THE TRIUMPHS OF PERSEVERANCE
CHAPTER I.
LINGUISTS.
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SIR WILLIAM JONES.—DR. SAMUEL LEE.
"IF that boy were left naked and friendless on
Salisbury Plain, he would find the road to fame and riches!" the tutor of
SIR WILLIAM JONES
was accustomed to say of his illustrious pupil. His observation of
the great quality of perseverance, evinced in every act of study
prescribed to his scholar, doubtless impelled the teacher to utter that
remarkable affirmation. A discernment of high genius in young Jones,
with but little of the great quality we have named, would have led Dr.
Thackeray to modify his remark. It would have been couched in some
such form as this: "If that boy had as much perseverance as genius, he
would find the road to fame and riches, even if he were left naked and
friendless on Salisbury Plain." But, had the instructor regarded his
pupil as one endowed with the most brilliant powers of mind, yet entirely
destitute of perseverance, he would have pronounced a judgment very widely
different from the first. "Alas, for this boy!" he might have said,
"how will these shining qualities, fitfully bursting forth in his wayward
course through life, displaying their lustre in a thousand beginnings
which will lead to nothing, leave him to be regarded as an object of
derision where he might have won general admiration and esteem, and cast
him for subsistence on the bounty or pity of others, when he might have
been a noble example of self-dependence!"
Let the reflection we would awaken by these introductory
sentences be of a healthy character. It is not meant that celebrity
or wealth are the most desirable rewards of a well-spent life; but that
the most resplendent natural powers, unless combined with application and
industry, fail to bring happiness to the heart and mind of the possessor,
or to render him useful to his brother men. It is sought to impress
deeply and enduringly on the youthful understanding, the irrefragable
truth that, while genius is a gift which none can create for himself, and
may be uselessly possessed, perseverance has enabled many, who were born
with only ordinary faculties of imagination, judgment, and memory, to
attain a first-rate position in literature or science, or in the direction
of human affairs, and to leave a perpetual name in the list of the world's
benefactors.
Has the youthful reader formed a purpose for life? We
ask not whether he has conceived a vulgar passion for fame or riches, but
earnestly exhort him to self-inquiry, whether he be wasting existence in
what is termed amusement, or be daily devoting the moments at his command
to a diligent preparation for usefulness? Whether he has hitherto
viewed life as a journey to be trod without aims and ends, or a grand
field of enterprise in which it is both his duty and interest to become an
industrious and honourable worker? Has he found, by personal
experience, even in the outset of life, that time spent in purposeless
inactivity or frivolity produces no results on which the mind can dwell
with satisfaction? And has he learned, from the testimony of others,
that years so misspent bring only a feeling of self-accusation, which
increases in bitterness as the loiterer becomes older, and the possibility
of "redeeming the time" becomes more doubtful? Did he ever reflect
that indolence never yet led to real distinction; that sloth never yet
opened the path to independence; that trifling never yet enabled a man, to
make useful or solid acquirements?
If such reflections have already found a place in the
reader's mind, and created in him some degree of yearning to make his life
not only a monument of independence, but of usefulness, we invite him to a
rapid review of the lives of men among whom he will not only find the
highest exemplars of perseverance, but some whose peculiar difficulties
may resemble his own, and whose triumphs may encourage him to pursue a
course of similar excellence. Purposing to awaken the spirit of
exertion by the presentation of striking examples rather than the
rehearsal of formal precepts, we proceed to open our condensed chronicle
with a notice of the universal scholar just named, and whose world-famed
career has entitled him to a first place in the records of the "Triumphs
of Perseverance."
SIR WILLIAM JONES.
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Sir William Jones (1746-94) |
Happily, had early admonitions of perseverance from his mother, in whose
widowed care he was left at three years old; and who, "to his incessant
importunities for information, which she watchfully stimulated," says his
biographer, Lord Teignmouth, "perpetually answered, 'Read, and you will
know.'" His earnest mind cleaved to the injunction. He could
read any English book rapidly at four years of age; and, though his right
eye was injured by an accident at five, and the sight of it ever remained
imperfect, his determination to learn triumphed over that impediment.
Again, the commencement of life seemed discouraging: he had been placed at
Harrow School, at the age of seven, but had his thigh-bone broken at nine,
and was compelled to be from school for twelve months. Such was his
progress, in spite of these untoward circumstances, and although
characterised, let it be especially observed, as a boy "remarkable for
diligence and application, rather than superiority of talent," that he was
removed into the upper school at Harrow in his twelfth year. At this
period he is found writing out the entire play of the "Tempest" from
memory, his companions intending to perform it, and not having a copy in
their possession. Virgil's Pastorals and Ovid's Epistles are, at the
same age, turned into melodious English verse by him; he has learned the
Greek characters for his amusement, and now applies himself to the
language in earnest; his mother has taught him drawing during the
vacations; and he next composes a drama, on the classic story of "Meleager,"
which is acted in the school. During the next two years he "wrote
out the exercises of many of the boys in the upper classes, and they were
glad to become his pupils;" meanwhile, in the holidays, he learned French
and arithmetic.
But this early and unremitting tension of the mind, did it
not leave the heart uncultured? Were not pride and overweening
growing within, and did not sourness of temper display itself, and repel
some whom the young scholar's acquirements might otherwise have attached
to him? Ah! youthful reader, thou wilt never find any so proud as
the ignorant; and, if then wouldst not have thy heart become a garden of
rank and pestilential weeds, leave not the key thereof in the soft hand of
Indolence, but intrust it to the sinewed grasp of Industry. What
testimony give his early companions to the temper and bearing of young
Jones? The celebrated Dr. Parr—in his own person also a high
exemplar of the virtue we are inculcating—was his playmate in boyhood,
remained his ardent friend in manhood, and never spoke of their early
attachment without deep feeling. Dr. Bennet, afterwards Bishop of
Cloyne, thus speaks of Sir William Jones: "I knew him from the early age
of eight or nine, and he was always an uncommon boy. I loved him and
revered him: and, though one or two years older than he was, was always
instructed by him." . . . " In a word, I can only say of this
amiable and wonderful man, that he had more virtues and less faults than I
ever yet saw in any human being; and that the goodness of his head,
admirable as it was, was exceeded by that of his heart."
With the boys, generally, he was a favourite. Dr.
Sumner, who succeeded Dr. Thackeray, used to say Jones knew more Greek
than himself. He soon learned the Arabic characters, and was already
able to read Hebrew. A mere stripling, yet he would devote whole
nights to study, taking coffee or tea as an antidote to drowsiness.
Strangers were accustomed to inquire for him at the school under the title
of "the great scholar." But Dr. Sumner, during the last months spent
at Harrow, was obliged to interdict the juvenile "great scholar's"
application, in consequence of a returning weakness in his injured eye:
yet he continued to compose, and dictated to younger students; alternately
practising the games of Philidor and acquiring a knowledge of chess.
He had added a knowledge of botany and fossils to the acquirements already
mentioned, and had learned Italian during his last vacation.
