr. Coleridge V ' Sir,' I replied, rubbing my eyes, ' I am far from convinced that a Christian is permitted to read either newspapers or any other works of merely po- litical and temporary interest.' " The incongruity of this remark, with the purpose for which the speaker was known to have visited Birmingham, and to assist him in which the company had assembled, produced, as was natural, "an involuntary and general burst of laughter," and the party spent, we are told, a most delightful evening. Both then and afterwards, however, they all joined in dissuading the young projector from proceeding with his scheme, as- 32 COLERIDGE. [chap. suring him " in the most friendly and yet most flattering expressions " that the employment was neither fit for him nor he for the employment. They insisted that at any rate " he should make no more applications in person, but carry on the canvass by proxy," a stipulation which we may well believe to have been prompted as much by policy as by good nature. The same hospitable reception, the same dissuasion, and, that failing, the same kind exertions on his behalf, he met with at Manchester, Derby, Notting- ham, and every other place he visited; and the result of his tour was that he returned with nearly a thousand names on the subscription list of the Watchman, together with " something more than a half conviction that pru- dence dictated the abandonment of the scheme." Nothing but this, however, was needed to induce him to persevere with it. To know that a given course of conduct was the dictate of prudence was a sort of presumptive proof to him at this period of life that the contrary was the dictate of duty. In due time, or rather out of due time — for the publication of the first number was delayed beyond the day announced for it — the Watchman appeared. Its ca- reer was brief — briefer, indeed, than it need have been. A naturally short life was suicidally shortened. In the second number, records Coleridge, with delightful na:ivete, " an essay against fast-days, with a most censurable appli- cation of a text from Isaiah' for its motto, lost me near five hundred subscribers at one blow." In the two follow- ing numbers he made enemies of all his Jacobin and dem- ocratic patrons by playing Balaam to the legislation of the Government, and pronouncing something almost like a blessing on the " gagging bills " — measures he declared ' " Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp." — Is, xvi. 11. n] THE WATCHMAN. 33 which, " whatever the motive of their introduction, would produce an effect to be desired by all true friends of free- dom, as far as they should contribute to deter men from openly declaiming on subjects the principles of which they had never bottomed, and from pleading to the poor and ignorant instead of pleading for them." At the same time the editor of the Watchman avowed his conviction that national education and a concurring spread of the Gospel were the indispensable conditions of any true po- litical amelioration. We can hardly wonder on the whole that by the time the seventh number was published its pred- ecessors were being " exposed in sundry old iron shops at a penny a piece." And yet, like everything which came from Coleridge's hand, this immature and unpractical production has an interest of its own. Amid the curious mixture of actuali- ty and abstract disquisition of which each number of the Watchman is made up, we are arrested again and again by some striking metaphor or some weighty sentence which tells us that the writer is no mere wordy wielder of a facile pen. The paper on the slave trade in the seventh number is a vigorous and, in places, a heart-stirring appeal to the humane emotions. There are passages in it which fore- shadow Coleridge's more mature literary manner — the manner of the great pulpit orators of the seventeenth cen- tury — in a very interesting way.' But what was the use ' Take for instance this sentence: "Our own sorrows, like the Princes of Hell in Milton's Pandemonium, sit enthroned ' bulky and vast;' while the miseries of our fellow-creatures dwindle into pigmy forms, and are crowded in an innumerable multitude into some dark comer of the heart." Both in character of imagery and in form of structure we have here the germ of such passages as this, which one might confidently defy the most accomplished literary "taster" to 34 COLERIDGE. [chap. of No. IV, containing an effective article like this when No. III. had opened with an " Historical Sketch of the Manners and Religion of the Ancient Germans, introduc- tory to a sketch of the Manners, Religion, and Politics of present Germany ?" This to a public who wanted to read about Napoleon and Mr. Pitt ! No. Ill, in all probability "choked off" a good proportion of the commonplace readers who might have been well content to have put up with the humanitarian rhetoric of No. IV., if only for its connection with so unquestionably an actuality as West Indian sugar. It was, anyhow, owing to successive aliena- tions of this kind that on 13th May, 1796, the editor of the Watchman was compelled to bid farewell to his few remaining readers in the tenth number of his periodical, for the " short and satisfactory " reason that " the work does not pay its expenses." "Part of my readers," con- tinues Coleridge, " relinquished it because it did not con- tain sufficient original composition, and a still larger part because it contained too much ;" and he then proceeds with that half-humorous simplicity of his to explain what excellent reasons there were why the first of these classes should transfer their patronage to Flower's Cambridge In- telligencer, and the second theirs to the New Monthly Magazine. It is not, however, for the biographer or the world to regret the short career of the Watchman, since its decease left Coleridge's mind in undivided allegiance to the poetic impulse at what was destined to be the period of its great- distinguish from Jeremy Taylor : " Or like two rapid streams that at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks mutually strive to repel each other, and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores, blend and dilate and flow on in one current and with one voice." — Biog. Lit. p. 155. «•] RETIREMENT TO STOWEY. 85 est power. In the meantime one result of the episode had been to make a not unimportant addition to his friend- ships. Mention has already been made of his somewhat earlier acquaintance with Mr. Thomas Poole, of Nether Stowey, a man of high intelligence and mark in his time ; and it was in the course of his northern peregrinations in search of subscribers that he met with Charles Lloyd. This young man, the son of an eminent Birmingham banker, was so struck with Coleridge's genius and elo- quence as to conceive an "ardent desire to domesticate himself permanently with a man whose conversation was to him as a revelation from heaven ;" and shortly after the decease of the Watchman he obtained his parents' consent to the arrangement. Early, therefore, in the year 1797 Coleridge, accom- panied by Charles Lloyd, removed to Nether Stowey in Somersetshire, where he occupied a cottage placed at his disposal by Mr. Poole. His first employment in his new abode appears to have been the preparation of the second edition of his poems. In the new issue nineteen pieces of the former publication were discarded and twelve new ones added, the most important of which was the Ode to the Departing Year, which had first appeared in the Cam- bridge Intelligencer, and had been immediately afterwards republished in a separate form as a thin quarto pamphlet, together with some lines of no special merit " addressed to a young man of fortune " (probably Charles Lloyd), " who abandoned himself to an indolent and causeless melancholy." To the new edition were added the preface already quoted from, and a prose introduction to the son- nets. The volume also contained some poems by Charles Lloyd and an enlarged collection of sonnets and other pieces by Charles Lamb, the latter of whom about the 86 COLERIDGE. [chap. ii. time of its publication paid his first visit to the friend with whom, ever since leaving Christ's Hospital, he had kept up a constant and, to the student of literature, a most interesting correspondence.' In June, lV97, Charles and Mary Lamb arrived at the Stowey cottage to find their host disabled by an accident which prevented him from walking during their whole stay. It was during their absence on a walking expedition that he composed the pleasing lines, " The lime-tree bower my prison," in which he thrice applies to his friend that epithet which gave such humorous annoyance to the gentle - hearted Charles." " But a greater than Lamb, if one may so speak without offence to the votaries of that rare humorist and exquisite critic, had already made his appearance on the scene. Some time before this visit of Lamb's to Stowey Cole- ridge had made the acquaintance of the remarkable man who was destined to influence his literary career in many ways importantly, and in one way decisively. It was in the month of June, 1797, and at the village of Racedown in Dorsetshire, that he first met William Wordsworth. ' Perhaps a " correspondence " of which only one side exists may be hardly thought to deserve that name. Lamb's letters to Coleridge are full of valuable criticism on their respective poetical efforts. Un- fortunately in, it is somewhat strangely said, " a fit of dejection," he destroyed all Coleridge's letters to him. * Lamb's Correspondence with Coleridge, Letter TYX YTT. CHAPTER in. COLEBIDGE AND WOBDSWORTH. — PtEBLICATION OF THE " LTBI- CAIi BALLADS." — THE "ANCIENT MARINER." — THE FIRST PART OF "CHRISTABEL." — DECLINE OF COLERIDGE'S POETIC IMPULSE. — FINAL REVIEW OF HIS POETRY. [1191-1199.'] The years 1797 and 1798 are generally and justly regarded as the blossoming - time of Coleridge's poetic genius. It would be scarcely an exaggeration to say that they were even more than this, and that within the brief period cov- ered by them is included not only the development of the poet's powers to their full maturity but the untimely be- ginnings of their decline. For to pass from the poems written by Coleridge within these two years to those of later origin is like passing from among the green wealth of summer foliage into the well-nigh naked woods of later autumn. During 1797 and 1798 the Ancient Mariner, the first part of Christabel, the fine ode to France, the Fears in Solitude, the beautiful lines entitled Frost at Mid- night,the Nightingale, the Circassian Love-Chant, the piece known as Love, from the poem of the Dark Ladie, and that strange fragment Kubla Khan, were all of them writ- ten and nearly all of them published ; while between the last composed of these and that swan-song of his dying Muse, the Dejection, of 1802, there is but one piece to be added to the list of his greater works. This, therefore, the 88 COLERIDGE. [chap. second part of Christabel (1800), may almost be described by the picturesque image in the first part of the same poem as •' The one red leaf, the last of its clan, Hanging so light and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." The first to fail him of his sources of inspiration was his revolutionary enthusiasm ; and the ode to France — the Recantation, as it was styled on its first appearance in the Morning Post — is the record of a reaction which, as has been said, was as much speedier in Coleridge's case than in that of the other ardent young minds which had come under the spell of the Revolution as his enthusiasm had been more passionate than theirs. In the winter of 1797-98 the Directory had plunged France into an un- natural conflict with her sister Republic of Switzerland, and Coleridge, who could pardon and had pardoned her fierce animosity against a country which he considered not so much his own as Pitt's, was unable to forgive her this. In the Recantation he casts her ofi forever ; he perceives at last that true liberty is not to be obtained through po- litical, but only through spiritual emancipation ; that — " The sensual and the dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles, and wear the name Of Freedom graven on a heavier chain ;" and arrives in a noble peroration at the somewhat unsatis- factory conclusion that the spirit of liberty, "the guide of homeless winds and playmate of the waves," is to be found only among the elements, and not in the institu- tions of man. And in the same quaintly ingenuous spirit m.J COLERIDGE AND WORDSWORTH. 39 which half touches and half amuses us in his earlier poems he lets us perceive, a few weeks later, in his Fears in Soli- tude, that sympathy with a foreign nation threatened by the invader may gradually develop into an almost filial regard for one's own similarly situated land. He has been deemed, he says, an enemy of his country. " But, dear Biitain ! my mother Isle," once, it may be remembered, "doomed to fall enslaved and vile," but now — "Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy, To me a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband and a father ! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores." After all, it has occurred to hira, England is not only the England of Pitt and Grenville, and in that capacity the fitting prey of the insulted French Republic: she is also the England of Sara Coleridge, and little Hartley, and of Mr, Thomas Poole, of Nether Stowey. And so, to be sure, she was in 1796 when her downfall was predicted, and in the spirit rather of the Old Testament than of the New. But there is something very engaging in the candour with which the young poet hastens to apprise us of this his first awakening to the fact. France may be regarded as the last ode, and Fears in /Solitude as the last blank-verse poem of any importance, that owe their origin to Coleridge's early political senti- menis. Henceforth, and for the too brief period of his poetic activity, he was to derive his inspiration from oihei sources. The most fruitful and important of these was unquestionably his intercourse with Wordsworth, from D 3 * 40 COLERIDGE. [chap. whom, although there was doubtless a reciprocation of in- fluence between them, his much more receptive nature took a far deeper impression than it made.' At the time of their meeting he had already for some three years been acquainted with Wordsworth's works as a poet, and it speaks highly for his discrimination that he was able to discern the great powers of his future friend, even in work so immature in many respects as the Descriptive Sketches. It was during the last year of his residence at Cambridge that he first met with these poems, of which he says in the Biographia Literaria that " seldom, if ever, was the emergence of an original poetic genius above the literary horizon more evidently announced ;" and the effect pro- duced by this volume was steadily enhanced by further acquaintance both with the poet and his works. Nothing, indeed, is so honourably noticeable and even touching in Coleridge's relation to his friend as the tone of reverence with which, even in the days of his highest self-confidence and even almost haughty belief in the gTeatness of his own poetic mission, he was accustomed to speak of Words- ' Perhaps the deepest impress of the Wordsworthian influence is to be found in the little poem Frost at iridnight, with its affecting apostrophe to the sleeping infant at his side — infant destined to de- velop as wayward a genius and to lead as restless and irresolute a life as his father. Its closing hues — " Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness . . . . . . whether the eave-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles Quietly shining to the quiet moon " — might have flowed straight from the pen of Wordsworth himself. in] COLERIDGE AND WORDSWORTH. 41 worth, A witness, to be more fully cited hereafter, and whose testimony is especially valuable as that of one who was by no means blind to Coleridge's early foible of self- complacency, has testified to this unbounded admiration of his brother - poet. "When," records this gentleman, " we have sometimes spoken complimentarily to Coleridge of himself lie has said that he was nothing in comparison with Wordsworth." And two years before this, at a time when they had not yet tested each other's power in liter- ary collaboration, he had written to Cottle to inform him of his introduction to the author of " near twelve hundred lines of blank-verse, superior, I dare aver, to anything in our language which in any way resembles it," and had declared with evident sincerity that he felt " a little man " by Wordsworth's side. His own impression upon his new friend was more distinctively personal in its origin. It was by Coleridge's total individuality, by the sum of his vast and varied in- tellectual powers, rather than by the specific poetic ele- ment contained in them, that Wordsworth, like the rest of the world, indeed, was in the main attracted ; but it is clear enough that this attraction was from the first most powerful. On that point we have not only the weighty testimony of Dorothy Wordsworth, as conveyed in her often-quoted description' of her brother's new acquaint- ' " You had a great loss in not seeing Coleridge. He is a won- derful man. His conversation teems with soul, mind, and spirit. Then he is so benevolent, so good tempered and cheerful, and, like William, interests himself so much about every little trifle. At first I thought him very plain— that is, for about three minutes ; he is pale, thin, has a -wide mouth, thick lips, and not very good teeth, longish loose -growing half- curling rough black hair. But if you hear him speak for five minutes you think no more of them. His eye is large and full, and not very dark but gray, such an eye as 42 COLERIDGE. [chap. ance, but the still more conclusive evidence of her brother's own acts. He gave the best possible proof of the fasci- nation which had been exercised over him by quitting Racedown veith his sister for Alfoxden near Nether Stowey within a few weeks of his first introduction to Coleridge, a change of abode for which, as Miss Wordsworth has expressly recorded, "our principal inducement was Cole- ridge's society." By a curious coincidence the two poets were at this time simultaneously sickening for what may perhaps be appropriately called the "poetic measles." They were each engaged in the composition of a five-act tragedy, and read scenes to each other, and to each other's admiration, from their respective dramas. Neither play was fortunate in its immediate destiny. Wordsworth's tragedy, the Bor- derers, was greatly commended by London critics and de- cisively rejected by the management of Covent Garden. As for Coleridge, the negligent Sheridan did not even con- descend to acknowledge the receipt of his manuscript; his play was passed from hand to hand among the Drury Lane Committee ; but not till many years afterwards did Osorio find its way under another name to the footlights. For the next twelvemonth the intercourse between the two poets was close and constant, and most fruitful in re- sults of high moment to Eaglish literature. It was in their daily rambles among the Quantock Hills that they excogi- tated that twofold theory of the essence and functions of poetry which was to receive such notable illustration in their joint volume of verse, the Lyrical Ballads ; it was would receive from a heavy soul the dullest expression ; but it speaks every emotion of his animated mind : it has more of the poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling than I ever witnessed. He has fine dark eye- brows and an overhanging forehead." ni] "LYRICAL BALLADS." 43 during a walk over the Quantock Hills that by far the most famous poem of that series, the Ancient Mariner, was con- ceived and in part composed. The publication of the Lyr- ical Ballads in the spring of the year 1798 was, indeed, an event of double significance for English poetry. It marked an epoch in the creative life of Coleridge, and a no less im- portant one in the critical life of Wordsworth. In the Bio- graphia Literaria the origination of the plan of the work is thus described: " During the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neigh- bours our conversation turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of the imagination. The sudden charm which accidents of light and shade, which moon- light or sunset diffused over a known and familiar landscape, appeared to represent the practicability of combining both. These are the poetry of nature. The thought suggested itself (to which of us I do not recollect) that a series of poems might be composed of two sorts. In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, su- pernatural ; and the interest aimed at was to consist in the interest- ing of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real. . . . For the second class, subjects were to be chosen from ordinary life ; the characters and incidents were to be such as will be found in every village and its vicinity where there is a meditative and feeling mind to seek after them, or to notice them when they present themselves. In this idea originated the plan of the Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic, yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment which constitutes poetic faith. Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself, as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of everyday, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural by awakening the 44 COLERIDGE. [chap. mind's attention from the lethargy of custom and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us ; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes which see not, ears that hear not, and hearts which neither feel nor understand." We may measure the extent to which the poetic teach- ing and practice of Wordsworth have influenced subse- quent taste and criticism by noting how completely the latter of these two functions of poetry has overshadowed the former. To lend the charm of imagination to the real will appear to many people to be not one function of poe- try merely but its very essence. To them it is poetry, and the only thing worthy of the name ; while the correlative function of lending the force of reality to the imaginary will appear at best but a superior kind of metrical romanc- ing, or clever telling of fairy tales. Nor of course can there, from the point of view of the highest conception of the poet's office, be any comparison between the two. In so far as we regard poetry as contributing not merely to the pleasure of the mind but to its health and strength — in so far as we regard it in its capacity not only to delight but to sustain, console, and tranquillise the human spirit — there is, of course, as much difference between the idealistic and the realistic forms of poetry as there is between a narcotic potion and a healing drug. The one, at best, can only en- able a man to forget his burdens ; the other fortifies him to endure them. It is perhaps no more than was naturally to be expected of our brooding and melancholy age, that poetry (when it is not a mere voluptuous record of the sub- jective impressions of sense) should have become almost limited in its very meaning to the exposition of the imag- inative or spiritual aspect of the world of realities ; but so it is now, and so in Coleridge's time it clearly was not. ni.] "LYRICAL BALLADS." 45 Coleridge, in the passage above quoted, stows no signs of regarding one of the two functions which he attributes to poetry as any more accidental or occasional than the other ; and the fact that the realistic portion of the Lyrical Bal- lads so far exceeded in amount its supernatural element, he attributes not to any inherent supremacy in the claims of the former to attention but simply to the greater indus- try which Wordsworth had displayed in his special de- partment of the volume. For his own part, he says, " I wrote the Ancient Mariner, and was preparing, among other poems, the Dark Ladie and the Christabel, in which I should have more nearly realised my ideal than I had done in my first attempt. But Mr. Wordsworth's indus- try had proved so much more successful, and the number of the poems so much greater, that my compositions, in- stead of forming a balance, appeared rather an interpo- lation of heterogeneous matter." There was certainly a considerable disparity between the amount of their respec- tive contributions to the volume, which, in fact, contained nineteen pieces by Wordsworth and only four by Cole- ridge. Practically, indeed, we may reduce this four to one ; for, of the three others, the two scenes from Osorio are without special distinction, and the Nightingale, though a graceful poem, and containing an admirably- studied de- scription of the bird's note, is too slight and short to claim any importance in the series. But the one long poem which Coleridge contributed to the collection is alone sufficient to associate it forever with his name. Unum sed leonem. To any one who should have taunted him with the compar- ative infertility of his Muse he might well have returned the haughty answer of the lioness in the fable, when he could point in justification of it to the Rime of the Ancient Mariner. 46 COLERIDGE. [chap. There is, I may assume, no need at the present day to discuss the true place in English literature of this unique product of the human imagination. One is bound, how- ever, to attempt to correlate and adjust it to the rest of the poet's work, and this, it must be admitted, is a most diffi- cult piece of business. Never was there a poem so irritating to a critic of the " pigeon-holing " variety. It simply defies him ; and yet the instinct which he obeys is so excusable, because in fact so universal, that one feels guilty of some- thing like disloyalty to the very principles of order in smil- ing at his disappointment. Complete and symmetrical clas- sification is so fascinating an amusement ; it would simplify so many subjects of study if men and things would only consent to rank themselves under different categories and remain there ; it would, in particular, be so inexpressibly convenient to be able to lay your hand upon your poet whenever you wanted him by merely turning to a shelf labelled "Realistic" or "Imaginative" (nay, perhaps, to the still greater saving of labour — Objective or Subjec- tive), that we cannot be surprised at the strength of the aforesaid instinct in many a critical mind. Nor should it be hard to realise its revolt against those single exceptions which bring its generalisations to nought. When the pigeon-hole will admit every "document" but one, the case is hard indeed ; and it is not too much to say that the Ancient Mariner is the one document which the pigeon- hole in this instance declines to admit. If Coleridge had only refrained from writing this remarkable poem, or if, having done so, he had written more poems like it, the critic might have ticketed him with a quiet mind, and gone on his way complacent. As it is, however, the poet has contrived, in virtue of this performance, not only to defeat classification but to defy it. For the weird ballad ™] THE "ANCIENT MARINER." 47 abounds in those very qualities in which Coleridge's poetry with all its merits is most conspicuously deficient, while on the other hand it is wholly free from the faults with which he is most frequently and justly chargeable. One would not have said in the first place that the author of Religious Musings, still less of the Monody on the Death of Chatter- ton, was by any means the man to have compassed tri- umphantly at the very first attempt the terseness, vigour, and naivete of the true ballad -manner. To attain this, Coleridge, the student of his early verse must feel, would have rather more to retrench and much more to restrain than might be the case with many other youthful poets. The exuberance of immaturity, the want of measure, the "not knowing where to stop," are certainly even more conspicuous in the poems of 1796 than they are in most productions of the same stage of poetic development; and these qualities, it is needless to say, require very stern chast- ening from him who would succeed in the style which Cole- ridge attempted for the first time in the Ancient Mariner. The circumstances of this immortal ballad's birth have been related with such fulness of detail by Wordsworth, and Coleridge's own references to them are so completely reconcilable with that account, that it must have required all De Quincey's consummate ingenuity as a mischief- maker to detect any discrepancy between the two. In the autumn of 1797, records Wordsworth in the MS. notes which he left behind him, " Mr. Coleridge, my sister, and myself started from Alfoxden pretty late in the after- noon with a view to visit Linton and the Valley of Stones near to it ; and as our united funds were very small, we agreed to defray the expense of the tour by writing a poem to be sent to the JVew Monthly Magazine. Accord- ingly we set off, and proceeded along the Quantock Hills 3* 48 COLERIDGE. [chap. towards Watchet; and in the course of this walk was planned the poem of the Ancient Mariner, founded on a dream, as Mr. Coleridge said, of his friend Mr. Cruikshank. Much the greatest part of the story was Mr. Coleridge's in- vention, but certain parts I suggested ; for example, some crime was to be committed which should bring upon the Old Navigator, as Coleridge afterwards delighted to call him, the spectral persecution, as a consequence of that crime and his own wanderings. I had been reading in Shel- vocke's Voyages, a day or two before, that while doubling Cape Horn they frequently saw albatrosses in that latitude, the largest sort of sea -fowl, some extending their wings twelve or thirteen feet. ' Suppose,' said I, ' you represent him as having killed one of these birds on entering the South Sea, and that the tutelary spirits of these regions take upon them to avenge the crime.' The incident was thought fit for the purpose, and adopted accordingly. I also suggested the navigation of the ship by the dead men, but do not recollect that I had anything more to do with the scheme of the poem. The gloss with which it was subsequently accompanied was not thought of by either of us at the time, at least not a hint of it was given to me, and I have no doubt it was a gratuitous afterthought. We began the composition together on that to me memo- rable evening. I furnished two or three lines at the begin- ning of the poem, in particular — ' And listened like a three years' child : The Mariner had his will' These trifling contributions, all but one, which Mr. C. has with unnecessary scrupulosity recorded,* slipped out of his ' The lines — " And it is long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand." HI.] THE "ANCIENT MARINER." 49 mind, as well they might. As we endeavoured to proceed conjointly (I speak of the same evening) our respective manners proved so widely different that it would have been quite presumptuous in me to do anything but separate from an undertaking upon which I could only have been a clog. . . . The Ancient Mariner grew and grew till it be- came too important for our first object, which was limited to our expectation of five pounds ; and we began to think of a volume which was to consist, as Mr. Coleridge has told the world, of poems chiefly on supernatural subjects." Except that the volume ultimately determined on was to consist only " partly " and not " chiefly " of poems on su- pernatural subjects (in the result, as has been seen, it con- sisted " chiefly " of poems upon natural subjects), there is nothing in this account which cannot be easily reconciled with the probable facts upon which De Quincey bases his hinted charge against Coleridge in his Lake Poets. It was not Coleridge who had been reading Shelvocke's Voyages, but Wordsworth, and it is quite conceivable, therefore, that the source from which his friend had derived the idea of the killing of the albatross may (if indeed he was informed of it at the time) have escaped his memory twelve years afterwards, when the conversation with De Quincey took place. Hence, in " disowning his obligations to Shel- vocke," he may not by any means have intended to sug- gest that the albatross incident was his own thought. Moreover, De Quincey himself supplies another explana- tion of the matter, which we know, from the above-quoted notes of Wordsworth's, to be founded upon fact. " It is possible," he adds, " from something which Coleridge said on another occasion, that before meeting a fable in which to embody his ideas he had meditated a poem on delirium, confounding its own dream-scenery with external things, 50 COLERIDGE. [chap. and connected with the imagery of high latitudes." Noth- ing, in fact, would be more natural than that Coleridge, whose idea of the haunted seafarer was primarily suggested by his friend's dream, and had no doubt been greatly elab- orated in his own imagination before being communicated to Wordsworth at all, should have been unable, after a con- siderable lapse of time, to distinguish between incidents of his own imagining and those suggested to him by others. And, in any case, the " unnecessary scrupulosity," rightly attributed to him by Wordsworth with respect to this very poem, is quite incompatible with any intentional denial of obligations. Such, then, was the singular and even prosaic origin of the Ancient Mariner — a poem written to defray the ex- penses of a tour ; surely the most sublime of " pot-boilers " to be found in all literature. It is diflBcult, from amid the astonishing combination of the elements of power, to select that which is the most admirable ; but, considering both the character of the story and of its particular vehicle, perhaps the greatest achievement of the poem is the sim- ple realistic force of its narrative. To achieve this was of course Coleridge's main object: he had undertaken to "transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth suflacient to procure for these shadows of imaginations that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment which constitutes poetic faith." But it is easier to undertake this than to perform it, and much easier to perform it in prose than in verse — with the assistance of the everyday and the commonplace than without it. Bal- zac's Peau de Chagrin is no doubt a great feat of the realistic-supernatural ; but no one can help feeling how much the author is aided by his " broker's clerk " style of description, and by the familiar Parisian scenes among "1-3 THE "ANCIENT MARINER." 61 which he makes his hero move. It is easier to compass verisimilitude in the Palais-Royal than on the South Pa- cific, to say nothing of the thousand assisting touches, out of place in rhyme and metre, which can be thrown into a prose narrative. The Ancient Mariner, however, in spite of all these drawbacks, is as real to the reader as is the hero of the Peau de Chagrin; we are as convinced of the curse upon one of the doomed wretches as upon the other ; and the strange phantasmagoric haze which is thrown around the ship and the lonely voyager leaves their outlines as clear as if we saw them through the sunshine of the streets of Paris. Coleridge triumphs over his diflBculties by sheer vividness of imagery and terse vigour of descriptive phrase — two qualities for which his previous poems did not prove him to possess by any means so complete a mastery. For among all the beauties of his earlier landscapes we can hardly reckon that of intense and convincing truth. He seems seldom before to have written, as Wordsworth nearly always seemed to write, *' with his eye on the ob- ject ;" and certainly he never before displayed any remark- able power of completing his word -picture with a few touches. In the Ancient Mariner his eye seems never to wander from his object, and again and again the scene starts out upon the canvas in two or three strokes of the brush. The skeleton ship, with the dicing demons on its deck; the setting sun peering "through its ribs, as if through a dungeon - grate ;" the water -snakes under the moonbeams, with the " elfish light " falling off them " in hoary flakes " when they reared ; the dead crew, who work the ship and " raise their limbs like lifeless tools " — every- thing seems to have been actually seen, and we believe it all as the story of a truthful eye-witness. The details of the voyage, too, are all chronicled with such order and 62 COLERIDGE. [chap. regularity, there is such a diary-like air about the whole thing, that we accept it almost as if it were a series of extracts from the ship's " log." Then again the execution — a great thing to be said of so long a poem — is marvel- lously equal throughout; the story never drags or flags for a moment, its felicities of diction are perpetual, and it is scarcely marred by a single weak line. What could have been better said of the instantaneous descent of the tropical night than — " The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : At one stride comes the dark ;" what more weirdly imagined of the "cracks and growls" of the rending iceberg than that they sounded " like noises in a swound ?" And how beautifully steals in the passage that follows upon the cessation of the spirit's song — " It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like to a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune." Then, as the ballad draws to its close, after the ship has drifted over the harbour-bar — " And I with sobs did pray — let me be awake, my God ; Or let me sleep alway," with what consummate art are we left to imagine the phys- ical traces which the mariner's long agony had left be- hind it by a method far more terrible than any direct de- scription — the effect, namely, which the sight of him pro- duces upon others — «n.] «« CHKISTABEL." 