He was next suffered to present himself at Court; and at length, in 1624, the rest of his punishment was remitted.He was now at liberty to resume his seat in the House of Lords, and he was actually summoned to the next Parliament.But age, infirmity, and perhaps shame, prevented him from attending.The Government allowed him a pension of twelve hundred pounds a year; and his whole annual income is estimated by Mr.Montagu at two thousand five hundred pounds, a sum which.was probably above the average income of a nobleman of that generation, and which was certainly sufficient for comfort and even for splendour.Unhappily, Bacon was fond of display, and unused to pay minute attention to domestic affairs.He was not easily persuaded to give up any part of the magnificence to which he had been accustomed in the time of his power and prosperity.No pressure of distress could induce him to part with the woods of Gorhambury."I will not," he said, "be stripped of my feathers." He travelled with so splendid an equipage and so large a retinue that Prince Charles, who once fell in with him on the road, exclaimed with surprise, "Well; do what we can, this man scorns to go out in snuff." This carelessness and ostentation reduced Bacon to frequent distress.
He was under the necessity of parting with York House, and of taking up his residence, during his visits to London, at his old chambers in Gray's Inn.He had other vexations, the exact nature of which is unknown.It is evident from his will that some part of his wife's conduct had greatly disturbed and irritated him.
But, whatever might be his pecuniary difficulties or his conjugal discomforts, the powers of his intellect still remained undiminished.Those noble studies for which he had found leisure in the midst of professional drudgery and of courtly intrigues gave to this last sad stage of his life a dignity beyond what power or titles could bestow.Impeached, convicted, sentenced, driven with ignominy from the presence of his Sovereign, shut out from the deliberations of his fellow nobles, loaded with debt, branded with dishonour, sinking under the weight of years, sorrows, and diseases, Bacon was Bacon still."My conceit of his person," says Ben Jonson very finely, "was never increased towards him by his place or honours; but I have and do reverence him for the greatness that was only proper to himself; in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages.In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength; for greatness he could not want."The services which Bacon rendered to letters during the last five years of his life, amidst ten thousand distractions and vexations, increase the regret with which we think on the many years which he had wasted, to use the words of Sir Thomas Bodley, "on such study as was not worthy of such a student." He commenced a Digest of the Laws of England, a History of England under the Princes of the House of Tudor, a body of Natural History, a Philosophical Romance.He made extensive and valuable additions to his Essays.He published the inestimable Treatise De Augmentis Scientiarum.The very trifles with which he amused himself in hours of pain and languor bore the mark of his mind.The best collection of jests in the world is that which he dictated from memory, without referring to any book, on a day on which illness had rendered him incapable of serious study.
The great apostle of experimental philosophy was destined to be its martyr.It had occurred to him that snow might be used with advantage for the purpose of preventing animal substances from putrefying.On a very cold day, early in the spring of the year 1626, he alighted from his coach near Highgate, in order to try the experiment.He went into a cottage, bought a fowl, and with his own hands stuffed it with snow.While thus engaged he felt a sudden chill, and was soon so much indisposed that it was impossible for him to return to Gray's Inn.The Earl of Arundel, with whom he was well acquainted, had a house at Highgate.To that house Bacon was carried.The Earl was absent; but the servants who were in charge of the place showed great respect and attention to the illustrious guest.Here, after an illness of about a week, he expired early on the morning of Easter-day, 1626.His mind appears to have retained its strength and liveliness to the end.He did not forget the fowl which had caused his death.In the last letter that he ever wrote, with fingers which, as he said, could not steadily hold a pen, he did not omit to mention that the experiment of the snow had succeeded "excellently well."Our opinion of the moral character of this great man has already been sufficiently explained.Had his life been passed in literary retirement, he would, in all probability, have deserved to be considered, not only as a great philosopher, but as a worthy and good-natured member of society.But neither his principles nor his spirit were such as could be trusted, when strong temptations were to be resisted, and serious dangers to be braved.
In his will he expressed with singular brevity, energy, dignity, and pathos, a mournful consciousness that his actions had not been such as to entitle him to the esteem of those under whose observation his life had been passed, and, at the same time, a proud confidence that his writings had secured for him a high and permanent place among the benefactors of mankind.So at least we understand those striking words which have been often quoted, but which we must quote once more."For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age."His confidence was just.From the day of his death his fame has been constantly and steadily progressive; and we have no doubt that his name will be named with reverence to the latest ages, and to the remotest ends of the civilised world.
