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Extreme Admiration Of Him May Have Thrown Me Into A Deeper
Disapprobation Than I Should Otherwise Have Expressed. He Has Many
Excuses, Doubtless: The Total Want Of Early Restraint, The
Miserable Influence Of The Injudicious Mother Who Alternately
Idolized And Victimized Him, The Bitter Castigation Of His First
Plunge Into Literature, And Then The Flattering, Fawning, Fulsome
Adoration Of His Habitual Associates, Of Course Were All Against
Volume 1 Chapter 18 Pg 122Him; But, After All, One Cannot Respect The Man Who Strikes Colors
To The Enemy As One Does The One Who Comes Conqueror Out Of The
Conflict. I Now Believe That There Is A Great Deal Of Unreality In
Those Sentiments To Which The Charm Of His Verses Lent An
Appearance Of Truth And Depth; In Fact, His Poetical Feelings Will
Sometimes Stand The Test Of Sober Reflection Quite As Little As His
Grammar Will That Of A Severe Application Of The Rules Of Syntax.
He Has Written Immensely For Mere Effect, But All Young People Read
Him, And Young People Are Not Apt To Analyze Closely What They Feel
Strongly, And, Judging By My Own Experience, I Should Think Byron
Had Done More Mischief Than One Would Like To Be Answerable For.
When I Said This The Other Day To My Mother, She Replied By
Referring To His "Don Juan," Supposing That I Alluded To His
Profligacy; But It Is Not "Don Juan" Only Or Chiefly That I Think
So Mischievous, But "Manfred," "Cain," "Lucifer," "Childe Harold,"
And Through Them All Byron's Own Spirit--The Despondent, Defiant,
Questioning, Murmuring, Bitter, Proud Spirit, That Acts Powerfully
And Dangerously On Young Brains And Throws Poison Into Their
Natural Fermentation.
Since You Say That My Perpetual Quotation Of That Stupid Song, "Old
Wilson Is Dead," Worries You, I Will Renounce My Delight In Teasing
You With It. The Love Of Teasing Is, Of Course, Only A Base Form Of
The Love Of Power. Mr. Harness And I Had A Long Discussion The
Other Night About The Cenci; He Maintains Your Opinion, That The
Wicked Old Nobleman Was Absolutely Mad; But I Argued The Point
Stoutly For His Sanity, And Very Nearly Fell Into The Fire With
Dismay When I Was Obliged To Confess That If He Was Not Mad, Then
His Actuating Motive Was Simply _The Love Of Power_. Do You Know
That That Play Was Sent Over By Shelley To England With A View To
Miss O'Neill Acting Beatrice Cenci? If It Were Ever Possible That
The Piece Could Be Acted, I Should Think An Audience Might Be Half
Killed With The Horror Of That Entrance Of Beatrice When She
Describes The Marble Pavement Sliding From Beneath Her Feet.
Did My Mother Tell You In Her Note That Milman Was At The Play The
Other Night, And Said I Had Made Bianca Exactly What He Intended? I
Wish He Would Write Another Tragedy. I Think Perhaps He Will, From
Something Murray Said The Other Day. That Eminent Publisher Still
Has My MSS. In His Possession, But You Know I Can Take Things
Easily, And I Don't Feel Anxious About His Decision. I Act In
"Fazio" Monday And Wednesday, And Friday And Saturday Mrs. Beverley
And Belvidera At Brighton.
I Was Inexpressibly Relieved By Receiving A Letter From My Brother, And
The Intelligence That If I Answered Him He Would Be Able To Receive My
Reply, Which I Made Immediate Speed To Send Him.
GREAT RUSSELL STREET.
DEAR MRS. JAMESON,
My Brother John Is Alive, Safe And Well, In Gibraltar. You Deserve
To Know This, But It Is All I Can Say To You. My Mother Has
Suffered So Much That She Hardly Feels Her Joy; It Has Broken Her
Volume 1 Chapter 18 Pg 123Down, And I, Who Have Borne Up Well Till Now, Feel Prostrated By
This Reprieve. God Be Thanked For All His Mercies! I Can Say No
More.
F. A. K.
Volume 1 Chapter 19 Pg 124
GREAT RUSSELL STREET, February 7, 1831.