68 " I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. " I took the oars : the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go. Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. ' Ha ! ha !' quoth he, ' full plain I see The Devil knows how to row.' " Perfect consistency of plan, in short, and complete equal- ity of execution, brevity, self-restraint, and an unerring sense of artistic propriety — these are the chief notes of the Ancient Mariner , as they are not, in my humble judg- ment, the chief notes of any poem of Coleridge's before or since. And hence it is that this masterpiece of bal- lad minstrelsy is, as has been said, so confounding to the " pigeon-holing " mind. The next most famous poem of this or indeed of any period of Coleridge's life is the fragment of Christahel, which, however, in spite of the poet's own opinion on that point, it is difficult to regard as " a more effective realiza- tion " of the " natural-supernatural " idea. Beautiful as it is, it possesses none of that human interest with which, according to this idea, the narrator of the poetic story must undertake to invest it. Nor can the unfinished con- dition in which it was left be fairly held to account for this, for the characters themselves — the lady Christabel, the witch Geraldine, and even the baron Sir Leoline himself — are somewhat shadowy creations, with too little hold upon life and reality, and too much resemblance to the flitting figures of a dream. Powerful in their way as are the lines descriptive of the spell thrown over Christabel by 84 COLERIDGE. [Chap. her uncanny guest — lines at tte recitation of which Shel- ley is said to have fainted — we cannot say that they strike a reader with such a sense of horror as should be excited by the contemplation of a real flesh -and -blood maiden subdued by " the shrunken serpent eyes " of a sorceress, and constrained "passively to imitate" their "look of dull and treacherous hate." Judging it, however, by any other standard than that of the poet's own erecting, one must certainly admit the claim of Christabel to rank very high as a work of pure creative art. It is so thoroughly suf- fused and permeated with the glow of mystical romance, the whole atmosphere of the poem is so exquisitely ap- propriate to the subject, and so marvellously preserved throughout, that our lack of belief in the reality of the scenes presented to us detracts but little from the pleasure afforded by the artistic excellence of its presentment. It abounds, too, in isolated pictures of surpassing vividness and grace — word-pictures which live in the " memory of the eye " with all the wholeness and tenacity of an actual painting. Geraldine appearing to Christabel beneath the oak, and the two women stepping lightly across the hall " that echoes still, pass as lightly as you will," are pictures of this kind; and nowhere out of Keats's Eve of St. Agnes is there any "interior" to match that of Christabel's chamber, done as it is in little more than half a dozen lines. These beauties, it is true, are fragmentary, like the poem itself, but there is no reason to believe that the poem itself would have gained anything in its entirety — that is to say, as a poetic narrative — by completion. Its main idea — that the purity of a pure maiden is a charm more powerful for the protection of those dear to her than the spells of the evil one for their destruction — had been al- ready sufficiently indicated, and the mode in which Cole- "!•] " CHRISTABEL." 65 ridge, it seems, intended to have worked would hardly have added anything to its effect.' And although he clung till very late in life to the belief that he could have finished it in after-days with no change of poetic manner — " If easy in my mind," he says in a letter to be quoted hereafter, " I have no doubt either of the reawakening power or of the kindling inclination" — there are few students of his later poems who will share his confidence. ' Mr. Gillman (in his Life, p. 301) gives the following somewhat bald outline of what were to form the two concluding cantos, no doubt on the authority of Coleridge himself. The second canto ends, it may be remembered, with the despatch of Bracy the bard to the castle of Sir Roland : " Over the mountains the Bard, as directed by Sir Leoline, hastes witli his disciple ; but, in consequence of one of those inundations supposed to be common to the country, the spot only where the castle once stood is discovered, the edifice itself being washed away. He determines to return. Geraldine, being acquainted with all that is passing, like the weird sisters in Macbeth, vanishes. Reappearing, however, she awaits the return of the Bard, exciting in the meantime by her wily arts all the anger she could rouse in the Baron's breast, as well as that jealousy of which he is described to have been susceptible. The old bard and the youth at length arrive, and therefore she can no longer personate the char- acter of Geraldine, the daughter of Lord Roland de Vaux, but changes her appearance to that of the accepted though absent lover of Chris- tabel. Next ensues a courtship most distressing to Christabel, who feels — she knows not why — great disgust for her once favoui'ed knight. This coldness is very painful to the Baron, who has no more conception than herself of the supernatural transformation. She at last yields to her father's entreaties, and consents to approach the altar with the hated suitor. The real lover returning, enters at this moment, and produces the ring which she had once given him in sign of her betrothment. Thus defeated, the supernatural being Geraldine disappears. As predicted, the castle-bell tolls, the mother's voice is heard, and, to the exceeding great joy of the parties, the rightful marriage takes place, after which follows a reconciliation and explanation between father and daughter." E 5 56 COLERIDGE. [chap. Charles Lamb strongly recommended him to leave it un- finished, and Hartley Coleridge, in every respect as com- petent a judge on that point as could well be found, al- ways declared his conviction that his father could not, at least qualis ab incepto, have finished the poem. The much-admired little piece first published in the Lyrical Ballads under the title of Love, and probably best known by its (original) first and most pregnant stanza,' possesses a twofold interest for the student of Coleridge's life and works, as illustrating at once one of the most marked characteristics of his peculiar tempera- ment, and one of the most distinctive features of his poetic manner. The lines are remarkable for a certain strange fascination of melody — a quality for which Cole- ridge, who was not unreasonably proud of his musical gift, is said to have especially prized them ; and they are noteworthy also as perhaps the fullest expression of the al- most womanly softness of Coleridge's nature. To describe their tone as effeminate would be unfair and untrue, for effeminacy in the work of a male hand would necessarily imply something of falsity of sentiment, and from this they are entirely free. But it must certainly be admitted that for a man's description of his wooing the warmth of feeling which pervades them is as nearly sexless in char- acter as it is possible to conceive ; and, beautiful as the verses are, one cannot but feel that they only escape the " namby-pamby " by the breadth of a hair. As to the wild dream-poem Kubla Khan, it is hardly more than a psychological curiosity, and only that per- * " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame." »i] "KUBLA KHAN." 51 haps in respect of the completeness of its metrical form. For amid its picturesque but vague imagery there is noth- ing which might not have presented itself, and the like of which has not perhaps actually presented itself, to many a half-awakened brain of far lower imaginative en- ergy during its hours of full daylight consciousness than that of Coleridge. Nor possibly is it quite an unknown experience to many of us to have even a fully-written record, so to speak, of such impressions imprinted instan- taneously on the mind, the conscious composition of whole pages of narrative, descriptive, or cogitative matter being compressed as it were into a moment of time. Unfortu- nately, however, the impression made upon the ordinary brain is effaced as instantaneously as it is produced ; the abnormal exaltation of the creative and apprehensive power is quite momentary, being probably, indeed, confined to the single moment between sleep and waking ; and the mental tablet which a second before was covered so thickly with the transcripts of ideas and images, all far more vivid, or imagined to be so, than those of waking life, and all apprehended with a miraculous simultaneity by the mind, is converted into a tabula rasa in the twinkling of a half- opened eye. The wonder in Coleridge's case was that his brain retained the word-impressions sufficiently long to en- able him to commit them, to the extent at least of some fifty odd lines, to paper, and that, according to his own belief, this is but a mere fraction of what but for an un- lucky interruption in the work of transcribing he would have been able to preserve. His own account of this curi- ous incident is as follows : " In the summer of 1'797 the author, then iu ill health, had re- tired to a lonely farmhouse between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence of 58 COLERIDGE. [chap. a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been prescribed, from the effects of which he fell asleep in his chair at the moment that he was reading the following sentence, or words of the same sub- stance, in Purchas's Pilgrimage: 'Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace to be built, and a stately garden thereunto. And thus ten miles of fertile ground were enclosed by a wall.' The Author con- tinued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the ex- ternal senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence that he could not have composed less than from two to three hun- dred lines — if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the corresponding expressions, without any sensation or conscious- ness of effect. On awaking he appeared to himself to have a dis- tinct recollection of the whole, and, taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on busi- ness from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been oast, but, alas ! without the after restoration of the latter." This poem, thoagli written in 1797, remained, like Chris- tabel, in MS. till 1816. These were then published in a thin quarto volume, together with another piece called the Pains of Sleep, a composition of many years' later date than the other two, and of which there will be occasion to say a word or two hereafter. At no time, however, not even in this the high-tide of its activit}^, was the purely poetic impulse dominant for long together in Coleridge's mind. He was born with the instincts of the orator, and still more with those of the teacher, and I doubt whether he ever really regarded him- self as fulfilling the true mission of his life except at those moments when he was seeking by spoken word to exer- in.] HE APPEARS IN THE PULPIT. 59 cise direct influence over his fellow-men. At the same time, however, such was the restlessness of his intellect, and such his instability of purpose, that he could no more remain constant to what he deemed his true vocation than he could to any other. This was now to be signally illus- trated. Soon after the Ancient Mariner was written, and some time before the volume which was to contain it ap- peared, Coleridge quitted Stowey for Shrewsbury to un- dertake the duties of a Unitarian preacher in that town. This was in the month of January, 1798,^ and it seems pretty certain, though exact dates are not to be ascer- tained, that he was back again at Stowey early in the month of February. In the pages of the Liberal (1822) William Hazlitt has given a most graphic and picturesque description of Coleridge's appearance and performance in his Shrewsbury pulpit ; and, judging from this, one can well believe, what indeed was to have been antecedently expected, that had he chosen to remain faithful to his new employment he might have rivalled the reputation of the greatest preacher of the time. But his friends the Wedg- woods, the two sons of the great potter, whose acquaint- ance he had made a few years earlier, were apparently much dismayed at the prospect of his deserting the library for the chapel, and they ojffered him an annuity of £150 a year on condition of his retiring from the ministry and devoting himself entirely to the study of poetry and phi- losophy. Coleridge was staying at the house of Hazlitt's ^ It may be suggested that this sudden resolution was forced upon Coleridge by the res angusta donii. But I do not think that was the case. In the winter of I'ZQ'? he had obtained an introduction to and entered into a literary engagement with Mr. Stuart, of the Morning Post, and could thus have met, as in fact he afterwards did meet, the necessities of the hour. 60 COLERIDGE. [chap. father when the letter containing this liberal offer reached him, " and he seemed," says the younger Hazlitt, " to make up his mind to close with the proposal in the act of tying on one of his shoes." Another inducement to so speedy an acceptance of it is no doubt to be found in the fact of its presenting to Coleridge an opportunity for the fulfilment of a cherished desire — that, namely, of "com- pleting his education," as he regarded it, by studying the German language, and acquiring an acquaintance with the theology and philosophy of Germany in that country itself. This prospect he was enabled, through the generosity of the Wedgwoods, to put into execution towards the end of 1798. But before passing on from this culminating and, to all intents and purposes, this closing year of Coleridge's ca- reer as a poet it will be proper to attempt something like a final review of his poetic work. Admirable as much of that work is, and unique in quality as it is throughout, I must confess that it leaves on my own mind a stronger impression of the unequal and imperfect than does that of any poet at all approaching Coleridge in imaginative vigour and intellectual grasp. It is not a mere inequality and imperfection of style like that which so seriously detracts from the pleasure of reading Byron. Nor is it that the thought is often impar sibi — that, like AYordsworth's, it is too apt to descend from the mountain-tops of poetry to the flats of commonplace, if not into the bogs of bathos. In both these respects Coleridge may and does occasionally offend, but his workmanship is, on the whole, as much more artistic than Byron's as the material of his poetry is of more uni- formly equal value than Wordsworth's. Yet, with almost the sole exception of the Ancient Marine?', his work is in ™-] HIS POETIC WORK. 61 a certain sense more disappointing than that of either. In spite of his theory as to the twofold function of poetry we must finally judge that of Coleridge, as of any other poet, by its relation to the actual. Ancient Mariners and Christabels — the people, the scenery, and the incidents of an imaginary world — may be handled by poetry once and again to the wonder and delight of man ; but feats of this kind cannot — or cannot in the Western world, at any rate — be repeated indefinitely, and the ultimate test of poetry, at least for the modern European reader, is its treatment of actualities — its relations to the world of human action, passion, sensation, thought. And when we try Coleridge's poetry in any one of these four regions of life, we seem forced to admit that, despite all its power and beauty, it at no moment succeeds in convincing us, as at their best moments Wordsworth's and even Byron's continually does, that the poet has found his true poetic vocation — that he is interpreting that aspect of life which he can interpret better than he can any other, and which no other poet, save the one who has vanquished all poets in their own special fields of achievement, can interpret as well as he. In no poem of actuality does Coleridge so victoriously show himself to be the right man at the right work as does Wordsworth in certain moods of seership and Byron in certain moments of passion. Of them at such moods and moments we feel assured that they have discovered where their real strength lies, and have put it forth to the utmost. But we never feel satisfied that Coleridge has discovered where his real strength lies, and he strikes us as feeling no more certainty on the point himself. Strong as is his pinion, his flight seems to resemble rather that of the eaglet than of the full-grown eagle even to the last. He continues "mewing his mighty youth" a little too 62 COLERIDGE. [chap. long. There is a tentativeness of manner which seems to come from a conscious aptitude for many poetic styles and an incapacity to determine which should be definitely adopted and cultivated to perfection. Hence one too often returns from any prolonged ramble through Coleridge's poetry with an unsatisfied feeling which does not trouble us on our return from the best literary country of Byron or Wordsworth. Byron has taken us by rough roads, and Wordsworth led us through some desperately flat and dreary lowlands to his favourite " bits ;" but we feel that we have seen* mountain and valley, wood and river, glen and waterfall at their best. But Coleridge's poetry leaves too much of the feeling of a walk through a fine country on a misty day. We may have had many a peep of beau- tiful scenery and occasional glimpses of the sublime ; but the medium of vision has been of variable quality, and somehow we come home with an uneasy suspicion that we have not seen as much as we might. It is obvious, however, even upon a cursory considera- tion of the matter, that this disappointing element in Cole- ridge's poetry is a necessary result of the circumstances of its production ; for the period of his productive activity (at least after attaining manhood) was too short to enable a mind with so many intellectual distractions to ascertain its true poetic bent, and to concentrate its energies thereupon. If he seems always to be feeling his way towards the work which he could do best, it is for the very good reason that this is what, from 1796 to 1800, he was continually doing as a matter of fact. The various styles which he attempted ■ — and for a season, in each case, with such brilliant results — are forms of poetic expression corresponding, on the face of them, to poetic impulses of an essentially fleeting nature. The political or politico-religious odes were the in] DECLINE OF POETIC IMPULSE. 63 offspring of youthful democratic enthusiasm; the super- natural poems, so to call them for want of a better name, had their origin in an almost equally youthful and more than equally transitory passion for the wild and wondrous. Political disillusion is fatal to the one impulse, and mere advance in years extinguishes the other. Visions of An- cient Mariners and Christabels do not revisit the mature man, and the Toryism of middle life will hardly inspire odes to anything. With the extinction of these two forms of creative im- pulse Coleridge's poetic activity, from causes to be con- sidered hereafter, came almost entirely to an end, and into what later forms it might subsequently have developed re- mains therefore a matter more or less of conjecture. Yet I think there is almost a sufficiency of a priori evidence as to what that form would have been. Had the poet in him survived until years had " brought the philosophic mind," he would doubtless have done for the human spirit, in its purely isolated self-communings, what Wordsworth did for it in its communion with external nature. All that the poetry of Wordsworth is for the mind which loves to hold converse with the world of things ; this, and more perhaps than this — if more be possible — would the poetry of Cole- ridge have been for the mind which abides by preference in the world of self-originating emotion and introspective thought. Wordsworth's primary function is to interpret nature to man : the interpretation of man to himself is with him a secondary process only — the response, in almost ev- ery instance, to impressions from without. This poet can nobly brace the human heart to fortitude ; but he must first have seen the leech-gatherer on the lonely moor. The "presence and the spirit interfused" throughout creation 4 64 COLERIDGE. [chap. is revealed to us in moving and majestic v?ords ; yet the poet requires to have felt it " in the light of setting suns and the round ocean and the living air " before he feels it " in the mind of man." But what Wordsworth grants only to the reader who wanders with him in imagination by lake and mountain, the Muse of Coleridge, had she lived, would have bestowed upon the man who has entered into his in- ner chamber and shut to the door. This, it seems to me, is the work for which genius, temperament, and intellect- ual habit would alike have fitted him. For while his feel- ing for internal nature was undoubtedly less profound, less mystically penetrating than Wordsworth's, his sensibilities in general were incomparably quicker and more subtle than those of the friend in whom he so generously recognised a master ; and the reach of his sympathies extends to forms of human emotion, to subjects of human interest which lay altogether outside the somewhat narrow range of Words- worth. And, with so magnificent a furniture of those mental and moral qualities which should belong to " a singer of man to men," it must not be forgotten that his technical equip- ment for the work was of the most splendidly efEectire kind. If a critic like Mr. Swinburne seems to speak in ex- aggerated praise of Coleridge's lyrics, we can well under- stand their enchantment for a master of music like him- self. Probably it was the same feeling which made Shel- ley describe France as " the finest ode in the English lan- guage." With all, in fact, who hold — as it is surely plausi- ble to hold — that the first duty of a singer is to sing, the poetry of Coleridge will always be more likely to be classed above than below its merits, great as they are. For, if we except some occasional lapses in his sonnets — a metrical ^1 HIS POETIC WORK. 65 form in which, at his best, he is quite " out of the run- ning " with Wordsworth — his melody never fails him. He is a singer always, as Wordsworth is not always, and Byron almost never. The JSolian harp to which he so loved to listen does not more surely respond in music to the breeze of heaven than does Coleridge's poetic utterance to the wind of his inspiration. Of the dreamy fascination which Love exercises over a listening ear I have already spoken ; and there is hardly less charm in the measure and asso- nances of the Circassian Love Chant. Christabel again, considered solely from the metrical point of view, is a veri- table tour deforce — the very model of a metre for roman- tic legend : as which, indeed, it was imitated with suflS- cient grace and spirit, but seldom with anything approach- ing to Coleridge's melody, by Sir Walter Scott. Endowed therefore with so glorious a gift of song, and only not fully master of his poetic means because of the very versatility of his artistic power and the very variety and catholicity of his youthful sympathies, it is unhappily but too certain that the world has lost much by that per- versity of conspiring accidents which so untimely silenced Coleridge's muse. And the loss is the more trying to pos- terity because he seems, to a not, I think, too curiously con- sidering criticism, to have once actually struck that very chord which would have sounded the most movingly be- neath his touch — and to have struck it at the very moment when the failing band was about to quit the keys forever. " Ostendunt terris hunc tantum fata neque ultra Esse sinunt." I cannot regard it as merely fantastic to believe that the Dejection^ that dirge of infinite pathos over the grave of 66 COLERIDGE. [chap. hi. creative imagination, might, but for the fatal decree which had by that time gone forth against Coleridge's health and happiness, have been but the cradle-cry of a new-born po- etic power, in which imagination, not annihilated but trans- migrant, would have splendidly proved its vitality through other forms of song. CHAPTER IV. VISIT TO GEKMANY.— LIFE AT GOTTINGEN. — BETURN. — EX- PLORES THE LAKE COUNTRY. — LONDON. — THE "MORNING POST." — COLERIDGE AS A JOURNALIST. — RETIREMENT TO KESWICK. [1799-1800.] The departure of the two poets for the Continent was de- layed only till they had seen their joint volume through the press. The Lyrical Ballads appeared in the autumn of 1798, and on 16th September of that year Coleridge left Yarmouth for Hamburg with Wordsworth and his sis- ter.' The purpose of his two companions' tour is not known to have been other than the pleasure, or mixed pleasure and instruction, usually derivable from foreign travel ; that of Coleridge was strictly, even sternly, educational. Imme- diately on his arrival in Germany he parted from the Words- worths, who went on to Goslar,^ and took up his abode at * De Quincey's error, in supposing that Coleridge's visit to Ger- many to "complete his education" was made at an earlier date than this journey with the Wordsworths, is a somewhat singular mistake for one so well acquainted with the facts of Coleridge's life. Had we not his own statement that this of 1798 was the first occasion of his quitting his native country, it so happens that we can account in England for nearly every month of his time from his leaving Cam- bridge until this date. * It has only within a comparatively recent period been ascertained that the visit of the Wordsworths to Germany was itself another re- sult of Thomas Wedgwood's generous appreciation of literary merit. It appears, on the incontrovertible testimony of the Wedgwoods' ac- 68 COLERIDGE. [chap. the house of the pastor at Katzeburg, with whom he spent five months in assiduous study of the language. In Jan- uary he removed to Gottingen. Of his life here during the next few months we possess an interesting record in the Early Years and Late Refiections of Dr. Carrlyon, a book published many years after the events which it re- lates, but which is quite obviously a true reflection of im- pressions yet fresh in the mind of its writer when its materials were first collected. Its principal value, in fact, is that it gives us Coleridge from the standpoint of the average young educated Englishman of the day, sufficient- ly intelligent, indeed, to be sensible of his fellow-student's transcendent abilities, but as little awed by them out of youth's healthy irreverence of criticism as the ordinary English undergraduate ever has been by the intellectual supremacy of any "greatest man of his day" who might chance to have been his contemporary at Oxford or Cam- bridge. In Dr. Carrlyon's reminiscences and in the quoted letters of a certain young Parry, another of the English student colony at Gottingen, we get a piquant picture of the poet - philosopher of seven - and - twenty, with his yet buoyant belief in his future, his still unquenched interest in the world of things, and his never-to-be-quenched in- terest in the world of thought, his even then inexhaustible flow of disquisition, his generous admiration for the gifts of others, and his naive complacency — including, it would seem, a touch of the vanity of personal appearance — in his own. " lie frequently," writes Dr. Carrlyon, " recited his own poetry, and not unfrcquently led us further into counts with their agents at Hamburg, that the expenses of all three travellers were defrayed by their friend at home. The credits opened for them amounted, during the course of their stay abroad, to some £260. — Miss Meteyard's A Group of EngJishnen, p. 99. ^■] VISIT TO GERMANY. 69 the labyrinth of his metaphysical elucidations, either of particular passages or of the original conception of any of his productions, than we were able to follow him. At the conclusion, for instance, of the first stanza of Chris- tabel, he would perhaps comment at full length upon such a line as 'Tu-whit! — Tu-whoo!' that we might not fall into the mistake of supposing originality to be its sole merit." The example is not very happily chosen, for Coleridge could hardly have claimed " originality " for an onomatopoeia which occurs in one of Shakspeare's best known lyrics ; but it serves well enough to illustrate the fact that he *' very seldom went right to the end of any piece of poetry ; to pause and analyse was his delight." His disappointment with regard to his tragedy of Osorio was, we also learn, still fresh. He seldom, we are told, "recited any of the beautiful passages with which it abounds without a visible interruption of the perfect com- posure of his mind." He mentioned with great emotion Sheridan's inexcusable treatment of him with respect to it. At the same time, adds his friend, " he is a severe critic of his own productions, and declares " (this no doubt with reference to his then, and indeed his constant esti- mate of Christabel as his masterpiece) "that his best poems have perhaps not appeared in print." Young Parry's account of his fellow - student is also fresh and pleasing. " It is very delightful," he tells a correspondent, " to hear him sometimes discourse on re- ligious topics for an hour together. His fervour is par- ticularly agreeable when compared with the chilling spec- ulations of German philosophers," whom Coleridge, he adds, "successively forced to abandon all their strong- holds." He is "much liked, notwithstanding many pe- culiarities. He is very liberal towards all doctrines and 70 COLERIDGE. [chap. opinions, and cannot be put out of temper. These cir- cumstances give him the advantage of his opponents, who are always bigoted and often irascible. Coleridge is an enthusiast on many subjects, and must therefore appear to many to possess faults, and no doubt he has faults, but he has a good heart and a large mass of information with," as his fellow - student condescendingly admits, " superior talents. The great fault which his friends may lament is the variety of subjects which he adopts, and the abstruse nature of his ordinary speculations, extra homines positas. They can easily," concludes the writer, rising here to the full stateliness of youth's epistolary style — " they can easily excuse his devoted attachment to his country, and his rea- soning as to the means of producing the greatest human happiness, but they do not universally approve the mys- ticism of his metaphysics and the remoteness of his topics from human comprehension." In the month of May, 1799, Coleridge set out with a party of his fellow-students on a walking tour through the Harz Mountains, an excursion productive of much oral philosophising on his part, and of the composition of the Lines on ascending the Brocken, not one of the hap- piest efforts of his muse. As to the philosophising, "he never," says one of his companions on this trip, " appeared to tire of mental exercise ; talk seemed to him a peren- nial pastime, and his endeavours to inform and amuse us ended only with the cravings of hunger or the fatigue of a long march, from which neither his conversational pow- ers nor his stoicism could protect himself or us." It speaks highly for the matter of Coleridge's allocutions that such incessant outpourings during a mountaineering tramp appear to have left no lasting impression of boredom be- hind them. The holiday seems to have been thoroughly ^^•] RETURN TO ENGLAND. VI enjoyed by the whole party, and Coleridge, at any rate, had certainly earned it. For once, and it is almost to be feared for the last time in his life, he had resisted his besetting tendency to dispersiveness, and constrained his intelligence to apply itself to one thing at a time. He bad come to Germany to acquire the language, and to learn what of German theology and metaphysics he might find worth the study, and his five months' steady pursuit of the former object had been followed by another four months of resolute prosecution of the latter. He attended the lectures of Professor Blumenbach, and obtained through a fellow-student notes from those of Eichhorn. He suf- fered no interruption in his studies, unless we are to ex- cept a short visit from Wordsworth and his sister, who had spent most of their stay abroad in residence at Gos- lar ; and he appears, in short, to have made in every way the best use of his time. On 24th June, 1799, he gave his leave-talcing supper at Gottingen, replying to the toast of his health in fluent German but with an execrable ac- cent; and the next day, presumably, he started on his homeward journey. His movements for the next few months are incor- rectly stated in most of the brief memoirs prefixed to the various editions of the poet's works — their writers having, it is to be imagined, accepted without examina- tion a misplaced date of Mr. Gillman's. It is not the fact that Coleridge "returned to England after an absence of fourteen months, and arrived in London the 2'7th of No- vember." His absence could not have lasted longer than a year, for we know from the evidence of Miss Words- worth's diary that he was exploring the Lake country (very likely for the first time) in company with her broth- er and herself in the month of September, 1799. The F 4* 6 12 COLERIDGE. [chap. probability is that he arrived in England early in July, and immediately thereupon did the most natural and proper thing to be done under the circumstances — namely, re- turned to his wife and children at Nether Stowey, and re- mained there for the next two months, after which he set off with the Wordsworths, then still at Alfoxden, to visit the district to which the latter had cither already resolved upon, or were then contemplating, the transfer of their abode. The 27th of November is no doubt the correct date of his arrival in London, though not " from abroad." And his first six weeks in the metropolis were spent in a very characteristic fashion — in the preparation, namely, of a work which he pronounced with perfect accuracy to be destined to fall dead from the press. He shut himself up in a lodging in Buckingham Street, Strand, and by the end of the above-mentioned period he had completed his admirable translation of Wallenstein, in itself a perfect, and indeed his most perfect dramatic poem. The manu- script of this English version of Schiller's drama was pur- chased by Messrs. Longman under the condition that the translation and the original should appear at the same time. Very few copies were sold, and the publishers, in- different to Coleridge's advice to retain the unsold copies until the book should become fashionable, disposed of them as waste paper. Sixteen years afterwards, on the publica- tion of Christahel, they were eagerly sought for, and the few remaining copies doubled their price. It was while engaged upon this work that he formed that connection with political journalism which lasted, though with inter- missions, throughout most of the remainder of his life. His early poetical pieces had, as we have seen, made their first appearance in the Morning Post, but hitherto that newspaper had received no prose contribution from his ^^•^ LONDON. 