Let us mark, again, whether all this ardent intellectual
activity cramps the right growth of the affections, and warps the heart's
sense of filial duty. "His mother," says his excellent biographer,
"allowed him unlimited credit on her purse; but of this indulgence, as he
knew her finances were restricted, he availed himself no further than to
purchase such books as were essential to his improvement." And when
he is removed, at the age of seventeen, to University College, Oxford, he
is not anxious to enter the world without restraint; his mother goes to
reside at Oxford, "at her son's request." And how he toiled, and
wished for college honours; not for vain distinction, not for love of
gain, but from the healthy growth of that filial affection, which had
strengthened with his judgment and power of reflection! He
"anxiously wished for a fellowship," says Lord Teignmouth, "to enable him
to draw less frequently upon his mother, knowing the contracted nature of
her income." His heart was soon to be gratified.
He commenced Arabic zealously, soon after reaching the
University; he perused, with assiduity, all the Greek poets and historians
of note; he read the entire works of Plato and Lucian, with commentaries
constantly ready, with a pen in his hand, to make any remark that he
judged worth preserving. What a contrast to the "reader for
amusement," who will leave the priceless treasure of a book ungathered,
because it is hid in what he calls a "lumbering folio," and it wearies his
hands, or it is inconvenient to read it while lying along at ease on the
sofa! Yet this "great scholar" was no mere musty book-worm; he did
not claim kindred with Dryasdust. While passing his vacations in
London, he daily attended the noted schools of Angelo, and acquired a
skill in horsemanship and fencing, as elegant accomplishments; his
evenings, at these seasons, being devoted to the perusal of the best
Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese writers. At the University, how was
the stripling urging his way into the regions of oriental learning that
grand high-road of his fame that was to be! He had found Mirza, a
Syrian, who possessed a knowledge of the vernacular Arabic, and spent some
portion of every morning in writing out a translation of Galland's French
version of the Arabian Tales into Arabic, from the mouth of the Syrian;
and he then corrected the grammatical inaccuracies by the help of
lexicons. From the Arabic he urged his way into the Persian,
becoming soon enraptured with that most elegant of all eastern languages.
Such was this true disciple of "Perseverance" at the age of nineteen.
And now some measure of the rewards of industry, honour, and
virtue begin to alight upon him. He is appointed tutor to Lord
Althorpe, son of the literary Earl Spencer; finds his pupil possessed of a
mind and disposition that will render his office delightful; has the range
of one of the most splendid private libraries in the kingdom, together
with the refined and agreeable society of Wimbledon Park; and is
presented, soon after, with a fellowship by his college. Mark well,
from two incidents which occur about this time, what high
conscientiousness, deep modesty, and sterling independence characterise
the true scholar. The Duke of Grafton, then premier, offered him the
situation of government interpreter for eastern languages. He
declined it, recommending the Syrian, Mirza, as one better qualified to
fill it than himself. His recommendation was neglected; and his
biographer remarks that "a better knowledge of the world would have led
him to accept the office, and to convey the emoluments to his friend Mirza.
He was too ingenuous to do so. He saw the excellent lady who
afterwards became his wife and devoted companion in study; but 'his fixed
idea of an honourable independence, and a determined resolution never to
owe his fortune to a wife, or her kindred, excluded all ideas of a
matrimonial connection,'" at that period, although the affection he had
conceived was ardent.
In the year of his majority, we find him commencing his
famous "Commentaries on Asiatic Poetry;" copying the keys of the Chinese
language; learning German, by conversation, grammar, and dictionary,
during three weeks passed at Spa with his noble pupil; acquiring a
knowledge of the broad-sword exercise from an old pensioner at Chelsea;
continuing to attend the two schools of Signor Angelo; and secretly taking
lessons in dancing from Gallini, the dancing-master of Earl Spencer's
family, until he surprises the elegant inhabitants of Wimbledon by joining
with grace in the amusements of their evening parties.
Such was the truly magnificent advancement made by this
illustrious disciple of "Perseverance," up to the age of twenty-one.
Think, reader, how much may be done in the opening of life! How
elevated the course of Sir William Jones! What cheering
self-approval must he have experienced, in looking back on the youthful
years thus industriously spent; but what humbling reflection, what severe
self-laceration would he have felt, had he allowed indolence to master
him, ease to enervate him, listlessness and dissipation to render him a
nameless and worthless nothing in the world!
At the close of his twenty-first year he peruses the little
treatise of our ancient lawyer, Fortescue, in praise of the laws of
England. His large learning enabled him to compare the laws of other
countries with his own; and though he had, hitherto, enthusiastically
preferred the laws of republican Greece, reflection, on the perusal of
this treatise, led him to prefer the laws of England to all others.
His noble biographer adds a remark which indicates the solidity and
perspicacity of Sir William Jones's judgment:—"He was not, however,
regardless of the deviations in practice from the theoretical perfection
of the constitution, in a contested election, of which he was an unwilling
spectator." Yet the perfect theory of our constitution so far
attracted him, as to lead him, from this time, to the resolve of uniting
the study of the law to his great philological acquirements; his purpose
was neither rashly formed, nor soon relinquished, like the miscalled
"purposes" of weak men and idlers; it resulted in his elevation to high
and honourable usefulness, in the lapse of a few years.
In his twenty-second year the "great scholar" undertakes a
task which no other quality than perseverance could have enabled him to
accomplish. The King of Denmark, then on a visit to this country,
brought over with him an eastern manuscript, containing a life of Nadir
Shah, and expressed his wish to the officers of government to have it
translated into French, by an English scholar. The under secretary
of state applied to Sir William Jones, who recommended Major Dow, the able
translator of a Persian history, to perform the work. Major Dow
refused: and, though hints of greater patronage did not influence the
inclination of Sir William Jones, his reflection that the reputation of
English learning would be dishonoured by the Danish king taking back the
manuscript, with a report that no scholar in our country had courage to
undertake the difficult labour, impelled him to enter on it. The
fact that he had a French style to acquire, in order to discharge his
task, and had, even then, to get a native Frenchman to go over the
translation, to render it a scholar-like production, made the undertaking
extremely arduous. It was, however, accomplished magnificently; and
the adventurous translator added a treatise on oriental poetry, "such as
no other person in England could then have written." He was
immediately afterwards made a member of the Royal Society of Copenhagen,
and was recommended by the King of Denmark to the particular patronage of
his own sovereign.
At twenty-six he was made a fellow of the Royal Society of
England, and took his degree of Master of Arts the year after.
Meanwhile he was composing his celebrated Persian Grammar; had found the
means of entering effectively on the study of Chinese, a language at that
time surrounded with unspeakable difficulties; had written part of a
Turkish history; and was assiduously copying Arabic manuscripts in the
Bodleian. The "Commentaries on Asiatic Poetry" were published in his
twenty-eighth year, being five years after they were finished; his
modesty, that invariable attendant of true merit, and his love of
correctness, having induced him to lay the manuscript before Dr. Parr, and
other profound judges, ere he ventured to give his composition to the
world. Amidst so many absorbing engagements his biographer still
notes the correct state of his heart. He was a regular correspondent
with his excellent mother, and ever paid the most affectionate attention
to her and his sister.
In his twenty-eighth year he devotes himself more exclusively
to his legal studies, goes the Oxford circuit after being called to the
bar, and afterwards attends regularly at Westminster Hall. Except
the publication of a translation of the speeches of Isæus,
he performs no remarkable literary labour for the next few years; his
professional practice having become very considerable, and his thoughts
being strongly directed towards a vacant judgeship, at Calcutta, as the
situation in which he felt assured, by the union of his legal knowledge
with his skill in oriental languages, he could best serve the interests of
learning and of mankind.
