No More Learning

At the same
time, it must be remembered that it is only for a much shorter
period that they have been fully at work. And wretched as with
one great exception is their state, it must be allowed that the
actual amount of ancient remains preserved in the Leonine and
Sixtine cities is certainly above the average amount of such re-
mains in Roman cities elsewhere.
THE CONTINUITY OF ENGLISH HISTORY
From Historical Essays of Edward A. Freeman,' First Series. London,
Macmillan & Co. , 1871
A
COMPARISON between the histories of England, France, and
Germany, as regards their political development, would be
a subject well worth working out in detail. Each country
started with much that was common to all three, while the sep-
arate course of each has been wholly different. The distinctive
character of English history is its continuity. No broad gap sep-
arates the present from the past. If there is any point at which
a line between the present and the past is to be drawn, it is at
all events not to be drawn at the point where a superficial glance
might perhaps induce us to draw it, at the Norman invasion in
1066. At first sight, that event might seem to separate us from
all before it in a way to which there is no analogy in the his-
tory either of our own or of kindred lands. Neither France nor
Germany ever saw any event to be compared to the Norman
Conquest. Neither of them has ever received a permanent dy-
nasty of foreign kings; neither has seen its lands divided among
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every position of wealth or dignity. England, alone of the
three, has undergone a real and permanent foreign conquest.
One might have expected that the greatest of all possible histori-
cal chasms would have divided the ages before and the ages after
such an event. Yet in truth modern England has practically far
more to do with the England of the West-Saxon kings than mod-
ern France or Germany has to do with the Gaul and Germany
of Charles the Great, or even of much more recent times. The
England of the age before the Norman Conquest is indeed, in
all external respects, widely removed from us. But the England
of the age immediately succeeding the Norman Conquest is
something more widely removed still. The age when English-
men dwelt in their own land as a conquered race, when their
name and tongue were badges of contempt and slavery, when
England was counted for little more than an accession of power
to the Duke of Rouen in his struggle with the King of Paris, is
an age than which we can conceive none more alien to every
feeling and circumstance of our own.
When, then, did the England in which we still live and move
have its beginning? Where are we to draw the broad line, if
any line is to be drawn, between the present and the past? We
answer, In the great creative and destructive age of Europe and
of civilized Asia- the thirteenth century. The England of Rich-
ard Cœur de Lion is an England which is past forever; but the
England of Edward the First is essentially the still living Eng-
land in which we have our own being. Up to the thirteenth
century our history is the domain of antiquaries; from that point
it becomes the domain of lawyers. A law of King Alfred's
Witenagemót is a valuable link in the chain of our political
progress, but it could not have been alleged as any legal author-
ity by the accusers of Strafford or the defenders of the Seven
Bishops. A statute of Edward the First is quite another matter.
Unless can be shown to have been repealed by some later
statute, it is just as good to this day as a statute of Queen Vic-
toria. In the earlier period we may indeed trace the rudiments
of our laws, our language, our political institutions; but from
the thirteenth century onwards we see the things themselves, in
that very essence which we all agree in wishing to retain, though
successive generations have wrought improvement in many
points of detail and may have left many others capable of further
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Let us illustrate our meaning by the greatest of all examples.
Since the first Teutonic settlers landed on her shores, England
has never known full and complete submission to a single will.
Some Assembly, Witenagemót, Great Council, or Parliament, there
has always been, capable of checking the caprices of tyrants and
of speaking, with more or less of right, in the name of the na-
tion. From Hengest to Victoria, England has always had what
we may fairly call a parliamentary constitution. Normans, Tu-
dors, and Stewarts might suspend or weaken it, but they could
not wholly sweep it away. Our Old-English Witenagemóts, our
Norman Great Councils, are matters of antiquarian research,
whose exact constitution it puzzles our best antiquaries fully to
explain. But from the thirteenth century onwards we have a
veritable Parliament, essentially as we see it before our own
eyes. In the course of the fourteenth century every funda-
mental constitutional principle becomes fully recognized. The best
worthies of the seventeenth century struggled, not for the estab-
lishment of anything new, but for the preservation of what even
then was already old. It is on the Great Charter that we still
rest the foundation of all our rights. And no later parliament-
ary reformer has ever wrought or proposed so vast a change as
when Simon of Montfort, by a single writ, conferred their parlia-
mentary being upon the cities and boroughs of England.