73 pen. His engagement with its proprietor, Mr. Daniel Stuart, to whom he had been introduced during a visit to London m 1V97, was to contribute an occasional copy of verses for a stipulated annual sum ; and some dozen or so of his poems (notably among them the ode to France and the two strange pieces, Fire, Famine, and Slaughter and The DeviVs Thoughts) had entered the world in this way during the years 1798 and 1799. Misled by the error above corrected, the writers of some of the brief memoirs of Coleridge's life represent him as having sent verse contributions to the Morning Post from Germany in 1799; but as the earliest of these only ap- peared in August of that year, there is no .reason to sup- pose that any of them were written before his return to England. The longest of the serious pieces is the well- known Ode to Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, which cannot be regarded as one of the happiest of Coleridge's productions. Its motive is certainly a little slight, and its sentiment more than a little overstrained. The noble en- thusiasm of the noble lady who, " though nursed in pomp and pleasure," could yet condescend to " hail the platform wild where once the Austrian fell beneath the shaft of Tell," hardly strikes a reader of the present day as remark- able enough to be worth " gushing " over ; and when the poet goes on to suggest as the explanation of Georgiana's having " learned that heroic measure " that the Whig great lady had suckled her own children, we certainly seem to have taken the fatal step beyond the sublime ! It is to be presumed that Tory great ladies invariably employed the services of a wet-nurse, and hence failed to win the same tribute from the angel of the earth, who, usually, while he guides " His chariot-planet round the goal of day, All tremblmg gazes on the eje of God," 74 COLERIDGE. [chaf. but who on this occasion " a moment turned his awful face away " to gaze approvingly on the high-born mother who had so conscientiously performed her maternal duties. Very different is the tone of this poem from that of the two best known of Coleridge's lighter contributions to the Morning Post. The most successful of these, how- ever, from the journalistic point of view, is in a literary sense the less remarkable. One is indeed a little aston- ished to find that a public, accustomed to such admirable political satire as the Anti-Jacobin, should have been so much taken as it seems to have been by the rough ver- sification and somewhat clumsy sarcasm of the DeviPs Thoughts. The poem created something like a furore, and sold a large reissue of the number of the Morning Post in which it appeared. Nevertheless it is from the metrical point of view doggerel, as indeed the author admits, three of its most smoothly-flowing stanzas being from the hand of Southey, while there is nothing in its boisterous political drollery to put its composition beyond the reach of any man of strong partisan feelings and a turn for street-humour. Pire, Famine, and Slaughter, on the other hand, is literary in every sense of the word, re- quiring indeed, and very urgently, to insist on its charac- ter as literature, in order to justify itself against the charge of inhuman malignity. Despite the fact that " letters four do form his name," it is of course an idealised statesman, and not the real flesh and blood Mr. Pitt, whom the sister furies, Fire, Famine, and Slaughter, extol as their patron in these terrible lines. The poem must be treated as what lawyers call an " A. B. case." Coleridge must be supposed to be lashing certain alphabetical symbols arranged in a certain order. This idealising process is perfectly easy and familiar to everybody with the literary sense. The de- ^•] LONDON. Y5 duction for " poetic license " is just as readily, though it does not, of course, require to be as frequently, made with respect to the hyperbole of denunciation as with respect to that of praise. Nor need we doubt that this deduction had in fact been made by all intelligent readers long be- fore that agitating dinner at Mr. Sotheby's, which Cole- ridge describes with such anxious gravity in his apologetic preface to the republication of the lines. On the whole one may pretty safely accept De Quincey's view of the true character of this incident as related by him in his own inimitable fashion, namely, that it was in the nature of an elaborate hoax, played off at the poet's expense.' The malice of the piece is, as De Quincey puts it, quite obviously a " malice of the understanding and fancy," and ' After quoting the two concluding lines of the poem, " Fire's " rebuke of her inconstant sisters, in the words "I alone am faithful, I Cling to him everlastingly," De Quincey proceeds : " The sentiment is diabohcal ; and the ques- tion argued at the London dinner-table (Mr. Sotheby's) was ' Could the writer have been other than a devil ?' . . . Several of the great guns among the literary body were present — in particular Sir Walter Scott, and he, we believe, with his usual good nature, took the apolo- getic side of the dispute ; in fact, he was in the secret. Nobody else, barring the author, knew at first whose good name was at stake. The scene must have been high. The company kicked about the poor diabolic writer's head as though it had been a tennis-ball. Coleridge, the yet unknown criminal, absolutely perspired and fumed in pleading for the defendant ; the company demurred ; the orator grew ui'gent ; wits began to smoke the case as an active verb, the advocate to smoke as a neuter verb ; the ' fun grew fast and furi- ous,' until at length the delinquent arose, burning tears in his eyes, and confessed to an audience now bursting with stifled laughter (but whom he supposed to be bursting with fiery indignation), ' Lo, I am he that wrote it.'" 16 COLERIDGE. [chap. not of the heart. There is significance in the mere fact that the poem was deliberately published by Coleridge two years after its composition, when the vehemence of his political animosities had much abated. Written in 1796, it did not appear in the Morning Post till January, 1798. He was now, however, about to draw closer his connec- tion with the newspaper press. Soon after his return from Germany he was solicited to " undertake the literary and political department in the Morning Post,'''' and acceded to the proposal " on condition that the paper should thence- forward be conducted on certain fixed and announced prin- ciples, and that he should be neither obliged nor requested to deviate from them in favour of any party or any event." Accordingly, from December, 1799, until about midsummer of 1800, Coleridge became a regular contributor of politi- cal articles to this journal, sometimes to the number of two or three in one week. At the end of the period of six months he quitted London, and his contributions became necessarily less frequent, but they were continued (though with two apparent breaks of many months in duration)' until the close of the year 1802. It would seem, however, that nothing but Coleridge's own disinclination prevented this connection from taking a form in which it would have profoundly modified his whole future career. In a letter to Mr. Poole, dated March, 1800, he informs his friend that if he " had the least love of money " he could " make sure of £2000 a year, for that Stuart had offered him half shares ' Sic in Essays on his own Times, by S. T. C, the collection of her father's articles made by Mrs. Nelson (Sara) Coleridge ; but without attributing strange error to Coleridge's own estimate (in the Bio- graphia Literaria) of the amount of his journalistic work, it is im- possible to believe that this collection, forming as it does but two small volumes, and a portion of a third, is anything like complete. "^•] COLERIDGE AS JOURNALIST. tt in his two papers, the Morning Post and the Courier, if he would devote himself to them in conjunction with their proprietor. But I told him," he continues, " that I would not give up the country and the lazy reading of old folios for two thousand times two thousand pounds — in short, that beyond £350 a year I considered money a real evil." Startlingly liberal as this ofier will appear to the journalist, it seems really to have been made. For, writing long af- terwards to Mr. Nelson Coleridge, Mr. Stuart says : " Could Coleridge and I place ourselves thirty years back, and he be so far a man of business as to write three or four hours a day, there is nothing I would not pay for his assistance. I would take him into partnership, and I would enable him to make a large fortune." Nor is there any reason to think that the bargain would have been a bad one for the pro- prietor from the strictly commercial point of view. Cole- ridge in later years may no doubt have overrated the effect of his own contributions on the circulation of the Morning Post, but it must have been beyond question considerable, and would in all likelihood have become far greater if he could have been induced to devote himself more closely to the work of journalism. For the fact is — and it is a fact for which the current conception of Coleridge's intellectu- al character does not altogether prepare one — that he was a workman of the very first order of excellence in this cu- rious craft. The faculties which go to the attainment of such excellence are not perhaps among the highest distinc- tions of the human mind, but, such as they are, they are specific and well marked ; they are by no means the nec- essary accompaniments even of the most conspicuous liter- ary power, and they are likely rather to suffer than to profit by association with great subtlety of intellect or wide phil- osophic grasp. It is not to the advantage of the journal- 78 COLERIDGE. [chap. ist, as such, that he should see too many things at a time, or too far into any one thing, and even the gifts of an ac- tive imagination and an abundant vocabulary are each of them likely to prove a snare. To be wholly successful, the journalist — at least the English journalist — must not be too eloquent, or too witty, or too humorous, or too ingen- ious, or too profound. Yet the English reader likes, or thinks he likes, eloquence ; he has a keen sense of humour, and a fair appreciation of wit ; and he would be much hurt if he were told that ingenuity and profundity were in them- selves distasteful to him. How, then, to give him enough of these qualities to please and not enough to ofEend him — as much eloquence as will stir his emotions, but not enough to arouse his distrust ; as much wit as will carry home the argument, but not enough to make him doubt its sincerity; as much humour as will escape the charge of levity ; as much ingenuity as can be displayed without incurring suspicion, and as much profundity as may impress without bewil- dering? This is a problem which is fortunately simpli- fied for most journalists by the fact of their possessing these qualities in no more than, if in so much as, the min- imum required. But Coleridge, it must be remembered, possessed most of them in embarrassing superfluity. Not all of them indeed, for, though he could be witty and at times humorous, his temptations to excess in these re- spects were doubtless not considerable. But as for his eloquence, he was from his youth upwards Isa:o torren- tior, his dialectical ingenuity was unequalled, and in dis- quisition of the speculative order no man was so apt as he to penetrate more deeply into his subject than most of his readers would care to follow him. A priori, there- fore, one would have expected that Coleridge's instincts would have led him to rhetorise too much in his diction, IV.] COLERIDGE AS JOURNALIST. Y9 to refine too mucli in his arguments, and to philosophise too much in his reflections, to have hit the popular taste as a journalist, and that at the age of eight -and -twenty he would have been unable to subject these tendencies either to the artistic repression of the maturer writer or to the tactical restraints of the trained advocate. This emi- nently natural assumption, however, is entirely rebutted by the facts. Nothing is more remarkable in Coleridge's con- tributions to the Morning Post than their thoroughly work- manlike character from the journalistic point of view, their avoidance of " viewiness," their strict adherence to the one or two simple points which he is endeavouring at any par- ticular juncture in politics to enforce upon his readers, and the steadiness with which he keeps his own and his read- ers' attention fixed on the special political necessities of the hour. Ilis articles, in short, belong to that valuable class to which, while it gives pleasure to the cultivated reader, the most commonplace and Philistine man of busi- ness cannot refuse the, to him, supreme praise of being eminently " practical." They hit the nail on the head in nearly every case, and they take the plainest and most di- rect route to their point, dealing in rhetoric and metaphor only so far as the strictly " business " ends of the argu- ment appear to require. Nothing, for instance, could have been better done, better reasoned and written, more skil- fully adapted throughout to the English taste, than Cole- ridge's criticism (31st Dec, 1799) on the new constitution established by Bonaparte and Sieyes on the foundation of the Consulate, with its eighty senators, the " creatures of a renegade priest, himself the creature of a foreign mer- cenary, its hundred tribunes who are to talk and do noth- ing, and its three hundred legislators whom the constitu- tion orders to be silent." What a ludicrous Purgatory, 80 COLERIDGE. [chap. adds he, " for three hundred Frenchmen !" Very vigorous, moreover, is he on the ministerial rejection of the French proposals of peace in 1800, arguing against the continu- ance of the war on the very sound anti -Jacobin ground that if it were unsuccessful it would inflame French ambi- tion anew, and, if successful, repeat the experience of the results of rendering France desperate, and simply reani- mate Jacobinism. Effective enough too, for the controversial needs of the moment, was the argument that if France were known, as Ministers pretended, to be insincere in soliciting peace, " Ministers would certainly treat with her, since they would again secure the support of the British people in the war, and expose the ambition of the enemy ;" and that, there- fore, the probability was that the British Government knew France to be sincere, and shrank from negotiation lest it should expose their own desire to prosecute the war.' Most happy, again, is his criticism of Lord Grenville's note, with its references to the unprovoked aggression of France (in the matter of the opening of the Scheldt, etc.) as the sole cause and origin of the war. " If this were indeed true, in what ignorance must not Mr. Pitt and Mr. Windham have kept the poor Duke of Portland, who declared in the House of Lords that the cause of the war was the main- tenance of the Christian religion ?" To add literary excellence of the higher order to the peculiar qualities which give force to the newspaper arti- ' Alas, that the facts should be so merciless to the most excellent arguments ! Coleridge could not foresee that Napoleon would, years afterwards, admit in his own Memoirs the insincerity of his overtures. " I had need of war ; a treaty of peace . . . would have withered ev- ery imagination." And when Mr. Pitt's answer arrived, "it filled me with a secret satisfaction." ^■] COLERIDGE AS JOURNALIST. 81 cle is for a jonrnalist, of course, a " counsel of perfection ;" but it remains to be remarked that Coleridge did make this addition in a most conspicuous manner. Mrs. H. N. Coleridge's three volumes of her father's Essays on his own Times deserve to live as literature apart altogether from their merits as journalism. Indeed, among the arti- cles in the Morning Post between 1799 and 1802 may be found some of the finest specimens of Coleridge's maturer prose style. The character of Pitt, which appeared on 19th March, 1800, is as remarkable for its literary merits as it is for the almost humorous political perversity which would not allow the Minister any single merit except that which he owed to the sedulous rhetorical training received by him from his father, viz., " a premature and unnatural dexterity in the combination of words." ' The letters to Fox, again, though a little artificialised perhaps by remi- niscences of Junius, are full of weight and dignity. But by far the most piquant illustration of Coleridge's peculiar power is to be found in the comparison between his own version of Pitt's speech of lYth February, 1800, on the continuance of the war, with the report of it which ap- peared in the Times of that date. With the exception of ' The following passage, too, is curious as showing how polemics, like history, repeat themselves. " As his reasonings were, so is his eloquence. One character pervades his whole being. Words on words, finely arranged, and so dexterously consequent that the whole bears the semblance of argument and still keeps awake a sense of surprise ; but, when all is done, nothing rememberable has been said ; no one philosophical remark, no one image, not even a pointed apho- rism. Not a sentence of Mr. Pitt's has ever been quoted, or formed the favourite phrase of the day— a thing unexampled in any man of equal reputation." With the alteration of one word — the proper name— this passage might have been taken straight from some po- litical diatribe of to-day. 82 COLERIDGE. [chap. a few unwarranted elaborations of the arguments here and there, the two speeches are in substance identical ; but the effect of the contrast between the Minister's cold state- paper periods and the life and glow of the poet-journalist's style is almost comic, Mr. Giliraan records that Canning, calling on business at the editor's, inquired, as others had done, who was the reporter of the speech for the Morning Post, and, on being told, remarked drily that the report "did more credit to his head than to his memory." On the whole one can well understand Mr. Stuart's anx- iety to secure Coleridge's permanent collaboration with him in the business of journalism ; and it would be possi- ble to maintain, with less of paradox than may at first sight appear, that it would have been better not only for Cole- ridge himself but for the world at large if the editor's ef- forts had been successful. It would indeed have been bow- ing the neck to the yoke ; but there are some natures upon which constraint of that sort exercises not a depressing but a steadying influence. What, after all, would the loss in hours devoted to a comparatively inferior class of literary labour have amounted to when compared with the gain in much-needed habits of method and regularity, and — more valuable than all to an intellect like Coleridge's — in the constant reminder that human life is finite and the mate- rials of human speculation infinite, and that even a world- embracing mind must apportion its labour to its day ? There is, however, the great question of health to be con- sidered — the question, as every one knows, of Coleridge's whole career and life. If health was destined to give way, in any event — if its collapse, in fact, was simply the cause of all the lamentable external results which followed it, while itself due only to predetermined internal conditions over which the sufferer had no control — then to be sure IV.] REMOVAL TO THE LAKES. 83 cadit qucestio. At London or at the Lakes, among news- paper files or old folios, Coleridge's life would in that case have run the same sad course ; and his rejection of Mr. Stuart's offer becomes a matter of no particular interest to disappointed posterity. But be that as it may, the " old folios" won the day. In the summer of 1800 Coleridge quitted London, and having wound up his affairs at his then place of residence, removed with his wife and chil- dren to a new and beautiful home in that English Lake country with which his name was destined, like those of Southey and Wordsworth, to be enduringly associated. CHAPTER V. LIFE AT KESWICK. — SECOND PART OF " CHKISTABEL." — FAIL- ING HEALTH. — RESORT TO OPIUM. — THE " ODE TO DEJEC- TION." — INCREASING RESTLESSNESS. — VISIT TO MALTA. [1800-1804] We are now approaching the turning-point, moral and physical, of Coleridge's career. The next few years de- termined not only his destiny as a writer but his life as a man. Between his arrival at Keswick in the summer of 1800 and his departure for Malta in the spring of 1804 that fatal change of constitution, temperament, and habits which governed the whole of his subsequent history had fully established itself. Between these two dates he was transformed from the Coleridge of whom his young fellow- students in Germany have left us so pleasing a picture into the Coleridge whom distressed kinsmen, alienated friends, and a disappointed public were to have before them for the remainder of his days. Here, then, at Keswick, and in these first two or three years of the century — here or nowhere is the key to the melancholy mystery to be found. It is probable that only those who have gone with some minuteness into the facts of this singular life are aware how great was the change effected during this very short period of time. When Coleridge left London for the Lake country, he had not completed his eight -and -twentieth CHAP. T.] LIFE AT KESWICK. 85 year. Before he was thirty he wrote that Ode to Dejec- tion in which his spiritual and moral losses are so patheti- cally bewailed. His health and spirits, his will and habits, may not have taken any unalterable bent for the worse until 1804, the year of his departure for Malta — the date which I have thought it safest to assign as the definitive close of the earlier and happier period of his life; but undoubtedly the change had fully manifested itself more than two years before. And a very great and painful one it assuredly was. We know from the recorded evi- dence of Dr. Carrlyon and others that Coleridge was full of hope and gaiety, full of confidence in himself and of interest in life during his few months' residence in Ger- many. The annus mirabilis of his poetic life was but two years behind him, and his achievements of 1797-98 seemed to him but a mere earnest of what he was destined to ac- complish. His powers of mental concentration were un- diminished, as his student days at Gottingen sufficiently proved ; his conjugal and family affections, as Dr. Carr- lyon notes for us, were still unimpaired ; his own verse gives signs of a home-sickness and a yearning for his own fireside which were in melancholy contrast with the rest- lessness of his later years. Nay, even after his return to England, and during the six months of his regular work on the Morning Post, the vigour of his political articles entirely negatives the idea that any relaxation of intel- lectual energy had as yet set in. Yet within six months of his leaving London for Keswick there begins a progres- sive decline in Coleridge's literary activity in every form. The second part of Christabel, beautiful but inferior to the first, was composed in the autumn of 1800, and for the next two years, so far as the higher forms of literature are concerned, " the rest is silence." The author of the pref- 86 COLERIDGE. [chap. atory memoir in the edition of Coleridge's Poetical and Dramatic Works (1880) enumerates some half-dozen slight pieces contributed to the Morning Post in 1801, but de- clares that Coleridge's poetical contributions to this paper during 1802 were "very rich and varied, and included the magnificent ode entitled Dejection.'''' Only the latter clause of this statement is entitled, I think, to command our assent. Varied though the list may be, it is hardly to be described as " rich." It covers only about seven weeks in the autumn of 1802, and, with the exception of the Lovers'' Resolution and the " magnificent ode " referred to, the pieces are of the shortest and slightest kind. Nor is it accurate to say that the "political articles of the same period were also numerous and important." On the contrary, it would appear from an examination of Mrs. H. N. Coleridge's collection that her father's contributions to the Post between his departure from London and the au- tumn of 1802 were few and intermittent, and in August, 1803, the proprietorship of that journal passed out of Mr. Stuart's hands. It is, in short, I think, impossible to doubt that very shortly after his migration to the Lake country he practically ceased not only to write poetry but to pro- duce any mentionable quantity of complete work in the prose form. His mind, no doubt, was incessantly active throughout the whole of the deplorable period upon which we are now entering ; but it seems pretty certain that its activity was not poetic nor even critical, but purely philo- sophical, and that the products of that activity went exclu- sively to marginalia and the pages of note-books. Yet unfortunately we have almost no evidence, personal or other, from which we can with any certainty construct the psychological — if one should not rather say the physio- logical, or better still, perhaps, the pathological — history of v.] GRETA HALL. 87 this cardinal epoch in Coleridge's life. Miss Wordsworth's diary is nearly silent about him for the next few years ; he was living indeed sorae dozen miles from her brother at Grasmere, and they could not therefore have been in daily intercourse. Southey did not come to the Lakes till 1803, and the records of his correspondence only begin there- fore from that date. Mr. Cottle's Reminiscences are here a blank; Charles Lamb's correspondence yields little; and though De Quincey has plenty to say about this period in his characteristic fashion, it must have been based upon pure gossip, as he cites no authorities, and did not himself make Coleridge's acquaintance till six years afterwards. This, however, is at least certain, that his gloomy accounts of his own health begin from a period at which his satis- faction with his new abode was still as fresh as ever. The house which he had taken, now historic as the residence of two famous Englishmen, enjoyed a truly beautiful situa- tion and the command of a most noble view. It stood in the vale of Derwentwater, on the bank of the river Greta, and about a mile from the lake. When Coleridge first entered it, it was uncompleted, and an arrangement was made by which, after completion, it was to be divided be- tween the tenant and the landlord, a Mr. Jackson. As it turned out, however, the then completed portion was shared by them in common, the other portion, and eventually the whole, being afterwards occupied by Southey. In April, 1801, some eight or nine months after his tak- ing possession of Greta Hall, Coleridge thus describes it to its future occupant : " Our house stands en a low hill, the whole front of which is one field and an enormous garden, nine-tenths of which is a nursery gar- den. Behind the house is an orchard and a small wood on a steep slope, at the foot of which is the river Greta, which winds round and Go V 88 COLERIDGE. [chap. catches the evening's light in the front t)f the house. In front we have a giant camp — an encamped army of tent-like mountains which, by an inverted arch, gives a view of another vale. On our right the lovely vale and the wedge-shaped lake of Bassenthwaite ; and on our left Derwentwater and Lodore full in view, and the fantastic moun- tains of Borrowdale. Behind is the massy Skiddaw, smooth, green, high, with two chasms and a tent-like ridge in the larger. A fairer scene you have not seen in all your wanderings." There is here no note of discontent with the writer's sur- roundings ; and yet, adds Mr. Cuthbert Southey in his Life and Correspondence of his father, the remainder of this let- ter was filled by Coleridge with " a most gloomy account of his health." Southey writes him in reply that he is convinced that his friend's " complaint is gouty, that good living is necessary, and a good climate." In July of the same year he received a visit from Southey at Greta Hall, and one from Charles and Mary Lamb in the following summer, and it is probable that during such intervals of pleasurable excitement his health and spirits might tempo- rarily rally. But henceforward and until his departure for Malta we gather nothing from any source as to Coleridge's normal condition of body and mind which is not unfa- vourable, and it is quite certain that he had long before 1804 enslaved himself to that fatal drug which was to remain his tyrant for the rest of his days. When, then, and how did this slavery begin? What was the precise date of Coleridge's first experiences of opium, and what the original cause of his taking it ? Within what time did its use become habitual ? To what extent was the decline of his health the effect of the evil habit, and to what, if any, extent its cause ? And how far, if at all, can the deterioration of his character and powers be attributed to a decay of physical constitution, brought about by influences beyond the sufferer's own control ? v] OPIUM-EATING. 89 Could every one of these questions be completely an- swered, we should be in a position to solve the very obscure and painful problem before us ; but though some of them can be answered with more or less approach to complete- ness, there is only one of them which can be finally disposed of. It is certain, and it is no doubt matter for melancholy satisfaction to have ascertained it, that Coleridge first had" recourse to opium as an anodyne. It was Nature's revolt from pain, and not her appetite for pleasure, which drove him to the drug ; and though De Quincey, with his almost comical malice, remarks that, though Coleridge began in the desire to obtain relief, "there is no proof that he did not end in voluptuousness," there is on the other hand no proof whatever that he did so end — until the habit was formed. It is quite consistent with probability, and only accords with Coleridge's own express affirmations, to be- lieve that it was the medicinal efficacy of opium, and this quality of it alone, which induced him to resort to it again and again until his senses contracted that well-known and insatiable craving for the peculiar excitement, "voluptuous" only to the initiated, which opium-intoxication creates. But let Coleridge speak on this point for himself. Writing in April, 1826, he says: " I wrote a few stanzas three-and-twenty years ago, soon after my eyes had been opened to the true nature of the habit into which I had been ignorantly deluded by the seeming magic effects of opium, in the sudden removal of a supposed rheumatic affection, attended with swellings in my knees and palpitation of the heart and pains all over me, by which I had been bedridden for nearly six months. Un- happily among my neighbours' and landlord's books were a large number of medical reviews and magazines. I had always a fondness (a common case, but most mischievous turn with reading men who are at all dyspeptic) for dabbling in medical writings ; and in one of these reviews I met a case which I fancied very like my own, in which 90 COLERIDGE. [chap. a cure had been effected by the Kendal Black Drop. In an evil hour I procured it : it worked miracles — the swellings disappeared, the pains vanished. I was all alive, and all around me being as ignorant as myself, nothing could exceed my triumph. I talked of nothing else, prescribed the newly-discovered panacea for all complaints, and carried a little about with me not to lose any opportunity of adminis- tering ' instant relief and speedy cure ' to all complainers, stranger or friend, gentle or simple. Alas ! it is with a bitter smile, a laugh of gall and bitterness, that I recall this period of unsuspecting delu- sion, and how I first became aware of the Maelstrom, the fatal whirl- pool to which I was drawing, just when the current was beyond my strength to stem. The state of my mind is truly portrayed in the following effusion, for God knows that from that time I was the victim of pain and terror, nor had I at any time taken the flattering poison as a stimulus or for any craving after pleasurable sensation." The " eflfusion " in question has parted company with the autobiographical note, and the author of the prefatory memoir above quoted conjectures it to have been a little poem entitled the Visionary Hopej but I am myself of opinion, after a careful study of both pieces, that it is more probably the Pains of Sleep, which moreover is known to have been written in 1803. But whichever it be, its date is fixed in that year by the statement in the autobiograph- ical note of 1826 that the stanzas referred to in it were written " twenty-three years ago." Thus, then, we have the two facts established, that the opium-taking habit had its origin in a bodily ailment, and that at some time in 1803 that habit had become confirmed. The disastrous experi- ment in amateur therapeutics, which was the means of im- planting it, could not have taken place, according to the autobiographical note, until at least six months after Cole- ridge's arrival at Keswick, and perhaps not for some months later yet. At any rate, it seems tolerably certain that it was not till the spring of 1801, when the climate of the v.] OPIUM-EATING. yi Lake country first began to tell unfavourably on bis bealtb, that tbe " Kendal Black Drop " was taken. Possibly it may have been about the time (April, 1801) when he wrote the letter to Southey which has been quoted above, and which, it will be remembered, contained " so gloomy an account of his health," How painfully ailing he was at this time we know from a variety of sources, from some of which we also gather that he must have been a sufferer in more or less serious forms from his boyhood upwards. Mr. Gillman, for instance, who speaks on this point with the twofold author- ity of confidant and medical expert, records a statement of Coleridge's to the effect that, as a result of such schoolboy imprudences as " swimming over the New River in my clothes and remaining in them, full half the time from sev- enteen to eighteen was passed by me in the sick ward of Christ's Hospital, afflicted with jaundice and rheumatic fever." From these indiscretions and their consequences " may be dated," Mr. Gillman thinks, "all his bodily suffer- ings in future life." That he was a martyr to periodical attacks' of rheumatism for some years before his migration to Keswick is a conclusion resting upon something more than conjecture. The Ode to the Departing Year (1796) was written, as he has himself told us, under a severe at- tack of rheumatism in the head. In 1797 he describes him- self in ill health, and as forced to retire on that account to the "lonely farmhouse between Porlock and London on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire," where Kubla Khan was written.^ • Were it not for Coleridge's express statement that he first took opium at Keswick, one would be inclined to attribute the gorgeous but formless imagery of that poem to the effects of the stimulant. It is certainly very like a metrical version of one of the pleasant va> riety of opium-dreams described in De Quincey's poetic prose. 92 COLERIDGE. [chap. Thus much is, moreover, certain, that whatever were Coleridge's health and habits during the first two years of his residence at Keswick, his career as a poet — that is to say, as a poet of the first order — was closed some months before that period had expired. The ode entitled Dejec- tion, to which reference has so often been made, was writ- ten on the 4th of April, 1802, and the evidential impor- tance which attaches, in connection with the point under inquiry, to this singularly pathetic utterance has been al- most universally recognised. Coleridge has himself cited its most significant passage in the Biographia Literaria as supplying the best description of his mental state at the time when it was written. De Quincey quotes it with ap- propriate comments in his Coleridge and Opium-eating. Its testimony is reverently invoked by the poet's son in the in- troductory essay prefixed by him to his edition of his fa- ther's works. The earlier stanzas are, however, so neces- sary to the comprehension of Coleridge's mood at this time that a somewhat long extract must be made. In the open- ing stanza he expresses a longing that the storm which cer- tain atmospheric signs of a delusively calm evening appear to promise might break forth, so that " Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live." And thus, with ever - deepening sadness, the poem pro- ceeds : "A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief In word, or sigh, or tear — v.] "DEJECTION." 93 Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen ; Yon crescent Moon as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; 1 see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel how beautiful they are ! " My genial spirits fail. And what can these avail To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour. Though I should gaze forever On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are withiiL *' Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd. Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth, A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth. Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! " pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! 94 COLERIDGE. [chap. What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power. Joy, virtuous Lady ! Joy that ne'er was given, Save to the pure, and in their purest hour. Life, and Life's effluence, cloud at once and shower, Joy, Lady ! is the spirit and the power, Which, wedding Nature to us, gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven, Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice ! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice. All colours a suffusion from that light." And then follows the much quoted, profoundly touch- ing, deeply significant stanza to which we have referred : " There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Lnagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by absti'use research to steal From my own nature all the natural Man — This my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole. And now is almost grown the habit of my Soul." Sadder lines than these were never perhaps written by any poet in description of his own feelings. And what v.] "DEJECTION." 