Before this object of his laudable ambition was attained,
however, Sir William Jones gave proof, as our great Englishman, Milton,
had given before him, that the mightiest erudition does not narrow, but
serves truly to enlarge the mind, and to nourish its sympathies with the
great brotherhood of humanity. The war with the United States of
America had commenced, and he declared himself against it; he wrote a
splendid Latin ode, entitled "Liberty," in which his patriotic and
philanthropic sentiments are most nobly embodied; and became a candidate,
on what are now called "liberal principles," for the representation of
Oxford. He withdrew, after further reflection, from the
candidateship, still purposing to devote his life to the East, but not
before he had testified his disapproval of harsh ministerial measures, by
publishing an "Enquiry into the Legal Mode of suppressing Riots, with a
Constitutional Plan for their Suppression." Finally, to the record
of this part of his life, Lord Teignmouth adds the relation, that Sir
William Jones had found time to attend the lectures of the celebrated John
Hunter, and to acquire some knowledge of anatomy; while he had advanced
sufficiently far into the mathematics to be able to read and understand
the "Principia" of Sir Isaac Newton.
The last eleven years of the illustrious scholar's life form
the most brilliant part of his career, and only leave us to lament that
his days were not more extended. In the month of March, 1783, being
then in his thirty-seventh year, he was appointed a judge of the supreme
court of judicature, Fortwilliam, Calcutta, and on that occasion received
the honour of knighthood. In the following month he married the
eldest daughter of Dr. Shipley, Bishop of St. Asaph, and thus happy in a
union with the lady to whom he had been long devoted, almost immediately
embarked for India.
As a concluding lesson from the life of Sir William Jones,
let us note how unsubduable is the intellect trained by long and early
habits of perseverance, under the corrupting and enfeebling influences of
honours and prosperity. On the voyage, the "great scholar" drew up a
list of "Objects of Enquiry." If he could have fulfilled the
gigantic schemes which were thus unfolding themselves to his ardent mind,
the world must have been stricken with amazement. The list is too
long to be detailed here; suffice it to say, that it enumerates the "Laws
of the Hindus and Mahommedans," "The History of the Ancient World;" all
the sciences, all the arts and inventions of all the Asiatic nations, and
the various kinds of government in India. Following the list of
"Objects of Enquiry," is a sketch of works he purposes to write and
publish; including "Elements of the Laws of England," "History of the
American War," an epic poem, to be entitled "Britain Discovered,"
"Speeches, Political and Forensic," "Dialogues, Philosophical and
Historical," and a volume of letters, with translations of some portions
of the Scriptures into Arabic and Persian.
Intense and indefatigable labour enabled him to complete his
masterly "Digest of Mahommedan and Hindu Law," but to accomplish this
work, so invaluable to the European conquerors of Hindoostan, he had
first, critically, to master the Sanscrit, at once the most perfect and
most difficult of known languages. If it be remembered that Sir
William Jones was also most active in the discharge of his judicial
duties, our admiration will be increased. His translation of the
"Ordinances of Menu," a Sanscrit work, displaying the Hindoo system of
religious and civil duties—and of the Indian drama of "Sacontala" written
a century before the Christian era—and his production of a "Dissertation
on the Gods of Greece, Italy, and Rome," were among the last of his
complete works. He also edited the first volume of the "Asiatic
Researches," and gave an impetus to eastern inquiry among Europeans, by
instituting the Asiatic Society, of which he was the first president.
His annual discourses before that assembly have been published, and are
well known and highly valued.
The death of this great and good man, though sudden, being
occasioned by the rapid liver complaint of Bengal, was as peaceful as his
life had been noble and virtuous. A friend, who saw him die, says
that he expired "without a groan, and with a serene and complacent look."
His death took place on the 27th April, 1794, when he was only in his
forty-eighth year; yet he had acquired a "critical knowledge" of eight
languages—English, Latin, French, Italian, Greek, Arabic, Persian,
Sanscrit; he knew eight others less perfectly, but was able to read them
with the occasional use of a dictionary—Spanish, Portuguese, German,
Runic, Hebrew, Bengalee, Hindostanee, Turkish; and he knew so much of
twelve other tongues, that they were perfectly attainable by him, had life
and leisure permitted his continued application to them—Tibetian, Pâli,
Phalavi, Deri, Russian, Syriac, Ethiopic, Coptic, Welsh, Swedish; Dutch,
Chinese. Twenty-eight languages in all; such is his own account.
When you sum up the other diversified accomplishments and attainments of
the scarce forty-eight years of Sir William Jones, reflect deeply,
youthful reader, on what may be achieved by "perseverance," and when you
have reflected—resolve.
To that emphatic early lesson of "read and you will learn,"
and to his ready opportunities and means of culture, we must undoubtedly
attribute much of the "great scholar's" success. In the life of one
still living, and enjoying the honours and rewards of virtuous
perseverance, it will be seen that even devoid of help, unstimulated by
any affectionate voice in the outset, and surrounded with discouragements,
almost at every step, the cultivation of this grand quality infallibly
leads on to signal triumph.
DR. SAMUEL LEE.
Regius Professor of Hebrew in the University of Cambridge, was the son of
a poor widow, who was left to struggle for the support of two younger
children, was apprenticed to a carpenter, at twelve years of age, after
receiving a merely elementary instruction in reading, writing, and
arithmetic in the charity-school of the village of Longmore, in
Shropshire. His love of books became fervent, and the Latin
quotations he found in such as were within his reach kindled a desire to
penetrate the mystery of their meaning. The sounds of the language,
too, which he heard in a Catholic chapel, where his master had undertaken
some repairs, increased this desire. At seventeen he purchased "Ruddiman's
Latin Rudiments," and soon committed the whole to memory. With the
help of "Corderius' Colloquies," "Entices Dictionary," and "Beza's
Testament," he began to make his way into the vestibule of Roman learning;
but of the magnificent inner-glory he had, as yet, scarcely caught a
glimpse. The obstacles seemed so great for an unassisted adventurer,
that he one day besought a priest of the chapel, where he was still at
work, to afford him some help. "Charity begins at home!" was the
repelling reply to his application; but, whether meant to indicate the
priest's own need of instruction, or sordid unwillingness to afford his
help without pecuniary remuneration, does not appear. Unchilled by
this repulse, the young and unfriended disciple of "perseverance" girt up
"the loins of his mind" for his solitary but onward travel. Yet how
uncheering the landscape around him! Think of it, and blush, young
reader, if thou art surrounded with ease and comfort, but hast yielded to
indolence; ponder on it, and take courage, if thou art the companion of
hardship, but resolvest to he a man, one day, amongst men. Young
Lee's wages were but six shillings weekly at seventeen years old; and from
this small sum he had not only to find food, but to pay for his washing
and lodging. The next year his weekly income was increased one
shilling, and the year following another. Privation, even of the
necessaries of life, he had to suffer, not seldom, in order to enable
himself to possess what he desired, now more intensely than ever. He
successively purchased a Latin Bible, Caesar, Justin, Sallust, Cicero,
Virgil, Horace, Ovid; having frequently to sell his volume as soon as he
had mastered it in order to buy another. But what of that? The
true disciple of perseverance looks onward with hope—hope which is not
fantastic but founded in the firmest reason—to the day when his
meritorious and ennobling toil shall have its happy fruition, and he shall
know no scarcity of books.
