Life of Robert Browning [7]
Robert Browning" (1891),
(now available online) refutes these statements. -- A. L., 1996.
--
By old friends of the family I have been told that Mr. Browning
had a strong liking for children, with whom his really remarkable
faculty of impromptu fiction made him a particular favourite.
Sometimes he would supplement his tales by illustrations with pencil or brush.
Miss Alice Corkran has shown me an illustrated coloured map,
depictive of the main incidents and scenery of the `Pilgrim's Progress',
which he genially made for "the children".*
--
* Mrs. Fraser Corkran, who saw much of the poet's father
during his residence in Paris, has spoken to me of his extraordinary
analytical faculty in the elucidation of complex criminal cases.
It was once said of him that his detective faculty amounted to genius.
This is a significant trait in the father of the author
of "The Ring and the Book".
--
He had three children himself -- Robert, born May 7th, 1812,
a daughter named Sarianna, after her mother, and Clara.
His wife was a woman of singular beauty of nature,
with a depth of religious feeling saved from narrowness of scope
only by a rare serenity and a fathomless charity. Her son's
loving admiration of her was almost a passion: even late in life
he rarely spoke of her without tears coming to his eyes.
She was, moreover, of an intellectual bent of mind, and with an artistic bias
having its readiest fulfilment in music, and, to some extent, in poetry.
In the latter she inclined to the Romanticists: her husband
always maintained the supremacy of Pope. He looked with much dubiety
upon his son's early writings, "Pauline" and "Paracelsus";
"Sordello", though he found it beyond either his artistic
or his mental apprehension, he forgave, because it was written
in rhymed couplets; the maturer works he regarded with sympathy and pride,
with a vague admiration which passed into a clearer understanding
only when his long life was drawing near its close.
Of his children's company he never tired, even when they were
scarce out of babyhood. He was fond of taking the little Robert in his arms,
and walking to and fro with him in the dusk in "the library",
soothing the child to sleep by singing to him snatches of Anacreon
in the original, to a favourite old tune of his, "A Cottage in a Wood".
Readers of "Asolando" will remember the allusions in that volume to
"my father who was a scholar and knew Greek." A week or two before his death
Browning told an American friend, Mrs. Corson, in reply to a statement of hers
that no one could accuse him of letting his talents lie idle:
"It would have been quite unpardonable in my case not to have done my best.
My dear father put me in a condition most favourable
for the best work I was capable of. When I think of the many authors
who have had to fight their way through all sorts of difficulties,
I have no reason to be proud of my achievements. My good father
sacrificed a fortune to his convictions. He could not bear with slavery,
and left India and accepted a humble bank-office in London.
He secured for me all the ease and comfort that a literary man needs
to do good work. It would have been shameful if I had not done my best
to realise his expectations of me."*
--
* `India' is a slip on the part either of Browning or of Mrs. Corson.
The poet's father was never in India. He was quite a youth
when he went to his mother's sugar-plantation at St. Kitts,
in the West Indies.
--
The home of Mr. Browning was, as already stated, in Camberwell,
a suburb then of less easy access than now, and where there were green trees,
and groves, and enticing rural perspectives into "real" country,
yet withal not without some suggestion of the metropolitan air.
"The old trees
Which grew by our youth's home -- the waving mass
Of climbing plants, heavy with bloom and dew --
The morning swallows with their songs like words --
All these seem clear. . . .
.
(now available online) refutes these statements. -- A. L., 1996.
--
By old friends of the family I have been told that Mr. Browning
had a strong liking for children, with whom his really remarkable
faculty of impromptu fiction made him a particular favourite.
Sometimes he would supplement his tales by illustrations with pencil or brush.
Miss Alice Corkran has shown me an illustrated coloured map,
depictive of the main incidents and scenery of the `Pilgrim's Progress',
which he genially made for "the children".*
--
* Mrs. Fraser Corkran, who saw much of the poet's father
during his residence in Paris, has spoken to me of his extraordinary
analytical faculty in the elucidation of complex criminal cases.
It was once said of him that his detective faculty amounted to genius.
This is a significant trait in the father of the author
of "The Ring and the Book".
--
He had three children himself -- Robert, born May 7th, 1812,
a daughter named Sarianna, after her mother, and Clara.
His wife was a woman of singular beauty of nature,
with a depth of religious feeling saved from narrowness of scope
only by a rare serenity and a fathomless charity. Her son's
loving admiration of her was almost a passion: even late in life
he rarely spoke of her without tears coming to his eyes.
She was, moreover, of an intellectual bent of mind, and with an artistic bias
having its readiest fulfilment in music, and, to some extent, in poetry.
In the latter she inclined to the Romanticists: her husband
always maintained the supremacy of Pope. He looked with much dubiety
upon his son's early writings, "Pauline" and "Paracelsus";
"Sordello", though he found it beyond either his artistic
or his mental apprehension, he forgave, because it was written
in rhymed couplets; the maturer works he regarded with sympathy and pride,
with a vague admiration which passed into a clearer understanding
only when his long life was drawing near its close.
Of his children's company he never tired, even when they were
scarce out of babyhood. He was fond of taking the little Robert in his arms,
and walking to and fro with him in the dusk in "the library",
soothing the child to sleep by singing to him snatches of Anacreon
in the original, to a favourite old tune of his, "A Cottage in a Wood".
Readers of "Asolando" will remember the allusions in that volume to
"my father who was a scholar and knew Greek." A week or two before his death
Browning told an American friend, Mrs. Corson, in reply to a statement of hers
that no one could accuse him of letting his talents lie idle:
"It would have been quite unpardonable in my case not to have done my best.
My dear father put me in a condition most favourable
for the best work I was capable of. When I think of the many authors
who have had to fight their way through all sorts of difficulties,
I have no reason to be proud of my achievements. My good father
sacrificed a fortune to his convictions. He could not bear with slavery,
and left India and accepted a humble bank-office in London.
He secured for me all the ease and comfort that a literary man needs
to do good work. It would have been shameful if I had not done my best
to realise his expectations of me."*
--
* `India' is a slip on the part either of Browning or of Mrs. Corson.
The poet's father was never in India. He was quite a youth
when he went to his mother's sugar-plantation at St. Kitts,
in the West Indies.
--
The home of Mr. Browning was, as already stated, in Camberwell,
a suburb then of less easy access than now, and where there were green trees,
and groves, and enticing rural perspectives into "real" country,
yet withal not without some suggestion of the metropolitan air.
"The old trees
Which grew by our youth's home -- the waving mass
Of climbing plants, heavy with bloom and dew --
The morning swallows with their songs like words --
All these seem clear. . . .
.