95 gives them their peculiar sadness — as also, of course, their special biographical value — is that they are not, like Shel- ley's similarly entitled stanzas, the mere expression of a passing mood. They are the record of a life change, a veritable threnody over a spiritual death. For there can be no doubt — his vyhole subsequent history goes to show it — that Coleridge's "shaping spirit of Imagination" was in fact dead when these lines were written. To a man of stronger moral fibre a renascence of the poetical in- stinct in other forms might, as I have suggested above, been possible ; but the poet of Christabel and the Ancient Mariner was dead. The metaphysician had taken his place, and was striving, in abstruse research, to live in forgetful ness of the loss. Little more, that is to say, than a twelvemonth after the composition of the second part of Christabel the impulse which gave birth to it had passed away forever. Opium-taking had doubtless begun by this time — may conceivably indeed have begun nearly a year before — and the mere mood of the poem, the temporary phase of feeling which directed his mind inwards into deeper reflections on its permanent state, is no doubt strongly suggestive, in its excessive depression, of the ter- rible reaction which is known to follow upon opium-ex- citement. But, I confess, it seems to me improbable that even the habitual use of the stimulant for so comparative- ly short a time as twelve months could have produced so profound a change in Coleridge's intellectual nature. I cannot but think that De Quincey overstates the case in declaring that " opium killed Coleridge as a poet," though it may well be that, after the collapse of health, which appears to me to have been the real causa causans in the matter, had killed the poet as we know him, opium pre- vented his resurrection in another and it may be but little 6* 96 COLERIDGE. [chap. inferior form. On the whole, in fact, the most probable account of this all-important era in Coleridge's life appears to me to be this: that in the course of 1801, as he was approaching his thirtieth year, a distinct change for the worse — precipitated possibly, as Mr. Gillman thinks, by the climate of his new place of abode — took place in his constitution; that his rheumatic habit of body, and the dyspeptic trouble by which it was accompanied, became confirmed ; and that the severe attacks of the acute form of the malady which he underwent produced such a per- manent lowering of his vitality and animal spirits a.?,, first, to extinguish the creative impulse, and then to drive him to the physical anodyne of opium and to the mental stim- ulant of metaphysics. From the summer of 1801, at any rate, his malaise, both of mind and body, appears to have grown apace. Repeated letters from Southey allow us to see how deeply concerned he was at this time about his friend's condition. Plans of foreign travel are discussed between them, and Southey endeavours in vain to spur his suffering and de- pressed correspondent to " the assertion of his supremacy " in some new literary work. But, with the exception of his occasional contributions to the press, whatever he com- mitted to paper during these years exists only, if at all, in a fragmentary form. And his restlessness, continually on the increase, appears by the end of 1802 to have become ungovernable. In November of that year he eagerly ac- cepted an offer from Thomas Wedgwood to become his companion on a tour, and he spent this and the greater part of the following month in South Wales with some temporary advantage, it would seem, to his health and spirits. " Coleridge," writes Mr. Wedgwood to a friend, " is all kindness to me, and in prodigious favour here. v.] RESTLESSNESS. gt He is quite easy, cheerful, and takes great pains to make himself pleasaut. He is willing, indeed desirous, to ac- company me to any part of the globe." " Coll and I," he writes on another occasion, the abbreviation of name having been suggested to him by Coleridge himself, " har- monise amazingly," and adds that his companion " takes long rambles, and writes a great deal." But the fact that such changes of air and scene produced no permanent ef- fect upon the invalid after his return to his own home appears to show that now, at any rate, his fatal habit had obtained a firm hold upon him. And his "writing a great deal resulted " only in the filling of many note- books, and perhaps the sketching out of many of those vast schemes of literary labour of which he was destined to leave so remarkable a collection at his death. One such we find him forwarding to Southey in the August of 1803 — the plan of a Bibliotheca Britannica, or "His- tory of British Literature, bibliographical, biographical, and critical," in eight volumes. The first volume was to con- tain a "complete history of all Welsh, Saxon, and Erse books that are not translations, but the native growth of Britain ;" to accomplish which, writes Coleridge, " I will with great pleasure join you in learning Welsh and Erse." The sec- ond volume was to contain the history of English poetry and poets, including " all prose truly poetical." The third volume "Enghsh prose, considered as to style, as to elo- quence, as to general impressiveness ; a history of styles and manners, their causes, their birthplace and parentage, their analysis." The fourth volume would take up " the history of metaphysics, theology, medicine, alchemy ; com- mon, canon, and Roman law from Alfred to Henry VH." The fifth would "carry on metaphysics and ethics to the present day in the first half, and comprise in the second 98 COLERIDGE. [chap. half the theology of all the reformers." In the sixth and seventh volumes were to be included " all the articles you (Southey) can get on all the separate arts and sciences that have been treated of in books since the Reformation ; and by this time," concludes the enthusiastic projector, "the book, if it answered at all, would have gained so high a reputation that you need not fear having whom you liked to write the different articles — medicine, surgery, chemis- try, etc. ; navigation, travellers' voyages, etc., etc." There is certainly a melancholy humour in the formulation of so portentous a scheme by a man who was at this moment wandering aimlessly among the lakes and mountains, una- ble to settle down to any definite piece of literary work, or even to throw ofE a fatal habit, which could not fail, if persevered in, to destroy all power of steady application in the future. That neither the comic nor the pathetic ele- ment in the situation was lost upon Southey is evident from his half - sad, half - satirical, wholly winning reply. " Your plan," he writes, " is too good, too gigantic, quite beyond my powers. If you had my tolerable state of health and that love of steady and productive employment which is now grown into a necessary habit with me, if you were to execute and would execute it, it would be beyond all doubt the most valuable work of any age or any coun- try ; but I cannot fill up such an outline. No man can better feel where he fails than I do, and to rely upon you for whole quartos ! Dear Coleridge, the smile that comes with that thought is a very melancholy one ; and if Edith saw me now she would think my eyes were weak again, when in truth the humour that covers them springs from another cause." A few weeks after this interchange of correspondence Coleridge was once again to prove how far he was from possessing Southey's " tolerable state of v.] INCREASING RESTLESSNESS. 99 health." Throughout the whole of this year he had been more restless than ever. In January, 1803, we find him staying with Southey at Bristol, " sufEering terribly from the climate, and talking of going abroad." A week later he is at Stowey, planning schemes, not destined to be real- ised, of foreign travel with Wedgwood. Returning again to Keswick, he started, after a few months' quiescence, on 15th August, in company with Wordsworth and his sister, for a tour in Scotland, but after a fortnight he found him- self too ill to proceed. The autumn rains set in, and " poor Coleridge," writes Miss Wordsworth, " being very unwell, determined to send his clothes to Edinburgh, and make the best of his way thither, being afraid to face much wet weather in an open carriage." It is possible, however, that his return to Keswick may have been hastened by the cir- cumstance that Southey, who had paid a brief visit to the Lake country two years before, was expected in a few days at the house which was destined to be his abode for the longest portion of his life. He arrived at Greta Hall on 7th September, 1803, and from time to time during the next six months his correspondence gives us occasional glimpses of Coleridge's melancholy state. At the end of December, his health growing steadily worse, he conceived the project of a voyage to Madeira, .and quitted Keswick with the intention, after paying a short visit to the Words- worths, of betaking himself to London to make prepara- tions. His stay at Grasmere, however, was longer than he had counted on. "He was detained for a month by a se- vere attack of illness, induced, if his description is to be relied on, by the use of narcotics.' Unsuspicious of the ' See Miss Meteyard {A Group of Englishmen, p. 223). Her evi- dence, however, on any point otherwise doubtful in Coleridge's his- tory should be received with caution, as her estimate of the poet certainly errs somewhat on the side of excessive harshness. 100 COLERIDGE. [chap. t. cause, Mrs. and Miss Wordsworth nursed him with the tenderest affection, while the poet himself, usually a parsi- monious man, forced upon him, to use Coleridge's own words, a hundred pounds in the event of his going to Madeira, and his friend Stuart offered to befriend him." From Grasraere he went to Liverpool, where he spent a pleasant week with his old Unitarian friend, Dr. Cromp- ton, and arrived in London at the close of 1803. Here, however, his plans were changed. Malta was substituted for Madeira, in response to an invitation from his friend Mr., afterwards Sir John, Stoddart, then resident as judge in the Mediterranean island. By 12th March, as we gather from the Southey correspondence, the change of arrange- ments had been made. Two days afterwards he receives a letter of valediction from his " old friend and brother " at Greta Hall, and on 2d April, 1804, he sailed from Eng- land in the Speedwell, dropping anchor sixteen days later in Valetta harbour. CHAPTER VI. STAY AT MALTA. — ITS INJURIOUS EFFECTS. — RETUKN TO ENG- LAND. — MEETING WITH DE QUINCEY. — RESIDENCE IN LON- DON. — FIRST SERIES OP LECTURES. [1806-1809.] Never was human being destined so sadly and signally to illustrate the caelum non animum aphorism as the unhappy passenger on the Sj^eedivell. Southey shall describe his condition when he left England ; and his own pathetic lines to William Wordsworth will picture him to us on his return. " You are in great measure right about Coleridge," writes the former to his friend Rickman, " he is worse in body than you seem to believe ; but the main cause lies in his own management of himself, or rather want of man- agement. His mind is in a perpetual St. Vitus's dance — eternal activity without action. At times he feels morti- fied that he should have done so little, but this feeling never produces any exertion. ' I will begin to-morrow,' he says, and thus he has been all his life long letting to- day slip. He has had no heavy calamities in life, and so contrives to be miserable about trifles. Poor fellow, there is no one thing which gives me so, much pain as the wit- nessing such a waste of unequalled powers." Then, after recalling the case of a highly promising schoolfellow, who had made shipwreck of his life, and whom " a few indi- 102 '^COLERIDGE. [chap. viduals only remember with a sort of horror and affection, which just serves to make them melancholy whenever they think of him or mention his name," he adds : " This wili not be the case with Coleridge ; the disjecta membra will be found if he does not die early : but having so much to do, so many errors to weed out of the world which he is capable of eradicating, if he does die without doing his work, it would half break my heart, for no human being has had more talents allotted." Such being his closest friend's account of him, and knowing, as we now do (what Southey perhaps had no suspicion of at the time), the chief if not the sole or original cause of his morally nerve- less condition, it is impossible not to feel that he did the worst possible thing for himself in taking this journey to Malta. In quitting England he cut himself off from those last possibilities of self - conquest which the society and counsels of his friends might otherwise have afforded him, and the consequences were, it is to be feared, disastrous. After De Quincey's incredibly cool assertion that it was " notorious that Coleridge began the use of opium, not as a relief from any bodily pain or nervous irritations, since his constitution was strong and excellent (!), but as a source of luxurious sensations," we must receive anything which he has to say on this particular point with the utmost caution ; but there is only too much plausibility in his statement that, Coleridge being necessarily thrown, while at Malta, " a good deal upon his own resources in the nar- row society of a garrison, he there confirmed and cher- ished . . . his habit of taking opium in large quantities." Contrary to his expectations, moreover, the Maltese climate failed to benefit him. At first, indeed, he did experience some feeling of relief, but afterwards, according to Mr. Gill- man, he spoke of his rheumatic limbs as "lifeless tools," Ti.] STAY AT MALTA 108 and of the " violent pains in his bowels, which neither opium, ether, nor peppermint combined could relieve." Occupation, however, was not wanting to him, if occu- pation could have availed in the then advanced stage of his case. He early made the acquaintance of the gov- ernor of the island. Sir Alexander Ball, who, having just lost his secretary by death, requested Coleridge to under- take that official's duties until his successor should be ap- pointed. By this arrangement the governor and the pub- lic service in all likelihood profited more than the provi- sional secretary; for Coleridge's literary abilities proved very serviceable in the department of diplomatic corre- spondence. The dignities of the office, Mr. Gillman tells us, no doubt on Coleridge's own authority, " he never at- tempted to support ; he was greatly annoyed at what he thought its unnecessary parade, and he petitioned Sir Al- exander Ball to be relieved from it." The purely mechan- ical duties of the post, too, appear to have troubled him. He complains, in one of the journals which he kept dur- ing this period, of having been " for months past inces- santly employed in official tasks, subscribing, examining, administering oaths, auditing, etc." On the whole it would seem that the burden of his secretarial employ- ment, though doubtless it would have been found light enough by any one accustomed to public business, was rather a weariness to the flesh than a distraction to the mind ; while in the meantime a new symptom of disorder — a difficulty of breathing, to which he was always after- wards subject — began to manifest itself in his case. Prob- ably he was glad enough — relieved, in more than one sense of the word — when, in the autumn of 1805, the new sec- retary arrived at Malta to take his place. On 2'7th September Coleridge quitted the island on his H 8 104 COLERIDGE. [chap. homeward journey via Italy, stopping for a short time at Syracuse on his way. At Naples, which he reached on the 15th of December, he made a longer stay, and in Rome his sojourn lasted some months. Unfortunately, for a reason which will presently appear, there remains no written rec- ord of his impressions of the Eternal City; and though Mr. Gillman assures us that the gap is " partly filled by his own verbal account, repeated at various times to the writer of this memoir," the public of to-day is only indebted to *' the writer of this memoir " for the not very startling information that Coleridge, " while in Rome, was actively employed in visiting the great works of art, statues, pict- ures, buildings, palaces, etc. etc., observations on which he minuted down for publication." It is somewhat more interesting to learn that he made the acquaintance of many literary and artistic notabilities at that time congregated there, including Tieck, the German poet and novelist, and the American painter Alston, to whose skill we owe what is reputed to be the best of his many not easily reconcilable portraits. The loss of his Roman memoranda was indi- rectly brought about by a singular incident, his account of which has met with some undeserved ridicule at the hands of Tory criticism. When about to quit Rome for England via Switzerland and Germany he took the precaution of inquiring of Baron von Humboldt, brother of the traveller, and then Prussian Minister at the Court of Rome, whether the proposed route was safe, and was by him informed that he would do well to keep out of the reach of Bona- parte, who was meditating the seizure of his person. Ac- cording to Coleridge, indeed, an order for his arrest had actually been transmitted to Rome, and he was only saved from its execution by the connivance of the "good old Pope," Pius VII., who sent him a passport and counselled Ti.] RETURN TO ENGLAND. 105 his immediate flight. Hastening to Leghorn, he discovered an American vessel ready to sail for England, on board of which he embarked. On the voyage she was chased by a French vessel, which so alarmed the captain that he com- pelled Coleridge to throw his papers, including these pre- cious MSS., overboard. The wrath of the First Consul against him was supposed to have been excited by his con- tributions to the Morning Post, an hypothesis which De Quincey reasonably finds by no means so ridiculous as it appeared to a certain writer in Blackwood, who treated it as the " very consummation of moon-struck vanity," and compared it to " John Dennis's frenzy in retreating from the sea-coast under the belief that Louis XIV. had com- missioned commissaries to land on the English shore and make a dash at his person." It must be remembered, however, that Mr. Fox, to whose statement on such a point Napoleon would be likely to attach especial weight, had declared in the House of Commons that the rupture of the Peace of Amiens had been brought about by certain essays in the Morning Post, and there is certainly no reason to believe that a tyrant whose animosity against literary or quasi - literary assailants ranged from Madame de Stael down to the bookseller Palm would have regarded a man of Coleridge's reputation in letters as beneath the stoop of his vengeance. After an absence of two years and a half Coleridge arrived in England in August, 1806. That his then condi- tion of mind and body was a profoundly miserable one, and that he himself was acutely conscious of it, will be seen later on in certain extracts from his correspondence ; but his own Lines to William Wordsworth — lines " com- posed on the night after his recitation of a poem on the growth of an individual mind" — contain an even more 106 COLERIDGE. [chap. tragic expression of his state. It was Wordworth's pen- sive retrospect of their earlier years together which awoke the bitterest pangs of self-reproach in his soul, and wrung from it the cry which follows : " Ah ! as I listened with a heart forlorn The pulses of my being beat anew : And even as life returns upon the drowned, Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains- Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart ; And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of hope ; And hope that scarce would know itself from fear; Sense of past youth, and manhood come in vain. And genius given, and knowledge won Ln vain ; And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild. And all which patient toil had reared, and all Commune with thee had opened out — but flowers Strewn on my corse, and borne upon my bier. In the same cofiSn, for the self -same grave !" A dismal and despairing strain, indeed, but the situation unhappily was not less desperate. We are, in fact, enter- ing upon that period of Coleridge's life — a period, roughly speaking, of about ten years — which no admirer of his genius, no lover of English letters, no one, it might even be said, who wishes to think well of human nature, can ever contemplate without pain. His history from the day of his landing in England in August, 1806, till the day when he entered Mr. Gillman's house in 1816, is one long and miserable story of self-indulgence and self-reproach, of lost opportunities, of neglected duties, of unfinished undertak- ings. His movements and his occupation for the first year after his return are not now traceable with exactitude, but his time was apparently spent partly in London and partly at Grasmere and Keswick. When in LondoJ), Mr. Stuart, ■".] UNHAPPY CONDITION. 107 who had now become proprietor of the Courier, allowed him to occupy rooms at the oflSce of that newspaper to save him expense ; and Coleridge, though his regular con- nection with the Courier did not begin till some years afterwards, may possibly have repaid the accommodation by occasional contributions or by assistance to its editor in some other form. It seems certain, at any rate, that if he was earning no income in this way he was earning none at all. His friend and patron, Mr. Thomas Wedgwood, had died while he was in Malta ; but the full pension of £150 per annum bestowed upon him by the two brothers jointly continued to be paid to him by Josiah, the senior. Coleridge, however, had landed in England in ignorance of his patron's death. He had wholly neglected to keep up any correspondence with the Wedgwoods during his stay in Malta, and though " dreadfully afiected " by it, as Mr. Poole records, he seems to have allowed nearly a year to elapse before communicating with the surviving brother. The letter which he then wrote deserves quotation, not only as testimony to his physical and pecuniary condition on his arrival in England, but as affording a distressing picture of the morbid state of his emotions and the enfee- bled condition of his will. " As to the reasons for my si- lence, they are," he incoherently begins, "impossible, and the numbers of the causes of it, with the almost weekly expectation for the last eight months of receiving my books, manuscripts, etc., from Malta, has been itself a cause of increasing the procrastination which constant ill health, despondency, domestic distractions, and embarrassment from accidents, equally unconnected with my will or con- duct " [every cause mentioned, it will be seen, but the true one], " had already seated deep in my very muscles, as it were. I do not mean to accuse myself of idleness — I have 108 COLERIDGE. [chap. enough of self-crimination without adding imaginary arti- cles — but in all things that affect my moral feelings I have sunk under such a strange cowardice of pain that I have not unfrequently kept letters from persons dear to me for weeks together unopened. After a most miserable pas- sage from Leghorn of fifty-five days, during which my life was twice given over, I found myself again in my native country, ill, penniless, and worse than homeless. I had been near a month in the country before I ventured or could summon courage enough to ask a question concern- ing you and yours, and yet God Almighty knows that ev- ery hour the thought had been gnawing at ray heart. I then for the first time heard of that event which sounded like my own knell, without its natural hope or sense of rest. Such shall I be (is the thought that haunts me), but O ! not such ; ! with what a different retrospect ! But I owe it to justice to say. Such good I truly can do myself, etc., etc." The rest of this painfully inarticulate letter is filled with further complaints of ill health, with further protestations of irresponsibility for the neglect of duties, and with promises, never to be fulfilled, of composing or assisting others to compose a memoir of Thomas Wedg- wood, who, in addition to his general repute as a man of culture, had made a special mark by his speculations in psychology. The singular expression, " worse than homeless," and the reference to domestic distractions, appear to indicate that some estrangement had already set in between Coleridge and his wife. De Quincey's testimony to its existence at the time (a month or so later) when he made Coleridge's acquaintance may, subject to the usual deductions, be ac- cepted as trustworthy ; and, of course, for aught we know, it may then have been already of some years' standing. VI.] MRS. COLERIDGE. 109 That the provocation to it on the husband's part may be so far antedated is at least a reasonable conjecture. There may be nothing — in all likelihood there is nothing — worth attention in De Quincey's gossip about the young lady, " intellectually very much superior to Mrs. Coleridge, who became a neighbour and daily companion of Coleridge's walks" at Keswick. But if there be no foundation for his remarks on " the mischiefs of a situation which exposed Mrs. Coleridge to an invidious comparison with a more intellectual person," there is undoubtedly plenty of point in the immediately following observation that "it was most unfortunate for Coleridge himself to be continually compared with one so ideally correct and regular in his habits as Mr. Southey." The passion of female jealousy assuredly did not need to be called into play to account for the alienation of Mrs. Coleridge from her husband. Mrs. Carlyle has left on record her pathetic lament over the fate of a woman who marries a man of genius ; but a man of genius of the coldly selfish and exacting type of the Chel- sea philosopher would probably be a less severe burden to a woman of housewifely instincts than the weak, unmethod- ical, irresolute, shiftless being that Coleridge had by this time become. After the arrival of the Southeys, Mrs. Coleridge would indeed have been more than human if she had not looked with an envious eye upon the contrast be- tween her sister Edith's lot and her own. For this would give her the added pang of perceiving that she was spe- cially unlucky in the matter, and that men of genius could (" if they chose,"" as she would probably, though not per- haps quite justly have put it) make very good husbands indeed. If one poet could finish his poems, and pay his tradesmen's bills, and work steadily for the publishers in his own house without the necessity of periodical Sittings 110 COLERIDGE. [chap. to various parts of tlie United Kingdom or the Continent, why, so could another. With such reflections as these Mrs. Coleridge's mind was no doubt sadly busy during the early years of her residence at the Lakes, and, since their causes did not diminish but rather increased in intensity as time went on, the estrangement between them — or rath- er, to do Coleridge justice, her estrangement from her hus- band — had, by 1806, no doubt become complete. The fatal habit which even up to this time seems to have been unknown to most of his friends could hardly have been a secret to his wife, and his four or five years of slavery to it may well have worn out her patience. This single cause indeed, namely, Coleridge's addiction to opium, is quite sufficient, through the humiliations, dis- comfort, and privations, pecuniary and otherwise, for which the vice was no doubt mediately or immediately responsi- ble, to account for the unhappy issue of a union which undoubtedly was one of love to begin with, and which seems to have retained that character for at least six years of its course. We have noted the language of warm affec- tion in which the " beloved Sara " is spoken of in the early poems, and up to the time of Coleridge's stay in Germany his feelings towards his wife remained evidently unchanged. To his children, of whom three out of the four born to him had survived, he was deeply attached ; and the re- markable promise displayed by the eldest son. Hartley, and his youngest child and only daughter, Sara, made them objects of no less interest to his intellect than to his heart. "Hartley," he writes to Mr. Poole in 1803, "is a strange, strange boy, exquisitely wild, an utter visionary ; like the moon among thin clouds, he moves in a circle of light of his own making. He alone is a light of his own." And of his daughter in the same poetic strain : " My meek lit- VI.] HIS FAMILY. Ill tie Sara is a remarkably interesting baby, witb tbe finest possible skin, and large blue eyes, and she smiles as if she were basking in a sunshine as mild as moonlight of her own quiet happiness." Derwent, a less remarkable but no less attractive child than his brother and sister (whom he was destined long to survive), held an equal place in his father's affections. Yet all these interwoven mfluences — a deep love of his children and a sincere attachment to his wife, of whom, indeed, he never ceased to speak with re- spect and regard — were as powerless as in so many thou- sands of other cases they have been, to brace an enfeebled will to the task of self-reform. In 1807 "respect and re- gard" had manifestly taken the place of any warmer feel- ing in his mind. Later on in the letter above quoted he says, " In less than a week I go down to Ottery, with my children and their mother, from a sense of duty " {i.e. to his brother, the Rev. George Coleridge, who had succeeded his father as head-master of the Ottery St. Mary Grammar School) " as far as it affects myself, and from a promise made to Mrs, Coleridge, as far as it affects her, and indeed of a debt of respect to her for her many praiseworthy qual- ities." When husbands and wives take to liquidating debts of this kind, and in this spirit, it is pretty con- clusive evidence that all other accounts between them are closed. The letter from which these extracts have been taken was written from Aisholt, near Bridgewater, where Cole- ridge was then staying, with his wife and children, as the guest of a Mr. Price ; and his friend Poole's description to Josiah Wedgwood of his state at that time is signifi- cant as showing that some at least of his intimate ac- quaintances had no suspicion of the real cause of his bod- ily and mental disorders. " I admire him," Poole writes. 112 COLERIDGE. [chap. *' and pity him more than ever. His information is much extended, the great qualities of his mind heightened and better disciplined, but alas ! his health is much weaker, and his great failing, procrastination, or the incapabil- ity of acting agreeably to his wish and will, much in- creased." Whether the promised visit to Ottery St. Mary was ever paid there is no record to show^ but at the end of July, 1807, we again hear of the Coleridges at the house of a Mr. Chubb, a descendant of the Deist, at Bridgewater; and here it was that De Quincey, after having endeav- oured in vain to run the poet to earth at Stowey, where he had been staying with Mr. Poole, and whence he had gone to pay a short visit to Lord Egmont, succeeded in obtaining an introduction to him. The characteristic pas- sage in which the younger man describes their first meet- ing is too long for quotation, and it is to be hoped too well known to need it; his vivid and acute criticism of Coleridge's conversation may be more appropriately cited hereafter. His evidence as to the conjugal relations of Coleridge and his wife has been already discussed; and the last remaining point of interest about this memorable introduction is the testimony which it incidentally affords to De Quincey's genuine and generous instinct of hero- worship, and to the depth of Coleridge's pecuniary em- barrassments. The loan of £300, which the poet's en- thusiastic admirer insisted on Cottle's conveying to him as from an unknown " young man of fortune who admired his talents," should cover a multitude of De Quincey's subsequent sins. It was indeed only upon Cottle's urgent representation that he had consented to reduce the sum from £500 to £300. Nor does there seem any doubt of his having honestly attempted to conceal his own identity VI.] MEETING WITH DE QUINCEY. 118 with tlie nameless benefactor, though, according to his own later account, he failed.' This occurred in November, 1807, and in the previous month De Quincey had been able to render Coleridge a minor service, while at the same moment gratifying a long cherished wish of his own. Mrs. Coleridge was about to return with her children to Keswick, but her husband, not yet master of this £300 windfall, and undoubtedly at his wits' end for money, was arranging for a course of lectures to be delivered at the Royal Institution early in the ensu- ing year, and could not accompany them. De Quincey offered accordingly to be their escort, and duly conducted them to Wordsworth's house, thus making the acquaint- ance of the second of his two great poetical idols within a few months of paying his first homage to the other. In February, 1808, Coleridge again took up his abode in Lon- don at his old free quarters in the Courier office, and be- gan the delivery of a promised series of sixteen lectures on Poetry and the Fine Arts. " I wish you could see him," again writes Poole to Wedgwood, "you would pity and admire. He is much improved, but has still less volun- tary power than ever. Yet he is so committed that I think he must deliver these lectures." Considering that the authorities of the Royal Institution had agreed to pay him one hundred guineas for delivering the lectures, he undoubtedly was more or less " committed ;" and his vol- untary power, however small, might be safely supposed to ' "In a letter written by him (Coleridge) about fifteen years after that time, I found that he had become aware of all the circumstances, perhaps through some indiscretion of Mr. Cottle's." Perhaps, how- ever, no very great indiscretion on Mr. Cottle's part was needed to enable Coleridge to trace the loan to so ardent a young admirer and disciple. 114 COLERIDGE. [chap. be equal to the task of fulfilling a contract. But to get the lecturer into the lecture -room does not amount to much more than bringing the horse to the water. You can no more make the one drink than you can prevent the other from sending his audience away thirsty. Cole- ridge's lectures on Poetry and the Fine Arts were con- fused, ill arranged, and generally disappointing to the last degree. Sometimes it was not even possible to bring the horse to tbe water, Charles Lamb writes to Manning on the 20th of February, 1808 (early days indeed), that Cole- ridge had only delivered two lectures, and that though " two more were intended, he did not come." De Quin- cey writes of " dismissals of audience after audience, with pleas of illness ; and on many of his lecture-days I have seen all Albermarle Street closed by a lock of carriages filled with women of distinction, until the servants of the Institution or their own footmen advanced to the carriage- doors with the intelligence that Mr. Coleridge had been suddenly taken ill." Naturally there came a time when the " women of distinction " began to tire of this treat- ment. " The plea, which at first had been received with expressions of concern, repeated too often began to rouse disgust. Many in anger, and some in real uncertainty whether it would not be trouble thrown away, ceased to attend." And what De Quincey has to say of the lectures themselves, when they did by chance get delivered, is no less melancholy. "The lecturer's appearance," he says, " was generally that of a man struggling with pain and overmastering illness." " His lips were baked with feverish heat, and often black in col- our ; and in spite of the water which he continued drinking through the whole course of the lecture, he often seemed to labour under an almost paralytic inability to raise the upper jaw from the lower " VI] fflS LECTURES. 115 [i.e., I suppose to move the lower jaw]. " In such a state it is clear that nothing could save the lecture itself from reflecting his own feebleness and exhaustion except the advantage of having been pre- composed in some happier mood. But that never happened : most unfortunately, he relied on his extempore ability to carry him through. Now, had he been in spirits, or had he gathered animation and kin- dled by his own emotion, no written lecture could have been more effectual than one of his unpremeditated colloquial harangues. But either he was depressed originally below the point from which re- ascent was possible, or else this reaction was intercepted by continual disgust from looking back upon his own ill success ; for assuredly he never once recovered that free and eloquent movement of thought which he could command at any time in a private company. The passages he read, moreover, in illustrating his doctrines, were gener- ally unhappily chosen, because chosen at haphazard, from the diffi- culty of finding at a moment's summons these passages which his purpose required. Nor do I remember any that produced much ef- fect except two or three which I myself put ready marked into his hands among the Metrical Romances, edited by Ritson. Generally speaking, the selections were as injudicious and as inappropriate as they were ill delivered, for among Coleridge's accomplishments good reading was not one. He had neither voice (so at least / thought) nor management of voice. This defect is unfortunate in a public lecturer, for it is inconceivable how much weight and effectual pathos can be communicated by sonorous depth and melodious cadence of the human voice to sentiments the most trivial ; ^ nor, on the other hand, how the grandest are emasculated by a style of reading which fails in distributing the lights and shadows of a musical intonation. However, this defect chiefly concerned the immediate impression ; the most afflicting to a friend of Coleridge's was the entire absence of his own peculiar and majestic intellect; no heart, no soul, was in any- tinng he said ; no strength of feeling in recalling universal truths , ' The justice of this criticism will be acknowledged by those many persons whom Mr. Bright's great elocutionary skill has occasionally deluded into imagining that the very commonplace verse which the famous orator has been often known to quote with admiration is poetry of a high order. 116 COLERroGE. [chap. vi. no power of originality or compass of moral relations in his novel- ties ; all was a poor, faint reflection from pearls once scattered on the highway by himself in the prodigality of his early opulence — a mendicant dependence on the alms dropped from his own overflow- ing treasury of happier times." Severe as is this censure of the lectures, there is unhap- pily no good ground for disputing its substantial justice, and the inferences which it suggests are only too pain- fully plain. One can well understand Coleridge's being an ineffective lecturer, and no failure in this respect, how- ever conspicuous, would necessarily force us to the hy- pothesis of physical disability. But a Coleridge who could no more compose a lecture than he could deliver one — a Coleridge who could neither write nor extemporise any- thing specially remarkable on a subject so congenial to him as that of English poetry — must assuredly have spent most of his time, whether in the lecture-room or out of it, in a state of incapacity for sustained intellectual effort, De Quincey's humorous account of the lecturer's shiftless, untidy life at the Courier office, and even the Rabelaisian quip which Charles Lamb throws at it in the above-quoted letter to Manning, are sufficient indications of his state at this time. " Oh, Charles," he wrote to Lamb, early in February, just before the course of lectures was to begin, " I am very, very ill. VixV The sad truth is that, as seems to have been always the case with him when living alone, he was during these months of his residence in London more constantly and hopelessly under the do- minion of opium than ever. CHAPTER VII. RETURN TO THE LAKES. — FROM KESWICK TO GRASMERE.