Conquest of one language has inspired him with zeal for
further victory; it is the genuine nature of enterprise. Freed from
his apprenticeship he purchases a Greek grammar, testament, lexicon, and
exercises; and soon, the self-taught carpenter, the scholar of toil and
privation, holds converse, in their own superlative tongue, with the
simple elegance of Xenophon, the eloquence and wisdom of Plato, and the
wit of Lucian; he becomes familiar with the glorious "Iliad," with the
pathos and refinement, the force and splendour, of the "Antigone" of
Sophocles.
"Unaided by any instructor, uncheered by any literary
companion," says one who narrates the circumstances of his early career,
"he still persevered." What wonder, when he had discovered so much
to cheer him in the delectable mental realm he was thus subduing for
himself! And he was now endued with the full energy of conquest.
He purchased "Bythner's Hebrew Grammar," and "Lyra Praphetica," with a
Hebrew Psalter, and was soon able to read the Psalms in the original.
Buxtorf's grammar and lexicon with a Hebrew Bible followed; an accident
threw in his way the "Targum" of Onkelos, and with the Chaldee grammar in
Bythner, and Schindler's lexicon, he was soon able to read it.
Another effort, and he was able to read the Syriac Testament and the
Samaritan Pentateuch, thus gaining acquaintance with four branches of the
ancient Aramœan or Shemitic family of
languages, in addition to his knowledge of the two grand Pelasgic
dialects.
He was now five-and-twenty, and had mastered six languages,
without the slighest help from any living instructor; some of the
last-named books were heavily expensive; yet, true to the nobility of life
that had distinguished his early youth, he had not relaxed the reins of
economy, but had purchased a chest of tools, which had cost him
twenty-five pounds.
Suddenly an event befell him which seemed to wither not only
his prospects of further mental advancement, but plunged him into the
deepest distress. A fire which broke out in a house he was
repairing, consumed his chest of tools; and, as he had no money to
purchase more, and had now to feel solicitude for the welfare of an
affectionate wife, as well as for himself, his affliction was heavy.
In this distracting difficulty he turned his thoughts towards commencing a
village school, but even for this he lacked the means of procuring the
necessary, though scanty, furniture. Uprightness and meritorious
industry, however, seldom fail to attract benevolent help to a man in
need. Archdeacon Corbett, the resident philanthropic clergyman of
Longmore, heard of Samuel Lee's distress, sent for him, and on hearing the
relation of his laudable struggles, used his interest to place him in the
mastership of Shrewsbury Charity School, giving him what was of still
higher value, an introduction to the great oriental scholar, Dr. Jonathan
Scott.
New triumphs succeeded his misfortunes, and a cheering and
honourable future was preparing. Dr. Scott put into the hands of his
new and humble friend elementary books on Arabic, Persian, and Hindostanee;
and, in a few months, the disciple of perseverance was not only able to
read and translate, but even essayed to compose in his newly-acquired
languages. So effectually had he mastered these eastern tongues,
that the good doctor used his influence in introducing him as private
tutor to sons of gentlemen going out to India; and, after another brief
probation, procured him admission into Queen's College, Cambridge.
Our sketch of this remarkable scholar may here be cut short.
He made himself master of twenty languages, distinguished himself alike by
the virtue of his private life, his practical eloquence in the pulpit and
zeal for the church, of which he was an honoured member; and, in addition
to the service he rendered to oriental literature, by his new Hebrew
grammar and lexicon, his revision of Sir William Jones's Persian grammar,
and a number of philological tracts, won respect and gratitude, by
diligent and laborious supervision of numerous translations of the
Scriptures into eastern tongues, prepared by the direction and at the cost
of the British and Foreign Bible Society.
If the young scholar be bent on the acquirement of languages,
he will find, in the lives of Alexander Murray, Leyden, Heyne, Carey,
Marshman, Morrison, Magliabechi, and a hundred others, striking proofs of
the ease with which the mind overcomes all difficulties when it is armed
with determination, and never becomes a recreant from the banner of
perseverance.
CHAPTER II.
AUTHORS.
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JOHNSON.—GIFFORD.—GIBBON.
ALMOST every literary man, unless specially favoured
by social position or private means, could tell a remarkable history of
his struggles for success. Many have failed at the outset; others
passed an unhappy life, owing frequently to their own failings; but others
have persevered, and conquered, and obtained success and fame.
JOHNSON.
|
Samuel Johnson, LL.D. (1709-84)
by Sir Joshua Reynolds |
Afterwards so famous as the great arbiter of literary criticism, is found
leaving college without a degree, and, from sheer poverty, at the age of
twenty-two. The sale of his deceased father's effects, a few months
after, affords him but twenty pounds, and he is constrained to become an
usher in a grammar school in Leicestershire. In the next year he
performs a translation of "Lobo's Voyage to Abyssinia," for a Birmingham
bookseller, returns to Lichfield, his birth-place, and publishes proposals
for printing, by subscription, the Latin poems of Politian, the life of
that author, and a history of Latin poetry from the era of Petrarch to the
time of Politian. His project failed to attract patrons, and he next
offered his services to Cave, the original projector of the "Gentleman's
Magazine." Cave accepted his offer, but on conditions which
compelled Johnson to make application elsewhere for earning the means of
living. He again offered to become assistant to the master of a
grammar school; but, in spite of the great learning he had even then
acquired, he was rejected, from the fear that his peculiar nervous and
involuntary gestures would render him an object of ridicule with his
pupils. Such was one of the disabilities of constitution under which
this humbly-born and strong-minded man laboured through life.
Won, not by his ungainly person, but by the high qualities of
his mind, a widow, with a little fortune of eight hundred pounds, yielded
him her hand, in this season of his poverty; and he immediately opened a
classical school in his native town. The celebrated Garrick, then
about eighteen years old, became his pupil. His scheme, however, did
not succeed; his newly-acquired property was exhausted; and he and Garrick,
then eight years his junior, set out together for London, with the resolve
to seek their fortunes in the larger world. Garrick in a short time
was acknowledged as the first genius on the stage, and made his way to
wealth almost without difficulty. A longer and more toilful period
of trial fell to the lot of the scholar and author. He first offered
to the booksellers a manuscript tragedy, supposed to be his "Irene," but
could find no one willing to accept it. Cave gave him an engagement
to translate the "History of the Council of Trent." He received
forty-nine pounds for part of the translation, but it was never completed
for lack of sale. His pecuniary condition was so low soon after
this, that he and Savage, having walked conversing round Grosvenor Square
till four in the morning, and beginning to feel the want of refreshment,
could not muster between them more than fourpence halfpenny! He
received ten guineas for his celebrated poem of "London;" but though Pope
said, "The author, whoever he was, could not be long concealed," no
further advantage was derived by Johnson from its publication.
Hearing of a vacancy in the mastership of another grammar school in
Leicestershire, he once more proceeds thither as a candidate. The
consequences of the poverty which had prevented him from remaining at the
university till he could take a degree were now grievously felt. The
statutes of the place required that the person chosen should be a Master
of Arts. Some interest was made to obtain him that degree from the
Dublin University, but it failed, and he was again thrown back on London.
