Thelatteryearsofthepoetwerefullofvariedinterestforhimself,butpresentlittleofparticularsignificanceforspecificationinamonographsoconciseasthismustperforcebe。Everyyearhewentabroad,toFranceortoItaly,andonceortwiceonayachtingtripintheMediterranean。*Athomeformanyyears,at19WarwickCrescent,inwhatsomeonehascalledthedrearyMesopotamiaofPaddington,andforthelastthreeorfouryearsofhislifeat29DeVereGardens,KensingtonGorehisavocationsweresomanifoldthatitisdifficulttounderstandwherehehadleisureforhisvocation。Everybodywishedhimtocometodine;andhedidhisutmosttogratifyEverybody。
Hesaweverything;readallthenotablebooks;kepthimselfacquaintedwiththeleadingcontentsofthejournalsandmagazines;
conductedalargecorrespondence;readnewFrench,German,andItalianbooksofmark;readandtranslatedEuripidesandAeschylus;
knewallthegossipoftheliteraryclubs,salons,andthestudios;
wasafrequenterofafternoon-teaparties;andthen,overandaboveit,hewasBrowning:themostprofoundlysubtlemindthathasexerciseditselfinpoetrysinceShakespeare。Hispersonalgraceandcharmofmannerneverfailed。Whetherhewasdedicating“Balaustion’sAdventure“
intermsofgraciouscourtesy,orhandingaflowerfromsomejarofroses,orlilies,orhisfavouritedaffodils,withabrightsmileormerryglance,totheladyofhisregard,orwhensendingacopyofanewbookofpoetrywithanaccompanyingletterexpressedwithrarefelicity,orwhengenerouslyprophesyingforayoungpoettheonlytruesuccessifhewillbutlistenandactupon“theinnervoice“,hewasinallthese,andinallthings,theidealgentleman。Thereissocharmingandcharacteristicatouchinthefollowingnotetoagirl-friend,thatImustfindroomforit:
*Itwasonhisfirstexperienceofthiskind,morethanaquarterofacenturyearlier,thathewrotethenoblypatrioticlinesof“HomeThoughtsfromtheSea“,andthatflawlessstrainofbird-music,“HomeThoughtsfromAbroad“:then,also,thathecomposed“HowtheybroughttheGoodNews“。Concerningthelast,hewrote,in1881
see`TheAcademy’,April2nd,“Thereisnosortofhistoricalfoundationabout[thispoem]。IwroteitunderthebulwarkofavesselofftheAfricancoast,afterIhadbeenatitlongenoughtoappreciateeventhefancyofagalloponthebackofacertaingoodhorse,`York’,theninmystableathome。Itwaswritteninpencilonthefly-leafofBartoli’s`Simboli’,Iremember。“
DeVereGardens,W。,6thJuly1889。
MybelovedAlma,IhadthehonouryesterdayofdiningwiththeShah,whereuponthefollowingdialogue:
“Vouse^tespoe“te?“
“Ons’estpermisdemeledirequelquefois。“
“Etvousavezfaitdeslivres?“
“Tropdelivres。“
“Voulez-vousm’endonnerun,afinquejepuissemeressouvenirdevous?“
“Avecplaisir。“
Ihavebeenaccordinglythismorningtotown,wherethethingisprocurable,andasIchoseavolumeofwhichIjudgedthebindingmighttaketheimperialeye,Isaidtomyself,“HeredoIpresentmypoetrytoapersonageforwhomIdonotcarethreestraws;whyshouldInotventuretodoasmuchforayoungladyIlovedearly,who,fortheauthor’ssake,willnotimpossiblycareratherfortheinsidethantheoutsideofthevolume?“SoIwasboldenoughtotakeoneandofferitforyourkindacceptance,beggingyoutorememberindaystocomethattheauthor,whetheragoodpoetorno,wasalways,myAlma,youraffectionatefriend,RobertBrowning。
Hislookwasacontinualandserenegleam。Lamartine,whoremarksthisofBossuetinhisyouth,addsaphrasewhich,asobservantacquaintancesofthepoetwillagree,mightbewrittenofBrowning
“Hislipsquiveredoftenwithoututterance,asifwiththewindofaninternalspeech。“
ExceptforthetouchingandbeautifulletterwhichhewrotefromAsoloabouttwomonthsbeforehisdeath,toMr。WilfridMeynell,aboutayoungwritertowhomthelatterwishedtodrawthepoet’skindlyattentionaletterwhichhasapeculiarpathosinthewords,“IshallsoondepartforVenice,onmywayhomeward“
exceptforthisletterthereisnonesowellworthrepetitionhereashislastwordtothePoet-Laureate。Thefriendshipbetweenthesetwogreatpoetshasinitselfthefragranceofgenius。
TheletterwaswrittenjustbeforeBrowningleftLondon。
29DeVereGardens,W。,August5th,1889。
MydearTennyson,To-morrowisyourbirthdayindeed,amemorableone。
LetmesayIassociatemyselfwiththeuniversalprideofourcountryinyourglory,andinitshopethatformanyandmanyayearwemayhaveyourveryselfamongussecurethatyourpoetrywillbeawonderanddelighttoallthoseappointedtocomeafter。
Andformyownpart,letmefurthersay,Ihavelovedyoudearly。
MayGodblessyouandyours。