— "WITH WORDSWORTH AT ALLAN BANK. — THE "FRIEND." — QUITS THE LAKE COUNTRY FOREVER. [1809-1810.] From the close of this series of lectures in the month of May, 1808, until the end of the year it is impossible to trace Coleridge's movements or even to determine the nature of his occupation with any approach to exactitude. The probability is, however, that he remained in London at his lodgings in the Courier office, and that he sup- ported himself by rendering assistance in various ways to Mr. Daniel Stuart. We know nothing of him, however, with certainty until we find him once more at the Lakes in the early part of the year 1809, but not in his own home. Wordsworth had removed from his former abode at Grasmere to Allan Bank, a larger house some three- quarters of a mile distant, and there Coleridge took up his residence, more, it would seem, as a permanent inmate of his friend's house than as a guest. The specific cause of this migration from Greta Hall to Allan Bank does not appear, but all the accessible evidence, contemporary and subsequent, seems to point to the probability that it was the result of a definite break-up of Coleridge's own home. He continued, at any rate, to reside in Wordsworth's house 118 COLERIDGE. [chap. during the whole seven months of his editorship of the Friend, a new venture in periodical literature which he undertook at this period ; and we shall see that upon its failure he did not resume his residence at Greta Hall, but quitted the Lake country at once and forever. We need not take too literally Coleridge's declaration in the Biographia Literaria that one "main object of his in starting the Friend was to establish the philosophical distinction between the Reason and the Understanding." Had this been so, or at least had the periodical been act- ually conducted in conformity with any such purpose, even the chagrined projector himself could scarcely have had the face to complain, as Coleridge did very bitterly, of the reception accorded to it by the public. The most unpractical of thinkers can hardly have imagined that the " general reader " would " take in " a weekly metaphys- ical journal published at a town in Cumberland. The Friend was not quite so essentially hopeless an enter- prise as that would have been ; but the accidents of mismanagement and imprudence soon made it, for all practical purposes, sufficiently desperate. Even the for- lorn Watchman, which had been set on foot when Cole- ridge had fourteen years' less experience of the world, was hardly more certainly foredoomed. The first care of the founder of the Friend was to select, as the place of publication, a town exactly twenty -eight miles from his own abode — a distance virtually trebled, as De Quincey observes, " by the interposition of Kirkstone, a mountain only to be scaled by a carriage ascent of three miles, and so steep in parts that without four horses no solitary traveller can persuade the neighbouring innkeepers to con- vey him." Here, however, at Penrith, " by way of pur- chasing intolerable difficulties at the highest price," Cole- vii.] RETURN TO THE LAKES. 119 ridge was advised and actually persuaded to set up a printer, to buy and lay in a stock of paper, types, etc., instead of resorting to some printer already established at a nearer place — as, for instance, Kendal, which was ten miles nearer, and connected with Coleridge's then place of residence by a daily post, whereas at Penrith there was no post at all. Having thus studiously and severely handicapped himself, the projector of the new periodical set to work, upon the strength of what seems to have been in great measure a fancy list of subscribers, to print and, so far as his extraor- dinary arrangements permitted, to circulate his journal. With naive sententiousness he warns the readers of the Bio- graphia Literaria against trusting, in their own case, to such a guarantee as he supposed himself to possess. " You can- not," he observes, " be certain that the names of a subscrip- tion list have been put down by sufficient authority ; or, should that be ascertained, it still remains to be known whether they were not extorted by some over -zealous friend's importunity ; whether the subscriber had not yield- ed his name merely from want of courage to say no ! and with the intention of dropping the work as soon as possi- ble." Thus, out of a hundred patrons who had been ob- tained for the Friend by an energetic canvasser, " ninety threw up the publication before the fourth number with- out any notice, though it was well known to them that in consequence of the distance and the slowness and irregu- larity of the conveyance " [it is amusing to observe the way in which Coleridge notes these drawbacks of his own crea- tion as though they were " the act of God "] " I was com- pelled to lay in a stock of stamped paper for at least eight weeks beforehand, each sheet of which stood me in five- pence previous to its arrival at my printer's; though the subscription money was not to be received till the twenty T 6* 9 120 COLERIDGE. [chap. first week after the commencement of the work ; and, last- ly, though it was in nine cases out of ten impracticable for me to receive the money for two or three numbers without paying an equal sum for the postage." Enough appears in this undesignedly droll account of the venture to show pretty clearly that, even had the Friend obtained a reasonable measure of popularity at starting, the flagrant defects in the methods of distributing and financing it must have insured its early decease. But, as a matter of fact, it had no chance of popularity from the outset. Its first number appeared on 1st August, 1809, and Coleridge, writing to Southey on 20th October of the same year, speaks of his *' original apprehension " that the plan and execution of the Friend is so utterly unsuitable to the public taste as to preclude all rational hopes of its success. *' Much," he continues, " might have been done to have made the former numbers less so, by the interposition of others written more expressly for general interest ;" and he promises to do his best in future to " interpose tales and whole numbers of amusement, which will make the periods lighter and shorter." Meanwhile he begs Southey to write a letter to the Friend in a lively style, rallying its editor on " his Quixotism in expecting that the public will ever pretend to understand his lucubrations or feel any interest in subjects of such sad and unkempt antiquity." Southey, ever good-natured, complied, even amid the unceasing press of his work, with the request; and to the letter of lightly- touched satire which he contributed to the journal he added a few private lines of friendly counsel, strongly urging Cole- ridge to give two or three amusing numbers, and he would hear of admiration on every side. " Insert too," he sug- gested, "a few more poems — any that you have, except Ckristabel, for that is of too much value. And write now Til.] THE "FRIEND." 121 that character of Bonaparte, announced in former times for ' to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow.' " It was too late, however, for good advice to be of any avail : the Friend was past praying for. It lingered on till its twenty-eighth number, and expired, unlike the Watchman, without any farewell to its friends, in the third week of March, 1810. The republication of this periodical, or rather selections from it, which appeared in 1818, is hardly perhaps described with justice in De Quincey's words as " altogether and ab- solutely a new work." A reader can, at any rate, form a pretty fair estimate from it of the style and probable pub- lic attractions of the original issue ; and a perusal of it, considered in its character as a bid for the patronage of the general reader, is certainly calculated to excite an astonish- ment too deep for words. We have, of course, to bear in mind that the standard of the readable in our grandfathers' days was a more liberal and tolerant one than it is in our own. In those days of leisurely communications and slow- ly moving events there was relatively at least a far larger public for a weekly issue of moral and philosophical essays, under the name of a periodical, than it would be found easy to secure at present, when even a monthly discourse upon things in general requires Mr. Ruskin's brilliancy of elo- quence, vivacity of humour, and perpetual charm of unex- pectedness to carry it off. Still the Spectator continued to be read in Coleridge's day, and people therefore must have had before them a perpetual example of what it was possi- ble to do in the way of combining entertainment with in- struction. How, then, it could have entered into the mind of the most sanguine projector to suppose that the lon- gueurs and the difficulty of the Friend would be patiently borne with for the sake of the solid nutriment which it contained it is quite impossible to understand. Even sup- 122 COLERIDGE. [chap. posing that a weekly, whose avowed object was " to aid in the formation of fixed principles in politics, morals, and religion," could possibly be floated, even *' with literary amusements interspersed," it is evident that very much would depend upon the character of these "amusements" themselves. In the republication of 1817 they appear un- der the heading of " landing-places." One of them con- sists of a parallel between Voltaire and Erasmus, and be- tween Rousseau and Luther, founded, of course, on the re- spective attitudes of the two pairs of personages to the Revolution and the Reformation. Another at the end of the series consists of a criticism of, and panegyric on. Sir Alexander Ball, the governor of Malta. Such are the landing-places. But how should any reader, wearied with " forever climbing up the climbing wave " of Cole- ridge's eloquence, have found rest or refreshment on one of these uncomfortable little sandbanks? It was true that the original issue of the Friend contained po- etical contributions which do not appear in the repub- lication ; but poetry in itself, or, at any rate, good po- etry, is not a relief to the overstrained faculties, and, even if it were, the relief would have been provided at too infrequent intervals to affect the general result. The fact is, however, that Coleridge's own theory of his duty as a public instructor was in itself fatal to any hope of his venture proving a commercial success. Even when entreated by Southey to lighten the character of the peri- odical, he accompanies his admission of the worldly wis- dom of the advice with something like a protest against such a departure from the severity of his original plan. His object, as he puts it with much cogency from his own unpractical point of view — his object being to teach men how to think on politics, religion, and morals, and Til.] THE "FRIEND." 123 thinking being a very arduous and distasteful business to the mass of mankind, it followed that the essays of the Friend (and particularly the earlier essays, in which the reader required to be "grounded" in his subject) could hardly be agreeable reading. With perfect frankness in- deed does he admit in his prospectus that he must " sub- mit to be thought dull by those who seek amusement only," He hoped, however, as he says in one of his ear- lier essays, to become livelier as he went on. " The prop- er merit of a foundation is its massiveness and solidity. The conveniences and ornaments, the gilding and stucco- work, the sunshine and sunny prospects, will come with the superstructure." But the building, alas! was never destined to be completed, and the architect had his own misgivings about the attractions even of the completed edifice. " I dare not flatter myself that any endeavours of mine, compatible with the duty I owe to the truth and the hope of permanent utility, will render the Friend agreeable to the majority of what is called the reading public. I never expected it. How indeed could I when, etc." Yet, in spite of these professions, it is clear from the prospectus that Coleridge believed in the possibility of obtaining a public for the Friend. He says that " a motive for honourable ambition was supplied by the fact that every periodical paper of the kind now attempted, which had been conducted with zeal and ability, was not only well received at the time, but has become popular ;" and he seems to regard it as a comparatively unimportant circumstance that the Friend would be distinguished from " its celebrated predecessors, the Spectator and the like," by the "greater length of the separate essays, by their closer connection with each other, and by the predomi- nance of one object, and the common bearing of all to 124 COLERIDGE. [chap. one end." It was, of course, exactly tMs plus of prolix- ity and minus of variety which lowered the sum of the Friend's attractions so far below that of the Spectator as to deprive the success of Addison of all its value as a precedent. Nor is it easy to agree with the editor of the reprint of 1837 that the work, " with all its imperfections, is per- haps the most vigorous" of its author's compositions. That there are passages in it which impress us by their force of expression, as well as by subtlety or beauty of thought, must of course be admitted. It was impossible to a man of Coleridge's literary power that it should be otherwise. But " vigorous " is certainly not the adjective which seems to me to suggest itself to an impartial critic of these too copious disquisitions. Making every allow- ance for their necessary elasticity of scope as being de- signed to " prepare and discipline the student's moral and intellectual being, not to propound dogmas and theories for his adoption," it must, I think, be allowed that they are wanting in that continuity of movement and co-ordi- nation of parts which, as it seems to me, enters into any intelligible definition of " vigour," as attributed to a work of moral and political exposition considered as a whole. The writer's discursiveness is too often and too vexatious- ly felt by the reader to permit of the survival of any sense of theorematic unity in his mind ; he soon gives up all attempts at periodical measurement of his own and his author's progress towards the prescribed goal of their journey ; and he resigns himself in this, as in so many other of Coleridge's prose works, to a study of isolated and detached passages. So treated, however, one may freely admit that the Friend is fully worthy of the ad- miration with which Mr. H. N. Coleridge regarded it. If VII.] THE "FRIEND." 125 not the most vigorous, it is beyond all comparison the most characteristic of all his uncle's performances in this field of his multiform activity. In no way could the pe- culiar pregnancy of Coleridge's thoughts, the more than scholastic subtlety of his dialectic, and the passionate fervour of his spirituality be more impressively exhibited than by a well-made selection of loci from the pages of the Friend. CHAPTER VIII. LONDON AGAIN. — SECOND RECOURSE TO JOtrBNALISM.— THE " COURIER " ARTICLES. — THE SHAKESPEARE LECTURES. — PRODUCTION OF "REMORSE." — AT BRISTOL AGAIN AS LECT- URER. — RESIDENCE AT CALNE. — INCREASING ILL HEALTH AND EMBARRASSMENTS. — RETIREMENT TO MR. GILLMAN'S. [1810-1816.] The life led by Coleridge during the six years next en- suing is difficult to trace, even in tlie barest outline ; to give a detailed and circumstantial account of it from any ordinarily accessible source of information is impossible. Nor is it, I imagine, very probable that even the most exhaustive search among whatever unprinted records may exist in the possession of his friends would at all com- pletely supply the present lack of biographical material. For not only had it become Coleridge's habit to disappear from the sight of his kinsmen and acquaintances for long periods together; he had fallen almost wholly silent also. They not only ceased to see him, but they ceased to hear of him. Letters addressed to him, even on subjects of the greatest importance, would remain for months unno- ticed, and in many instances would receive no answer at all. His correspondence during the next half-dozen years must have been of the scantiest amount and the most in- termittent character, and a biographer could hope, there- CHAP.viii.] LONDON AGAIN. 127 fore, for but little aid in bridging over the large gaps in bis knowledge of this period, even if every extant letter written by Coleridge during its continuance were to be given to the world. Such light, too, as is retrospectively thrown upon it by Coleridge's correspondence of a later date is of the most fitful description — scarcely more than serves, in fact, for the rendering of darkness visible. Even the sudden and final departure from the Lakes it leaves involved in as much obscurity as ever. Writing to Mr. Thomas Allsop * from Ramsgate twelve years afterwards (8th October, 1822) he says that he "counts four grasping and griping sorrows in his past life." The first of these " was when " [no date given] " the vision of a happy home sank for- ever, and it became impossible for me longer even to hope for domestic happiness under the name of husband." That is plain enough on the whole, though it still leaves us in some uncertainty as to whether the " sinking of the vision" was as gradual as the estrangement between hus- band and wife, or whether he refers to some violent rupt- ure of relations with Mrs. Coleridge, possibly precipitating his departure from the Lakes. If so, the second " griping ' Coleridge made the acquaintance of this gentleman, who became his enthusiastic disciple, in 1818. His chief interest for us is the fact that for the next seven years he was Coleridge's correspondent. Personally, he was a man of little judgment or critical discrimination, and his sense of the ridiculous may be measured by the following passage. Speaking of the sweetness of Charles Lamb's smile, he says that " there is still one man Uving, a stock-broker, who has that smile," and adds : " To those who wish to see the only thing left on earth, if it is still left, of Lamb, his best and most beautiful remain — his smile — I will indicate its possessor, Mr. , of Throgmorton Street." How the original " possessor " of this apparently assign- able security would have longed to "feel Mr. Allsop's head!" 128 COLERIDGE. [chap. and grasping sorrow " followed very quickly on tte first, for he says that it overtook him " on the night of his ar- rival from Grasmere with Mr. and Mrs, Montagu ;" while in the same breath and paragraph, and as though undoubt- edly referring to the same thing, he speaks of the "de- struction of a friendship of fifteen years when, just at the moment of Fenner and Curtis's (the publishers) bankrupt- cy " (by which Coleridge w.as a heavy loser, but which did not occur till seven years afterwards), somebody indicated by seven asterisks and possessing an income of £1200 a year, was " totally transformed into baseness." There is certainly not much light here, any more than in the equal- ly enigmatical description of the third sorrow as being " in some sort included in the second," so that " what the former was to friendship the latter was to a still more in- ward bond." The truth is, that all Coleridge's references to himself in his later years are shrouded in a double ob- scurity. One veil is thrown over them by his deliberate preference for abstract and mystical forms of expression, and another perhaps by that kind of shameful secretive- ness which grows upon all men who become the slaves of concealed indulgences, and which often displays itself on occasions when it has no real object to gain of any kind whatever. Thus much only we know, that on reaching London in the summer of 1810 Coleridge became the guest of the Montagus, and that, after some months' residence with them, he left, as the immediate result of some difference with his host which was never afterwards composed. Whether it arose from the somewhat trivial cause to which De Quincey has, admittedly upon the evidence of " the learned in literary scandal," referred it, it is now im- possible to say. But at some time or other, towards the vm.] LONDON AGAIN. 129 close probably of 1810, or in the early months of 1811, Coleridge quitted Mr. Montagu's house for that of Mr. John Morgan, a companion of his early Bristol days, and a common friend of his and Southey's ; and here, at No. 7 Portland Place, Hammersmith, he was residing when, for the second time, he resolved to present himself to the London public in the capacity of lecturer. His services were on this occasion engaged by the London Philosophi- cal Society, at Crane Court, Fleet Street, and their pro- spectus announced that on Monday, 18th November, Mr. Coleridge would commence " a course of lectures on Shakspeare and Milton, in illustration of the principles of poetry and their application, on grounds of criticism, to the most popular works of later English poets, those of the living included. After an introductory lecture on false criticism (especially in poetry) and on its causes, two- thirds of the remaining course," continues the prospectus, " will be assigned, 1st, to a philosophical analysis and ex- planation of all the principal characters of our great dram- atists, as Othello, Falstaff, Richard the Third, lago, Ham- let, etc., and to a critical comparison of Shakspeare in respect of diction, imagery, management of the passions, judgment in the construction of his dramas — in short, of all that belongs to him as a poet, and as a dramatic poet, with his contemporaries or immediate successors, Jonson, Beaumont and Fletcher, Ford, Massinger, and in the en- deavour to determine which of Shakspeare's merits and defects are common to him, with other writers of the same age, and what remain peculiar to his genius." A couple of months before the commencement of this course, viz., in September, 1811, Coleridge seems to have entered into a definite journalistic engagement with his old editor, Mr. Daniel Stuart, then the proprietor of the Cou- 130 COLERIDGE. [chap. rier. It was not, however, his first connection with that journal. He had already published at least one piece of verse in its columns, and two years before, while the Friend was still in existence, he had contributed to it a series of letters on the struggle of the Spaniards against their French invaders. In these, as though to show that under the ashes of his old democratic enthusiasm still lived its wonted fires, and that the inspiration of a popular cause was only needed to reanimate them, we find, with less of the youthful lightness of touch and agility of movement, a very near approach to the vigour of his early journal- istic days. Whatever may be thought of the historic value of the parallel which he institutes between the struggle of the Low Countries against their tyrant, and that of the Peninsula against its usurping conqueror, it is worked out with remarkable ingenuity of completeness. Whole pages of the letters are radiant with that steady flame of hatred which, ever since the hour of his disillu- sionment, had glowed in his breast at the name and thought of Bonaparte ; and whenever he speaks of the Spaniards, of Spanish patriotism, of the Spanish Cortes, we see that the names of "the people," of "freedom," of "popular assembly," have some of their old magic for him still. The following passage is almost pathetic in its reminder of the days of 1792, before that modern Le- onidas, the young French Republic, had degenerated into the Xerxes of the Empire : " The power which raised up, established, and enriched the Dutch republic — the same mighty power is no less at work in the present struggle of the Spanish nation — a power which moclis the calculations of ordinary statecraft too subtle to be weighed against it, and mere outward brute force too different from it to admit of comparison. A power as mighty in the rational creation as the element of electricity VIII.] THE "COURIER" ARTICLES. 131 in the material world ; and, like that element, infinite in its affinities, infinite in its mode of action, combining the most discordant natures, fixing the most volatile, and arming the sluggish vapour of the marsh with arrows of fire ; working alike in silence and in tempest, in growth and in destruction ; now contracted to an individual soul, and now, as in a moment, dilating itself over a whole nation ! Am I asked what this mighty power may be, and wherein it exists ? If we are worthy of the fame which we possess as the countrymen of Hamp- den, Russell, and Algernon Sidney, we shall find the answer in our own hearts. It is the power of the insulted free-will, steadied by the approving conscience and struggling against brute force and iniqui- tous compulsion for the common rights of human nature, brought home to our inmost souls by being, at the same time, the rights of our betrayed, insulted, and bleeding country." And as this passage recalls the most striking character- istics of his earlier style, so may its conclusion serve as a fair specimen of the calmer eloquence of his later manner : " It is a painful truth, sir, that these men who appeal most to facts, and pretend to take them for their exclusive guide, are the very per- sons who most disregard the light of experience when it refers them to the mightiness of their own inner nature, in opposition to those forces which they can see with their eyes, and reduce to figures upon a slate. And yet, sir, what is history for the greater and more useful part but a voice from the sepulchres of our forefathers, assuring us, from their united experience, that our spirits are as much stronger than our bodies as they are nobler and more permanent ? The his- toric muse appears in her loftiest character as the nurse of Hope. It is her appropriate praise that her records enable the magnanimous to silence the selfish and cowardly by appealing to actual events for the information of these truths which they themselves first learned from the surer oracle of their own reason." But this reanimation of energy was but a transient phe- nomenon. It did not survive the first freshness of its exciting cause. The Spanish insurrection grew into the Peninsular war, and though the glorious series of Welling- 182 COLERIDGE. [chap. ton's victories might well, one would think, have sustained the rhetorical temperature at its proper pitch, it failed to do so. Or was it, as the facts appear now and then to suggest, that Coleridge at Grasmere or Keswick — Coleridge in the inspiring (and restraining) companionship of close friends and literary compeers — was an altogether different man from Coleridge in London, alone with his thoughts and his opium? The question cannot be answered with confidence, and the fine quality of the lectures on Shake- speare is suflBcient to show that, for some time, at any rate, after his final migration to London, his critical faculty retained its full vigour. But it is beyond dispute that his regular contributions to the Courier in 1811-12 are not only vastly inferior to his articles of a dozen years before in the Morning Post but fall sensibly short of the level of the letters of 1809, from which extract has just been made. Their tone is spiritless, and they even lack distinction of style. Their very subjects, and the mode of treating them, appear to show a change in Coleridge's attitude towards public affairs if not in the very conditions of his journalis- tic employment. They have much more of the character of newspaper hack-work than his earlier contributions. He seems to have been, in many instances, set to write a mere report, and often a rather dry and mechanical report, of this or the other Peninsular victory. He seldom or never discusses the political situation, as his wont has been, au large j and in place of broad statesmanlike reflection on the scenes and actors in the great world-drama then in progress, we meet with too much of that sort of criticism on the consistency and capacity of " our contemporary, the Morning Chronicle^'' which had less attraction, it may be suspected, even for the public of its own day than for the journalistic profession, while for posterity, of course, it vm.] THE "COURIER" ARTICLES. 133 possesses no interest at all. The series of contributions extends from September of 1811 until April of the follow- ing year, and appears to have nearly come to a premature and abrupt close in the intermediate July, when an article written by Coleridge in strong opposition to the proposed reinstatement of the Duke of York in the command-in- chief was, by ministerial influence, suppressed before pub- lication. This made Coleridge, as his daughter informs us on the authority of Mr. Crabb Robinson, " very uncomfort- able," and he was desirous of being engaged on another paper. He wished to be connected with the Times, and " I spoke," says Mr. Robinson, " with Walter on the sub- ject, but the negotiation failed." With the conclusion of the lectures on Shakespeare, and the loss of the stimulus, slight as it then was to him, of regular duties and recurring engagements, Coleridge seems to have relapsed once more into thoroughly desultory hab- its of work. The series of aphorisms and reflections which he contributed in 1812 to Southey's Omniana, witty, sug- gestive, profound as many of them are, must not of course be referred to the years in which they were given to the world. They belong unquestionably to the order of mar- ginalia, the scattered notes of which De Quincey speaks with not extravagant admiration, and which, under the busy pencil of a commentator always indefatigable in the strenua inertia of reading, had no doubt accumu- lated in considerable quantities over a long course of years. The disposal, however, of this species of literary mate- rial could scarcely have been a source of much profit to him, and Coleridge's difficulties of living must by this time have been growing acute. His pension from the Wedg- woods had been assigned, his surviving son has stated, to 134 COLERIDGE. [chap. the use of his family, and even this had been in the pre- vious year reduced by half. " In Coleridge's neglect," ob- serves Miss Meteyard, " of his duties to his wife, his chil- dren, and his friends, must be sought the motives which led Mr. Wedgwood in 1811 to withdraw his share of the annuity. An excellent, even over-anxious father, he was likely to be shocked at a neglect which imposed on the generosity of Southey, himself heavily burdened, those du- ties which every man of feeling and honour proudly and even jealously guards as his own. . . . The pension of £150 per annum had been originally granted with the view to secure Coleridge independence and leisure while he efEected some few of his manifold projects of literary work. But ten years had passed, and these projects were still in nuhi- bus — even the life of Lessing, even the briefer memoir of Thomas Wedgwood ; and gifts so well intentioned, had as it were, ministered to evil rather than to good." We can hardly wonder at the step, however we may regret it ; and if one of the reasons adduced in defence of it savours some- what of the fallacy known as a non catisA pro causa, we may perhaps attribute that rather to the maladroitness of Miss Meteyard's advocacy than to the weakness of Mr. Wedg- wood's logic. The fact, however, that this " excellent, even over-anxious father" was shocked at a neglect which im- posed a burden on the generosity of Southey, is hardly a just ground for cutting off one of the supplies by which that burden was partially relieved. As to the assignment of the pension to the family, it is impossible to question what has been positively affirmed by an actual member of that family, the Rev. Derwent Coleridge himself ; though, when he adds that not only was the school education of both the sons provided from this source, but that through his (Coleridge's) influence they were both sent to college. viii.] PRODUCTION OF "REMORSE." 135 his statement is at variance, as will be presently seen, with an authority equal to his own. In 1812, at any rate, we may well believe that Cole- ridge's necessities had become pressing, and the timely ser- vice then rendered to him by Lord Byron may have been suggested almost as much by a knowledge of his needs as by admiration for the dramatic merits of his long-since rejected tragedy. Osorio's time had at any rate come. The would-be fratricide changed his name to Ordonio, and ceased to stand sponsor to the play, which was rechristened Remorse, and accepted at last, upon Byron's recommen- dation, by the committee of Drury Lane Theatre, the play- house at whose doors it had knocked vainly fifteen years before it was performed there for the first time on the 23d of January, 1813. The prologue and epilogue, with- out which in those times no gentleman's drama was ac- counted complete, was written, the former by Charles Lamb, the latter by the author himself. It obtained a brilliant success on its first representation, and was hon- oured with what was in those days regarded as the very respectable run of twenty nights. The success, however, which came so opportunely for his material necessities was too late to produce any good effect upon Coleridge's mental state. But a month after the production of his tragedy we find him writing in the most dismal strain of hypochondria to Thomas Poole. The only pleasurable sensation which the success of Re- morse had given him was, he declares, the receipt of his friend's " heart-engendered lines " of congratulation. " No grocer's apprentice, after his first month's permitted riot, was ever sicker of figs and raisins than I of hearing about the Remorse. The endless rat-a-tat-tat at our black-and-blue bruised doors, and my three master- fiends, proof-sheets, K 7 10 136 COLERIDGE. [chap. letters, and — worse than these — invitations to large din- ners, which I cannot refuse without offence and imputa- tion of pride, etc., oppress me so much that my spirits quite sink under it. I have never seen the play since the first night. It has been a good thing for the theatre. They will get eight or ten thousand pounds by it, and I shall get more than by all my literary labours put to- gether — nay, thrice as much." So large a sum of money as this must have amounted to should surely have lasted him for years ; but the particular species of intemperance to which he was now hopelessly enslaved is probably the most costly of all forms of such indulgence, and it seems pretty evident that the proceeds of his theatrical cowp were consumed in little more than a year. Early in 1814, at any rate, Coleridge once more returned to his old occupation of lecturer, and this time not in London, but in the scene of his first appearance in that capacity. The lectures which he proposed to deliver at Bristol were, in fact, a repetition of the course of 1 SH- IS ; but the ways of the lecturer, to judge from an amus- ing story recorded by Cottle, more nearly resembled his proceedings in 1808. A "brother of Mr. George Cum- berland," who happened to be his fellow-traveller to Bris- tol on this occasion, relates that before the coach started Coleridge's attention was attracted by a little Jew boy selling pencils, with whom he entered into conversation, and with whose superior qualities he was so impressed as to declare that " if he had not an important engagement at Bristol he would stay behind to provide some better condition for the lad." The coach having started, "the gentleman " (for his name was unknown to the narrator of the incident) " talked incessantly and in a most enter- taining way for thirty miles out of London, and, after- Till.] AT BRISTOL AS LECTURER. 137 wards, with little intermission till they reached Marlbor- ough," when he discovered that a lady in the coach with him was a particular friend of his; and on arriving at Bath he quitted the coach declaring that he was deter- mined not to leave her till he had seen her safe to her brother's door in North Wales. This was the day fixed for the delivery of Coleridge's first lecture. Two or three days afterwards, having completed his detour by North Wales, he arrived at Bristol ; another day was fixed for the commencement of the course, and Coleridge then pre- sented himself an hour after the audience had taken their seats. The "important engagement" might be broken, it seems, for a mere whim, though not for a charitable impulse — a distinction testifying to a mixture of insincer- ity and unpunctuality not pleasant to note as an evidence of the then state of Coleridge's emotions and will. Thus inauspiciously commenced, there was no reason why the Bristol lectures of 1814 should be more success- ful than the London Institution lectures of 1808; nor were they, it appears, in fact. They are said to have been " sparsely attended " — no doubt owing to the natural unwillingness of people to pay for an hour's contempla- tion of an empty platform ; and their pecuniary returns in consequence were probably insignificant. Coleridge remained in Bristol till the month of August, when he returned to London. The painful task of tracing his downward course is now almost completed. In the middle of this year he touched the lowest point of his descent. Cottle, who had a good deal of intercourse with him by speech and letter in 1814, and who had not seen him since 1807, was shocked by his extreme prostration, and then for the first time ascer- tained the cause. " In 1814," he says in his Recollections, 138 COLERIDGE. [chap. " S. T. C had been long, very long, in the habit of taking from two quarts of laudanum a week to a pint a day, and on one occasion he had been known to take in the twenty- four hours a whole quart of laudanum. The serious ex- penditure of money resulting from this habit was the least evil, though very great, and must have absorbed all the produce of his writings and lectures and the liberalities of his friends." Cottle addressed to him a letter of not very delicate remonstrance on the subject, to which Coleridge replied in his wontedly humble strain. There is a certain Pharisaism about the Bristol poet- publisher which renders it necessary to exercise some lit- tle caution in the acceptance of his account of Coleridge's condition ; but the facts, from whatever source one seeks them, appear to acquit him of any exaggeration in his summing up of the melancholy matter. "A general im- pression," he says, " prevailed on the minds of Coleridge's friends that it was a desperate case, that paralysed all their efforts ; that to assist Coleridge with money which, under favourable circumstances would have been most promptly advanced, would now only enlarge his capacity to obtain the opium which was consuming him. We merely knew that Coleridge had retired with his friend, Mr. John Mor- gan, to a small house at Calne, in Wiltshire." It must have been at Calne, then, that Coleridge com- posed the series of " Letters to Mr. Justice Fletcher con- cerning his charge to the Grand Jary of the county of Wexford, at the summer Assizes in 1814," which appeared at intervals in the Courier between 20th September and 10th December of this year. Their subject, a somewhat injudiciously animated address to the aforesaid Grand Jury on the subject of the relations between Catholicism and Protestantism in Ireland, was well calculated to stimu- vni.] RESIDENCE AT CALNE. 