This continuity of English history from the very beginning is
a point which cannot be too strongly insisted on, but it is its
special continuity from the thirteenth century onwards which
forms the most instructive part of the comparison between Eng-
lish history and the history of Germany and France. At the
time of the Norman Conquest the many small Teutonic king-
doms in Britain had grown into the one Teutonic kingdom of
England, rich in her barbaric greatness and barbaric freedom,
with the germs, but as yet only the germs, of every institution.
which we most dearly prize. At the close of the thirteenth cen-
tury we see the England with which we are still familiar, young
indeed and tender, but still possessing more than the germs,-
the very things themselves. She has already King, Lords, and
Commons; she has a King, mighty indeed and honored, but who
may neither ordain laws nor impose taxes against the will of his
people. She has Lords with high hereditary powers, but Lords
who are still only the foremost rank of the people, whose child-
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order any Englishman may be raised. She has a Commons still
diffident in the exercise of new-born rights; but a Commons
whose constitution and whose powers we have altered only by
gradual changes of detail; a Commons which, if it sometimes
shrank from hard questions of State, was at least resolved that
no man should take their money without their leave. The courts
of justice, the great offices of State, the chief features of local
administration, have assumed, or are rapidly assuming, the form
whose essential character they still retain. The struggle with
Papal Rome has already begun; doctrines and ceremonies indeed.
remain as yet unchallenged, but statute after statute is passed to
restrain the abuses and exactions of the ever-hateful Roman
court. The great middle class of England is rapidly forming; a
middle class not, as elsewhere, confined to a few great cities, but
spread, in the form of a minor gentry and a wealthy yeomanry,
over the whole face of the land. Villanage still exists, but both
law and custom are paving the way for that gradual and silent
extinction of it, which without any formal abolition of the legal
status left, three centuries later, not a legal villain among us.
With this exception, there was in theory equal law for all
classes, and imperfectly as the theory may have been carried out,
it was at least far less imperfectly so than in any other king-
dom. Our language was fast taking its present shape; English,
in the main intelligible at the present day, was the speech of the
mass of the people, and it was soon to expel French from the
halls of princes and nobles. England at the close of the century
is, for the first time since the Conquest, ruled by a prince bear-
ing a purely English name, and following a purely English pol-
icy. Edward the First was no doubt as despotic as he could
be or dared to be; so was every prince of those days who could
not practice the superhuman righteousness of St. Lewis. But he
ruled over a people who knew how to keep even his despotism
within bounds. The legislator of England, the conqueror of
Wales and Scotland, seems truly like an old Bretwalda or West-
Saxon Basileus, sitting once more on the throne of Cerdic and
of Ælfred. The modern English nation is now fully formed; it
stands ready for those struggles for French dominion in the two
following centuries, which, utterly unjust and fruitless as they
were, still proved indirectly the confirmation of our liberties at
home, and which forever fixed the national character for good
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Let us here sketch out a comparison between the history and
institutions of England and those of France and Germany. As
we before said, our modern Parliament is traced up in an un-
broken line to the early Great Council, and to the still earlier
Witenagemót. The latter institution, widely different as it is
from the earlier, has not been substituted for the earlier, but has
grown out of it.
It would be ludicrous to look for any such
continuity between the Diet of ambassadors which meets at
Frankfurt and the Assemblies which met to obey Henry the Third
and to depose Henry the Fourth. And how stands the case in
France? France has tried constitutional government in all its
shapes; in its old Teutonic, in its mediæval, and in all its modern
forms Kings with one Chamber and Kings with two, Republics
without Presidents and Republics with, Conventions, Directories,
Consulates, and Empires. All of these have been separate ex-
periments; all have failed; there is no historical continuity be-
tween any of them. Charles the Great gathered his Great Council
around him year by year; his successors in the Eastern Francia,
the Kings of the Teutonic Kingdom, went on doing so long after-
wards. But in Gaul, in Western Francia, after it fell away from
the common centre, no such assembly could be gathered together.
The kingdom split into fragments; every province did what was
right in its own eyes; Aquitaine and Toulouse had neither fear
nor love enough for their nominal King to contribute any mem-
bers to a Council of his summoning. Philip the Fair, for his own
convenience, summoned the States-General. But the States-Gen-
eral were no historical continuation of the old Frankish Assem-
blies; they were a new institution of his own, devised, it may be,
in imitation of the English Parliament or of the Spanish Cortes.
From that time the French States-General ran a brilliant and a
fitful course. Very different indeed were they from the homely
Parliaments of England. Our stout knights and citizens were alto-
gether guiltless of political theories. They had no longing after
great and comprehensive measures. But if they saw any prac-
tical abuses in the land, the King could get no money out of
them till he set matters right again. If they saw a bad law, they
demanded its alteration; if they saw a wicked minister, they de-
manded his dismissal. It is this sort of bit-by-bit reform, going
on for six hundred years, which has saved us alike from mag-
nificent theories and from massacres in the cause of humanity.
Both were as familiar in France in the fourteenth and fifteenth
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centuries as ever they were at the close of the eighteenth. The
demands of the States-General, and of what we may call the lib-
eral party in France generally, throughout those two centuries, are
as wide in their extent, and as neatly expressed, as any modern
constitution from 1791 to 1848. But while the English Parlia-
ment, meeting year after year, made almost every year some small
addition or other to the mass of our liberties, the States-General,
meeting only now and then, effected nothing lasting, and gradu-
ally sank into as complete disuse as the old Frankish Assemblies.
By the time of the revolution of 1789, their constitution and mode
of proceeding had become matters of antiquarian curiosity. Of
later attempts, National Assemblies, National Conventions, Cham-
bers of Deputies, we need not speak. They have risen and they
have fallen, while the House of Lords and the House of Com-
mons have gone on undisturbed.
