*The date is given in the edition of 1868 as London 185-; in the Tauchnitz selection of 1872, London and Florence 184- and 185-; in the new English edition 184-and 185-.
‘Karshook’ appeared in 1856 in ‘The Keepsake’, edited by Miss Power; but, as we are told on good authority, has been printed in no edition or selection of the Poet’s works. I am therefore justified in inserting it here.
I
‘Would a man ‘scape the rod?’
Rabbi Ben Karshook saith,
‘See that he turn to God
The day before his death.’
‘Ay, could a man inquire
When it shall come!’ I say.
The Rabbi’s eye shoots fire —
‘Then let him turn to-day!’
II
Quoth a young Sadducee:
‘Reader of many rolls,
Is it so certain we
Have, as they tell us, souls?’
‘Son, there is no reply!’
The Rabbi bit his beard:
‘Certain, a soul have I —
We may have none,’ he sneer’d.
Thus Karshook, the Hiram’s Hammer,
The Right-hand Temple-column,
Taught babes in grace their grammar,
And struck the simple, solemn.
Among this first collection of ‘Men and Women’ was the poem called ‘Two in the Campagna’. It is a vivid, yet enigmatical little study of a restless spirit tantalized by glimpses of repose in love, saddened and perplexed by the manner in which this eludes it. Nothing that should impress one as more purely dramatic ever fell from Mr. Browning’s pen. We are told, nevertheless, in Mr. Sharp’s ‘Life’, that a personal character no less actual than that of the ‘Guardian Angel’ has been claimed for it. The writer, with characteristic delicacy, evades all discussion of the question; but he concedes a great deal in his manner of doing so. The poem, he says, conveys a sense of that necessary isolation of the individual soul which resists the fusing power of the deepest love; and its meaning cannot be personally — because it is universally — true. I do not think Mr. Browning meant to emphasize this aspect of the mystery of individual life, though the poem, in a certain sense, expresses it. We have no reason to believe that he ever accepted it as constant; and in no case could he have intended to refer its conditions to himself. He was often isolated by the processes of his mind; but there was in him no barrier to that larger emotional sympathy which we think of as sympathy of the soul. If this poem were true, ‘One Word More’ would be false, quite otherwise than in that approach to exaggeration which is incidental to the poetic form. The true keynote of ‘Two in the Campagna’ is the pain of perpetual change, and of the conscious, though unexplained, predestination to it. Mr. Browning could have still less in common with such a state, since one of the qualities for which he was most conspicuous was the enormous power of anchorage which his affections possessed. Only length of time and variety of experience could fully test this power or fully display it; but the signs of it had not been absent from even his earliest life. He loved fewer people in youth than in advancing age: nature and circumstance combined to widen the range, and vary the character of his human interests; but where once love or friendship had struck a root, only a moral convulsion could avail to dislodge it. I make no deduction from this statement when I admit that the last and most emphatic words of the poem in question,
Only I discern —
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn,
did probably come from the poet’s heart, as they also found a deep echo in that of his wife, who much loved them.
From London they returned to Paris for the winter of 1855-6. The younger of the Kemble sisters, Mrs. Sartoris, was also there with her family; and the pleasant meetings of the Campagna renewed themselves for Mr. Browning, though in a different form. He was also, with his sister, a constant visitor at Lady Elgin’s. Both they and Mrs. Browning were greatly attached to her, and she warmly reciprocated the feeling. As Mr. Locker’s letter has told us, Mr. Browning was in the habit of reading poetry to her, and when his sister had to announce his arrival from Italy or England, she would say: ‘Robert is coming to nurse you, and read to you.’ Lady Elgin was by this time almost completely paralyzed. She had lost the power of speech, and could only acknowledge the little attentions which were paid to her by some graceful pathetic gesture of the left hand; but she retained her sensibilities to the last; and Miss Browning received on one occasion a serious lesson in the risk of ever assuming that the appearance of unconsciousness guarantees its reality. Lady Augusta Bruce had asked her, in her mother’s presence, how Mrs. Browning was; and, imagining that Lady Elgin was unable to hear or understand, she had answered with incautious distinctness, ‘I am afraid she is very ill,’ when a little sob from the invalid warned her of her mistake. Lady Augusta quickly repaired it by rejoining, ‘but she is better than she was, is she not?’ Miss Browning of course assented.
There were other friends, old and new, whom Mr. Browning occasionally saw, including, I need hardly say, the celebrated Madame Mohl. In the main, however, he led a quiet life, putting aside many inducements to leave his home.
Mrs. Browning was then writing ‘Aurora Leigh’, and her husband must have been more than ever impressed by her power of work, as displayed by her manner of working. To him, as to most creative writers, perfect quiet was indispensable to literary production. She wrote in pencil, on scraps of paper, as she lay on the sofa in her sitting-room, open to interruption from chance visitors, or from her little omnipresent son; simply hiding the paper beside her if anyone came in, and taking it up again when she was free. And if this process was conceivable in the large, comparatively silent spaces of their Italian home, and amidst habits of life which reserved social intercourse for the close of the working day, it baffles belief when one thinks of it as carried on in the conditions of a Parisian winter, and the little ‘salon’ of the apartment in the Rue du Colisee in which those months were spent. The poem was completed in the ensuing summer, in Mr. Kenyon’s London house, and dedicated, October 17, in deeply pathetic words to that faithful friend, whom the writer was never to see again.
The news of his death, which took place in December 1856, reached Mr. and Mrs. Browning in Florence, to be followed in the spring by that of Mrs. Browning’s father. Husband and wife had both determined to forego any pecuniary benefit which might accrue to them from this event; but they were not called upon to exercise their powers of renunciation. By Mr. Kenyon’s will they were the richer, as is now, I think, generally known, the one by six thousand, the other by four thousand guineas. *Of that cousin’s long kindness Mrs. Browning could scarcely in after-days trust herself to speak. It was difficult to her, she said, even to write his name without tears.
*Mr. Kenyon had considerable wealth, derived, like Mr. Barrett’s, from West Indian estates.
I have alluded, perhaps tardily, to Mr. Browning’s son, a sociable little being who must for some time have been playing a prominent part in his parents’ lives. I saw him for the first time in this winter of 1855-6, and remember the grave expression of the little round face, the outline of which was common, at all events in childhood, to all the members of his mother’s family, and was conspicuous in her, if we may trust an early portrait which has recently come to light. He wore the curling hair to which she refers in a later letter, and pretty frocks and frills, in which she delighted to clothe him. It is on record that, on one of the journeys of this year, a trunk was temporarily lost which contained Peni’s embroidered trousers, and the MS., whole or in part, of ‘Aurora Leigh’; and that Mrs. Browning had scarcely a thought to spare for her poem, in face of the damage to her little boy’s appearance which the accident involved.
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