puff one's own ware, and I
venture to call my verses good for once.
I send them to you directly, because
edition" target="_blank" title="n.远征;探险;迅速">
expedition will render
whatever I
contribute more
valuable: for when you make up your mind
as to how liberally I shall be enabled to give, you must send me a cheque
and I will send the same as the "Product of a Poem" -- so that your light
will shine deservedly. Now, begin proceedings by
reading the poem
to Mrs. Smith, -- by whose judgment I will
cheerfully be bound;
and, with her
approval, second my
endeavour as best you can.
Would, -- for the love of France, -- that this were a "Song of a Wren" --
then should the guineas equal the lines; as it is, do what you
safely may
for the song of a Robin -- Browning -- who is yours very truly,
into the bargain.
`P.S. The copy is so clear and careful that you might, with a good Reader,
print it on Monday, nor need my help for corrections: I shall however
be always at home, and ready at a moment's notice: return the copy,
if you please, as I promised it to my son long ago.'
==
Mr. Smith gave him 100 guineas as the price of the poem.
He wrote
concerning the two longer poems, first probably
at the close of this year, and again in January 1872, to Miss Blagden.
==
`. . . By this time you have got my little book (`Hohenstiel')
and seen for yourself whether I make the best or worst of the case.
I think, in the main, he meant to do what I say, and, but for
weakness, --
grown more
apparent in his last years than
formerly, --
would have done what I say he did not.* I thought badly of him
at the
beginning of his
career, ET POUR CAUSE: better afterward,
on the strength of the promises he made, and gave indications of intending
to
redeem. I think him very weak in the last
miserable year. At his worst
I prefer him to Thiers' best. I am told my little thing is succeeding --
sold 1,400 in the first five days, and before any notice appeared.
I remember that the year I made the little rough
sketch in Rome, '60,
my
account for the last six months with Chapman was -- NIL,
not one copy disposed of! . . .
--
* This
phrase is a little misleading.
--
`. . . I am glad you like what the editor of the Edinburgh
calls my eulogium on the second empire, -- which it is not,
any more than what another wiseacre affirms it to be "a scandalous attack
on the old
constant friend of England" -- it is just what I imagine
the man might, if he pleased, say for himself.'
==
Mr. Browning continues:
==
`Spite of my
ailments and bew
ailments I have just all but finished
another poem of quite another kind, which shall amuse you in the spring,
I hope! I don't go sound asleep at all events. `Balaustion' --
the second
edition is in the press I think I told you.
2,500 in five months, is a good sale for the likes of me.
But I met Henry Taylor (of Artevelde) two days ago at dinner,
and he said he had never gained anything by his books,
which surely is a shame -- I mean, if no buyers mean no readers. . . .'
==
`Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau' was written in Scotland,
where Mr. Browning was the guest of Mr. Ernest Benzon:
having left his sister to the care of M. and Madame Milsand at St.-Aubin.
The
ailment he speaks of consisted, I believe, of a
severe cold.
Another of the occurrences of 1871 was Mr. Browning's election
as Life Governor of the London University.
A passage from a letter dated March 30, '72, bears
striking testimony
to the
constantwarmth of his affections.
==
`. . . The
misfortune, which I did not guess when I accepted the invitation,
is that I shall lose some of the last days of Milsand, who has been here
for the last month: no words can express the love I have for him, you know.
He is
increasingly precious to me. . . . Waring came back the other day,
after thirty years'
absence, the same as ever, -- nearly.
He has been Prime Minister at New Zealand for a year and a half,
but gets tired, and returns home with a poem.'*
--
* `Ranolf and Amohia'.