RACE AND LANGUAGE
From Historical Essays of Edward A. Freeman,› First Series. London,
Macmillan & Co. , 1871
H
AVING ruled that races and nations, though largely formed by
the working of an artificial law, are still real and living
things, groups in which the idea of kindred is the idea
around which everything has grown,-how are we to define our
races and our nations? How are we to mark them off one from
the other? Bearing in mind the cautions and qualifications which
have been already given, bearing in mind large classes of excep-
tions which will presently be spoken of, I say unhesitatingly that
for practical purposes there is one test, and one only; and that
that test is language.
It is hardly needful to show that races and nations cannot be
defined by the merely political arrangements which group men
under various governments. For some purposes of ordinary lan-
guage, for some purposes of ordinary politics, we are tempted,
sometimes driven, to take this standard. And in some parts of
the world, in our own Western Europe for instance, nations and
governments do in a rough way fairly answer to one another.
And in any case, political divisions are not without their influ
ence on the formation of national divisions, while national divis
ions ought to have the greatest influence on political divisions.


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That is to say, prima facie a nation and a government should
coincide. I say only prima facie, for this is assuredly no inflex-
ible rule; there are often good reasons why it should be other-
wise; only, whenever it is otherwise, there should be some good
reason forthcoming. It might even be true that in no case did
a government and a nation exactly coincide, and yet it would
none the less be the rule that a government and a nation should
coincide. That is to say, so far as a nation and a government
coincide, we accept it as the natural state of things, and ask no
question as to the cause; so far as they do not coincide, we mark
the case as exceptional by asking what is the cause. And by say-
ing that a government and a nation should coincide, we mean
that as far as possible the boundaries of governments should be
so laid out as to agree with the boundaries of nations. That is,
we assume the nation as something already existing, something
primary, to which the secondary arrangements of government
should as far as possible conform. How then do we define the
nation which is, if there is no special reason to the contrary, to
fix the limits of a government? Primarily, I say, as a rule,-
but a rule subject to exceptions, as a prima facie standard,
subject to special reasons to the contrary, we define the nation
by language. We may at least apply the test negatively. It
would be unsafe to rule that all speakers of the same language
must have a common nationality; but we may safely say that
where there is not community of language, there is no common
nationality in the highest sense. It is true that without com-
munity of language there may be an artificial nationality, a
nationality which may be good for all political purposes, and
which may engender a common national feeling. Still, this is
not quite the same thing as that fuller national unity which is
felt where there is community of language.
―
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In fact, mankind instinctively takes language as the badge of
nationality. We so far take it as the badge, that we instinct-
ively assume community of language as a nation as the rule,
and we set down anything that departs from that rule as an ex-
ception. The first idea suggested by the word Frenchman, or
German, or any other national name, is that he is a man who
speaks French or German as his mother tongue. We take for
granted, in the absence of anything to make us think otherwise,
that a Frenchman is a speaker of French and that a speaker of
French is a Frenchman. Where in any case it is otherwise, we
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Again, the rule is none the less the rule nor the exceptions the
exceptions, because the exceptions may easily outnumber the in-
stances which conform to the rule. The rule is still the rule,
because we take the instances which conform to it as a matter
of course, while in every case which does not conform to it we
ask for the explanation. All the larger countries of Europe pro-
vide us with exceptions; but we treat them all as exceptions.
We do not ask why a native of France speaks French. But
when a native of France speaks as his mother tongue some other
tongue than French, when French, or something which popularly
passes for French, is spoken as his mother tongue by some one
who is not a native of France, we at once ask the reason. And
the reason will be found in each case in some special historical
cause, which withdraws that case from the operation of the gen-
eral law. A very good reason can be given why French, or
something which popularly passes for French, is spoken in parts
of Belgium and Switzerland whose inhabitants are certainly not
Frenchmen. But the reason has to be given, and it may fairly
be asked.
In the like sort, if we turn to our own country, whenever
within the bounds of Great Britain we find any tongue spoken
other than English, we at once ask the reason and we learn the
special historic cause. In a part of France and a part of Great
Britain we find tongues spoken which differ alike from English
and from French, but which are strongly akin to one another.
We find that these are the survivals of a group of tongues once
common to Gaul and Britain, but which the settlement of other
nations, the introduction and the growth of other tongues, have
brought down to the level of survivals. So again we find islands
which both speech and geographical position seem to mark as
French, but which are dependencies, and loyal dependencies, of
the English crown. We soon learn the cause of the phenomenon
which seems so strange. Those islands are the remains of a
State and a people which adopted the French tongue, but which,
while it remained one, did not become a part of the French
State. That people brought England by force of arms under the
rule of their own sovereigns. The greater part of that people
were afterwards conquered by France, and gradually became
French in feeling as well as in language. But a remnant clave
to their connection with the land which their forefathers had
conquered, and that remnant, while keeping the French tongue,
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Norman Islands, is a specially instructive one. Normandy and
England were politically connected, while language and geog-
raphy pointed rather to a union between Normandy and France.
