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Copyright © 2019 Meagan Brandy
Trouble at Brayshaw High
Brayshaw series, book 2
Release date: May 28th, 2019
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FOOTNOTES:
[11] “The Imitation of Christ” (Rhythmic translation).
[12] Pendennis. Thackeray.
CHAPTER XIV
“To set forth, as only art can, the beauty and the joy of living, the
beauty and the blessedness of death, the glory of battle and
adventure, the nobility of devotion—to a cause, an ideal, a passion
even—the dignity of resistance, the sacred quality of patriotism, that
is my ambition here,” says the editor of “Lyra Heroica” in his preface.
We all feel that some such expression of the “simpler sentiments,
more elemental emotions” should be freely used in the education of
children, that, in fact, heroic poetry contains such inspiration to noble
living as is hardly to be found elsewhere; and also we are aware that
it is only in the youth of peoples that these elemental emotions find
free expression in song. We look at our own ballad literature and find
plenty of the right material, but it is too occasional and too little
connected, and so though we would prefer that the children should
imbibe patriotism and heroism at the one fountain head, we think it
cannot be done. We have no truly English material, we say, for
education in this kind, and we fall back on the Homeric myths in one
or other of the graceful and spirited renderings which have been
made specially for children.
But what if it should turn out that we have our own Homer, our
own Ulysses? Mr. Stopford Brooke has made a great discovery for
us who look at all things from the child standpoint. Possibly he would
not be gratified to know that his “History of Early English Literature,”
invaluable addition as it is to the library of the student and the man of
letters, should be appropriated as food for babes. All the same, here
is what we have long wanted. The elemental emotions and heroic
adventures of the early English put into verse and tale, strange and
eerie as the wildest fairy tale, yet breathing in every line the English
temper and the English virtue that go to the making of heroes. Not
that Beowulf, the hero of the great poem, was precisely English, but
where the English came from, there dwelt he, and Beowulf was early
adopted as the national hero, whose achievements were sung in
every hall.
The poem, says Mr. Stopford Brooke, consisting of three
thousand one hundred and eighty-three lines, is divided into two
parts by an interval of fifty years; the first, containing Beowulf’s great
deeds against the monster Grendel and his dam; the second,
Beowulf’s conquest of the Fire-drake and his death and burial. We
are told that we may fairly claim the poem as English, that it is in our
tongue and in our country alone that it is preserved. The hero
Beowulf comes of brave and noble parents, and mildness and more
than mortal daring meet in him. When he comes to Hrothgar to
conquer Grendel it is of his counsel as much as of his strength that
we hear. The queen begs him to be friendly in council to her sons.
Hrothgar says to him, “Thou holdest thy faith with patience and thy
might with prudence of mind. Thou shalt be a comfort to thy people
and a help to heroes.” None, it is said, could order matters more
wisely than he. When he is dying he looks back on his life, and that
which he thinks of the most is not his great war deeds, but his
patience, his prudence, his power of holding his own well and of
avoiding new enmities. “Each of us must await the close of life,” says
he; “let him who can, gain honour before he die. That is best for a
warrior when he is dead. But do thou throughout this day have
patience of thy woes; I look for that from thee.” Such the philosophy
of this hero, legendary or otherwise, of some early century after
Christ, before His religion had found its way among those northern
tribes. Gentle, like Nelson, he had Nelson’s iron resolution. What he
undertook to do he went through without a thought, save of getting to
the end of it. Fear is wholly unknown to him, and he seems, like
Nelson, to have inspired his captains with his own courage. “I swore
no false oaths,” he said when dying; so also he kept his honour in
faithfulness to his lord. On foot, alone, in front, while life lasted, he
was his king’s defence. He kept it in equal faithfulness when his lord
was dead, and that to his own loss, for when the kingdom was
offered to him he refused, and trained Heardreg, the king’s son, to
war and learning, guarded him kindly with honour, and avenged him
when he was slain. He kept it in generosity, for he gave away all the
gifts that he received; in courtesy, for he gave even to those who had
been rude to him; and he is always gentle and grave with women.
