第14章 Chapter 4(3)

This home-loving quality was in curious contrast to the natural bohemianism of youthful genius,and the inclination to wildness which asserted itself in his boyish days.It became the more striking as he entered upon the age at which no reasonable amount of freedom can have been denied to him.

Something,perhaps,must be allowed for the pecuniary dependence which forbade his forming any expensive habits of amusement;but he also claims the credit of having been unable to accept any low-life pleasures in place of them.I do not know how the idea can have arisen that he willingly sought his experience in the society of 'gipsies and tramps'.I remember nothing in his works which even suggests such association;and it is certain that a few hours spent at a fair would at all times have exhausted his capability of enduring it.In the most audacious imaginings of his later life,in the most undisciplined acts of his early youth,were always present curious delicacies and reserves.

There was always latent in him the real goodness of heart which would not allow him to trifle consciously with other lives.

Work must also have been his safeguard when the habit of it had been acquired,and when imagination,once his master,had learned to serve him.

One tangible cause of his youthful restlessness has been implied in the foregoing remarks,but deserves stating in his sister's words:

'The fact was,poor boy,he had outgrown his social surroundings.

They were absolutely good,but they were narrow;it could not be otherwise;he chafed under them.'He was not,however,quite without congenial society even before the turning-point in his outward existence which was reached in the publication of 'Pauline';and one long friendly acquaintance,together with one lasting friendship,had their roots in these early Camberwell days.The families of Joseph Arnould and Alfred Domett both lived at Camberwell.These two young men were bred to the legal profession,and the former,afterwards Sir Joseph Arnould,became a judge in Bombay.

But the father of Alfred Domett had been one of Nelson's captains,and the roving sailor spirit was apparent in his son;for he had scarcely been called to the Bar when he started for New Zealand on the instance of a cousin who had preceded him,but who was drowned in the course of a day's surveying before he could arrive.

He became a member of the New Zealand Parliament,and ultimately,for a short time,of its Cabinet;only returning to England after an absence of thirty years.This Mr.Domett seems to have been a very modest man,besides a devoted friend of Robert Browning's,and on occasion a warm defender of his works.When he read the apostrophe to 'Alfred,dear friend,'in the 'Guardian Angel',he had reached the last line before it occurred to him that the person invoked could be he.I do not think that this poem,and that directly addressed to him under the pseudonym of 'Waring',were the only ones inspired by the affectionate remembrance which he had left in their author's mind.

Among his boy companions were also the three Silverthornes,his neighbours at Camberwell,and cousins on the maternal side.

They appear to have been wild youths,and had certainly no part in his intellectual or literary life;but the group is interesting to his biographer.The three brothers were all gifted musicians;having also,probably,received this endowment from their mother's father.

Mr.Browning conceived a great affection for the eldest,and on the whole most talented of the cousins;and when he had died --young,as they all did --he wrote 'May and Death'in remembrance of him.

The name of 'Charles'stands there for the old,familiar 'Jim',so often uttered by him in half-pitying,and all-affectionate allusion,in his later years.Mrs.Silverthorne was the aunt who paid for the printing of 'Pauline'.

It was at about the time of his short attendance at University College that the choice of poetry as his future profession was formally made.

It was a foregone conclusion in the young Robert's mind;and little less in that of his father,who took too sympathetic an interest in his son's life not to have seen in what direction his desires were tending.

He must,it is true,at some time or other,have played with the thought of becoming an artist;but the thought can never have represented a wish.

If he had entertained such a one,it would have met not only with no opposition on his father's part,but with a very ready assent,nor does the question ever seem to have been seriously mooted in the family councils.It would be strange,perhaps,if it had.