In the case of Continental Normandy, where the geographical
tie was strongest, language and geography together would carry
the day, and the Continental Norman became a Frenchman.
the islands, where the geographical tie was less strong, political
traditions and manifest interest carried the day against language
and a weaker geographical tie. The insular Norman did not
become a Frenchman. But neither did he become an English-
man. He alone remained Norman, keeping his own tongue and
his own laws, but attached to the English crown by a tie at once
of tradition and of advantage. Between States of the relative
size of England and the Norman Islands, the relation naturally
becomes a relation of dependence on the part of the smaller
members of the union. But it is well to remember that our
forefathers never conquered the forefathers of the men of the
Norman Islands, but that their forefathers did once conquer ours.
These instances and countless others bear out the position,
that while community of language is the most obvious sign of
common nationality,-while it is the main element, or something
more than an element, in the formation of nationality, the rule
is open to exceptions of all kinds; and that the influence of lan-
guage is at all times liable to be overruled by other influences.
But all the exceptions confirm the rule, because we specially
remark those cases which contradict the rule, and we do not
specially remark those cases which do conform to it.
THE NORMAN COUNCIL AND THE ASSEMBLY OF LILLEBONNE
From The History of the Norman Conquest of England'
THE
case of William had thus to be brought to bear on the
minds of his own people, on the minds of the neighboring
countries whence he invited and looked for volunteers, on
the minds of the foreign princes whose help or at least whose
neutrality he asked for, and above all, on the minds of the
Roman Pontiff and his advisers. The order of these various
negotiations is not very clear, and in all probability all were
being carried on at once. But there is little doubt that William's
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crown, or whatever else was the exact purport of the English
King's answer, was to lay the matter before a select body of
his most trusted counselors. The names of most of the men
whom William thus honored with his special confidence are
already familiar to us. They were the men of his own blood, the
friends of his youth, the faithful vassals who had fought at his
side against French invaders and Norman rebels. There was
his brother, Robert, Count of Mortain, the lord of the castle by
the waterfalls, the spoil of the banished Warling. And there
was one closer than a brother,—the proud William the son of
Osbern, the son of the faithful guardian of his childhood. There,
perhaps the only priest in that gathering of warriors, was his
other brother, Odo of Bayeux, soon to prove himself a warrior
as stout of heart and as strong of arm as any of his race. There
too, not otherwise renowned, was Iwun-al-Chapel, the husband
of the sister of William, Robert, and Odo. There was a kins-
man, nearer in legitimate succession to the stock of Rolf than
William himself,- Richard of Evreux, the son of Robert the
Archbishop, the grandson of Richard the Fearless. There was
the true kinsman and vassal who guarded the frontier fortress
of Eu, the brother of the traitor Busac and of the holy prelate of
Lisieux. There was Roger of Beaumont, who rid the world of
Roger of Toesny, and Ralph, the worthier grandson of that old.
foe of Normandy and mankind. There was Ralph's companion
in banishment, Hugh of Grantmesnil, and Roger of Montgomery,
the loyal son-in-law of him who cursed the Bastard in his cradle.
There too were the other worthies of the day of Mortemar, Wal-
ter Giffard and Hugh of Montfort, and William of Warren, the
valiant youth who had received the chiefest guerdon of that
memorable ambush. These men, chiefs of the great houses of
Normandy, founders, some of them, of greater houses in England,
were gathered together at their sovereign's bidding. They were
to be the first to share his counsels in the enterprise which he
was planning, an enterprise planned against the land which with.
so many in that assembly was to become a second home, a home
perhaps all the more cherished that it was won by the might of
their own right hands.
――――
To this select Council the duke made his first appeal. He
told them, what some of them at least knew well already, of the
wrongs which he had suffered from Harold of England. It was
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chastise the wrong-doer. With the help of God and with the
loyal service of his faithful Normans, he doubted not his power
to do what he purposed. He had gathered them together to
know their minds upon the matter. Did they approve of his
purpose? Did they deem the enterprise within his power? Were
they ready themselves to help him to the uttermost to recover
his right? The answer of the Norman leaders, the personal
kinsmen and friends of their sovereign, was wise and constitu-
tional. They approved his purpose; they deemed that the enter-
prise was not beyond the power of Normandy to accomplish.
The valor of the Norman knighthood, the wealth of the Norman
Church, was fully enough to put their duke in possession of all
that he claimed. Their own personal service they pledged at
once; they would follow him to the war; they would pledge, they
would sell, their lands to cover the costs of the expedition. But
they would not answer for others. Where all were to share in
the work, all ought to share in the counsel. Those whom the
duke had gathered together were not the whole baronage of
Normandy. There were other wise and brave men in the duchy,
whose arms were as strong, and whose counsel would be as sage,
as those of the chosen party to whom he spoke. Let the duke
call a larger meeting of all the barons of his duchy, and lay his
designs before them.
The duke hearkened to this advice, and he at once sent forth
a summons for the gathering of a larger Assembly. This is the
only time when we come across any details of the proceedings of
a Norman Parliament. And we at once see how widely the
political condition of Normandy differed from that of England.