In spite of his melancholic constitution, these repeated
disappointments, so far from filling him with despair, seem only to have
quickened his invention, and strengthened his resolution to continue the
struggle for fame. He formed numerous projects on his return to the
metropolis, but none succeeded except his contributions to the
"Gentleman's Magazine;" these were, chiefly, the "Parliamentary Debates,"
which the world read with the belief that they were thus becoming
acquainted with the eloquence of Chatham, Walpole, and their compeers, and
little dreaming that those speeches were "written in a garret in Exeter
Street" by a poverty-stricken author. The talent displayed in this
anonymous labour did not serve, as yet, to free him from difficulties.
He next undertook to collect and arrange the tracts forming the miscellany
entitled "Harleian." Osborne, the bookseller, was his employer in
this work; and, having purchased Lord Oxford's library, the bookseller
also employed Johnson to form a catalogue. To relieve his drudgery,
Johnson occasionally paused to peruse the book that came to hand; Osborne
complained of this; a dispute arose; and the bookseller, with great
roughness, gave the author the lie. The incident so characteristic
of Johnson, and so often related, now took place—Johnson seized a folio,
and knocked the bookseller down. The act was far from justifiable;
but his indignation under the offence must have been great, as his rigid
adherence to speaking the truth was so observable, that one of his most
intimate friends declared "he always talked as if he were speaking on
oath."
He escaped, at length, from some degree of the humiliation
which attaches to poverty. He projected his great work—the English
Dictionary; several of the wealthiest booksellers entered into the scheme,
and Johnson now left lodging in the courts and alleys about the Strand,
and took a house in Gough Square, Fleet Street. This did not occur
till he was eight-and-thirty; so great a portion of life had he passed in
almost perpetual contest with pecuniary difficulties; nor was he entirely
freed from them for some years to come. During the years spent in
the exhausting labour of his Dictionary, the fifteen hundred guineas he
received for the copyright were consumed on amanuenses, and the provision
necessary for himself and his wife. The "Rambler" was written during
these years in which his Dictionary was in course of publication, and the
circumstances of its composition are most noteworthy among the "Triumphs
of Perseverance." With the exception of five numbers, every essay
was written by Johnson himself; and it was regularly issued every Tuesday
and Friday for two years. The perseverance which enabled him so
punctually to execute a stated task, even while continuously labouring in
the greater work in which he was engaged, is remarkable; but the young
reader's thought ought to be more deeply fixed on the consideration that a
life of unremitting devotion to study—unconquered by difficulty and
straitness of circumstances—had rendered him able easily to pour forth the
treasures of a full mind. Although apparently the product of great
care, and stored with the richest moral reflections, these essays were
usually written in haste, frequently while the printer's boy was waiting,
and not even read over before given to him. This was not
recklessness in Johnson, though it would have been folly in one whose mind
was not most opulently stored with mature thought, and who had not
attained such a habit of modulating sentences as to render it almost
mechanical. Such attainments can only be reached by the most
determined disciple of Perseverance. "A man may write at any time if
he will set himself doggedly to it," was Johnson's own saying; but he
could not have verified it, unless his mind, by assiduous application, had
been filled with the materials of writing. He was likewise held in
high celebrity as the best converser of his age, but he acknowledged that
he had attained his extraordinary accuracy and flow of language by having
early laid it down as a fixed rule to arrange his thoughts before
expressing them, and never to suffer a careless or unmeaning expression to
escape from him.
The profits of a second periodical, "The Idler," and the
subscriptions for his edition of Shakspeare, were the means by which he
supported himself for the four or five years immediately preceding the age
of fifty. His wife had already died, and his aged mother, being near
her dissolution, in order to reach Lichfield, and pay her the last offices
of filial piety, he devoted one fortnight to the composition of his
beautiful and immortal tale of "Rasselas," for which he received one
hundred pounds. He did not arrive in time to close her eyes, but saw
her decently interred, and then hastened back to London, to go, once more,
into lodgings and retrench expenses. The next three years of his
life appear to have been passed in even more than his early poverty; but
the end of his difficulties was approaching.
The last twenty-two years of his existence—from the age of
fifty-three to seventy-five—were spent in the receipt of a royal pension
of three hundred pounds per annum; in the society of persons of fortune,
who considered themselves honoured by the company of the once
poverty-stricken and unknown scholar; in the companionship of Edmund
Burke, and Oliver Goldsmith, and Sir Joshua Reynolds, and Joseph Warton,
and others whose names are durably written on the roll of genius, and in
the receipt of the highest honours of learning—for the Universities, both
of Dublin and Oxford, conferred upon him the degree of Doctor of Laws, and
the Oxford University had previously sent him the degree of Master of
Arts. Regarded as the great umpire of literary taste, receiving
deference and respect wherever he went, and no longer driven to his pen by
necessity, this honoured exemplar of perseverance did not pass through his
remaining course in unproductive indolence. In addition to less
important works, his "Lives of the Poets" was produced in this closing
period of his life, and is well known as the most valuable and useful of
his labours, with the exception of his great Dictionary.
WILLIAM GIFFORD.
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William Gifford (1756-1826) |
In the early circumstances of his life, is a still more striking exemplar
of the virtue of perseverance. He was left an orphan at thirteen
years of age, was sent to sea for a twelvemonth, and was then taken home
by his godfather, who had seized upon whatever his mother had left, as a
means of repaying himself for money lent to her, and was now constrained
to pay some attention to the boy, by the keen remonstrances of his
neighbours. He was sent to school, and made such rapid progress in
arithmetic that, in a few months, he was at the head of the school, and
frequently assisted his master. The receipt of a trifle for these
services raised in him the thought of one day becoming a schoolmaster, in
the room of a teacher in the town of Ashburton, who was growing old and
infirm. He mentioned his scheme to his godfather, who treated it
with contempt, and forthwith apprenticed him to a shoemaker. His new
master subjected him to the greatest degradation, made him the common
drudge of his household, and took from him the means of pursuing his
favourite study of arithmetic.
"I could not guess the motives for this at first," he
says—for his narrative is too remarkable at this period of his struggles,
to be told in any other than his own language—"but at length discovered
that my master destined his youngest son for the situation to which I
aspired. I possessed, at this time, but one book in the world, it
was a treatise on algebra, given to me by a young woman, who had found it
in a lodging-house. I considered it as a treasure, but it was a
treasure locked up, for it supposed the reader to be well acquainted with
simple equations, and I knew nothing of the matter. My master's son
had purchased 'Fenning's Introduction;' this was precisely what I wanted;
but he carefully concealed it from me, and I was indebted to chance alone
for stumbling upon his hiding-place. I sat up for the greatest part
of several nights, successively; and, before he suspected that his
treatise was discovered, had completely mastered it. I could now
enter upon my own, and that carried me pretty far into the science.
This was not done without difficulty. I had not a farthing on earth,
nor a friend to give me one; pen, ink, and paper, therefore, were, for the
most part, as completely out of my reach as a crown and sceptre.
There was, indeed, a resource, but the utmost caution and secrecy were
necessary in applying to it. I beat out pieces of leather as smooth
as possible, and wrought my problems on them with a blunted awl; for the
rest, my memory was tenacious, and I could multiply and divide by it to a
great extent."
