TO HIS MOTHER.

It is hard from here to be patient with the Government for not taking

a bolder line all round and saying frankly what they want. They are

omnipotent if they would only lead. Now we hear that Carson has

resigned. I can't hitch that on to the conscription crisis, yet it

doesn't say it is from ill-health: it is a puzzle.

Life is as uneventful as usual here. I have nearly finished _The Woman

in White_. It is really one of the best thrillers I've read, and Count

Fosco more than fulfils my expectations: I wonder if Haldane keeps

white mice. I have also finished Tennyson. I have read him right

through in the course of the year, which is much the best way to read

a poet, as you can follow the development of his thoughts. His mind,

to my thinking, was profound but not of very wide range, and strangely

abstract. His only pressing intellectual problems are those of

immortality and evil, and he reached his point of view on those before

he was forty. He never advances or recedes from the position

summarised in the preface to "In Memoriam," d. 1849. The result is

that his later work lacks the inspiration of restlessness and

discovery, and he tends to put more and more of his genius into the

technique of his verse and less into the meaning. The versification is

marvellous, but one gets tired of it, and he often has nothing to say

and has to spin out commonplaces in rich language. One feels this even

in the "Idylls of the King," which are the best of his later or middle

long efforts: they are artificial, not impulsive; Virgil, not Homer;

Meredith calls them 'dandiacal flutings,' which is an exaggeration.

But I can quite see how irritating Tennyson must be to ardent sceptics

like Meredith and the school which is now in the ascendant. To them a

poet is essentially a rebel, and Tennyson refused to be a rebel. That

is why they can't be fair to him and accuse him of being superficial.

I think that a very shallow criticism of him. He saw and states the

whole rebels' position--"In Memoriam" is largely a debate between the

Shelley-Swinburne point of view and the Christian. Only he states it

so abstractly that to people familiar with Browning's concrete and

humanised dialectic it seems cold and artificial. But it's really his

sincerest and deepest thought, and he deliberately rejects the rebel

position as intellectually and morally untenable: and adopts a

position of aquiescent agnosticism on the problem of evil subject to

an unshakeable faith in immortality and the Love of God. This is a

red rag to your Swinburnes. That is why I asked you to send me

Swinburne, as I want to get to the bottom of his position. Shelley's I

know, and it is, in my opinion a much more obvious, easier, and more

superficial one than Tennyson's: besides being based on a distorted

view of Christianity. Shelley in fact wanted to abolish Christianity

as the first step towards teaching men to be Christian.

Of all the agnostics, Meredith is the one that appeals to me most: but

I've not read his poetry, which I believe has much more of his

philosophy in it than his novels have.

_P.S._ I have just seen your appeal in the _Hampshire Herald_ for £500

for a motor ambulance boat, in which you say the Red Cross have

already sent us two such boats. All I can say is that nobody in this

regiment has ever seen or heard of these boats: and they certainly

have not been used for transporting sick and wounded either from

Nasiriyah or from Kut. If they were in Mesopotamia at all, it is

incredible that we shouldn't have heard of them.

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