Above all, he kept it in war, for these things are said of him, “so shall
a man do when he thinks to gain praise that shall never end, and
cares not for his life in battle.” “Let us have fame or death,” he cries,
and when Wiglaf comes to help him against the dragon, and Beowulf
is wrapped in the flame, Wiglaf recalls to him the aim of his whole
life:—
“Beowulf, beloved, bear thyself well. Thou wert wont to say in
youth that thou wouldst never let honour go. Now, strong in deeds,
ward thy life, firm-souled prince, with all thy might, I will be thy
helper.” “These,” adds Mr. Stopford Brooke, “are the qualities of the
man and the hero, and I have thought it worth while to dwell on
them, because they represent the ancient English ideal, the
manhood which pleased the English folk even before they came to
Britain, and because in all our histories since Beowulf’s time, for
twelve hundred years or so, they have been repeated in the lives of
the English warriors by land and sea whom we chiefly honour. But it
is not only the idea of a hero which we have in Beowulf, it is also the
idea of a king, the just governor, the wise politician, the builder of
peace, the defender of his own folk at the price of his life, ‘the good
king, the folk king, the beloved king, the war ward of his land, the
winner of treasure for the need of his people, the hero who thinks in
death of those who sail the sea, the gentle and terrible warrior, who
is buried amid the tears of his people.’”
We owe Mr. Stopford Brooke earnest gratitude for bringing this
heroic ideal of the youth of our nation within reach of the unlearned.
But what have we been about to let a thousand years and more go
by without ever drawing on the inspiration of this noble ideal in giving
impulse to our children’s lives. We have many English heroes, it may
be objected: we have no need of this resuscitated great one from a
long buried past. We have indeed heroes galore to be proud of, but
somehow they have not often been put into song in such wise as to
reach the hearts of the children and the unlearned. We have to thank
Tennyson for our Arthur, and Shakespeare for our Henry the Fifth,
but we imagine that parents will find their children’s souls more in
touch with Beowulf than with either of these, because, no doubt, the
legends of a nation’s youth are the pages of history which most
easily reach a child, and Beowulf belongs to a younger stage of
civilisation than even Arthur. We hope the author of “Early English
Literature” will sometime give us the whole of the poem translated
with a special view to children, and interspersed with his own
luminous teaching as we have it here. The quaintness of the metre
employed gives a feeling of eld which carries the reader back, very
successfully, to the long ago of the poem.
We have already quoted largely from this “History of Early English
Literature,” but perhaps a fuller extract will give a better idea of the
work and of its real helpfulness to parents. The cost of the two rather
expensive volumes should be well repaid if a single child were to be
fired with emulation of the heroic qualities therein sung:—
“The action of the poem now begins with the voyage of Beowulf to
the Danish coast. The hero has heard that Hrothgar, the chief of the
Danes, is tormented by Grendel, a man-devouring monster. If
Hrothgar’s warriors sleep in Heorot—the great hall he has built—they
are seized, torn to pieces, and devoured. ‘I will deliver the king,’
thought Beowulf, when he heard the tale from the roving seamen.
‘Over the swan road I will seek Hrothgar; he has need of men.’ His
comrades urged him to the adventure, and fifteen of them were
willing to fight it out with him. Among the rest was a sea-crafty man
who knew the ocean-paths. Their ship lay drawn up on the beach,
under the high cliff. Then—
“There the well-geared heroes
Stepped upon the stem, while the stream of ocean
Whirled the sea against the sand. To the ship, to its breast.
Bright and carved things of cost carried then the heroes
And the armour well-arrayed. So the men outpushed,
On desired adventure, their tight ocean wood.
Swiftly went above the waves, with a wind well-fitted,
Likest to a fowl, the Floater, foam around its neck,
Till about the same time, on the second day,
The up-curvéd prow had come on so far,
That at last the seamen saw the land ahead;
Shining sea-cliffs, soaring headlands,
Broad sea-nesses. So the Sailor of the Sea
Reached the sea-way’s end.”
Beowulf l. 211.