139 late the literary activity of a man who always took some- thing of the keen interest of the modern Radical in the eternal Irish question; and the letters are not wanting either in argumentative force or in grave impressiveness of style. But their lack of spring and energy, as com- pared with Coleridge's earlier work in journalism, is pain- fully visible throughout. Calne, it is to be supposed, was still Coleridge's place of abode when Southey (l7th October) wrote Cottle that letter which appears in his Correspondence, and which il- lustrates with such sad completeness the contrast between the careers of the two generous, romantic, brilliant youths who had wooed their wives together — and between the fates, one must add, of the two sisters who had listened to their wooing — eighteen years before : a letter as hon- ourable to the writer as it is the reverse to its subject. " Can you," asks Southey, " tell me anything of Coleridge ? A few lines of introduction for a son of Mr. , of St. James's, in your city, are all that we have received from him since I saw him last September twelvemonth (1813) in town. The children being thus left entirely to chance, I have applied to his brothers at Ottey (Ottery ?) concern- ing them, and am in hopes through their means and the assistance of other friends of sending Hartley to college. Lady Beaumont has promised £30 a year for the pur- pose, and Poole £10. I wrote to Coleridge three or four months ago, telling him that unless he took some steps in providing for this object I must make the application, and required his answer within a given term of three weeks. He received \he letter, and in his note by Mr. prom- ised to answer it, but he has never taken any further notice of it. I have acted with the advice of Words- worth. The brothers, as I expected, promise their con- 140 COLERIDGE. [chap. currence, and I daily expect a letter stating to what extent they will contribute." With this letter before him an im- partial biographer can hardly be expected to adopt the theory which has commended itself to the filial piety of the Rev. Derwent Coleridge — namely, that it was through the father's " influence " that the sons were sent to college. On a plain matter of fact such as this, one may be per- mitted, without indelicacy, to uphold the conclusions com- pelled by the evidence. Such expressions of opinion, on the other hand, as that Coleridge's " separation from his family, brought about and continued through the force of circumstances over which he had far less control than has been commonly supposed, was in fact nothing else but an ever-prolonged absence ;" and that " from first to last he took an affectionate, it may be said a passionate, inter- est in the welfare of his children " — such expressions of mere opinion as these it may be proper enough to pass by in respectful silence. The following year brought with it no improvement in the embarrassed circumstances, no reform of the disordered life. Still domiciled with Mr. Morgan at Calne, the self- made sufferer writes to Cottle : " You will wish to know something of myself. In health I am not worse than when at Bristol I was best ; yet fluctuating, yet unhappy, in circumstances poor indeed ! I have collected my scat- tered and my manuscript poems sufficient to make one volume. Enough I have to make another. But, till the latter is finished, I cannot, without great loss of character, publish the former, on account of the arrangement, be- sides the necessity of correction. For instance, I earnest- ly wish to begin the volumes with what has never been seen by any, however few, such as a series of odes on the different sentences of the Lord's Prayer, and, more than vra.] COLERIDGE AND BYRON. 141 all this, to finish my greater work on * Christianity con- sidered as philosophy, and as the only philosophy.'" Then follows a request for a loan of forty pounds on the security of the MSS., an advance which Cottle declined to make, though he sent Coleridge "some smaller tem- porary relief." The letter concludes with a reference to a project for taking a house and receiving pupils to board and instruct, which Cottle appeared to consider the crown- ing " degradation and ignominy of all." A few days later we find Lord Byron again coming to Coleridge's assistance with a loan of a hundred pounds and words of counsel and encouragement. Why should not the author of Remorse repeat his success ? " In Kean," writes Byron, " there is an actor worthy of expressing the thoughts of the character which you have every power of embodying, and I cannot but regret that the part of Or- donio was disposed of before his appearance at Drury Lane. We have had nothing to be mentioned in the same breath with Remorse for very many years, and I should think that the reception of that play was sufiicient to encourage the highest hopes of author and audience." The advice was followed, and the drama of Zapolya was the result. It is a work of even less dramatic strength than its predecessor, and could scarcely, one thinks, have been as successful with an audience. It was not, how- ever, destined to see the footlights. Before it had passed the tribunal of the Drury Lane Committee it had lost the benefit of Byron's patronage through the poet's departure from England, and the play was rejected by Mr. Douglas Kinnaird, the then reader for the theatre, who assigned, ac- cording to Mr. Gillman, " some ludicrous objections to the metaphysics." Before leaving England, however, Byron rendered a last, and, as the result proved, a not unimpor- 142 COLERIDGE. [cha?. tant service to his brother - poet. He introduced him to Mr. Murray, who, in the following year, undertook the pub- lication of Christabel — the most successful, in the sense of the most popular, of all its author's productions in verse. With the coming of spring in the following year that dreary story of slow self-destruction, into which the narra- tive of Coleridge's life from the age of thirty to that of forty-five resolves itself, was brought to a close. Coleridge bad at last perceived that his only hope of redemption lay in a voluntary submission of his enfeebled will to the con- trol of others, and he had apparently just enough strength of volition to form and execute the necessary resolve. He appears, in the first instance, to have consulted a physician of the name of Adams, who, on the 9th of April, 1816, put himself in communication with Mr. Gillman, of Highgate. " A very learned, but in one respect an unfortunate gentle- man, has," he wrote, " applied to me on a singular occa- sion. He has for several years been in the habit of taking large quantities of opium. For some time past he has been in vain endeavouring to break himself of it. It is apprehended his friends are not firm enough, from a dread lest he should suSer by suddenly leaving it off, though he is conscious of the contrary, and has pro- posed to me to submit himself to any regimen, however severe. With this view he wishes to fix himself in the house of some medical gentleman who will have the cour- age to refuse him any laudanum, and under whose assist- ance, should he be the worse for it, he may be relieved." Would such a pi-oposal, inquires the writer, be absolutely inconsistent with Mr. Gillman's family arrangements ? He would not, he adds, have proposed it " but on account of the great importance of the character as a literary man. His communicative temper will make his society very in- Tin.] AT MR. GULMAN'S. 143 teresting as well as useful." Mr. Grillman's acquaintance with Dr. Adams was but slight, and he had had no pre- vious intention of receiving an inmate into his house. But the case very naturally interested him ; he sought an inter- view with Dr. Adams, and it was agreed that the latter should drive Coleridge to Highgate the following evening. At the appointed hour, however, Coleridge presented him- himself alone, and, after spending the evening at Mr. Gill- man's, left him, as even in his then condition he left most people who met him for the first time, completely capti- vated by the amiability of his manners and the charm of his conversation. The next day Mr. Gillman received from him a letter finally settling the arrangement to place him- self under the doctor's care, and concluding with the fol- lowing pathetic passage : " And now of myself. My ever wakeful reason and the keenness of my moral feelings will secure you from all unpleasant circum- stances connected with me save only one, viz., the evasion of a spe- cific madness. You will never hear anything but truth from me ; prior habits render it out of my power to tell an untruth, but, unless carefully observed, I dare not promise that I should not, with regard to this detested poison, be capable of acting one. Not sixty hours have yet passed without my having taken laudanum, though, for the last week, comparatively trifling doses. I have full belief that your anxiety need not be extended beyond the first week, and for the first week I shall not, must not, be permitted to leave your house, unless with you ; delicately or indelicately, this must be done, and both the servants, and the assistant, must receive absolute commands from you. The stimulus of conversation suspends the terror that haunts my mind; but, when I am alone, the horrors I have suffered from laudanum, the degradation, the blighted utility, almost overwhelm me. If (as I feel for the first time a soothing confidence that it will prove) I should leave you restored to my moral and bodily health, it is not myself only that will love and honour you ; every friend I have (and, thank God! in spite of this wretched vice I have many and 7* 144 COLERIDGE. [chap. viu. warm ones, who were friends of my youth, and have never deserted me) will thank you with reverence. I have taken no notice of your kind apologies. If I could not be comfortable in your house and with your family, I should deserve to be miserable." This letter was written on a Saturday, and on the fol- lowing Monday Coleridge presented himself at Mr. Gill- man's, bringing in his hand the proof-sheets of Christabel, now printed for the first time. He had looked, as the let- ter just quoted shows, with a " soothing confidence " to leaving his retreat at some future period in a restored con- dition of moral and bodily health ; and as regards the res- toration, his confidence was in a great measure justified. But the friendly doors which opened to receive him on this 15th of April, 1816, were destined to close only upon his departing bier. Under the watchful and almost rever- ential care of this well -chosen guardian, sixteen years of comparatively quiet and well-ordered life, of moderate but effective literary activity, and of gradual though never complete emancipation from his fatal habit, were reserved to him. He had still, as we shall see, to undergo certain recurrences of restlessness and renewals of pecuniary diffi- culty ; his shattered health was but imperfectly and tem- porarily repaired ; his " shaping spirit of imagination " could not and did not return ; his transcendental brood- ings became more and more the " habit of his soul." But henceforth he recovers for us a certain measure of his long- lost dignity, and a figure which should always have been " meet for the reverence of the hearth " in the great house- hold of English literature, but which had far too long and too deeply sunk below it, becomes once more a worthy and even a venerable presence. At evening-time it was light. CHAPTER IX. LIFE AT HIGHGATE. — BENE WED ACTIVITY. — PUBLICATIONS AND REPUBLICATIONS. — THE ' ' BIOGRAPHIA LITERARIA. ' ' — THE LECTURES OF 1818.— COLERIDGE AS A SHAKESPEARIAN CRITIC. [1816-1818.] The results of the step which Coleridge had just taken became speedily visible in more ways than one, and the public were among the first to derive benefit from it. For not only was he stimulated to greater activity of produc- tion, but his now more methodical way of life gave him time and inclination for that work of arrangement and preparation for the press which, distasteful to most writ- ers, was no doubt especially irksome to him, and thus in- sured the publication of many pieces which otherwise might never have seen the light. The appearance of Christabel was, as we have said, received with signal marks of popular favour, three editions being called for and exhausted in the same year. In 1816 there appeared also The Statesman's Manual ; or the Bible the best guide to Political Skill and Foresight: a Lay Sermon addressed to the higher classes of Society, with an Appendix contain- ing Comments and Assays connected with the Study of the Inspired Writings; in 1817 another Zay Sermon, ad- dressed to the higher and middle classes on the existing distresses and discontents ; and in the same year followed 146 COLERIDGE. [chap. the most important publication of this period, the Bio- graphia Literaria. In 1817, too, it was that Coleridge at last made his long-meditated collection and classification of his already published poems, and that for the first time something approaching to a complete edition of the poet's works was given to the world. The Sibylline Leaves, as this reissue was called, had been intended to be preceded by another volume of verse, and " accordingly on the printer's signa- tures of every sheet we find Vol. II. appearing." Too characteristically, however, the scheme was abandoned, and Volume II. emerged from the press without any Volume I. to accompany it. The drama of Za'polya followed in the same year, and proved more successful with the public than with the critic of Drury Lane. The " general reader " assigned no " ludicrous objections to its metaphysics ;" on the contrary, he took them on trust, as his generous manner is, and Zapolya, published thus as a Christmas tale, became so immediately popular that two thousand copies were sold in six weeks. In the year 1818 followed the three-volume selection of essays from the Friend, a re- issue to which reference has already been made. With the exception of Chrisfabel, however, all the publications of these three years unfortunately proceeded from the house of Gale and Fenner, a firm which shortly afterwards became bankrupt; and Coleridge thus lost all or nearly all of the profits of their sale. The most important of the new works of this period was, as has been said, the Biographia Literaria, or, to give it its other title. Biographical Sketches of my Literary Life and Opinions. Its interest, however, is wholly crit- ical and illustrative ; as a narrative it would be found ex- tremely disappointing and probably irritating by the aver- 1^-3 RENEWED ACTIVITY. U1 age reader. With the exception of one or two incidental disclosures, but little biographical information is to be de- rived from it which is not equally accessible from sources independent of the author ; and the almost complete want of sequence and arrangement renders it a very inconven- ient work of reference even for these few biographical de- tails. Its main value is to be found in the contents of seven chapters, from the fourteenth to the twentieth ; but it is not going too far to say that, in respect of these, it is literally priceless. No such analysis of the principles of poetry — no such exact discrimination of what was sound in the modern " return-to-nature " movement from what was false — has ever been accomplished by any other crit- ic, or with such admirable completeness by this consum- mate critic at any other time. Undoubtedly it is not of the light order of reading ; none, or very little, of Cole- ridge's prose is. The whole of Chapter XV., for instance, in which the specific elements of " poetic power " are "distinguished from general talent determined to poetic composition by accidental motives," requires a close and sustained efEort of the attention, but those who bestow it will find it amply repaid. I know of no dissertation conceived and carried out in terms of the abstract which in the result so triumphantly justifies itself upon apphca- tion to concrete cases. As regards the question of poetic expression, and the laws by which its true form is deter- mined, Coleridge's analysis is, it seems to me, final. I cannot, at least, after the most careful reflection upon it, conceive it as being other than the absolutely last word on the subject. Reasoning and illustration are alike so con- vincing that the reader, like the contentious student who listened unwillingly to his professor's demonstration of the first proposition of Euclid, is compelled to confess that 148 COLERIDGE. [chap. " he has nothing to reply." To the judicious admirer of Wordsworth, to every one who, while recognising Words- worth's inestimable services to English literature as the leader of the naturalist reaction in poetry, has yet been vaguely conscious of the defect in his poetic theory, and very keenly conscious of the vices of his poetic practice — to all such persons it must be a profound relief and satis- faction to be guided as unerringly as Coleridge guides them to the " parting of the ways " of truth and falsity in Wordsworth's doctrines, and to be enabled to perceive that nothing which has offended him in that poet's thought and diction has any real connection with whatever in the poet's principles has commanded his assent. There is no one who has ever felt uneasy under the blasphemies of the enemy but must entertain deep gratitude for so complete a discharge as Coleridge has procured him from the task of defending such lines as — " And I have travelled far as Hull to see What clothes he might have left or other property." Defend them indeed the ordinary reader probably would not, preferring even the abandonment of his theory to a task so humiliating. But the theory has so much of truth and value in it that the critic who has redeemed it from the discredit of Wordsworth's misapplications of it is en- titled to the thanks of every friend of simplicity, who is at the same time an enemy of bathos. There is no longer any reason to treat the deadly commonplaces, amid which we toil through so many pages of the Excursion, as hav- ing any true theoretic affinity with its but too occasional majestic interludes. The smooth, square -cut blocks of prose which insult the natural beauty of poetic rock and boulder even in such a scene of naked moorland grandeur IX.] PUBLICATIONS AND REPUBLICATIONS. 149 as that of Resolution and Independence are seen aud shown to be the mere intruders which we have all felt them to be. To the Wordsworthian, anxious for a full justifica- tion of the faith that is in him, the whole body of Cole- ridge's criticism on his friend's poetry in the BiograpJda Literaria may be confidently recommended. The refu- tation of what is untenable in Wordsworth's theory, the censure pronounced upon certain characteristics of his practice, are made all the more impressive by the tone of cordial admiration which distinguishes every personal ref- erence to the poet himself, and by the unfailing discrim- ination with which the critic singles out the peculiar beau- ties of his poetry. No finer selection of finely character- istic Wordsworthian passages could perhaps have been made than those which Coleridge has quoted in illustra- tion of his criticisms in the eighteenth and two following chapters of the Biographia Literaria. For the rest, how- ever, unless indeed one excepts the four chapters on the Hartleian system and its relation to the German school of philosophy, the book is rather one to be dipped into for the peculiar pleasure which an hour in Coleridge's com- pany must always give to any active intelligence, than to be systematically studied with a view to perfecting one's conception of Coleridge's philosophical and critical genius considered in its totality. As to the two lay sermons, the less ambitious of them is decidedly the more successful. The advice to "the higher and middle classes " on the existing distresses and discontents contains at least an ingredient of the practi- cal ; its distinctively religious appeals are varied by sound political and economical arguments ; and the enumeration and exposure of the various artifices by which most ora- tors are accustomed to delude their hearers is as masterly 150 COLERIDGE. [chap. as only Coleridge could have made it. Who but he, for instance, could have thrown a piece of subtle observation into a form in which reason and fancy unite so happily to impress it on the mind as in the following passage: " The mere appeal to the auditors, whether the arguments are not such that none but an idiot or an hireling could resist, is an effective substitute for any argument at all. For mobs have no memories. They are in nearly the same state as that of an individual when he makes what is termed a bull. The passions, like a fused metal, fill up the wide interstices of thought and suppAy the defective links; and thus incompatible assertions are harmonised by the sen- sation without the sense of connectiony The other lay ser- mon, however, the Statesman's Manual, is less appropri- ately conceived. Its originating proposition, that the Bible is " the best guide to political skill and foresight," is un- doubtedly open to dispute, but might nevertheless be capa- ble of plausible defence upon a priori grounds. Coleridge, however, is not content with this method of procedure ; as, indeed, with so avowedly practical an object in view he scarcely could be, for a " manual " is essentially a work intended for the constant consultation of the artificer in the actual performance of his work, and ought at least to contain illustrations of the application of its general prin- ciples to particular cases. It is in undertaking to supply these that the essential mysticism of Coleridge's counsels comes to light. For instance : " I am deceived if you will not be compelled to admit that the prophet Isaiah revealed the true philosophy of the French Revolution more than two thousand years before it became a sad irrevocable truth of history. ' And thou saidst, I shall be a lady for ever, so that thou didst not lay these things to thy heart neither didst remember the latter end of it. . . . There- IX.] THE LECTURES OF 1818. 151 fore shall evil come upon thee ; thou shalt not know from whence it riseth, etc' " And to this last-quoted sentence Coleridge actually appends the following note : " The reader will scarcely fail to find in this verse a remem- brancer of the sudden setting in of the frost before the usual time (in a country, too, where the commencement of its two seasons is in general scarcely less regular than that of the wet and dry seasons between the tropics) which caused, and the desolation which accompanied, the flight from Moscow." One can make no other comment upon this than that if it really be wisdom which statesmen would do well to lay to heart, the late Dr. Gumming must have been the most profound instructor in statesmanship that the world has ever seen. A prime minister of real life, however, could scarcely be seriously recommended to shape his policy upon a due consideration of the possible alle- goric meaning of a passage in Isaiah, to say nothing of the obvious objection that this kind of appeal to Sortes Bihlicce is dangerously liable to be turned against those who recommend it. On the whole, one must say of this lay sermon that it justifies the apprehension expressed by the author in its concluding pages. It does rather "resem- ble the overflow of an earnest mind than an orderly and premeditated," in the sense, at any rate, of a well-con- sidered " composition." In the month of January, 1818, Coleridge once more commenced the delivery of a course of lectures in Lon- don. The scope of this series — fourteen in number — was, as will be seen from the subjoined syllabus, an immensely comprehensive one. The subject of the first was "the manners, morals, literature, philosophy, religion, and state of society in general in European Christendom, from the eighth to the fifteenth century ;" and of the second " the L 11 152 COLERIDGE. [chap. tales and metrical romances common for the most part to England, Germany, and the north of France ; and J)nglish songs and ballads continued to the reign of Charles I." In the third the lecturer proposed to deal with the poetry of Chaucer and Spenser, of Petrarch, and of Ariosto, Pulci, and Boiardo, The fourth, fifth, and sixth were to be de- voted to the dramatic works of Shakespeare, and to com- prise the substance of Coleridge's former courses on the same subject, "enlarged and varied by subsequent study and reflection." In the seventh he was to treat of the other principal dramatists of the Elizabethan period, Ben Jonson, Massinger, and Beaumont and Fletcher; in the eighth of the life and all the works of Cervantes; in the ninth of Rabelais, Swift, and Sterne, with a dissertation " on the nature and constituents of genuine humour, and on the distinctions of humorous from the witty, the fan- ciful, the droll, the odd, etc." Donne, Dante, and Milton formed the subject of the tenth ; the Arabian Nights' En- tertainments, and the romantic use of the supernatural in poetry, that of the eleventh. The twelfth was to be on "tales of witches and apparitions, etc.," as distinguished from magic and magicians of Asiatic origin ; and the thirteenth, "on colour, sound, and form in nature, as con- nected with Poesy — the word ' Poesy ' being used as the generic or class term including poetry, music, painting, statuary, and ideal architecture as its species, the reciprocal relations of poetry and philosophy to each other, and of both to religion and the moral sense." In the fourteenth and final lecture Coleridge proposed to discuss " the cor- ruptions of the English language since the reign of Queen Anne, in our style of writing prose," and to for- mulate " a few easy rules for the attainment of a manly, unaffected, and pure language in our genuine mother K.] THE LECTURES OF 1818. 153 tongue, whether for the purposes of writing, oratory, or conversation." These lectures, says Mr. Gillman, were from Coleridge's own account more profitable than any he had before given, though delivered in an unfavourable situation ; a lecture- room in Flower de Luce Court, which, however, being near the Temple, secured to him the benefit — if benefit it were — of a considerable number of law students among his auditors. It was the first time that his devoted guardian had ever heard him in public, and he reports the signifi- cant fact that though Coleridge lectured from notes, which he had carefully made, " it was obvious that his audience were more delighted when, putting his notes aside, he spoke extempore. . . ." He was brilliant, fluent, and rapid ; his words seemed to flow as from a person repeating with grace and energy some delightful poem. If he sometimes paused, it was not for the want of words, but that he was seeking their most appropriate or most logical arrangement. An incident, related with extreme, though in a great measure unconscious, drollery by Mr. Gillman in connec- tion with a lecture delivered at this period is to my mind of more assistance than many of the accounts of his " lay sermons " in private circles, in enabling us to comprehend one element of Coleridge's marvellous powers of discourse. Early one morning at Mr. Gillman's he received two letters — one to inform him that he was expected that same even- ing to deliver a lecture, at the rooms of the London Phil- osophical Society, to an audience of some four or five hun- dred persons; the other containing a list of the previous lecturers and the lectures delivered by them during the course of the season. At seven o'clock in the evening Coleridge and Mr. Gillman went up to town to make some inquiries respecting this unexpected application; but, on 154 COLEKIDGE. [chap. arriving at the house of the gentleman who had written the letter, they were informed that he was not at home, but would return at eight o'clock — the hour fixed for the commencement of the lecture. They then proceeded to the Society's rooms, where in due time the audience as- sembled; and the committee having at last entered and taken their places on the seats reserved for them, "Mr. President arose from the centre of the group, and, putting on a 'prssident's hat,' which so disfigured him that we could scarcely refrain from laughter, addressed the com- pany in these words : ' This evening Mr. Coleridge will de- liver a lecture on " the Growth of the Individual Mind." ' " Coleridge at first " seemed startled," as well he might, and turning round to Mr. Gillman whispered : " A pretty stiff subject they have chosen for me." However, he instantly mounted his standing-place and began without hesitation, previously requesting his friend to observe the effect of his lecture on the audience. It was agreed that, should he appear to fail, Gillman was to " clasp his ancle ; but that he was to continue for an hour if the countenances of his auditors indicated satisfaction." Coleridge then began his address in these words : " The lecture I am about to give this evening is purely extempore. Should you find a nominative case looking out for a verb, or a fatherless verb for a nominative case, you must excuse it. It is purely extempore, though I have read and thought much on the subject." At this the company smiled, which seemed to inspire the lecturer with confidence. He plunged at once into his lecture — and most brilliant, eloquent, and logically consecutive it was. The time moved on so swiftly that Mr. Gillman found, on looking at his watch, that an hour and a half had passed away, and, therefore, he con- tinues " waiting only a desirable moment — to use his own '^■] AS SHAKESPEARIAN CRITIC. 155 playful words — I prepared myself to punctuate his oration. As previously agreed, I pressed his ancle, and thus gave him the hint he had requested; when, bowing graciously, and with a benevolent and smiling countenance, he present- ly descended. The lecture was quite new to me, and I be- lieve quite new to himself so far as the arrangement of his words was concerned. The floating thoughts were beauti- fully arranged, and delivered on the spur of the moment. What accident gave rise to the singular request that he should deliver this lecture impromptu, I never learnt ; nor did it signify, as it afforded a happy opportunity to many of witnessing in part the extent of his reading and the extraordinary strength of his powers." It is tantalising to think that no record of this remark- able performance remains ; but, indeed, the same may to some extent be said, and in various degrees, of nearly all the lectures which Coleridge ever delivered. With the exception of seven out of the fifteen of 1811, which were published in 1856 by Mr. Payne Collier from short-hand notes taken at the time, Coleridge's lectures scarcely exist for us otherwise than in the form of rough preparatory notes. A few longer pieces, such as the admirable ob- servations in the second volume of the Literary Remains, on poetry, on the Greek drama, and on the progress of the dramatic art in England, are, with the exception above noticed, almost the only general disquisitions on these sub- jects which appear to have reached us in a complete state. Of the remaining contents of the volume, including the detailed criticisms — now textual, now analytic — of the various plays of Shakespeare, a considerable portion is frankly fragmentary, pretending, indeed, to no other char- acter than that of mere marginalia. This, however, does not destroy — I had almost said it does not even impair — 156 COLERIDGE. [chap. their value. It does but render them all the more typical productions of a writer whose greatest services to mantitid in almost every department of human thought and knowl- edge with which he concerned himself were much the most often performed in the least methodical way. In read- ing through these incomparable notes on Shakespeare we soon cease to lament, or even to remember, their uncon- nected form and often somewhat desultory appearance; if, indeed, we do not see reason to congratulate ourselves that the annotator, unfettered by the restraints which the composition of a systematic treatise would have im- posed upon him, is free to range with us at will over many a flower-strewn field, for which otherwise he could not perhaps have afforded to quit the main road of his subject. And this liberty is the more welcome, because Coleridge, 2yrimus inter 2^(i-res as a critic of any order of literature, is in the domain of Shakespearian commentary absolute king. The principles of analysis which he was charged with having borrowed Avithout acknowledgment from Schlegel, with whose Shakespearian theories he was at the time entirely unacquainted, were in fact of his own excogitation. He owed nothing in this matter to any individual German, nor had he anything in common with German Shakespearianism except its profoundly philoso- phising spirit, which, moreover, was in his case directed and restrained by other qualities, too often wanting in critics of that industrious race ; for he possessed a sense of the ridiculous, a feeling for the poetic, a tact, a taste, and a judgment, which would have saved many a worthy but heavy-handed Teutonic professor, who should have been lucky enough to own these gifts, from exposing himself and his science to the satire of the light-minded. Very rarely, indeed, do we find Coleridge indulging plus ^■] AS SHAKESPEAKIAN CRITIC. Ihl cequo his passion for psychological analysis. Deeply as his criticism penetrates, it is yet loyally recognitive of the opacity of mile-stones. Far as he sees into his subject, we never find him fancying that he sees beyond the point at which the faculty of human vision is exhausted. His conception of the more complex of Shakespeare's per- sonages, his theory of their characters, his reading of their motives, is often subtle, but always sane ; his interpreta- tion of the master's own dealings with them, and of the language which he puts into their mouths, is often high- ly imaginative, but it is rarely fanciful. Take, as an illus- tration of the first - mentioned merit, the following acute but eminently sensible estimate of the character of Po- lonius : " He is the personified memory of wisdom no longer actually pos- sessed. This admirable character is always misrepresented on the stage. Shakspeare never intended to exhibit him as a buffoon ; for although it was natural that Hamlet — a young man of fire and genius, detesting formality and disliking Polonius on political grounds, as imagining that he had assisted his uncle in his usurpation — should express himself satirically, yet this must not be taken exactly as the poet's conception of him. In Polonius a certain induration of char- acter had arisen from long habits of business ; but take his advice to Laertes, and Ophelia's reverence for his memory, and we shall see that he was meant to be represented as a statesman somewhat past his faculties — his recollections of life all full of wisdom, and show- ing a knowledge of human nature, while what immediately takes place before him and escapes from him is indicative of weakness." Or this comment on the somewhat faint individualisation of the figure of Lear : " In Lear old age is itself a character — natural imperfections be- ing increased by life-long habits of receiving a prompt obedience. Any addition of individualisation would have been unnecessary and 168 COLERIDGE. [chap. painful ; for the relation of others to him, of wondrous fidelity and of frightful ingratitude, alone sufficiently distinguish him. Thua Lear becomes the open and ample playroom of nature's passions." Or lastly, in illustration of my second point, let us take this note on the remark of the knight that "since my young lady's going into France the fool hath much pined away :" " The fool is no comic buffoon to make the groundlings laugh — no forced condescension of Shakspeare's genius to the taste of his audience. Accordingly the poet prepares us for the introduction, which he never does with any of his common clowns and fools, by bringing him into living connection with the pathos of the play. He is as wonderful a creation as Caliban — his wild babblings and in- spired idiocy articulate and gauge the horrors of the scene." The subject is a tempting one to linger over, did not imperative exigencies of space compel me to pass on from it. There is much — very much — more critical matter in the Literary Remains of which it is hard to forbear quo- tation ; and I may mention in particular the profoundly suggestive remarks on the nature of the humorous, with their accompanying analysis of the genius and artistic method of Sterne. But it is, as has been said, in Shake- spearian criticism that Coleridge's unique mastery of all the tools of the critic is most conspicuous, and it is in the brilliant, if unmethodised, pages which I have been dis- cussing that we may most readily find consolation for the too early silencing of his muse. For these consummate criticisms are essentially and above all the criticisms of a poet. They are such as could not have been achieved by any man not originally endowed with that divine gift which was fated in this instance to expend itself within so few years. Nothing, indeed, could more strikingly IX] AS SHAKESPEARIAN CRITIC. 