We see how much further England had advanced, or more truly,
how much further Normandy had gone back, in the path of
political freedom. The Norman Assembly which assembled to
discuss the war against England was a widely different body
from the Great Gemót which had voted for the restoration of
Godwine. Godwine had made his speech before the King and
all the people of the land. That people had met under the
canopy of heaven, beneath the walls of the greatest city of the
realm. But in William's Assembly we hear of none but barons.
The old Teutonic constitution had wholly died away from the
memories of the descendants of the men who followed Rolf and
Harold Blaatand, The immemorial democracy had passed away,
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arisen.
There was no Third Estate, because the personal right
of every freeman to attend had altogether vanished, while the
idea of the representation of particular privileged towns had not
yet been heard of. And if the Third Order was wanting, the
First Order was at least less prominent than it was in other
lands. The wealth of the Church had been already pointed out
as an important element in the duke's ways and means, and both
the wealth and the personal prowess of the Norman clergy were,
when the day came, freely placed at William's disposal. The
peculiar tradition of Norman Assemblies, which shut out the
clergy from all share in the national deliberations, seems now to
have been relaxed. It is implied rather than asserted that the
bishops of Normandy were present in the Assembly which now
met; but it is clear that the main stress of the debates fell on
the lay barons, and that the spirit of the Assembly was a spirit
which was especially theirs.
Narrow as was the constitution of the Assembly, it showed,
when it met, no lack either of political foresight or of parliament-
ary boldness.
In a society so aristocratically constituted as that
of Normandy was, the nobles are in truth, in a political sense, the
people, and we must expect to find in any gathering of nobles
both the virtues and the vices of a real Popular Assembly. Will-
iam had already consulted his Senate; he had now to bring his
resolution, fortified by their approval, before the body which came
as near as any body in Normandy could come to the character of
an Assembly of the Norman people. The valiant gentlemen of
Normandy, as wary as they were valiant, proved good guardians
of the public purse, trusty keepers of what one knows not whether
to call the rights of the nation or the privileges of their order.
The duke laid his case before them. He told once more the tale
of his own rights and of the wrong which Harold had done him.
He said that his own mind was to assert his rights by force of
arms. He would fain enter England in the course of the year
on which they had entered. But without their help he could do
nothing. Of his own he had neither ships enough nor men enough
for such an enterprise. He would not ask whether they would
help nim in such a cause. He took their zeal and loyalty for
granted; he asked only how many ships, how many men, each
of his hearers would bring as a free-will offering.
A Norman Assembly was not a body to be surprised into a
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was brought to bear upon it. The barons asked for time to
consider of their answer. They would debate among themselves,
and they would let him know the conclusion to which they came.
William was obliged to consent to this delay, and the Assembly
broke up into knots, greater or smaller, each eagerly discussing
the great question. Parties of fifteen, twenty, thirty, forty, sixty,
a hundred, gathered round this or that energetic speaker. Some
professed their readiness to follow the duke; others were in debt,
and were too poor to venture on such hazards. Other speakers
set forth the dangers and difficulties of the enterprise. Normandy
could not conquer England; their fair and flourishing land would
be ruined by the attempt. The conquest of England was an
undertaking beyond the power of a Roman emperor. Harold and
his land were rich; they had wealth to take foreign kings and
dukes into their service; their own forces were in mere numbers
such as Normandy could not hope to strive against. They had
abundance of tried soldiers, and above all, they had a mighty
fleet, with crews skilled beyond other men in all that pertained
to the warfare of the sea. How could a fleet be raised, how
could the sailors be gathered together, how could they be taught,
within a year's space, to cope with such an enemy? The feeling
of the Assembly was distinctly against so desperate an enterprise
as the invasion of England. It seemed as if the hopes and
schemes of William were about to be shattered in their begin-
ning through the opposition of his own subjects.
A daring though cunning attempt was now made by William
Fitz-Osbern, the duke's nearest personal friend, to cajole the
Assembly into an assent to his master's will. He appealed to
their sense of feudal honor; they owed the duke service for their
fiefs: let them come forward and do with a good heart all, and
more than all, that their tenure of their fiefs bound them to.
Let not their sovereign be driven to implore the services of his
subjects. Let them rather forestall his will; let them win his
favor by ready offerings even beyond their power to fulfill. He
enlarged on the character of the lord with whom they had to
deal. William's jealous temper would not brook disappointment
at their hands. It would be the worse for them in the end, if
the duke should ever have to say that he had failed in his enter-
prise because they had failed in readiness to support him.
The language of William Fitz-Osbern seems to have startled
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The barons prayed him to be their spokesman with the duke.
He knew their minds and could speak for them all, and they
would be bound by what he said. But they gave him no direct
commission to bind them to any consent to the duke's demand.
Their words indeed tended ominously the other way; they feared
the sea,-
so changed was the race which had once manned the
ships of Rolf and Harold Blaatand, and they were not bound
to serve beyond it.