Atnomomentfromfirsttolastofmyacquaintancewithyourworks,orfriendshipwithyourself,haveIhadanyotherfeeling,expressedorkeptsilent,thanthiswhichanopportunityallowsmetoutterthatIamandevershallbe,mydearTennyson,admiringlyandaffectionatelyyours,RobertBrowning。
ShortlyafterthishewasatAsolooncemore,thelittlehill-townintheVeneto,whichhehadvisitedinhisyouth,andwhereheheardagaintheechoofPippa’ssong
“God’sinHisheaven,All’srightwiththeworld!“
Mr。W。W。Storywritestomethathespentthreedayswiththepoetatthistime,andthatthelatterseemed,exceptforaslightasthma,tobeasvigorousinmindandbodyasever。Thence,laterintheautumn,hewenttoVenice,tojoinhissonanddaughter-in-lawatthehomewherehewas“tohaveacornerforhisoldage,“
thebeautifulPalazzoRezzonico,ontheGrandCanal。Hewasneverhappier,moresanguine,morejoyous,thanhere。Heworkedforthreeorfourhourseachmorning,walkeddailyforabouttwohours,crossedoccasionallytotheLidowithhissister,andintheeveningsvisitedfriendsorwenttotheopera。Butforsometimepast,hisheart
alwaysphenomenallyslowinitsaction,andoflateominouslyintermittent
hadbeennoticeablyweaker。Ashesufferednopainandlittleinconvenience,hepaidnoparticularattentiontothematter。BrowninghadaslittlefearofdeathasdoubtinGod。InacontrollingProvidencehedidindeedprofoundlybelieve。Hefelt,withJoubert,that“itisnotdifficulttobelieveinGod,ifonedoesnotworryoneselftodefineHim。“*
*“Browning’s`orthodoxy’broughthimintomanyacombatwithhisrationalisticfriends,someofwhomcouldhardlybelievethathetookhisdoctrineseriously。Suchwasthefact,however;
indeed,Ihaveheardthatheoncestoppednearanopen-airassemblywhichanatheistwasharanguing,and,inthefreedomofhis`incognito’,gavestrenuousbattletotheopinionsuttered。Toonewhohadspokenofanexpected`JudgmentDay’asasuperstition,Iheardhimsay:
`Idon’tseethat。Whyshouldtherenotbeasettlingdayintheuniverse,aswhenamastersettleswithhisworkmenattheendoftheweek?’
Therewassomethinginhistoneandmannerwhichsuggestedhisdramaticconceptionofreligiousideasandideals。“MoncureD。Conway。
“Howshouldexternalssatisfymysoul?“washiscryin“Sordello“,anditwasthefundamentalstrainofallhispoetry,asthefundamentalmotiveisexpressiblein“alovingwormwithinitssodWeredivinerthanalovelessgodAmidhisworlds“
lovebeingwithhimthegoldenkeywherewithtounlocktheworldoftheuniverse,ofthesoul,ofallnature。HeisasconvincedofthetwoabsolutefactsofGodandSoulasCardinalNewmaninwritingof“Twoandtwoonly,supremeandluminouslyself-evidentbeings,myselfandmyCreator。“Mostferventlyhebelievesthat“Haplyforustheidealdawnshallbreak……
Andsetourpulseintunewithmoodsdivine“
though,co-equally,inthenecessityof“makingmansolesponsorofhimself。“
Everandagain,ofcourse,hewasbetrayedbythebewilderinganddefiantpuzzleoflife:seeinginthefaceofthechildtheseedofsorrow,“inthegreentreeanambushedflame,inPhosphoravaunt-guardofNight。“
YetneverofhimcouldbewrittenthatthrillingsayingwhichSainte-BeuveutteredofPascal,“Thatlosttravellerwhoyearnsforhome,who,strayedwithoutaguideinadarkforest,takesmanytimesthewrongroad,goes,returnsuponhissteps,isdiscouraged,sitsdownatacrossingoftheroads,utterscriestowhichnooneresponds,resumeshismarchwithfrenzyandpain,throwshimselfuponthegroundandwantstodie,andreacheshomeatlastonlyafterallsortsofanxietiesandaftersweatingblood。“Nodarkness,notempest,nogloom,longconfusedhisvisionof`theidealdawn’。
Asthecarrier-doveisoftenbaffled,yeterelongsurelyfindsherwaythroughsmokeandfoganddintoherfarcountryhome,sohetoo,howeverdistraught,soonorlatesoaredtountroubledether。
Hehadthatprofoundinquietude,whichthegreatFrenchcriticsays`attestsamoralnatureofahighrank,andamentalnaturestampedwiththesealofthearchangel。’But,unlikePascal
whoinSainte-Beuve’swordsexposesinthehumanminditselftwoabysses,“ononesideanelevationtowardGod,towardthemorallybeautiful,areturnmovementtowardanillustriousorigin,andontheothersideanabasementinthedirectionofevil“Browningsees,believesin,holdstonothingshortofthereturnmovement,foroneandall,towardanillustriousorigin。
Thecrowninghappinessofahappylifewashisdeathinthecityhelovedsowell,inthearmsofhisdearones,inthelightofaworld-widefame。
ThesilencetowhichthemosteloquentofusmustallonedaylapsecameuponhimlikethesuddenseductivetwilightoftheTropics,andjustwhenhehadbequeathedtousoneofhisfinestutterances。
Itseemsbutadayortwoagothatthepresentwriterheardfromthelipsofthedeadpoetamockeryofdeath’svanity
abraveassertionofthegloryoflife。“Death,death!