1B9 illustrate the commanding advantage possessed by a poet interpreting a poet than is to be found in Coleridge's occasional sarcastic comments on the banalites of our na- tional poet's most prosaic commentator, Warburton — the " thought-swarming but idealess Warburton," as he once felicitously styles him. The one man seems to read his author's text under the clear, diffused, unwavering radi- ance emitted from his own poetic imagination ; while the criticism of the other resembles a perpetual scratching of damp matches, which flash a momentary light into one corner of the dark passage, and then go out. CHAPTER X. CLOSING TEAKS. — TEMPORARY RENEWAL OP MONEY TROU- BLES. — THE "AIDS TO REFLECTION." — GROWING WEAKNESS. — VISIT TO GERMANY WITH THE WORDSWORTHS. — LAST ILL- NESS AND DEATH. [1818-1834.] For the years whicli now remained to Coleridge, some six- teen in number, dating from his last appearance as a pub- lic lecturer, his life would seem to have been attended with something, at least, of that sort of happiness which is en- joyed by the nation of uneventful annals. There is little to be told of him in the way of literary performance ; lit- tle record remains, unfortunately, of the discursively didac- tic talk in which, during these years, his intellectual activ- ity found its busiest exercise ; of incident, in the ordinary sense of the word, there is almost none. An account of these closing days of his life must resolve itself almost wholly into a " history of opinion " — an attempt to reani- mate for ourselves that life of perpetual meditation which Coleridge lived, and to trace, so far as the scanty evidence of his utterances enables us to do so, the general tenor of his daily thoughts. From one point of view, of course, this task would be extremely difficult, if not impossible ; from another comparatively easy. It is easy, that is to say, to investigate Coleridge's speculations, so far as their sub- ject is concerned, whatever difficulties their obscurity and CHAP. X.] CLOSING YEARS. 161 subtlety may present to the inquirer ; for, as a matter of fact, their subject is remarkably uniform. Attempts to di- vide the literary life of a writer into eras are more often arbitrary and fanciful than not ; but the peculiar circum- stances of Coleridge's career did in fact effect the division for themselves. His life until the age of twenty-six may fairly be described as in its " poetic period." It was dur- ing these years, and indeed during the last two or three of them, that he produced all the poetry by which he will be remembered, while he produced little else of mark or mem- orability. The twenty years which follow from 1V98 to 1818 may with equal accuracy be styled the "critical pe- riod." It was during these years that he did his best work as a journalist, and all his work as a public lecturer on aesthetics. It was during them that he said his say, and even his final say, so far as any public modes of expression were concerned, on politics and on art. From 1818 to his death his life was devoted entirely to metaphysics and the- ology, and with such close and constant reference to the latter subject, to which indeed his metaphysics had through- out his life been ancillary, that it deserves to give the name of the " theological period " to these closing years. Their lack of incident, however, is not entirely as favour- able a circumstance as that uneventfulness of national an- nals to which I have compared it ; for, though " no news may be good news" in the case of a nation's history, it is by no means as certainly so in the case of a man's biogra- phy, and, least of all, when the subject is a man whose in- ward life of thought and feeling so completely overshad- owed his outward life of action throughout his whole ca- leer. There is indeed evidence, slight in amount, but con- clusive in character — plam and painful evidence enough to show that at least the first four or five years of the period 162 COLERIDGE. [chap. we have mentioned were not altogether years of resigna- tion and calm; that they were embittered by recurring agonies of self-reproach, by "Sense of past youth, and manhood come in vain, And genius given, and knowledge won in vain ;" and by the desolating thought that all which had been " culled in wood-walks wild," and " all which patient toil had reared," were to be — " but flowers Strewn on the corse, and borne upon the bier, In the same coffin, for the self-same grave !" Here and there in the correspondence with Thomas All- sop we obtain a glimpse into that vast half-darkened arena in which this captive spirit self-condemned to the lions was struggling its last. To one strange and hitherto un- explained letter I have already referred. It was written from Ramsgate in the autumn of 1822, evidently under circumstances of deep depression. But there is a letter nearly two years earlier in date addressed to the same cor- respondent which contains by far the fullest account of Coleridge's then condition of mind, the state of his liter- ary engagements and his literary projects, his completed and uncompleted work. As usual with him it is stress of money matters that prompts him to write, and he prefaces his request for assistance with the following portentous catalogue of realised or contemplated schemes. " Contem- plated," indeed, is too modest a word, according to his own account, to be applied to any one item in the formidable list. Of all of them, he has, he tells Allsop, " already the written materials and contents, requiring only to be put to- gether from the loose papers and commonplace in memo- randum books, and needing no other change, whether of ^•J CLOSING YEARS. 163 omission, addition, or correction, than the mere act of ar- ranging, and the opportunity of seeing the whole collec- tively, bring with them of course." Heads I. and II. of the list comprise those criticisms on Shakespeare and the other principal Elizabethan dramatists ; on Dante, Spenser, Milton, Cervantes, Calderon ; on Chaucer, Ariosto, Donne, Rabelais, etc., which formed the staple of the course of lectures delivered in 1818, and which were published after his death in the first two of the four volumes of Literary Remains brought out under the editorship of Mr. H. N. Coleridge. Reserving No. III. for a moment we find No. IV. to consist of " Letters on the Old and New Testament, and on the Doctrines and Principles held in common by the Fathers and Founders of the Reformation, addressed to a Candidate for Holy Orders, including advice on the plan and subjects of preaching proper to a minister of the Established Church." The letters never apparently saw the light of publicity, at any rate, in the epistolary form, either during the author's lifetime or after his death ; and with regard to II. and III., which did obtain posthumous publication, the following caution should be borne in mind by the reader. " To the completion," says Coleridge, " of these four works I have literally nothing more to do than to transcribe ; but, as I before hinted, from so many scraps and Sibylline leaves, including margins of blank pages, that unfortunately I must be my own scribe, and, not done by myself, they will be all but lost." As matters turned out he was not his own scribe, and the difiiculty which Mr. Nelson Coleridge experienced in piecing together the fragmentary materials at his dispos- al is feelingly described by him in his preface to the first edition. He added that the contents of these volumes were drawn from a portion only of the MSS. entrusted to 164 COLERIDGE. [chap. him, and that the remainder of the collection, which, tinder favourable circumstances, he hoped might hereafter see the light, " was at least of equal value " with what he was then presenting to the reader. This hope was never realised ; and it must be remembered, therefore, that the published record of Coleridge's achievements as a critic is, as has al- ready been pointed out, extremely imperfect.' That it is not even more disappointingly so than it is, may well entitle his nephew and editor to the gratitude of posterity; but where much has been done, there yet remains much to do ere Coleridge's consummate analyses of poetic and dramatic works can be presented to the reader in other than their present shape of a series of detached brilliancies. The pearls are there, but the string is wanting. Whether it will be ever supplied, or whether it is possible now to supply it, one cannot say. The third of Coleridge's virtually completed works — there is much virtue in a " virtually " — was a " History of Philosophy considered as a Tendency of the Human Mind to exhibit the Powers of the Human Reason, to discover by its own strength the Origin and Laws of Man and the World, from Pythagoras to Locke and Condillac." This production, however, considerable as it is, was probably merely ancillary to what he calls " My Great Work, to the preparation of which more than twenty years of my life have been devoted, and on which my hopes of exten- sive and permanent utility, of fame in the noblest sense of the word, mainly rest." To this work he goes on to say : * How imperfect, a comparison between estimated and actual bulk will show. No. I. was, according to Coleridge's reckoning, to form three volumes of 500 pages each. In the Literary Remains it fills less than half of four volumes of little more than 400 pages each. ^■] CLOSING YEARS. 166 " All my other writings, unless I except my Poems (and these I can exclude m part only), are introductory and preparative, while its re- sult, if the premises be as I with the most tranquil assurance am convinced they are— incontrovertible, the deductions legitimate, and the conclusions commensurate, and only commensurate with both [must be], to efEect a revolution in all that has been called Philoso- phy and Metaphysics in England and France since the era of com- mencing predominance of the mechanical system at the Restoration of our Second Charles, and with [in] the present fashionable views not only of religion, morals, and politics, but even of the modem physics and physiology." This, it must be allowed, is a sufficiently " large order," being apparently indeed nothing less than an undertaking to demolish the system of Locke and his successors, and to erect German Transcendentalism on the ruins. With any- thing less than this, however — with any less noble object or less faith in their attainments — Coleridge could not, he declares, have stood acquitted of folly and abuse of time, talent, and learning, on a labour of three-fourths of his intellectual life. Somewhat more than a volume of this magnum opus had been dictated by him to his "friend and enlightened pupil, Mr. Green, so as to exist fit for the press ;" and more than as much again had been done, but he had been compelled to break off the weekly meetings with his pupil from the necessity of writing on subjects of the passing day. Then comes a reference, the last we meet with, to the real " great work," as the unphilosophic world has always considered and will always consider it. On this subject he says : " Of my poetic works I would fain finish the Christabel. Alas ! for the proud time when I planned, when I had present to my mind the materials as well as the scheme of the Hymns entitled Spirit, Sun, Earth, Air, "Water, Fire, and Man ; and the Epic Poem on what appears to me the only fit subject remaining for an Epic Poem- Jerusalem besieged and destroyed by Titus." 166 COLERIDGE. [chap. And then there follows this most pathetic passage, neces- sary, in spite of its length, to be transcribed entire, both on account of the value of its biographic details — its informa- tion on the subject of the useless worldly affairs, etc. — and because of the singularly penetrating light which it throws upon the mental and moral nature of the man : " I have only by fits and starts ever prayed — I have not prevailed upon myself to pray to God in sincerity and entireness for the forti- tude that might enable me to resign myself to the abandonment of all my life's best hopes, to say boldly to myself, ' Gifted with powers confessedly above mediocrity, aided by an education of which no less from almost unexampled hardships and sufferings than from mani- fold and peculiar advantages I have never yet found a parallel, I have devoted myself to a life of unintermitted reading, thinking, meditating, and observing ; I have not only sacrificed all worldly pros- pects of wealth and advancement, but have in my inmost soul stood aloof from temporary reputation. In consequence of these toils and this self-dedication I possess a calm and clear consciousness that in many and most important departments of truth and beauty I have outstrode my contemporaries, those at least of highest name, that the number of my printed works bear witness that I have not been idle, and the seldom acknowledged but strictly proveable effects of my labours appropriated to the welfare of my age in the Morning Post before the peace of Amiens, in the Courier afterwards, and in the serious and various subjects of my lectures . . . (add to which the unlimited freedom of my communications to colloquial life) may surely be allowed as evidence that I have not been useless to my generation. But, from circumstances, the main portion of my har- vest is still on the ground, ripe indeed and only waiting, a few for the sickle, but a large part only for the sheaving and carting and housing — but from all this I must turn away and let them rot as they lie, and be as though they never had been ; for I must go and gather blackberries and earth-nuts, or pick mushrooms and gild oak-apples for the palate and fancies of chance customers. I must abrogate the name of philosopher and poet, and scribble as fast as I can and with as little thought as I can for Blackwood's Magazine, or as I have been employed for the last days in writing MS. sermons for lazy clergy, 2-] RENEWAL OF MONEY TROUBLES. 167 men who stipulate that the composition must be more than respecta- ble.' . . . This " [ie., to say this to myself] " I have not yet had courage to do. My soul sickens and my heart sinks, and thus oscil- lating between both " [forms of activity— the production of perma- nent and of ephemeral work] " I do neither— neither as it ought to be done to any profitable end." And his proposal for extricating himself from this dis- tressing position is that " those who think respectfully and hope highly of my power and attainments should guaran- tee me a yearly sum for three or four years, adequate to my actual support, with such comforts and decencies of ap- pearance as my health and habit have made necessaries, so that my mind may be unanxious as far as the present time is concerned." Thus provided for he would under- take to devote two-thirds of his time to some one work of those above mentioned — that is to say, of the first four — and confine it exclusively to it till finished, while the remaining third of his time he would go on maturing and completing his " great work," and " (for, if but easy in my mind, I have no doubt either of the reawakening power or of the kindling inclination) my Christabel, and what else the happier hour may inspire." Mr. Green, he goes on to say, had promised to contribute £30 to £40 yearly, another pupil, " the son of one of my dearest old friends, £50," and £10 or £20 could, he thought, he re- lied on from another. The whole amount of the required annuity would be about £200, to be repaid, of course, should disposal or sale of his works produce, or as far as they should produce, the means. But " am I entitled," he asks uneasily, " have I a right to do this ? Can I do it without moral degradation ? And lastly, can it be done without loss of character in the eyes of my acquaintances and of my friends' acquaintances ?" M 8* 12 168 COLERIDGE. [chap. I cannot take npon myself to answer these painful ques- tions. The reply to be given to them must depend upon the judgment which each individual student of this re- markable but unhappy career may pass upon it as a whole ; and, while it would be too much to expect that that judg- ment should be entirely favourable, one may at least be- lieve that a fair allowance for those inveterate weaknesses of physical constitution which so largely aggravated, if they did not wholly generate, the fatal infirmities of Cole- ridge's moral nature, must materially mitigate the harsh- ness of its terms. The story of Coleridge's closing years is soon told. It is mainly a record of days spent in meditation and dis- course, in which character it will be treated of more fully in a subsequent chapter. His literary productions during the last fourteen years of his life were few in number, and but one of them of any great importance. In 1821 he had offered himself as an occasional contributor to Black- wood's Magazine^ but a series of papers promised by him to that periodical were uncompleted, and his only two contributions, in October, 1821, and January, 1822, are of no particular note. In May, 1825, he read a paper on the Prometheus of ^schylus before the Royal Society of Liter- ature; but "the series of disquisitions respecting the Egyp- tian in connection with the sacerdotal theology and in con- trast with the mysteries of ancient Greece," to which this essay had been announced as preparatory, never made their appearance. In the same year, however, he published one of the best known of his prose works, his Aids to Reflection. Of the success of this latest of Coleridge's more impor- tant contributions to literature there can be no doubt. New editions of it seem to have been demanded at regular intervals for some twenty years after its first production, ^•] THE "AIDS TO REFLECTION. 169 and it appears to have had during the same period a rela- tively equal reissue in the United States. The Rev. Dr. James Marsh, an American divine of some ability and reputation, composed a preliminary essay (now prefixed to the fifth English edition), in which he elaborately set forth the peculiar merits of the work, and undertook to initiate the reader in the fittest and most profitable method of making use of it. In these remarks the reverend essayist insists more strongly on the spiritually edifying quality of the Aids than on their literary merits, and, for my own part, I must certainly consider him right in doing so. As a religious manual it is easy to understand how this vol- ume of Coleridge's should have obtained many and earnest readers. What religious manual, which shows traces of spiritual insight, or even merely of pious yearnings after higher and holier than earthly things, has ever failed to win such readers among the weary and heavy-laden of the world? And that Coleridge, a writer of the most pene- trating glance into divine mysteries, and writing always from a soul all tremulous, as it were, with religious sensi- bility, should have obtained such readers in abundance is not surprising. But to a critic and literary biographer I cannot think that his success in this respect has much to say. For my own part, at any rate, I find considerable difficulty in tracing it to any distinctively literary origin. There seems to me to be less charm of thought, less beau- ty of style, less even of Coleridge's seldom-failing force of effective statement, in the Aids to Be/lection than in almost any of his writings. Even the volume of some dozen short chapters on the Constitution of the Church and State, published in 1830, as an "aid towards a right judgment in the late Catholic Relief Bill," appears to me to yield a more characteristic flavour of the author's style, 1'70 COLERIDGE. [chap. and to exhibit far more of his distinction of literary work- manship, than the earlier and more celebrated work. Among the acquaintances made by Coleridge after his retirement to Mr. Gillman's was one destined to be of some importance to the history of his philosophical work. It was that of a gentleman whose name has already been mentioned in this chapter, Mr. Joseph Henry Green, after- wards a distinguished surgeon and Fellow of the Royal Society, who in his early years had developed a strong taste for metaphysical speculation, going even so far as to devote one of bis hard-earned periods of professional holiday to a visit to Germany for the sake of studying philosophy in that home of abstract thought. To him Coleridge was introduced by his old Roman acquaintance, Ludwig Tieck, on one of the latter's visits to England, and he became, as the extract above quoted from Coleridge's correspondence shows, his enthusiastic disciple and inde- fatigable fellow-worker. In the pursuit of their common studies, and in those weekly reunions of admiring friends which Coleridge, while his health permitted it, was in the habit of holding, we may believe that a considerable por- tion of these closing years of his life was passed under happier conditions than he had been long accustomed to. It is pleasant to read of him among his birds and flowers, and surrounded by the ever-watchful tendance of the af- fectionate Gillmans, tranquil in mind at any rate, if not at ease from his bodily ailments, and enjoying, as far as enjoyment was possible to him, the peaceful close of a stormy and unsettled day. For the years 1825-30, more- over, his pecuniary circumstances were improved to the ex- tent of <£105 per annum, obtained for him at the instance of the Royal Society of Literature, and held by him till the death of George IV. ^■] VISIT TO GERMANY. ITI iwo incidents of his later years are, however, worthy of more special mention — a tour up the Rhine, which he took in 1828, in company with Wordsworth and his daughter, and, some years earlier, a meeting with John Keats. "A loose, slack, not well dressed youth," it is recorded in the Table Talk, published after his death by his nephew, " met Mr. " [it was Mr. Green, of whom more hereafter] "and myself in a lane near Highgate. Green knew him and spoke. It was Keats. He was in- troduced to me, and stayed a minute or so. After he had left us a little way, he came back and said, ' Let me carry away the memory, Coleridge, of having pressed your hand,' ' There is death in that hand,' I said to Green, when Keats was gone ; yet this was, I believe, before the consumption showed itself distinctly." His own health, however, had been steadily declining in these latter years, and the German tour with the Words- worths must, I should imagine, have been the last expedi- tion involving any considerable exercise of the physical powers which he was able to take. Within a year or so afterwards his condition seems to have grown sensibly worse. In November, 1831, he writes that for eighteen months past his life had been " one chain of severe sick- nesses, brief and imperfect convalescences, and capricious relapses." Henceforth he was almost entirely confined to the sick-room. His faculties, however, still remained clear and unclouded. The entries in the Table Talk do not materially diminish in frequency. Their tone of colloquy undergoes no perceptible variation ; they continue to be as stimulating and delightful reading as ever. Not till 11th July, 1834, do we find any change; but here at last we meet the shadow, deemed longer than it was in reality, of the approaching end. " I am dying," said Coleridge, " but 172 COLERIDGE. [chap, x without expectation of a speedy release. Is it not strange that, very recently, by-gone images and scenes of early life have stolen into ray mind like breezes blown from the spice-islands of Youth and Hope — those twin realities of the phantom world ! I do not add Love, for what is Love but Youth and Hope embracing, and, so seen, as one. . . , Hooker wished to live to finish his Ecclesiastical Polity — so I own I wish life and strength had been spared to me to complete my Philosophy. For, as God hears me, the originating, continuing, and sustaining wish and design in my heart were to exalt the glory of His name ; and, which is the same thing in other words, to promote the improvement of mankind. But visum aliter Peo, and His will be done." The end was nearer than he thought. It was on the 11th of July, as has been said, that he uttered these last words of gentle and pious resignation. On that day fort- night he died. Midway, however, in this intervening pe- riod, he knew that the " speedy release " which he had not ventured to expect was close at hand. The death, when it came, was in some sort emblematic of the life. Sufferings severe and constant, till within thirty-six hours of the end: at the last peace. On the 25th of July, 1834, this sorely- tried, long -labouring, fate-marred and self -marred life passed tranquilly away. The pitiful words of Kent over his dead master rise irrepressibly to the lips — " let him pass ; he hates him Who would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer." There might have been something to be said, though not by Kent, of the weaknesses of Lear himself; but at such a moment compassion both for the king and for the poet may well impose silence upon censure. CHAPTER XL COLEBIDGE'S metaphysics and theology. — THE "SPIRITUAL philosophy" of MR. GREEN. In spite of all the struggles, the resolutions, and the en- treaties which displayed themselves so distressingly in the letter to Mr. Allsop, quoted in the last chapter, it is doubt- ful whether Coleridge's "great work" made much addi- tional progress during the last dozen years of his life. The weekly meeting with Mr. Green seems, according to the latter's biographer, to have been resumed. Mr. Simon tells us that he continued year after year to sit at the feet of bis Gamaliel, getting more and more insight into his opinions, until, in 1834, two events occurred which deter- mined the remaining course of Mr. Green's life. One of these events, it is needless to say, was Coleridge's death; the other was the death of his disciple's father, with the result of leaving Mr. Green possessed of such ample means as to render him independent of his profession. The lan- guage of Coleridge's will, togetber, no doubt, with verbal communications which had passed, imposed on Mr. Green what he accepted as an obligation to devote so far as nec- essary the whole remaining strength and earnestness of his life to the one task of systematising, developing, and es- tablishing the doctrines of the Coleridgian philosophy. Accordingly, in 1836, two years after his master's death, 1Y4 COLERIDGE. [chap. he retired from medical practice, and thenceforward, until his own death, nearly thirty years afterwards, he applied himself unceasingly to what was in a twofold sense a labour of love. We are not, it seems from his biographer's account, to suppose that Mr. Green's task was in any material degree lightened for him by his previous collaboration with Cole- ridge. The latter had, as we have seen, declared in his letter to Allsop that " more than a volume " of the great work had been dictated by him to Mr. Green, so as to ex- ist in a condition fit for the press ; but this, according to Mr. Simon, was not the case, and the probability is, there- fore, that " more than a volume " meant written material equal in amount to more than a volume — of course, an entirely different thing. Mr. Simon, at any rate, assures us that no available written material existed for setting comprehensively before the public, in Coleridge's own lan- guage, and in an argued form, the philosophical system with which he wished his name to be identified. Instead of it there were fragments — for the most part mutually inadaptable fragments, and beginnings, and studies of spe- cial subjects, and numberless notes on the margins and fly- leaves of books. With this equipment, such as it was, Mr, Green set to work to methodise the Coleridgian doctrines, and to con- struct from them nothing less than such a system of phi- losophy as should "virtually include the law and expla- nation of all being, conscious and unconscious, and of all correlativity and duty, and be applicable directly or by de- duction to whatsoever the human mind can contemplate — sensuous or supersensuous — of experience, purpose, or imagination." Born under post-diluvian conditions, Mr. Green was of course unable to accomplish his self-proposed XI.] METAPHYSICS AND THEOLOGY. 116 enterprise, but lie must be allowed to have attacked his task with remarkable energy. " Theology, ethics, politics and political history, ethnology, language, sesthetics, psy- chology, physics, and the allied sciences, biology, logic, mathematics, pathology, all these subjects," declares his biographer, " were thoughtfully studied by him, in at least their basial principles and metaphysics, and most were elab- orately written of, as though for the divisions of some vast cyclopaedic work," At an early period of his labours he thought it convenient to increase his knowledge of Greek ; he began to study Hebrew when more than sixty years old, and still later in life he took up Sanscrit. It was not un- til he was approaching his seventieth year and found his health beginning to fail him that Mr. Green seems to have felt that his design, in its more ambitious scope, must be abandoned, and that, in the impossibility of applying the Coleridgian system of philosophy to all human knowledge, it was his imperative duty under his literary trust to work out that particular application of it which its author had most at heart. Already, in an unpublished work which he had made it the first care of his trusteeship to compose, he had, though but roughly and imperfectly, as he considered, exhibited the relation of his master's doctrines to revealed religion, and it had now become time to supersede this un- published compendium, the Religio Laid, as he had styled it, by a fuller elaboration of the great Coleridgian position that " Christianity, rightly understood, is identical with the highest philosophy, and that, apart from all question of historical evidence, the essential doctrines of Christianity are necessary and eternal truths of reason — truths which man, by the vouchsafed light of Nature and without aid from documents or tradition, may always and anywhere discover for himself." To this work accordingly Mr. Green 176 COLERIDGE. [chap. devoted the few remaining years of his life, and, dying in 1863 at the age of seventy-two, left behind him in MS. the work entitled Spiritual Philosophy : founded on the teaching of the late Samuel Taylor Coleridge^ which was published two years later, together with the memoir of the author, from which I have quoted, by Mr. John Simon. It consists of two volumes, the first of which is devoted to the exposition of the general principles of Coleridge's phi- losophy, while the second is entirely theological, and aims at indicating, on principles for which the first volume has contended, the essential doctrines of Christianity. The earlier chapters of this volume Mr. Green devotes to an exposition (if indeed the word can be applied to what is really a catalogue of the results of a transcendental in- tuition) of the essential difference between the reason and the understanding — a distinction which Coleridge has him- self elsewhere described as pre-eminently the gradus ad philosophiam, and might well have called its, pons asinorum. In the second part of his first volume Mr. Green applies himself to the establishment of a position which, funda- mental as it must be accounted in all philosophical specu- lations of this school, is absolutely vital to the theology which Coleridge sought to erect upon a metaphysical ba- sis. This position is that the human will is to be regarded as the one ultimate fact of self-consciousness. So long as man confines himself to the contemplation of his percipi- ent and reflective self alone — so long as he attends only to those modes of consciousness which are produced in him by the impressions of the senses and the operations of thought, he can never hope to escape from the famous re- ductio ad insdbile of Hume. He can never affirm anything more than the existence of those modes of consciousness, or assert, at least as a direct deliverance of intuition, th^t XI-] METAPHYSICS AND THEOLOGY. 177 nis conscious self is anything apart from the perceptions and concepts to which he is attending. But when he turns from his perceiving and thinking to his wilUng self he be- comes for the first time aware of something deeper than the mere objective presentations of consciousness ; he ob- tains a direct intuition of an originant, causative, and in- dependent self-existence. He will have attained in short to the knowledge of a noumenon, and of the only knowa- ble noumenon. The barrier, elsewhere insuperable between the subject and object, is broken down ; that which knows becomes identified with that which is; and in the con- sciousness of will the consciousness also of a self, as some- thing independent of and superior to its own modifications, is not so much affirmed as acquired. The essence, in short, of the Coleridgian ontology consists in the alteration of a single though a very important word in the well-known Cartesian formula. Cogito ergo sum had been shown by Hume to involve an illicit process of reasoning, Descartes, according to the Scottish sceptic, had no right to have said more than Cogito ergo cogitationes sunt. But substitute willing for thinking, convert the formula into Volo ergo sum, and it becomes irrefragable. So far as I can perceive, it would have been sufficient for Mr, Green's subsequent argument to have thus estab- lished the position of the will as the ultimate fact of con- sciousness, but he goes on to assert that he has thus se- cured the immovable ground of a philosophy of Realism. For since man, " in affirming his Personality by the verb substantive I am, asserts, nay, acquires, the knowledge of his own Substance as a Spiritual being, and thereby knows what substance truly and properly is, so he contemplates the outward, persons or things, as subjects partaking of reality by virtue of the same substance of which he is con- 178 COLERIDGE. [chap. scious in his own person." So far, however, from this being a philosophy of Realism, it is in effect, if not indeed in actual terms, a philosophy of Idealism. I, at least, am unable to see how any Idealist, from Berkeley downwards, could ask for a better definition of his theory of the ex- ternal world than that it " partakes of reality by virtue of the same substance of which he is conscious in his own person." But it is, of course, with the second volume of Mr. Green's work that one is chiefly concerned. Had Cole- ridge been a mere Transcendentalist for Transcendental- ism's sake, had there been no connection between his phi- losophy of Being and his religious creed, it might be a question whether even the highly condensed and necessa- rily imperfect sketch which has here been given of it would not have been superfluous and out of place. But Coleridge was a Theosophist first, and a philosopher afterwards ; it was mainly as an organon of religion that he valued his philosophy, and it was to the development and perfection of it, as stick organon, that he may be said to have de- voted, so far as it could be redeemed from its enthralment to lower necessities, the whole of the latter half of his career. No account of his life, therefore, could be com- plete without at least some brief glance at the details of this notable attempt to lead the world to true religion by the road of the Transcendental philosophy. It is diflBcult, of course, for those who have been trained in a wholly different school of thought to do justice to processes of reasoning carried on, as they cannot but hold, in terms of the inconceivable ; it is still more difficult to be sure that you have done justice to it after all has been said; and I think that no candid student of the Coleridgian philosophico-theology (not being a professed disciple of XI.] METAPHYSICS AND THEOLOGY. 