Almost all his heroes make love either like Seraphim or like cattle.He seems to have no notion of anything between the Platonic passion of the Glendoveer who gazes with rapture on his mistress's leprosy, and the brutal appetite of Arvalan and Roderick.In Roderick, indeed, the two characters are united.He is first all clay, and then all spirit.He goes forth a Tarquin, and comes back too ethereal to be married.The only love scene, as far as we can recollect, in Madoc, consists of the delicate attentions which a savage, who has drunk too much of the Prince's excellent metheglin, offers to Goervyl.It would be the labour of a week to find, in all the vast mass of Mr.Southey's poetry, a single passage indicating any sympathy with those feelings which have consecrated the shades of Vaucluse and the rocks of Meillerie.
Indeed, if we except some very pleasing images of paternal tenderness and filial duty, there is scarcely anything soft or humane in Mr.Southey's poetry.What theologians call the spiritual sins are his cardinal virtues, hatred, pride, and the insatiable thirst of vengeance.These passions he disguises under the name of duties; he purifies them from the alloy of vulgar interests; he ennobles them by uniting them with energy, fortitude, and a severe sanctity of manners; and he then holds them up to the admiration of mankind.This is the spirit of Thalaba, of Ladurlad, of Adosinda, of Roderick after his conversion.It is the spirit which, in all his writings, Mr.
Southey appears to affect."I do well to be angry," seems to be the predominant feeling of his mind.Almost the only mark of charity which he vouchsafes to his opponents is to pray for their reformation; and this he does in terms not unlike those in which we can imagine a Portuguese priest interceding with Heaven for a Jew, delivered over to the secular arm after a relapse.
We have always heard, and fully believe, that Mr.Southey is a very amiable and humane man; nor do we intend to apply to him personally any of the remarks which we have made on the spirit of his writings.Such are the caprices of human nature.Even Uncle Toby troubled himself very little about the French grenadiers who fell on the glacis of Namur.And Mr.Southey, when he takes up his pen, changes his nature as much as Captain Shandy when he girt on his sword.The only opponents to whom the Laureate gives quarter are those in whom he finds something of his own character reflected.He seems to have an instinctive antipathy for calm, moderate men, for men who shun extremes, and who render reasons.
He has treated Mr.Owen of Lanark, for example, with infinitely more respect than he has shown to Mr.Hallam or to Dr.Lingard;and this for no reason that we can discover, except that Mr.Owen is more unreasonably and hopelessly in the wrong than any speculator of our time.
Mr.Southey's political system is just what we might expect from a man who regards politics, not as matter of science, but as matter of taste and feeling.All his schemes of government have been inconsistent with themselves.In his youth he was a republican; yet, as he tells us in his preface to these Colloquies, he was even then opposed to the Catholic Claims.He is now a violent Ultra-Tory.Yet, while he maintains, with vehemence approaching to ferocity, all the sterner and harsher parts of the Ultra-Tory theory of government, the baser and dirtier part of that theory disgusts him.Exclusion, persecution, severe punishments for libellers and demagogues, proscriptions, massacres, civil war, if necessary, rather than any concession to a discontented people; these are the measures which he seems inclined to recommend.A severe and gloomy tyranny, crushing opposition, silencing remonstrance, drilling the minds of the people into unreasoning obedience, has in it something of grandeur which delights his imagination.But there is nothing fine in the shabby tricks and jobs of office; and Mr.Southey, accordingly, has no toleration for them.When a Jacobin, he did not perceive that his system led logically, and would have led practically, to the removal of religious distinctions.He now commits a similar error.He renounces the abject and paltry part of the creed of his party, without perceiving that it is also an essential part of that creed.He would have tyranny and purity together; though the most superficial observation might have shown him that there can be no tyranny without corruption.
It is high time, however, that we should proceed to the consideration of the work which is our more immediate subject, and which, indeed, illustrates in almost every page our general remarks on Mr.Southey's writings.In the preface, we are informed that the author, notwithstanding some statements to the contrary, was always opposed to the Catholic Claims.We fully believe this; both because we are sure that Mr.Southey is incapable of publishing a deliberate falsehood, and because his assertion is in itself probable.We should have expected that, even in his wildest paroxysms of democratic enthusiasm, Mr.
Southey would have felt no wish to see a ****** remedy applied to a great practical evil.We should have expected that the only measure which all the great statesmen of two generations have agreed with each other in supporting would be the only measure which Mr.Southey would have agreed with himself in opposing.He has passed from one extreme of political opinion to another, as Satan in Milton went round the globe, contriving constantly to "ride with darkness." Wherever the thickest shadow of the night may at any moment chance to fall, there is Mr.Southey.It is not everybody who could have so dexterously avoided blundering on the daylight in the course of a journey to the antipodes.
