THE EXPONENT of the idea of Sweetness and Light as qualities of the cultured intellect, Matthew Arnold occupied a distinctive place in the literature of his generation, and it is probable that much of what he has written will survive even after many such marked changes of taste as have already taken place. He represented the realities of that high intellectual refinement to which some of his imitators had no other title than that given them by their desire to be credited with it. In the generation to which he belonged English aristocratic liberalism showed itself ineffective to deal with the rapidly accumulating problems of civilization. The conservatism which means holding its own and other peoples also under
The good old rule, the simple plan, | |
That he can take who has the power | |
And he can keep who can, |
Strew on her roses, roses, | |
But never a spray of yew; | |
In quiet she reposes | |
Ah, would that I did too! |
Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought, God wot, and the tale is yet to run! | |
By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer: What have ye done? |
Perhaps the study of Homer, Æschylus, and Dante may yet produce in England a Winkelried in literature who will give a Winkelrieds answer to that question, but the Shelleys and Byrons who died expatriated and in disgrace in the first half of the century left no successors in the second half. We had instead the melancholy Tennyson at the Court of Arthur, and the saddened Arnold at Athens in the time of Pericles,both representatives of the ineffectual protest of poetic souls against an environment they could not control.
The son of the celebrated Doctor Arnold of Rugby, Matthew Arnold was born at Laleham, December 24th, 1822. Graduating at Oxford in 1844, he held the professorship of Poetry there from 1857 to 1867, after having served from 1851 to 1867 as Government Inspector of Schools. In 188384 he lectured in the United States, and, on his return to England, showed that the intellectual exclusiveness to which he tended did not make him unfriendly to Republican institutions, or hopeless of a government by the masseswho, according to his view, if incapable of saving themselves, were to be saved nevertheless by a remnant of men of high intellect. As a poet, Arnold is at his best in his lyrics, some of which are unsurpassed in English. The style of his essays is a model of highly polished smoothness. He died in Liverpool, April 15th, 1888.