He essayed the composition of rhyme, and the rehearsal of his
verses secured him a few pence from his acquaintances. He now
furnished himself with pens, ink, and paper, and even bought some books of
geometry and of the higher branches of algebra; but was obliged to conceal
them, and to pursue his studies by continued caution. Some of his
verses, however, were shown to his master, and were understood to contain
satirical reflections upon his oppressor. His books and papers were
seized upon, by way of punishment; and he was reduced to the deepest
despair. "I looked back," he says, in his own admirable narrative,
"on that part of my life which immediately followed this event with little
satisfaction: it was a period of gloom, and savage unsociability: by
degrees I sunk into a kind of corporeal torpor; or, if roused into
activity by the spirit of youth, wasted the exertion in splenetic and
vexatious tricks, which alienated the few acquaintances compassion had
left me."
The heart revolts at the brutal injustice which drove
Gifford's young nature thus to harden itself into gloomy endurance of his
lot, by "savage unsociability;" but a mind like his could not take that
stamp for life. His disposition grew again buoyant, and his
aspirations began to rekindle, as the term of his bondage grew shorter.
Had he found no deliverance till it had legally expired, it may be safely
affirmed that he would then have forced his way into eminence by
self-assisted efforts; but an accidental circumstance emancipated him a
year before the legal expiry of his apprenticeship. Mr. Cookesley, a
philanthropic surgeon, having learnt from Gifford himself the facts of his
hard history, through mere curiosity awakened by hearing some of his
rhymes repeated, started "A subscription for purchasing the remainder of
the time of William Gifford, and for enabling him to improve himself in
writing and English grammar." Enough was collected to satisfy his
master's demand; he was placed at school with a clergyman, made his way
into the classics, displayed such diligence that more money was raised to
continue him in his promising course; and in two years and two months from
the day of his liberation, he was considered by his instructor to be fit
for the University, and was sent to Exeter College, Oxford.
Perseverance! what can it not effect? It enabled
Gifford to surmount difficulties arising from the most vulgar and
brutifying influences, and to make his way triumphantly into an
intellectual region of delectable enjoyment. From a boy neglected
and degraded—from a youth baffled and thwarted in his aims at a higher
state of existence than that of merely living to labour in order to eat,
drink, and be clothed—from one fastening his desire upon knowledge, only
to be scorned and mocked, and treated as a criminal where he was meriting
applause—from a poor pitiable struggler longing for mental breathing-room,
amid the coarse conversation he would undoubtedly hear from his master,
and those who were his associates, and sinking for some period into sullen
despair with his hardship, that like an untoward sky seemed to promise no
break of relieving light—he becomes a glad and easier student; is enabled
not merely "to improve himself in writing and English grammar," but, in
six-and-twenty months, becomes a converser, in their own noble language,
with the great spirits of Rome and Greece; and enters the most venerable
arena of learning in Britain, to become a rival in elegant scholarship
with the young heirs to coronets and titles, and to England's widest
wealth and influence. What a change did those ancient halls of
architectural grandeur, with all their associations of great intellectual
names, present for the young and ardent toiler who, but six-and-twenty
months before, had bent over the last from morning to night, shut out from
all that could cheer or elevate the mind, and surrounded with nought but
that which tended to disgust and degrade it!
Nor did the career of the young disciple of perseverance,
when arrived at his new and loftier stage of struggle, discredit the
foresight of those who had assisted him. His first benefactor died
before Gifford took his degree, but he was enabled by the generosity of
Lord Grosvenor to pursue his studies at the University to a successful
issue. After some absence, on the Continent, as travelling tutor to
the nobleman just mentioned, he entered on his course as an author, and
gained some distinction; but won his chief celebrity, as well as most
substantial rewards, while editor of the "Quarterly Review"—an office he
held from the commencement of that periodical, 1809, till his death, on
the last day of 1826, when he had reached the age of seventy-one. In
the performance of this critical service he had a salary of one thousand a
year; and it is a noble conclusion to the history of this successful
scholar of Perseverance, that true-hearted gratitude led him to bequeath
the bulk of his fortune to Mr. Cookesley, the son of his early benefactor.
The superiority of genius to difficulties, and the certainty
with which it achieves high triumphs through longer or shorter paths of
vicissitude, might be shown from the memoirs of Erasmus, and Mendelssohn,
and Goldsmith, and Holcroft, and Kirke White, and others, almost a
countless host. Early poverty may be said, however, to stimulate the
children of Genius to exertion; and its influence may be judged to weaken
the merit of their perseverance, since their triumphs may be dated from
deep desire to escape from its disadvantages. That such a feeling
has been participated by many, or all, of the illustrious climbers after
literary distinction, it may not be denied; though the world usually
attributes more to its workings in the minds of men of genius than the
interior truth, if known, would warrant: the strong necessity to
create—the restless power to embody their thinkings—these deep-seated
springs of exertion in intellectual men, if understood, would afford a
truer solution of their motives for beginning, and the determination to
excel for continuing their course, than any mere sordid impulses with
which they are often charged. Let us turn to a celebrated name,
around which no irksome influences of poverty gathered, either at the
outset of his life, or in his progress to literary distinction. His
systematic direction of the knowledge acquired by inquiries as profound as
they were diversified, and his application of the experience of life,
alike to the same great end, afford an admirable spectacle of the noblest
perseverance, and of memorable victory over the seductions of ease and
competence.
GIBBON.
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Edward Gibbon (1737-94) |
The author of the unrivalled "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," was
born to considerable fortune. He left the University at eighteen,
after great loss of time, as he tells us in his instructive autobiography,
and with what was worse, habits of expense and dissipation. His
father being under distressing anxiety on account of his son's
irregularities, and, afterwards, from what he deemed of greater moment,
young Gibbon's sudden avowal of conversion to the doctrines of the Roman
Catholic church, placed him abroad, under the strict care of a Protestant
minister. Gibbon began to awake to reflection; and, without
prescription from his new guardian, voluntarily entered on severe study.
He diligently translated the best Roman writers, turned them into French,
and then again into Latin, comparing Cicero and Livy, and Seneca and
Horace, with the best orators and historians, philosophers and poets, of
the moderns. He next advanced to the Greek, and pursued a similar
course with the treasures of that noble literature. He afterwards
commenced an inquiry into the Law of Nations, and sedulously perused the
treatises of Grotius, Puffendorf, Locke, Bayle, and Montesquieu, the
acknowledged authorities on that great subject. He mentions three
books, which absorbed more than the usual interest he felt in whatever he
read: "Pascal's Provincial Letters," the "Abbé
dc la Bléterie's Life of the Emperor
Julian," and "Giannone's Civil History of Naples:" the character of these
works shadows forth the grand design which was gradually forming in his
mind.
Yet without method, without taking care to store up this
various knowledge in such a mode that it might not be mere lumber in the
memory, he speedily discerned that even years spent in industrious reading
would be, comparatively, of little worth. He therefore began to
digest his various reading in a commonplace book, according to the method
recommended by Locke. The eager and enthusiastic student—for such he
had now become—by this systematic arrangement of his knowledge under
heads, perceived his wants more distinctly, and entered into
correspondence, for the solution of historic difficulties, with some of
the most illustrious scholars of his time, among whom were Professors
Crevier of Paris, Breittinger of Zurich, and Matth. Gesner of Göttingen.