“This was the voyage, ending in a fiord with two high sea-capes at
its entrance. The same kind of scenery belongs to the land whence
they had set out. When Beowulf returns over the sea the boat groans
as it is pushed forth. It is heavily laden; the hollow, under the single
mast with the single sail, holds eight horses, swords and treasure
and rich armours. The sail is hoisted, the wind drives the foam-
throated bark over the waves, until they see the Geats’ Cliffs—the
well-known sea-nesses. The keel is pressed up by the wind on the
sand, and the ‘harbour-guard, who had looked forth afar o’er the sea
with longing for their return’—one of the many human touches of the
poem—‘fastens the wide-bosomed ship with anchoring chains to the
strand, lest the violence of the waves should sweep away the
winsome boat.’... At the end of the bay into which Beowulf sails is a
low shore, on which he drives his ship, stem on. Planks are pushed
out on either side of the prow; the Weder-folk slipped down on the
shore, tied up their sea-wood; their battle-sarks clanged on them as
they moved. Then they thanked the gods that the war-paths had
been easy to them.... On the ridge of the hill above the landing-place
the ward of the coast of the Scyldings sat on his horse, and saw the
strangers bear their bright shields over the bulwarks of the ship to
the shore. He rode down, wondering, to the sea, and shook mightily
in his hands his heavy spear, and called to the men—”
“Who are ye of men, having arms in hand,
Covered with your coats of mail. Who your keel afoaming
O’er the ocean street thus have urged along.
Hither on the high sea!”
* * * * *
“Never saw I greater
Earl upon this earth than is one of you;
Hero in his harness. He is no home-stayer,
‘Less his looks belie him, lovely with his weapons.
Noble is his air!”
Beowulf, ll. 237-247.
FOOTNOTES:
[13] “History of Early English Literature,” by Stopford A.
Brooke, 2 vols. Macmillan & Co.
CHAPTER XV
IS IT POSSIBLE?
do we believe in conversion?”
Everything turns on the condition the originator wisely puts first.
There is the crux. Given money enough, land enough, men enough,
fully equip and officer this teeming horde of incapables, and some
sort of mechanical drill may be got through somehow. But, “when a
man’s own character and defects constitute the reasons for his fall,
that character must be changed and that conduct altered if any
permanent beneficial results are to be obtained.” The drunkard must
be made sober; the criminal, honest; the impure, clean. Can this be
done? is the crucial question. Is it possible that a man can emerge
altogether out of his old self and become a new creature, with new
aims, new thoughts, even new habits? That such renovation is
possible is the old contention of Christianity. Here, and not on the
ground of the inspiration of the sacred text, must the battle be fought
out. The answer to the one urgent question of the age, What think ye
of Christ? depends upon the power of the idea of Christ to attract
and compel attention, and of the indwelling of Christ to vivify and
elevate a single debased and torpid human soul.
Many of us believe exultingly that the “All power” which is given
into the hands of our Master includes the power of upright standing,
strength, and beauty for every bruised human reed. That this is so,
we have evidence in plenty, beginning with ourselves. But many
others of us, and those not the less noble, consider with Robert
Elsmere, that “miracles do not happen.” The recorded miracles serve
as pegs for the discussion; the essential miracle is the utter and
immediate renovation of a human being. Upon this possibility the
saving of the world must hang, and this many cannot receive, not
because they are stiff-necked and perverse, but because it is dead
against natural law as they know it. Proofs? Cases without end? The
whole history of the Christian Church in evidence? Yes; but the
history of the Church is a chequered one; and, for individual cases,
we do not doubt the veracity of the details; only, nobody knows the
whole truth; some preparation in the past, some motive in the
present inadvertently kept out of sight, may alter the bearings of any
such case.
This is, roughly, the position of the honest sceptic, who would, if
he could, believe heartily in General Booth’s scheme, and, by
consequence, in the convertibility of the entire human race. To
improve the circumstances, even of millions, is only a question of the
magnitude of the measures taken, the wisdom of the administration.
But human nature itself, depraved human nature, is, to him, the
impossible quantity. Can the leopard change his spots?