1V9 it, and therefore bound, at any rate, to feign familiarity with incomprehensibilities) will deny that he is often com- pelled to formulate its positions and recite its processes in somewhat of the same modest and confiding spirit as ani- mates those youthful geometricians who learn their Euclid by heart. With this proviso I will, as briefly as may be, trace the course of the dialectic by which Mr. Green seeks to make the Coleridgian metaphysics demonstrative of the truth of Christianity. Having shown that the Will is the true and the only tenable base of Philosophic Realism, the writer next pro- ceeds to explain the growth of the Soul, from its rudi- mental strivings in its fallen condition to the development of its spiritual capabilities, and to trace its ascent to the conception of the Idea of God. The argument — if we may apply so definite a name to a process which is con- tinually forced to appeal to something that may perhaps be higher, but is certainly othe^' than the ratiocinative fac- ulty — is founded partly on moral and partly on intellectual considerations. By an analysis of the moral phenomena associated with the action of the human will, and, in par- ticular, of the conflict which arises between " the tendency of all Will to make itself absolute," and the consciousness that, under the conditions of man's fallen state, nothing but misery could result both to the individual and the race from the fulfilment of this tendency — Mr, Green shows how the Soul, or the Reason, or the Speculative Intellect (for he seems to use all three expressions indiscriminately) is morally prepared for the reception of the truth which his Understanding alone could never have compassed — the Idea of God. This is in eflEect neither more nor less than a restatement of that time-honoured argument for the existence of some Being of perfect holiness which has 180 COLERIDGE. [chap. always weighed so much with men of high spirituality as to blind them to the fact of its actually enhancing the intellectual difficulties of the situation. Man possesses a Will which longs to fulfil itself ; but it is coupled with a nature which constantly impels him to those gratifications of will which tend not to self-preservation and progress, but to their contraries. Surely, then, on the strength of the mere law of life, which prevails everywhere, there must be some higher archetypal Will, to which human wills, or rather certain selected examples of them, may more and more conform themselves, and in which the union of unlimited efficiency in operation with unqualified purity of aim has been once for all eflEected. Or to put it yet another way : The life of the virtuous man is a life auxiliary to the preservation and progress of the race ; but his will is under restraint. The will of the vicious man energises freely enough, but his life is hostile to the pres- ervation and progress of the race. Now the natural and essential iiisus of all Will is towards absolute freedom. But nothing in life has a natural and essential nisus to- wards that which tends to its deterioration and extinction. Therefore, there must be some ultimate means of recon- ciling absolute freedom of the Will with perfectly salutary conditions of its exercise. And since Mr. Green, like his master and all other Platonists, is incapable of stopping here, and contenting himself with assuming the existence of a " stream of tendency " which will gradually bring the human will into the required conditions, he here makes the inevitable Platonic jump, and proceeds to con- clude that there must be a self-existent ideal Will in which absolute freedom and power concur with perfect purity and holiness. So much for the moral part of Mr. Green's proof, which M] MR. GREEN'S SPIRITUAL PHILOSOPHY. 181 so far fails, it will be observed, to carry us much beyond the Pantheistic position. It has, that is to say, to be proved that the "power not ourselves," which has been called Will, originates in some source to which we should be rationally justified in giving the name of *' God ;" and, singular as such a thing may seem, it is impossible at any rate for the logic of the understanding to regard Mr. Green's argument on this point as otherwise than hope- lessly circular. The half-dozen pages or so which he devotes to the refutation of the Pantheistic view reduce themselves to the following simple petitio principii: the power is first assumed to be a Will ; it is next afiirmed with perfect truth that the very notion of Will would escape us except under the condition of Personality ; and from this the existence of a personal God as the source of the power in question deduced. And the same vice un- derlies the further argument by which Mr. Green meets the familiar objection to the personality of the Absolute as involving contradictory conceptions. An infinite Per- son, he argues, is no contradiction in terms, unless " finition or limitation " be regarded as identical with " negation " (which, when applied to a hypothetical Infinite, one would surely think it is) ; and an Absolute Will is not the less absolute from being self-determined ab intra. For how, he asks, can any Will which is causative of reality be con- ceived as a Will except by conceiving it as se finiens, pre- determining itself to the specific processes required by the act of causation ? How, indeed ? But the answer of a Pantheist would of course be that the very impossibility of conceiving of Will except as se finiens is his very ground for rejecting the notion of a volitional (in the sense of a personal) origin of the cosmos. However, it is beyond my purposes to enter into anv 182 COLERIDGE. [chap. detailed criticiam of Mr. Green's position, more especially as I have not yet reached the central and capital point of his spiritual philosophy — the construction of the Chris- tian theology on the basis of the Coleridgian metaphysics. Having deduced the Idea of God from man's conscious- ness of an individual Will perpetually affirming itself, Mr. Green proceeds to evolve the Idea of the Trinity, by (as he considers it) an equally necessary process from two of the invariable accompaniments of the above-mentioned introspective act. " For as in our consciousness," he truly says, "we are under the necessity of distinguishing the relation of ' myself,' now as the subject thinking and now as the object contemplated in the manifold of thought, so we might express the relations in the Divine instance as Deus Subjectivus and Deus Objectivus — that is, the Ab- solute Subjectivity or Supreme Will, uttering itself as and contemplating itself in the Absolute Objectivity or pleni- tude of Being eternally and causatively realised in his Per- sonality." Whence it follows (so runs or seems to run the argument) that the Idea of God the Father as neces- sarily involves the Idea of God the Son as the " I " who, as the thinking subject, contemplate myself, implies the contemplated "Me" as the object thought of. Again, the man who reflects on the fact of his consciousness, "which discloses to him the unavoidable opposition of subject and object in the self of which he is conscious, cannot fail to see that the conscious mind requires not only the distinction in order to the act of reflection in itself, but the continual sense of the I'elative nature of the distinction and of the essential oneness of the mind itself." Whence it follows (so runs or seems to run the argument) that the Idea of the first two Persons of the Trinity as necessarily involves the Idea of the Third Person, as the XI-] MR. GREEN'S SPIRITUAL PHILOSOPHY. 183 contemplation of the "Me" by the "I" implies the per- petual consciousness that the contemplator and the con- templated — the " I " and the " Me " — are one. In this manner is the Idea of the Trinity shown to be involved m the Idea of God, and to arise out of it by an implica- tion as necessary as that which connects together the three phases of consciousness attendant upon every self- contemplative act of the individual mind.' It may readily be imagined that after the Speculative Reason has been made to perform such feats as these the remainder of the work proposed to it could present no serious diflBculty. And in the half-dozen chapters which follow it is made to evolve in succession the doctrine of the Incarnation, the Advent, and the Atonement of Christ, and to explain the mysteries of the fall of man and of original sin. Considered in the aspect in which Coleridge himself would have preferred to regard his pupil's work, namely as a systematic attempt to lead the minds of men to Christianity by an intellectual route, no more hopeless enterprise perhaps could have been conceived than that embodied in these volumes. It is like offering a traveller a guide-book written in hieroglyphics. Upon the most liberal computation it is probable that not one-fourth part ' Were it not hazardous to treat processes of the Speculative Rea- son as we deal with the vulgar dialectic of the Understanding, one would be disposed to reply that if the above argument proves the existence of three persons in the Godhead, it must equally prove the existence of three persons in every man who reflects upon his con- scious self. That the Divine Mind, when engaged in the act of self- contemplation, must be conceived under three relations is doubtless as true as that the human mind, when so engaged, must be so con- ceived ; but that these three relations are so many objective realities is what Mr. Green asserts indeed a few pages farther on, but what he nowhere attempts to prove. N 9 13 184 COLERIDGE. [chap. xi. of educated mankind are capable of so much as compre- hending the philosophic doctrine upon which Coleridge seeks to base Christianity, and it is doubtful whether any but a still smaller fraction of these would admit that the foundation was capable of supporting the superstructure. That the writings of the pupil, like the teachings of the master whom he interprets, may serve the cause of relig- ion in another than an intellectual way is possible enough. Not a few of the functions assigned to the Speculative Reason will strike many of us as moral and spiritual rath- er than intellectual in their character, and the appeal to them is in fact an appeal to man to chasten the lower passions of his nature, and to discipline his unruly will. Exhortations of that kind are religious all the world of philosophy over, and will succeed in proportion to the moral fervour and oratorical power which distinguish them. But if the benefits of Coleridge's theological teachings are to be reduced to this, it would of course have been much better to have dissociated them altogether from the ex- ceedingly abstruse metaphysic to which they have been wedded. CHAPTER XII. COLERIDGE'S POSITION IN HIS LATER TEARS.— HIS DISCOURSE. —HIS INFLUENCE ON CONTEMPORARY THOUGHT. —FINAL RE- VIEW OF HIS INTELLECTUAL WORK. The critic who would endeavour to appreciate the posi- tion which Coleridge fills in the history of literature and thought for the first half of the nineteenth century must, if he possesses ordinary candour and courage, begin, I think, with a confession. He must confess an inability to com- prehend the precise manner in which that position was at- tained, and the precise grounds on which it was recognized. For vast as were Coleridge's powers of thought and expres- sion, and splendid, if incomplete, as is the record which they have left behind them in his works, they were never directed to purposes of instruction or persuasion in any- thing like that systematic and concentrated manner which is necessary to him who would found a school. Cole- ridge's writings on philosophical and theological subjects were essentially discursive, fragmentary, incomplete. Even when he professes an intention of exhausting his subject and affects a logical arrangement, it is not long before he forgets the design and departs from the ordei*. His disquisitions are in no sense connected treatises on the subjects to which they relate. Brilliant aper^us, gnomic sayings, fl-ights of fervid eloquence, infinitely suggestive reflections — of these 186 COLERIDGE. [chap. there is enough and to spare ; but these, though an ample equipment for the critic, are not sufficient for the construc- tive philosopher. Nothing, it must be frankly said, in Coleridge's philosophical and theological writings — noth- ing, that is to say, which appeals in them to the mere in- telligence — suffices to explain, at least to the appreciation of posterity, the fact that he was surrounded during these closing years of his life by an eager crowd of real or sup- posed disciples, including two, at any rate, of the most remarkable personalities of the time. And if nothing in Coleridge's writings serves to account for it, so neither does anything traceable or tangible in the mere matter of his conversations. This last point, however, is one which must be for the present reserved. I wish for the moment to confine myself to the fact of Coleridge's position during his later life at Highgate. To this we have, as we all know, an extremely eminent witness, and one from whose evidence most people, one may suppose, are by this time able to make their own deductions in all matters relating to the persons with whom he was brought into contact. Carlyle on Charles Lamb, few as the sour sentences are, must always warn us to be careful how we follow Carlyle " on " anybody whomsoever. But thei'e is no evidence of any ill feeling on Carlyle's part towards Coleridge — noth- ing but a humorous, kindly-contemptuous compassion for his weaknesses and eccentricities ; and the famous descrip- tion in the Life of Sterling may be taken therefore as a fairly accurate account of the man and the circumstances to which it refers : " Coleridge sat on the brow of Highgate Hill in those years look- ing down on London and its smoke tumult like a sage escaped from the inanity of life's battle, attracting towards him the thoughts of innumerable brave souls still engaged there. His express contribu- ^i] CARLYLE'S PICTURE. 187 tions to poetry, philosophy, or any specific province of human litera- ture or enlightenment had been small and sadly intermittent ; but he had, especially among young inquiring men, a higher than literary, a kind of prophetic or magician character. He was thought to hold — he alone in England — the key of German and other Transcendental- isms ; knew the sublime secret of believing by the ' reason ' what the 'understanding' had oeen obliged to fling out as incredible; and could still, after Hume and Voltaire had done their best and worst with him, profess himself an orthodox Christian, and say and point to the Church of England, with its singular old rubrics and surplices at AUhallowtide, Esto perpetua. A sublime man ; who alone in those dark days had saved his crown of spiritual manhood, escaping from the black materialisms and revolutionary deluges with ' God, Free- dom, Immortality,' still his ; a king of men. The practical intellects of the world did not much heed him, or carelessly reckoned him a metaphysical dreamer; but to the rising spirits of the young genera- tion he had this dusky sublime character, and sat there as a kind of Magus, girt in mystery and enigma ; his Dodona oak-grove (Mr. Gill- man's house at Highgate) whispering strange things, uncertain wheth- er oracles or jargon." The above quotation would suffice for my immediate purpose, but it is impossible to deny oneself or one's read- ers the pleasure of a refreshed recollection of the noble landscape-scene and the masterly portrait that follow : " The Gillmans did not encourage much company or excitation of any sort round their sage ; nevertheless, access to him, if a youth did reverently wish it, was not difficult. He would stroll about the pleas- ant garden with you, sit in the pleasant rooms of the place— perhaps take you to his own peculiar room, high up, with a rearward view, which was the chief view of all. A really charming outlook in fine weather. Close at hand wide sweeps of flowing leafy gardens, their few houses mostly hidden, the very chimney-pots veiled under blos- soming umbrage, flowed gloriously down hill ; gloriously issuing in wide-tufted undulating plain country, rich in all charms of field and town. Waving blooming country of the brightest green, dotted all over with handsome villas, handsome groves crossed by roads and human traffic, here inaudible, or heard only as a musical hum ; 188 COLERIDGE. [chap. and behind all swam, under olive-tinted haze, the illimitable limitary ocean of London, with its domes and steeples definite in the sun, big Paul's and the many memories attached to it hanging high over all. Nowhere of its kind could you see a grander prospect on a bright summer day, with the set of the air going southward — southward, and so draping with the city smoke not you but the city." Then comes the invariable final touch, the one dash of black — or green, shall we call it — without which the mas- ter left no picture that had a human figure in the fore- ground : " Here for hours would Coleridge talk concerning all conceivable or inconceivable things; and liked nothing better than to have an intelligent, or, failing that, even a silent and patient human listener. He distinguished himself to all that ever heard him as at least the most surprising talker extant in this world — and to some small mi- nority, by no means to all, as the most excellent." Then follows the well-known, wonderfully vivid, cynical- ly pathetic sketch of the man : *' The good man — he was now getting old, towards sixty perhaps, and gave you the idea of a life that had been full of sufferings ; a life heavy-laden, half-vanquished, still swimming painfully in seas of manifold physical and other bewilderment. Brow and head were round and of massive weight, but the face was flabby and irresolute. The deep eyes, of a light hazel, were as full of sorrow as of inspira- tion ; confused pain looked mildly from them, as in a kind of mild astonishment. The whole figure and air, good and amiable otherwise, might be called flabby and irresolute ; expressive of weakness under possibility of strength. He hung loosely on his limbs, with knees bent, and stooping attitude ; in walking he rather shuffled than de- cisively stept ; and a lady once remarked he never could fix which side of the garden-walk would suit him best, but continually shifted, corkscrew fashion, and kept trying both ; a heavy-laden, high-aspir- ing, and surely much-suffering man. His voice, naturally soft and good, had contracted itself into a plaintive snuffle and sing-song ; he spoke as if preaching — you could have said preaching earnestly and almost hopelessly the weightiest things. I still recollect his ' object' ^•] COLERIDGE'S DISCOURSE. 189 and ' subject,' terms of continual recurrence in the Kantean prov- ince; and how he sang and snuffled them into 'om-m-ject' and ' sum-m-mject,' with a kind of solemn shake or quaver as he rolled along. 1 No talk in his century or in any other could be more sur- prising." Such, as lie appeared to this half- contemptuous, half- compassionate, but ever acute observer, was Coleridge at this the zenith of his influence over the nascent thought of his day. Such to Carlyle seemed the manner of the deliverance of the oracles ; in his vievsr of their matter, as we all know from an equally well-remembered passage, his tolerance disappears, and his account here, with all its racy humour, is almost wholly impatient. Talk, " suffering no interruption, however reverent, hastily putting aside all foreign additions, annotation, or most ingenuous de- sires for elucidation, as well-meant superfluities which would never do ;" talk " not flowing any whither, like a river, but spreading everywhither in inextricable currents and regurgitations like a lake or sea;" a "confused unin- telligible flood of utterance, threatening to submerge all known landmarks of thought and drown the world with you" — this, it must be admitted, is not an easily recog- nisable description of the Word of Life. Nor, certainly, does Carlyle's own personal experience of its preaching and effects — he having heard the preacher talk "with ' No one who recollects the equally singular manner in which an- other most distinguished metaphysician — the late Dean Mansel — was wont to quaver forth his admirably turned and often highly eloquent phrases of philosophical exposition, can fail to be reminded of him by the above description. No two temperaments or histories, how- ever, could be more dissimilar. The two philosophers resembled each other in nothing save the "om-mject" and "sum-mject" of their studies. 190 COLERIDGE. [chap. eager musical energy two stricken hours, his face radiant and moist, and communicate no meaning whatsoever to any individual of his hearers " — certain of whom, the nar- rator for one, " still kept eagerly listening in hope, while the most had long before given up and formed (if the room was large enough) humming groups of their own." "He began anywhere," continues this irresistibly comic sketch ; " you put some question to him, made some sug- gestive observation ; instead of answering this, or decid- edly setting out towards an answer of it, he would ac- cumulate formidable apparatus, logical swim-bladders, tran- scendental life-preservers, and other precautionary and vehiculatory gear for setting out; perhaps did at last get under way — but was swiftly solicited, turned aside by the flame of some radiant new game on this hand or on that into new courses, and ever into new ; and before long into all the universe, where it was uncertain what game you would catch, or whether any." He had, indeed, ac- cording to the dissatisfied listener, " not the least talent for explaining this or anything to them ; and you swam and fluttered on the mistiest, wide, unintelligible deluge of things for most part in a rather profitless uncomfort- able manner." And the few vivid phrases of eulogy which follow seem only to deepen by contrast the prevailing hue of the picture. The " glorious islets " which were some- times seen to " rise out of the haze," the " balmy sunny islets of the blest and the intelligible, at whose emergence the secondary humming group would all cease humming and hang breathless upon the eloquent words, till once your islet got wrapped in the mist again, and they would recommence humming " — these, it seems to be suggested, but rarely revealed themselves ; but " eloquent, artistically expressive words you always had; piercing radiances of ™-] COLERIDGE'S DISCOURSE. 191 a most subtle insight came at intervals; tones of noble pious sympathy, recognisable as pious though strangely coloured, were never vsranting long; but, in general, you could not call this aimless cloud-capt, cloud-bound, law- lessly meandering discourse, by the name of excellent talk, but only of surprising. , . , The moaning sing-song of that theosophico-metaphysical monotony left in you at last a very dreary feeling." It is tolerably clear, I think, that some considerable dis- count must be allowed upon the sum of disparagement in this famous criticism. We have learnt, indeed, to be more on the look-out for the disturbing influences of tempera- ment in the judgments of this atrabilious observer than was the case when the Life of Sterling was written, and it is difficult to doubt that the unfavourable strokes in the above-quoted description have been unduly multiplied and deepened, partly in the mere waywardness of a sar- castic humour, and partly perhaps from a less excusable ca^se. It is always dangerous to accept one remarkable talker's view of the characteristics of another ; and if this is true of men who merely compete with each other in the ordinary give-and-take of the dinner-table epigramma- tist and raconteur, the caution is doubly necessary in the case of two rival prophets — two competing oracles. There are those among us who hold that the conversation of the Chelsea sage, in his later years, resembled his own de- scription of the Highgate philosopher's, in this, at any rate, that it was mightily intolerant of interruption ; and one is apt to suspect that at no time of his life did Car- lyle " understand duologue " much better than Coleridge. It is probable enough, therefore, that the young lay-preach- er did not quite relish being silenced by the elder, and that his account of the sermons was coloured by the rec- 9* 192 COLERIDGE. [cbap, oUection that his own remained undelivered. There is an abundance of evidence that the "glorious islets" emerged far more often from the transcendental haze than Carlyle ■would have us suppose, Hazlitt, a bitter assailant of Coleridge's, and whose caustic remark that " his talk was excellent if you let him start from no premisses and come to no conclusion," is cited with approval by Carlyle, has elsewhere spoken of Coleridge as the only person from whom he ever learned anything, has said of him that though he talked on forever you wished him to talk on forever, that " his thoughts did not seem to come with labour and effort, but as if borne on the gusts of genius, and as if the wings of his imagination lifted him from his feet." And besides this testimony to the eloquence which Carlyle only but inadequately recognises, one should set for what it is worth De Quincey's evidence to that conse- quence of thought which Carlyle denies altogether. To De Quincey the complaint that Coleridge wandered in his talk appeared unjust. According to him the great dis- courser only " seemed to wander," and he seemed to wan- der the most " when in fact his resistance to the wander- ing instinct was greatest, viz., when the compass and huge circuit by which his illustrations moved travelled farthest into remote regions before they began to revolve. Long before this coming round commenced, most people had lost him, and, naturally enough, supposed that he had lost himself. They continued to admire the separate beauty of the thoughts, but did not see their relations to the dominant theme." De Quincey, however, declares posi- tively in the faith of his " long and intimate knowledge of Coleridge's mind, that logic the most severe was as in- alienable from his modes of thinking as grammar from his language." Sll.] COLERIDGE'S DISCOURSE. 193 Nor should we omit the testimony of another, a more partial, perhaps, but even better informed judge. The Table Talk, edited by Mr. Nelson Coleridge, shows how pregnant, how pithy, how full of subtle observation, and often also of playful humour, could be the talk of the great discourser in its lighter and more colloquial forms. The book indeed is, to the thinking of one, at any rate, of its frequent readers, among the most delightful in the world. But thus speaks its editor of his uncle's conversa- tion in his more serious moods : " To pass an entire day with Coleridge was a marvellous change indeed [from the talk of daily life]. It was a Sabbath past expres- sion, deep and tranquil and serene. You came to a man who had travelled in many countries and in critical times ; who had seen and felt the world in most of its ranks and in many of its vicissitudes and weaknesses ; one to whom all literature and art were absolutely subject ; and to whom, with a reasonable allowance as to technical details, all science was, in a most extraordinary degree, familiar. Throughout a long-drawn summer's day would this man talk to you in low, equable, but clear and musical tones concerning things hu- man and divine ; marshalling all history, harmonising all experiment, probing the depths of your consciousness, and revealing visions of glory and terror to the imagination ; but pouring withal such floods of light upon the mind that you might for a season, like Paul, become blind in the very act of conversion. And this he would do without so much as one allusion to himself, without a word of reflection upon others, save when any given art fell naturally in the way of his dis- course ; without one anecdote that was not proof and illustration of a previous position ; gratifying no passion, indulging no caprice, but, with a calm mastery over your soul, leading you onward and onward forever through a thousand windings, yet with no pause, to some magnificent point in which, as in a focus, all the parti-coloured rays of his discourse should converge in hght. In all these he was, in truth, your teacher and guide ; but in a little while you might forget that he was other than a fellow-student and the companion of your way — so playful was his manner, so simple his language, so affection- ate the glance of his eye ! " 194 COLERIDGE. [chap. Impressive, however, as these displays may have been, it is impossible to suppose that their direct didactic value as discourses was at all considerable. Such as it was, more- over, it was confined in all probability to an extremely select circle of followers. A few mystics of the type of Maurice, a few eager seekers after truth like Sterling, may have gathered, or fancied they gathered, distinct dogmatic instruction from the Highgate oracles ; and no doubt, to the extent of his influence over the former of these disci- ples, we may justly credit Coleridge's discourses with hav- ing exercised a real if only a transitory directive effect upon nineteenth-century thought. But the terras in which his influence is sometimes spoken of appear, as far as one can judge of the matter at this distance of time, to be greatly exaggerated. To speak of it in the same way as we are — or were — accustomed to speak of the influence of Carlyle, is to subject it to an altogether inappropriate comparison. It is not merely that Coleridge founded no recognisable school, for neither did Carlyle. It is that the former can show absolutely nothing at all resembling that sort of power which enabled the latter to lay hold upon all the youthful minds of his time — minds of the most disparate orders and associated with the utmost diversities of tem- perament, and detain them in a captivity which, brief as it may have been in some cases, has in no case failed to leave its marks behind it. Over a few spirits already prepared to receive them Coleridge's teachings no doubt exerted power, but he led no soul captive against its will. There are few middle-aged men of active intelligence at the pres- ent day who can avoid a confession of having "taken" Carlylism in their youth ; but no mental constitutions not predisposed to it could ever have caught Coleridgism at all. There is indeed no moral theory of life, there are no XII.] INFLUENCE ON CONTEMPORARY THOUGHT. 195 maxims of conduct, such as youth above all things craves for, in Coleridge's teaching. Apart from the intrinsic dif- ficulties of the task to which he invites his disciples, it labours under a primary and essential disadvantage of post- poning moral to intellectual liberation. Contrive somehow or other to attain to just ideas as to the capacities and lim- itations of human consciousness, considered especially in relation to its two important and eternally distinct func- tions, the Reason and the Understanding, and peace of mind shall in due time be added unto you. That is in effect Coleridge's answer to the inquirer who consults him ; and if the distinction between the Reason and the Under- standing were as obvious as it is obscure to the average unmetaphysical mind, and of a value as assured for the purpose to which Coleridge applies it as it is uncertain, the answer would nevertheless send many a would-be disciple sorrowful away. His natural impulse is to urge the oracle to tell him whether there be not some one moral attitude which he can wisely and worthily adopt towards the universe, whatever theory he may form of his mental relations to it, or without forming any such theory at all. And it was because Carlyle supplied, or was believed to supply an answer, such as it was, to this universal question, that his train of followers, voluntary and involuntary, permanent and temporary, has been so large. It appears to me, therefore, on as careful an examination of the point as the data admit of, that Coleridge's position in these latter days of his life has been somewhat myth- ically exalted by the generation which succeeded him. There are, I think, distinct traces of a Coleridgian legend which has only slowly died out. The actual truth I believe to be that Coleridge's position from 1818 or 1820 till his death, though one of the greatest eminence, was in no sense 196 COLERIDGE. [chap. one of the highest, or even of any considerable influence. Fame and honour, in the fullest measure, were no doubt his : in that matter, indeed, he was only receiving payment of long-delayed arrears. The poetic school with which he was, though not with entire accuracy, associated, had out- lived its period of contempt and obloquy. In spite of the two quarterlies, the Tory review hostile, its Whig rival coldly silent, the public had recognised the high imaginative merit of Christabel ; and who knows but that if the first edition of the Lyrical Ballads had appeared at this date instead of twenty years before, it would have obtained a certain number of readers even among landsmen ? ' But over and above the published works of the poet there were those extraordinary personal characteristics to which the fame of his works of course attracted a far larger share than for- merly of popular attention. A remarkable man has more attractive power over the mass of mankind than the most remarkable of books, and it was because the report of Coleridge among those who knew him was more stimulat- ing to public curiosity than even the greatest of his poems, that his celebrity in these latter years attained such propor- tions. Wordsworth said that though " he had seen many men do wonderful things, Coleridge was the only wonderful man he had ever met," and it was not the doer of wonder- ful things but the wonderful man that English society in those days went out to see. Seeing would have been enough, but for a certain number there was hearing too, with the report of it for all ; and it is not surprising that fame of the marvellous discourser should, in mere virtue of ' The Longmans told Coleridge that the greater part of the first edition of the Lyrical Ballads had been sold to seafaring men, who, having heard of the Ancient Mariner, took the Tolume for a naval song-book. X"] FINAL REVIEW. 197 his extraordinary power of improvised speech, his limitless and untiring mastery of articulate words, have risen to a height to which writers whose only voice is in their pens can never hope to attain. A reputation of that kind, however, must necessarily perish with its possessor ; and Coleridge's posthumous re- nown has grown, his place in English literature has become more assured, if it has not been even fixed higher, since his death than during his lifetime. This is, in part no doubt, one among the consequences of those very defects of character which so unfortunately limited his actual achievements. He has been credited by faith, as it were, with those famous " unwritten books " of which he assured Charles Lamb that the titles alone would fill a volume, and such "popular reputation," in the strict sense of the word, as he has left behind him, is measured rather by what he was thought capable of doing than by what he did. By serious students, however, the real worth of Coleridge will be differently estimated. For them his peculiar value to English literature is not only undiminished by the incom- pleteness of his work ; it has been, in a certain sense, en- hanced thereby. Or, perhaps, it would be more strictly accurate to say that the value could not have existed with- out the incompleteness. A Coleridge with the faculty of concentration, and the habit of method superadded — a Coleridge capable of becoming possessed by any one form of intellectual energy to the exclusion of all others — might, indeed, have left behind him a more enduring reputation as a philosopher, and possibly (although this, for reasons already stated, is, in my own opinion, extremely doubtful) bequeathed to his countrymen more poetry destined to live ; but, unquestionably, he would never have been able to ren- der that precise service to modern thought and literature 198 COLERIDGE. [chap. which, in fact, they owe to him. To have exercised his vivifying and fertilising influence over the minds of others his intellect was bound to be of the dispersive order; it was essential that he should " take all knowledge to be his province," and that that eager, subtle, and penetrative mind should range as freely as it did over subject after subject of human interest — illuminating each of them in turn with those rays of true critical insight which, amid many bewildering cross-lights and some few downright ignes fatui, flash forth upon us from all Coleridge's work. Of the personal weaknesses which prevented the just development of the powers, enough, perhaps, has been in- cidentally said in the course of this volume. But, in sum- ming up his history, I shall not, I trust, be thought to judge the man too harshly in saying that, though the natural dis- advantages of wretched health, almost from boyhood up- ward, must, in common fairness, be admitted in partial ex- cuse for his failure, they do not excuse it altogether. It is difficult not to feel that Coleridge's character, apart alto- gether from defects of physical constitution, was wanting in manliness of fibre. His willingness to accept assistance at the hands of others is too manifestly displayed even at the earlier and more robust period of his life. It would be a mistake, of course, in dealing with a literary man of Cole- ridge's era, to apply the same standards as obtain in our own days. Wordsworth, as we have seen, made no scruple to accept the benevolences of the Wedgwoods. Southey, the type of independence and self-help, was, for some years, in receipt of a pension from a private source. But Cole- ridge, as Miss Meteyard's disclosures have shown, was at all times far more willing to depend upon others, and was far less scrupulous about soliciting their bounty, than was either of his two friends. Had he shared more of the spirit ^"•] FINAL REVIEW. 199 which made Johnson refuse to owe to the benevolence of others what Providence had enabled him to do for himself, it might have been better, no doubt, for the world and for the work which he did therein. But when we consider what that work was, how varied and how wonderful, it seems idle — nay, it seems ungrate- ful and ungracious — to speculate too curiously on what fur- ther or other benefits this great intellect might have con- ferred upon mankind, had its possessor been endowed with those qualities of resolution and independence which he lacked. That Coleridge so often only shows the way, and so seldom guides our steps along it to the end, is no just ground of complaint. 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