-
-
A point seemed to have been gained, by the seeming license
given by the Assembly to the duke's most intimate friend to
speak as he would in the name of the whole baronage. William
Fitz-Osbern now spoke to the duke. He began with an exordium
of almost cringing loyalty, setting forth how great was the zeal
and affection of the Normans for their prince, and how there
was no danger which they would not willingly undergo in his
service. But the orator soon overshot his mark. He promised,
in the name of the whole Assembly, that every man would not
only cross the sea with the duke, but would bring with him
double the contingent to which his holding bound him. The
lord of twenty knights' fees would serve with forty knights, and
the lord of a hundred with two hundred. He himself, of his love
and zeal, would furnish sixty ships, well equipped, and filled with
fighting men.
The barons now felt themselves taken in a snare. They were
in nearly the same case as the king against whom they were
called on to march. They had indeed promised; they had com-
missioned William Fitz-Osbern to speak in their names. But
their commission had been stretched beyond all reasonable con-
struction; their spokesman had pledged them to engagements
which had never entered into their minds. Loud shouts of dis-
sent rose through the hall. The mention of serving with double
the regular contingent awakened special indignation. With a
true parliamentary instinct, the Norman barons feared lest a con-
sent to this demand should be drawn into a precedent, and lest
their fiefs should be forever burthened with this double service.
The shouts grew louder; the whole hall was in confusion; no
speaker could be heard; no man would hearken to reason or
render a reason for himself.
The rash speech of William Fitz-Osbern had thus destroyed
all hope of a regular parliamentary consent on the part of the
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by the hazardous experiment of his seneschal. It is even possi-
ble that the manœuvre may have been concerted beforehand
between him and his master. It was not likely that any per-
suasion could have brought the Assembly as a body to agree
to the lavish offer of volunteer service which was put into its
mouth by William Fitz-Osbern. There was no hope of carrying
any such vote on a formal division. But the confusion which
followed the speech of the seneschal hindered any formal divis-
ion from being taken. The Assembly, in short, as an assembly,
was broken up. The fagot was unloosed, and the sticks could
now be broken one by one. The baronage of Normandy had
lost all the strength of union; they were brought, one by one,
within the reach of the personal fascinations of their sovereign.
William conferred with each man apart; he employed all his arts
on minds which, when no longer strengthened by the sympathy
of a crowd, could not refuse anything that he asked.
He pledged
himself that the doubling of their services should not become a
precedent; no man's fief should be burthened with any charge
beyond what it had borne from time immemorial. Men thus
personally appealed to, brought in this way within the magic
sphere of princely influence, were no longer slack to promise;
and having once promised, they were not slack to fulfill. William
had more than gained his point. If he had not gained the for-
mal sanction of the Norman baronage to his expedition, he had
won over each individual Norman baron to serve him as a vol-
unteer. And wary as ever, William took heed that no man who
had promised should draw back from his promise. His scribes
and clerks were at hand, and the number of ships and soldiers
promised by each baron was at once set down in a book. A
Domesday of the conquerors was in short drawn up in the ducal
hall at Lillebonne, a forerunner of the greater Domesday of the
conquered, which twenty years later was brought to King William
of England in his royal palace at Winchester.
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(1810-1876)
N TIMES of political degradation the poets of Germany, turning
from their own surroundings, have sought poetical material
either in the glories of a dim past or in the exotic splendors
of remote lands. Goethe, disquieted by the French Revolution, took
up Chinese and Persian studies; the romantic poets revivified the pict-
uresqueness of the Middle Ages; and during the second quarter of
this century the Orient began to exercise a potent charm. Platen
wrote his beautiful Gaselen,' Rückert sang in Persian measure and
translated the Indian Sakuntala,' and Bo-
denstedt fashioned the dainty songs of
"Mirza-Schaffy. " Freiligrath too, a child of
his time, entered upon his literary career
with poems which took their themes from
distant climes. Among his earliest verses
after 'Moosthee' (Iceland-Moss Tea), written
at the age of sixteen, were 'Africa,' 'Der
Scheik am Sinai' (The Sheik on Sinai), and
'Der Löwenritt' (The Lion's Ride). Even
in these early poems, we find all that brill-
iancy of Oriental imagery to which he tells
us he had been inspired by much poring
over an illustrated Bible in his childhood.
But Freiligrath, like Uhland and Her-
wegh, was a man of action and a patriot. The revolution of 1848 had
brought fresh breezes into the stagnation of political life; and though
they soon were stilled again, the men who had breathed that air
ceased to be the dreamers of dreams that the romantic poets had
been. They were conscious of a mission, and became the robust
heralds of a larger and a freer time.
Freiligrath was a schoolmaster's son; he was born at Detmold on
June 17th, 1810, and much against his private inclinations, he was
sent in his sixteenth year to an uncle in Soest to prepare himself for
a mercantile career. The death of his father threw him upon his own
resources, and he took a position in an Amsterdam bank. Here the
inspiration of the sea widened the range of his poetic fancy. To
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public through the pages of the Musenalmanach. This was in 1835.
