pen,pencil and poison-第4章
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extinguisher of stars; rosy Aurora; drives furiously up her brine…
washed steeds to behold the death…pangs of her rival。
Were this description carefully re…written; it would be quite
admirable。 The conception of making a prose poem out of paint is
excellent。 Much of the best modern literature springs from the
same aim。 In a very ugly and sensible age; the arts borrow; not
from life; but from each other。
His sympathies; too; were wonderfully varied。 In everything
connected with the stage; for instance; he was always extremely
interested; and strongly upheld the necessity for archaeological
accuracy in costume and scene…painting。 'In art;' he says in one
of his essays; 'whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing
well'; and he points out that once we allow the intrusion of
anachronisms; it becomes difficult to say where the line is to be
drawn。 In literature; again; like Lord Beaconsfield on a famous
occasion; he was 'on the side of the angels。' He was one of the
first to admire Keats and Shelley … 'the tremulously…sensitive and
poetical Shelley;' as he calls him。 His admiration for Wordsworth
was sincere and profound。 He thoroughly appreciated William Blake。
One of the best copies of the 'Songs of Innocence and Experience'
that is now in existence was wrought specially for him。 He loved
Alain Chartier; and Ronsard; and the Elizabethan dramatists; and
Chaucer and Chapman; and Petrarch。 And to him all the arts were
one。 'Our critics;' he remarks with much wisdom; 'seem hardly
aware of the identity of the primal seeds of poetry and painting;
nor that any true advancement in the serious study of one art co…
generates a proportionate perfection in the other'; and he says
elsewhere that if a man who does not admire Michael Angelo talks of
his love for Milton; he is deceiving either himself or his
listeners。 To his fellow…contributors in the LONDON MAGAZINE he
was always most generous; and praises Barry Cornwall; Allan
Cunningham; Hazlitt; Elton; and Leigh Hunt without anything of the
malice of a friend。 Some of his sketches of Charles Lamb are
admirable in their way; and; with the art of the true comedian;
borrow their style from their subject:…
What can I say of thee more than all know? that thou hadst the
gaiety of a boy with the knowledge of a man: as gentle a heart as
ever sent tears to the eyes。
How wittily would he mistake your meaning; and put in a conceit
most seasonably out of season。 His talk without affectation was
compressed; like his beloved Elizabethans; even unto obscurity。
Like grains of fine gold; his sentences would beat out into whole
sheets。 He had small mercy on spurious fame; and a caustic
observation on the FASHION FOR MEN OF GENIUS was a standing dish。
Sir Thomas Browne was a 'bosom cronie' of his; so was Burton; and
old Fuller。 In his amorous vein he dallied with that peerless
Duchess of many…folio odour; and with the heyday comedies of
Beaumont and Fletcher he induced light dreams。 He would deliver
critical touches on these; like one inspired; but it was good to
let him choose his own game; if another began even on the
acknowledged pets he was liable to interrupt; or rather append; in
a mode difficult to define whether as misapprehensive or
mischievous。 One night at C…'s; the above dramatic partners were
the temporary subject of chat。 Mr。 X。 commended the passion and
haughty style of a tragedy (I don't know which of them); but was
instantly taken up by Elia; who told him 'THAT was nothing; the
lyrics were the high things … the lyrics!'
One side of his literary career deserves especial notice。 Modern
journalism may be said to owe almost as much to him as to any man
of the early part of this century。 He was the pioneer of Asiatic
prose; and delighted in pictorial epithets and pompous
exaggerations。 To have a style so gorgeous that it conceals the
subject is one of the highest achievements of an important and much
admired school of Fleet Street leader…writers; and this school
JANUS WEATHERCOCK may be said to have invented。 He also saw that
it was quite easy by continued reiteration to make the public
interested in his own personality; and in his purely journalistic
articles this extraordinary young man tells the world what he had
for dinner; where he gets his clothes; what wines he likes; and in
what state of health he is; just as if he were writing weekly notes
for some popular newspaper of our own time。 This being the least
valuable side of his work; is the one that has had the most obvious
influence。 A publicist; nowadays; is a man who bores the community
with the details of the illegalities of his private life。
Like most artificial people; he had a great love of nature。 'I
hold three things in high estimation;' he says somewhere: 'to sit
lazily on an eminence that commands a rich prospect; to be shadowed
by thick trees while the sun shines around me; and to enjoy
solitude with the consciousness of neighbourhood。 The country
gives them all to me。' He writes about his wandering over fragrant
furze and heath repeating Collins's 'Ode to Evening;' just to catch
the fine quality of the moment; about smothering his face 'in a
watery bed of cowslips; wet with May dews'; and about the pleasure
of seeing the sweet…breathed kine 'pass slowly homeward through the
twilight;' and hearing 'the distant clank of the sheep…bell。' One
phrase of his; 'the polyanthus glowed in its cold bed of earth;
like a solitary picture of Giorgione on a dark oaken panel;' is
curiously characteristic of his temperament; and this passage is
rather pretty in its way:…
The short tender grass was covered with marguerites … 'such that
men called DAISIES in our town' … thick as stars on a summer's
night。 The harsh caw of the busy rooks came pleasantly mellowed
from a high dusky grove of elms at some distance off; and at
intervals was heard the voice of a boy scaring away the birds from
the newly…sown seeds。 The blue depths were the colour of the
darkest ultramarine; not a cloud streaked the calm aether; only
round the horizon's edge streamed a light; warm film of misty
vapour; against which the near village with its ancient stone
church showed sharply out with blinding whiteness。 I thought of
Wordsworth's 'Lines written in March。'
However; we must not forget that the cultivated young man who
penned these lines; and who was so susceptible to Wordsworthian
influences; was also; as I said at the beginning of this memoir;
one of the most subtle and secret poisoners of this or any age。
How he first became fascinated by this strange sin he does not tell
us; and the diary in which he carefully noted the results of his
terrible experiments and the methods that he adopted; has
unfortunately been lost to us。 Even in later days; too; he was
always reticent on the matter; and preferred to speak about 'The
Excursion;' and the 'Poems founded on the Affections。' There is no
doubt; however; that the poison that he used was strychnine。 In
one of the beautiful rings of which he was so proud; and which
served to show off the fine modelling of his delicate ivory hands;
he used to carry crystals of the Indian NUX VOMICA; a poison; one
of his biographers tells us; 'nearly tasteless; difficult of
discovery; and capable of almost infinite dilution。' His murders;
says De Quincey; were more than were ever made known judicially。
This is no doubt so; and some of them are worthy of mention。 His
first victim was his uncle; Mr。 Thomas Griffiths。 He poisoned him
in 1829 to gain possession of Linden House; a place to which he had
always been very much attached。 In the August of the next year he
poisoned Mrs。 Abercrombie; his wife's mother; and in the following
December he poisoned the lovely Helen Abercrombie; his sister…in…
law。 Why he murdered Mrs。 Abercrombie is not ascertained。 It may
have been for a caprice; or to quick