MY DEAR H----,
I Found Your Lecture Waiting For Me On My Return From Brighton; I
Call It Thus Because If Your Two Last Were Less Than Letters Your
Yesterday's One Is More; But I Shall Not Attempt At Present To
Follow You To The Misty Heights Whither Our Nature Tends, Or Dive
With You Into The Muddy Depths Whence It Springs. I Have Heard From
My Brother John, And Now Expect Almost Hourly To See Him. The
Spanish Revolution, As He Now Sees And As Many Foresaw, Is A Mere
Vision. The People Are Unready, Unripe, Unfit, And Therefore
Unwilling; Had It Not Been So They Would Have Done Their Work
Themselves; It Is As Impossible To Urge On The Completion Of Such A
Change Before The Time As To Oppose It When The Time Is Come. John
Now Writes That, All Hope Of Rousing The Spaniards Being Over, And
Their Party Consequently Dispersing, He Is Thinking Of Bending His
Steps Homeward, And Talks Of Once More Turning His Attention To The
Study Of The Law. I Know Not What To Say Or Think. My Cousin,
Horace Twiss, Was Put Into Parliament By Lord Clarendon, But The
Days Of Such Parliamentary Patronage Are Numbered, And I Do Not
Much Deplore It, Though I Sometimes Fancy That The House Of
Commons, Could It By Any Means Have Been Opened To Him, Might
Perhaps Have Been The Best Sphere For John. His Natural Abilities
Are Brilliant, And His Eloquence, Energy, And Activity Of Mind
Might Perhaps Have Been Made More And More Quickly Available For
Good Purposes In That Than In Any Other Career.
I Am Not Familiar With All That Burns Has Written; I Have Read His
Letters, And Know Most Of His Songs By Heart. His Passions Were So
Violent That He Seems To Me In That Respect To Have Been Rather A
Subject For Poetry Than A Poet; For Though A Poet Should Perhaps
Have A Strongly Passionate Nature, He Should Also Have Power Enough
Over It To Be Able To Observe, Describe, And, If I May So Say,
Experimentalize With It, As He Would With The Passions Of Others. I
Think It Would Better Qualify A Man To Be A Poet To Be Able To
Perceive Rather Than Liable To Feel Violent Passion Or Emotion. May
Not Such Things Be Known Of Without Absolute Experience? What Is
The Use Of The Poetical Imagination, That Lower Inspiration, Which,
Like The Higher One Of Faith, Is The "Evidence Of Things Not Seen"?
Troubled And Billowy Waters Reflect Nothing Distinctly On Their
Surface; It Is The Still, Deep, Placid Element That Gives Back The
Images By Which It Is Surrounded Or That Pass Over Its Surface. I
Volume 1 Chapter 19 Pg 125Do Not Of Course Believe That A Good Man Is Necessarily A Poet, But
I Think A Devout Man Is Almost Always A Man With A Poetical
Imagination; He Is Familiar With Ideas Which Are Essentially
Sublime, And In The Act Of Adoration He Springs To The Source Of
All Beauty Through The Channel By Which Our Spirits Escape Most
Effectually From Their Chain, The Flesh, And Their Prison-House,
The World, And Rise Into Communion With That Supreme Excellence
From Which They Originally Emanated And Into Whose Bosom They Will
Return. I Cannot Now Go Into All I Think About This, For I Have So
Many Other Things To Talk About. Since I Began This Letter I Have
Heard A Report That John Is A Prisoner, That He Has Been Arrested
And Sent To Madrid. Luckily I Do Not Believe A Word Of This; If He
Has Rendered Himself Obnoxious To The British Authorities In
Gibraltar They May Have Locked Him Up For A Week Or Two There, And
I See No Great Harm In That; But That He Should Have Been Delivered
To The Spaniards And Sent To Madrid I Do Not Believe, Because I
Know That The Whole Revolutionary Party Is Going To Pieces, And
That They Have Neither The Power Nor The Means To Render Themselves
Liable To Such A Disagreeable Distinction. We Expect Him Home Every
Day. Only Conceive, Dear H----, The Ill-Fortune That Attends Us: My
Father, Or Rather The Theater, Is Involved In Six Lawsuits I He And
My Mother Are Neither Of Them Quite Well; Anxiety Naturally Has
Much Share In Their Indisposition.
I Learned Beatrice This Morning And The Whole Of It, In An Hour,
Which I Tell You Because I Consider It A Feat. I Am Delighted At
The Thoughts Of Acting It; It Will Be The Second Part Which I Shall
Have Acted With Real Pleasure; Portia Is The Other, But Beatrice Is
Not Nearly So Nice. I Am To Act It Next Thursday, When Pray Think
Of Me.
I Do Not Know Whether You Have Seen Anything In The Papers About A
Third Theater; We Have Had Much Anxiety, Vexation, And Expense
About It, But I Have No Doubt That
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