In 1838 appeared the first volume of his poems, and it won instant
and unusual favor; Gutzkow called him the German Hugo. With this
encouragement Freiligrath definitely abandoned mercantile life. In
1841 he married. At the suggestion of Alexander von Humboldt, the
King of Prussia granted him a royal pension; and as no conditions
were attached, it was accepted. This was a bitter disappointment to
the ardent revolutionary poets, who had counted Freiligrath as one of
themselves; but the turbulent times which preceded the revolution
soon forced him into an open declaration of principles, and although
he had said in one of his poems that the poet was above all party,
in 1844, influenced by Hoffmann von Fallersleben, he resigned his
pension, announced his position, and in May published a volume of
revolutionary poems entitled 'Mein Glaubensbekenntniss' (My Con-
fession of Faith). This book created the wildest enthusiasm, and
placed its author at once in the front rank of the people's partisans.
He fled to Brussels, and in 1846 published under the title of 'Ça Ira'
six new songs, which were a trumpet-call to revolution. The poet
deemed it prudent to retire to London, and he was about to accept
an invitation from Longfellow to cross the ocean when the revolu-
tion broke out, and he returned to Düsseldorf to put himself at the
head of the democratic party on the Rhine. But he was a poet and
not a leader, and he indiscreetly exposed himself to arrest by an
inflammatory poem, 'Die Todten an die Lebenden' (The Dead to the
Living). The jury however acquitted him, and he at once assumed
the management of the New Rhenish Gazette at Cologne.
It is a curious fact that during this agitated time Freiligrath
wrote some of his tenderest poetry. In the collection which appeared
in 1849 with the title 'Zwischen den Garben' (Between the Sheaves),
was included that exquisite hymn to love: 'Oh, Love So Long as Love
Thou Canst,' perhaps the most perfect of all his lyrical productions,
and certainly evidence that the poet could touch the strings to deep
emotions. In the following year both volumes of his 'New Political
and Social Poems' were ready. Once more he prudently retired to
London; his fears were confirmed by the immediate confiscation of
these new volumes, and by the publication of a letter of apprehen-
sion. By way of reprisal he wrote his poem 'The Revolution,' which
was published in London.
In 1867 the Swiss bank with which Freiligrath was connected
closed its London branch, and the poet again faced an uncertain
future. His friends on the Rhine, hearing of his difficulties, raised a
generous subscription, and taking advantage of a general amnesty, he
returned to the fatherland and became associated with the Stuttgart
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poems; in 1876, 'New Poems'; and in the latter year, on March 18th,
he died at Cannstatt in Würtemburg.
The question which Freiligrath asks the emigrants in his early
poem of that name, 'O say, why seek ye other lands? — was des-
tined to find frequent and bitter answer in his own checkered career;
but he never swerved from the liberal principles which he had pub-
licly announced. His political poems were among the most powerful
influences of his time, and they have a permanent value as the
expression of the spirit of freedom. His translations are marvels of
fidelity and beauty. His Hiawatha' and 'The Ancient Mariner,'
together with his versions of Victor Hugo, are perhaps the best ex-
amples of his surpassing skill. His own works have been for the
most part excellently translated into English. His daughter published
during her father's lifetime a volume of his poems, in which were
collected all the best English translations then available. The exotic
subjects of his early poems make them seem the most original, as
for example 'Der Mohrenfürst' (The Moorish Prince) and 'Der
Blumen Rache' (The Revenge of the Flowers); the unusual rhymes
hold the attention, and the sonorous melody of the verse delights the
ear: but it is in a few of his superb love lyrics that he touches the
highest point of his genius, although his fame continues to rest upon
his impassioned songs of freedom and his name to be associated with
the rich imagery of the Orient.
THE EMIGRANTS
CANNOT take my eyes away
I
From you, ye busy, bustling band,
Your little all to see you lay
Each in the waiting boatman's hand.
Ye men, that from your necks set down
Your heavy baskets on the earth,
Of bread, from German corn baked brown
By German wives on German hearth,-
And you, with braided tresses neat,
Black-Forest maidens, slim and brown,
How careful on the sloop's green seat
You set your pails and pitchers down!
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By far Missouri's silent banks
Shall these the scenes of home renew,-
-
The stone-rimmed fount in village street
Where oft ye stooped to chat and draw,-
The hearth, and each familiar seat,-
The pictured tiles your childhood saw.
Soon, in the far and wooded West
Shall log-house walls therewith be graced;
Soon many a tired tawny guest
Shall sweet refreshment from them taste.
From them shall drink the Cherokee,
Faint with the hot and dusty chase;
No more from German vintage, ye
Shall bear them home, in leaf-crowned grace.
O say, why seek ye other lands?
The Neckar's vale hath wine and corn;
Full of dark firs the Schwarzwald stands;
In Spessart rings the Alp-herd's horn.
Ah, in strange forests you will yearn
For the green mountains of your home,-
To Deutschland's yellow wheat-fields turn,—
In spirit o'er her vine-hills roam.
How will the form of days grown pale
In golden dreams float softly by,
Like some old legendary tale,
Before fond memory's moistened eye!
The boatman calls,-go hence in peace!
God bless you,- wife, and child, and sire!
Bless all your fields with rich increase,
And crown each faithful heart's desire!
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WHA
THE LION'S RIDE
WHAT! wilt thou bind him fast with a chain?
Wilt bind the king of the cloudy sands?