From each of these learned men he received such flattering notice of the
acuteness of his inquiries, as proved how well he had employed the time
and means at his command. His first work, written in French, the
"Essay on the Study of Literature," was produced at three-and-twenty,
after his laborious reading of the best English and French, as well as
Latin and Greek authors.
A transition was now made by him, from retired leisure to
active life. His father was made major of the Hampshire Militia,
himself captain of grenadiers, and the regiment was called out on duty.
He had to devote two years and a half to this employ, and expresses
considerable discontent with his "wandering life of military servitude;"
but thus judiciously tempers his observations: "In every state there
exists, however, a balance of good and evil. The habits of a
sedentary life were usefully broken by the duties of an active
profession." . . . . "After my foreign education, with my reserved temper,
I should long have continued a stranger to my native country, had I not
been shaken in this various scene of new faces and new friends; had not
experience forced me to feel the characters of our leading men, the state
of parties, the forms of office, and the operation of our civil and
military system. In this peaceful service I imbibed the rudiments
and the language and science of tactics, which opened a new field of study
and observation. . . . . The discipline and evolutions of a modern
battalion gave me a clearer notion of the phalanx and the legion; and the
captain of the Hampshire grenadiers has not been useless to the historian
of the Roman empire."
Let the young reader observe how, even when a purpose is not
as yet distinctly formed, the leading events of life, as well as study,
may be made by the regal mind to bend and contribute to the realizing of
one. Our great paramount duty is to husband time well, to let not an
hour glide uselessly, to go on extending our range of knowledge, and
resolving to act our part well, even while we are in uncertainty as to
what our part may be. The seed well sown, the germs well watered,
and a useful harvest must result, though neither we, nor any who look on,
for a while, may be able to prophesy of the quality or abundance of the
grain, seeing it is but yet in its growth. "From my early youth I
aspired to the character of an historian," says Gibbon; "while I served in
the militia, before and after the publication of my 'Essay,' this idea
ripened in my mind."
Yet, he was for a time undecided as to a subject: the
Expedition of Charles the Eighth of France into Italy; the Crusade of Cœur
de Lion; the Barons' Wars against John and Henry the Third; the History of
Edward the Black Prince; Lives and Comparisons of Henry the Fifth and the
Emperor Titus; the Life of Sir Philip Sidney, of the Marquis of Montrose,
of Raleigh—and other subjects of high interest, but each and all inferior
to the one he at length undertook, and for which his studies had all along
peculiarly fitted him, successively attracted his attention. Amidst
the colossal ruins of the amphitheatre of Titus, the idea at length was
formed in his mind! of tracing the vicissitudes of Rome; and this idea
swelled until his conception extended to such a history as should
depicture the thousand years of change which fill up the period between
the reign of the Antonines and the conquest of Constantinople by the
Turks. Years of laborious study and research were necessary to
accomplish this gigantic labour; but it was perfected, and remains the
grandest historic monument ever raised by an Englishman. The recent
investigations of Guizot have more fully confirmed the fact of the minute
and careful inquiries of Gibbon, in bringing together the vast and
multifarious materials necessary for the accurate completion of his
design. His great work is, emphatically, for strictness of
statement, combined with such comprehensiveness of subjects, for depth and
clearness of disquisition, and for splendour of style, one of the most
magnificent ''Triumphs of Perseverance."
And is the roll of these triumphs complete? Have the
labours of the past pretermitted the possibility of equal victories in the
future? Never, while the human mind exists, can the catalogue of its
successes be deemed to have found a limit or an end. Immense fields
of history remain yet untrodden and uncultivated; innumerable facts
throughout the ages which are gone remain to be collected by industry, and
arranged by judgment; the ever-varying phases of human affairs offer
perpetual material for new chronicle: let none who meditates to devote his
youth to historical inquiry, with the meritorious resolve to distinguish
his manhood by some useful monument of solid thought, imagine that his
ground has been narrowed, but rather understand that it has been cleared
and enlarged by the noble workmen who have gone before.
Neither let the young and gifted, in whom the kindlings of
creative genius are felt, listen to the dull voices who say, "The last
epic has been written—no more great dramas shall be produced—the lyrics of
the past will never be equalled!" If such vaticinations were true,
it would show that the human mind was dwarfed. Shakspere did not
believe that, or he would not have excelled Sophocles. None but
intellectual cravens will affright themselves with the belief that they
cannot equal the doings of those who have gone before. True courage
says, "The laurel is never sere: its leaves are evergreen. The
laurels have not all been won: they flourish, still, in abundance.
The bright examples of the past shall not deter but cheer me. I will
go on to equal them. My life, like the lives of the earth's truly
great, shall be devoted to thought, to research—to deep converse with the
mighty spirits who still live in their works, though their clay is
dissolved; I will prepare to build, and build carefully and wisely, as
they built; I also will rear my lasting memorial among 'The Triumphs of
Perseverance!'"
CHAPTER III.
ARTISTS.
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CANOVA.—CHANTRY.—SALVATOR ROSA.—BENJAMIN WEST.
IF a rude image of the South Sea islanders be
compared with one of Chantrey's Sculptures, or a Chinese picture with some
perfect performance of Raffaelle or Claude, what a world of reflection
unfolds itself on the countless steps taken by the mind, from its first
attempt at imitating the human form, or depicturing a landscape, to the
periods of its most successful effort in statuary or painting! The
first childish essay of a great artist, compared with one of the
masterpieces of his maturity, calls up kindred thoughts. How often
must the eye re-measure an object; how often retrace the direction or
inclination of the lines by which a figure is bounded; what an infinite
number of comparisons must perception store up in the memory, as to the
resemblance of one form to another; what repeated scrutiny must the
judgment exercise over what most delights the idea faculty, till the
source of delight—the harmony arising from combination of forms—be
discovered and understood; and how unweariedly must the intellect return,
again and again, to these its probationary labours, before the capability
for realizing great triumphs in Art be attained!
Doubtless, the mind of a young artist, like the mind under
any other process of training, exercises many of these acts with little
self-consciousness; but observation and comparison have, inevitably, to be
practised, and their results to be stored up in the mind, before the hand
can be directed and employed in accurate delineation and embodiment of
forms. Without diligence in this training, the chisel of Chantrey
would have failed to bring more life-like shapes from a block of marble
than the knife of a Sandwich islander carves out of the trunk of a tree;
and the canvas of Claude would have failed as utterly to realize
proportion, and sunlight, and distance, as a piece of porcelain figured
and coloured by a native of China. As it is in the elaboration of
Literature's most perfect products so it is in Art: into the mind his
images must be taken; there they must be wrought up into new combinations
and shapes of beauty or of power; and from this grand repository the
statuary or painter, like the poet, must summon his forms anew, evermore
returning, dutifully, to compare them with Nature and actual life, and
sparing no effort to clothe them with the attribute of verisimilitude.