Idiot fool! he has burst from thy hands and bands,
And speeds like Storm through his far domain.
See! he crouches down in the sedge,
By the water's edge,
Making the startled sycamore boughs to quiver!
Gazelle and giraffe, I think, will shun that river.
Not so! The curtain of evening falls,
And the Caffre, mooring his light canoe
To the shore, glides down through the hushed karroo,
And the watch-fires burn in the Hottentot kraals,
And the antelope seeks a bed in the bush
Till dawn shall blush,
And the zebra stretches his limbs by the tinkling fountain,
And the changeful signals fade from the Table Mountain.
Now look through the dusk! What seest thou now?
Seest such a tall giraffe! She stalks,
All majesty, through the desert walks,-
In search of water to cool her tongue and brow.
From tract to tract of the limitless waste
Behold her haste!
Till, bowing her long neck down, she buries her face in
The reeds, and kneeling, drinks from the river's basin.
But look again! look! see once more
Those globe-eyes glare! The gigantic reeds
Lie cloven and trampled like puniest weeds,—
The lion leaps on the drinker's neck with a roar!
Oh, what a racer' Can any behold,
'Mid the housings of gold
In the stables of kings, dyes half so splendid
As those on the brindled hide of yon wild animal
blended?
Greedily fleshes the lion his teeth
In the breast of his writhing prey; around
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Hark, that hollow cry! She springs up from beneath
And in agony flies over plains and heights.
See, how she unites,
Even under such monstrous and torturing trammel,
With the grace of the leopard, the speed of the camel!
She reaches the central moon-lighted plain,
That spreadeth around all bare and wide;
Meanwhile, adown her spotted side
The dusky blood-gouts rush like rain-
And her woeful eyeballs, how they stare
On the void of air!
Yet on she flies-on, on; for her there is no retreating;
And the desert can hear the heart of the doomed one beat-
ing!
And lo! A stupendous column of sand,
A sand-spout out of that sandy ocean, upcurls
Behind the pair in eddies and whirls;
Most like some colossal brand,
Or wandering spirit of wrath
On his blasted path,
Or the dreadful pillar that lighted the warriors and women
Of Israel's land through the wilderness of Yemen.
And the vulture, scenting a coming carouse,
Sails, hoarsely screaming, down the sky;
The bloody hyena, be sure, is nigh,—
Fierce pillager, he, of the charnel-house!
The panther, too, who strangles the Cape-Town sheep
As they lie asleep,
Athirst for his share in the slaughter, follows;
While the gore of their victim spreads like a pool in the
sandy hollows!
She reels, but the king of the brutes bestrides
His tottering throne to the last: with might
He plunges his terrible claws in the bright
And delicate cushions of her sides.
Yet hold! -fair play! - she rallies again!
In vain, in vain!
Her struggles but help to drain her life-blood faster;
She staggers, gasps, and sinks at the feet of her slayer
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She staggers, she falls; she shall struggle no more!
The death-rattle slightly convulses her throat;
Mayest look thy last on that mangled coat,
Besprent with sand, and foam, and gore!
Adieu! The orient glimmers afar,
And the morning-star
Anon will rise over Madagascar brightly. —
So rides the lion in Afric's deserts nightly.
REST IN THE BELOVED
(RUHE IN DER GELIEBTEN)
From Lyrics and Ballads of Heine and Other German Poets. Copyright
1892, by Frances Hellman. Reprinted by permission of G. P. Putnam's
Sons, publishers, New York.
H, HERE forever let me stay, love!
Here let my resting-place e'er be;
And both thy tender palms then lay, love,
OH.
Upon my hot brow soothingly.
Here at thy feet, before thee kneeling,
In heavenly rapture let me rest,
And close my eyes, bliss o'er me stealing,
Within thine arms, upon thy breast.
I'll open them but to the glances
That from thine own in radiance fall;
The look that my whole soul entrances,
O thou who art my life, my all!
I'll open them but at the flowing
Of burning tears that upward swell,
And joyously, without my knowing,
From under drooping lashes well.
Thus am I meek, and kind, and lowly,
And good and gentle evermore;
I have thee-now I'm blessed wholly;
I have thee-now my yearning's o'er.
By thy sweet love intoxicated,
Within thine arms I'm lulled to rest,
And every breath of thine is freighted
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A life renewed each seems bestowing;
Oh, thus to lie day after day,
And hearken with a blissful glowing
To what each other's heart-beats say!
Lost in our love, entranced, enraptured,
We disappear from time and space;
We rest and dream; our souls lie captured
Within oblivion's sweet embrace.
Ο
OH, LOVE SO LONG AS LOVE THOU CANST
H, LOVE So long as love thou canst!
Oh, love so long thy soul have need!
The hour will come, the hour will come,
When by the grave thy heart shall bleed!
And let thy heart forever glow
And throb with love, and hold love's heat,
So long on earth another heart
Shall echo to its yearning beat.
And who to thee his heart shall show,
Oh raise it up and make it glad!
Oh make his every moment blithe,
And not a moment make him sad!
Guard well thy tongue; a bitter word
Soon from the mouth of anger leaps.
O God!