Need it be argued, then, that without perseverance the
world would have behold none of the wonders of high Art? If the
mind, by her own mysterious power, have, first, to pencil the forms of the
outward upon her tablets within; if she have, then, a greater work of
combination and creation to perform, ere a statue or a picture of the
ideal can be realized; if the hand, in a word, can only successfully
carve, limn, and colour, from the pattern laid up in the wealth of the
trained and experienced mind, how absolute the necessity for perseverance
to enrich and perfect that mind which is to direct the hand! That
neglect of this evident truth has marked the lives of unsuccessful artists
may, too often, be seen in the records of them; while the deepest
conviction of a duty to obey its dictates has distinguished the world's
most glorious names in painting and sculpture. Let us glance at the
steps taken by a few of these, in their way to triumphs; not
unheedful, meanwhile, how their exhibition of the great moral quality of
perseverance enabled them to trample on the difficulties of actual life,
as well as to overcome obstacles in their progress to perfect art.
ANTONIO CANOVA.
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Pauline Bonaparte as Venus Victrix
Antonio Canova (1757-1822) |
The greatest of modern sculptors, was born in a mud-walled cabin of an
Alpine valley within the Venetian territories; and remained in the care of
Pasino, his grandfather, who was a stone-cutter, till his twelfth year.
Pasino, evermore employing enticement and tenderness rather than
compulsion, began to instruct the child in drawing, as soon as his little
hand could hold a pencil; and even taught him to model in clay at an early
age. At nine years old, however, he was set to work at
stone-cutting; and, thenceforward, his essays in art were but pursued as
relaxations. Yet his boyish performances were sufficiently
remarkable to attract notice from the chief of the patrician family of
Falieri, for whom Pasino worked. This nobleman took young Canova
under his patronage, and placed him with Toretto, a sculptor. His
new preceptor was not very liberal in his instructions; but the young
genius secretly pursued his high bent, and one day surprised Toretto by
producing the figures of two angels of singular beauty. His
yearnings after excellence, at this period, grew vast; but were
indefinite. He often became disgusted with what he had done, and to
fitful dreams of beauty in Art succeeded moods of despair; but he
invariably returned to his models, imperfect as he perceived them to be,
and resolved to labour on from the point of his present knowledge up to
the mastery he coveted.
On the death of Toretto, in Canova's fifteenth year, Falieri
removed the aspiring boy to Venice. He was lodged in his patron's
palace; but was too truly a man, in spite of his youth, to brook entire
dependence on another, and formed an engagement to work during the
afternoons for a sculptor in the city. "I laboured for a mere
pittance, but it was sufficient," is the language of one of his letters.
"It was the fruit of my own resolution; and, as I then flattered myself,
the foretaste of more honourable rewards—for I never thought of wealth."
Under successive masters, Canova acquired a knowledge of what were then
held to be the established rules of sculpture, but made no important
essay, except his Eurydice, which was of the size of nature, and had
"great merit " in the estimation of his patron, although Canova himself
thought not so highly of it. Indeed, his genius was preparing to
break away from the mannerism of his instructors almost as soon as it was
learnt. The works of Bernini, Algardi, and other comparatively
inferior artists, were then taken for models rather than the Apollo, the
Laocoon, the Venus, or the Gladiator—the transcendent remains of ancient
statuary. "The unaffected majesty of the antique," observes Mr.
Mernes, Canova's English biographer, "was then regarded as destitute of
force and impression." And as for Nature, "her simplicity was then
considered as poverty, devoid of elegance or grace." Nature,
therefore, was not imitated by this school of sculptors; but, in the
critical language of one of their own countrymen, she was but "translated
according to conventional modes." Canova spurned subjection to the
trammels of corrupt taste; and, after deep thought, his resolve was taken,
and he entered on a new and arduous path. He thenceforth "took
Nature as the text, and formed the commentary from his own elevated taste,
fancy, and judgment."
The exhibition of his Orpheus, the companion-statue to his
Eurydice, in his twentieth year, gave commencement to Canova's success and
reputation, and proved the devotion with which he had applied himself to
the study of the anatomy of life, to whatever he observed to be striking
in the attitudes of living men, in the expression of their countenances,
in "the sculpture of the heart," (Il scolpir del cuore), as
he so beautifully termed it. His style was foreign to prevailing
false taste; but it was so true to Nature that its excellence won him
general admiration.
Rome, the great capital of Art, naturally became the theatre
of his ambition at this period; and, soon after his twenty-third birthday,
he enters on his career in the Eternal City, under the patronage of the
Venetian ambassador, obtained through Falieri's friendship. With
rapture he beheld a mass of marble, which had cost what would equal
sixty-three pounds sterling, arrive at the ambassador's palace, as an
assurance that he would have the material for accomplishing a great work
he had devised. Yet, with an overawed sense of the perfection he now
saw in the remains of ancient sculpture, and believing himself deficient
in the conception of ideal beauty, he studied deeply and worked in secret,
shutting himself up in a room of the ambassador's palace, after each daily
visit to the grand galleries. His Theseus and Minotaur was, at
length, shown; and he was considered to have placed himself at the head of
living sculptors.
Ten successive years of his life, after this triumph, were
devoted to funeral monuments of the Popes Clement the Fourteenth (Ganganelli),
and Clement the Twelfth (Rezzonico). "They were," says his
biographer, "years of unceasing toil and solicitude, both as the affairs
of the artist did not permit of having recourse to the assistance of
inferior workmen, and as he meditated technical improvements and modes of
execution unknown to contemporaries. Much valuable time was thus
lost to all the nobler purposes of study, while the conducting from their
rude and shapeless state to their final and exquisite forms such colossal
masses was no less exhausting to the mind than to the body. The
method, however, which was now first adopted, and subsequently perfected,
not only allowed, in future, exclusive attention to the higher provinces
of art, but enabled this master to produce a greater number of original
works than any other of modern times can boast." These observations
show Canova to have been one of the noblest disciples of perseverance;
slighting the readier triumphs he might have won, by exerting his skill
with the customary appliances, he aimed to invent methods whereby gigantic
works in art might be more readily achieved, both by himself and his
successors: he prescribed for himself the work of a discoverer, and he
magnanimously toiled till he succeeded.
Canova's most perfect works were, of course, accomplished in
his full manhood. These were his Cupid and Psyche, Venus, Perseus,
Napoleon, Boxers, and Hercules and Lichas: creations which have made so
truthfully applicable to his glorious genius the immortal line of Byron:—
"Europe, the world, has but one Canova."
Titles of honour were showered on him during his latter years; among the
rest that of "Marquis of Ischia;" but he esteemed all of them as inferior
to the triumph of his advocacy for the restoration of the precious works
of ancient art to Italy. He was commissioned by the Pope for this
undertaking, and his great name will be imperishably united with the
memory of its success.
To all who are commencing the struggle of life the moral
course of Canova demands equally close imitation, with his persevering
zeal in the attainment of artistic excellence. He ever refused
pecuniary dependence; subjected himself to great disadvantages in carrying
out his designs, rather than submit to such dependence; and when a pension
of three thousand crowns was conferred upon him, towards the close of his
career, he refused to apply any portion of it to his own gratification of
a personal kind, and systematically devoted it, yearly, to premiums for
young competitors in art, instruction of scholars in painting and
sculpture, and pensions for poor and decayed artists. Young reader,
let the words of Canova, on his death-bed, sink deeply into your mind,
that they may actuate your whole life as fully and nobly as they actuated
his own:—"First of all we ought to do our own duty; but—first of all!" |