1 rise. Quhen I with gude entent this orison I kest, behalding unto hir lytill hound, Than wold I say, and sigh therewith a lyte, An other quhile the lytill nyghtingale, That sat upon the twiggis, wold I chide, FROM For Venus' sake, the blisfull goddesse clere, THE GUDE AND GODLIE BALLATES' (1570). And vertew is flour and rute of nobles ay, Ris1 steppis few, and dreid for none effray: Lufe maist thy God, that first thy lufe began, For as it cummis, sa will it pass away; Thou dant thy toung, that power hes and may, Refraine thy lust, and harkin quhat I say ; And for ilk inche He will thé quyte ane span. 2 daunt, i e. tame, restrain. 3 eyes. grip ere thou slide. ROBERT HENRYSON. 142- to 148-. [Of ROBERT HENRYSON, the charming fabulist, Chaucer's aptest and brightest scholar, almost nothing is known. David Laing conjectures him to have been born about 1425, to have been educated at some foreign university, and to have died towards the closing years of the fifteenth century. It is certain that in 1462, being then in A:tibus Licentiatus et in Decretis Bacchalarius,' he was incorporated of the University of Glasgow; and that he was afterwards schoolmaster in Dunfermline, and worked there as a notary-public also ] Henryson was an accomplished man and a good and genuine poet. He had studied Chaucer with the ardour and insight of an original mind, and while he has much in common with his master, he has much that is his own. His verse is usually well-minted and of full weight. Weak lines are rare in him; he had the instinct of the refrain, and was fond of doing feats in rhythm and rhyme; he is close, compact, and energetic. Again, he does not often let his learning or his imagination run away with him and divert him from his main issue. He subordinates himself to the matter he has in hand; he keeps himself to the point, and never seeks to develope for development's sake; and so, as it appears to me, he approves himself a true artist. It follows that, as a storyteller, he is seen to great advantage. He narrates with a gaiety, an ease, a rapidity, not to be surpassed in English literature between Chaucer and Burns. That, moreover, he was a born dramatist, there is scarce one of his fables but will prove. It is to be noted that he uses dialogue as a good playwright would use it; it is a means with him not only of explaining a personage but of painting a situation, not only of introducing a moral but of advancing an intrigue. He had withal an abundance of wit, humour, and good sense; he had considered life and his fellow men, nature and religion, the fashions and abuses of his epoch, with the grave, observant amiability of a true poet; he was directly in sympathy with many things; he loved to read and to laugh; it was his business to moralise and teach. It was natural that he should choose the fable as a means of expressing himself. It was fortunate as well; for his fables are perhaps the best in the language, and are worthy of consideration and regard even after La Fontaine himself. To a modern eye his dialect is distressingly quaint and crabbed. In his hands, however, it is a right instrument, narrow in compass, it may be, but with its every note sonorous and responsive. To know the use he made of it in dialogue, he must be studied in Robyne and Makyne, the earliest English pastoral; or at such moments as that of the conversation between the widows of the Cock who has just been snatched away by the Fox; or in the incomparable Taile of the Wolf that got the Nek-Herring throw the Wrinkis of the Fox that Begylit the Cadgear, which, outside La Fontaine, I conceive to be one of the high-water marks of the modern apologue. In such poems as The Three Deid Powis', where he has anticipated a something of Hamlet at Yorick's grave, as The Abbey Walk, the Garmond of Fair Ladies, the Reasoning between Age and Youth, it is employed as a vehicle for the expression of austere thought, of quaint conceitedness, of solemn and earnest devotion, of satirical comment, with equal ease and equal success. As a specimen of classic description-as the classic appeared to the mediæval mind—I should like to quote at length his dream of Æsop. As a specimen of what may be called the choice and refined realism that informs his work, we may give a few stanzas from the prelude to his Testament of Cresseid. It was winter, he says, when he began his song, but, he adds, in despite of the cold, "Within mine orature I stude, when Titan with his bemis bricht Withdrawin doun, and sylit2 undercure, And fair Venus, the beauty of the nicht, Hir goldin face, in oppositioun Of God Phoebus, direct discending doun. Throwout the glass hir bemis brast so fair The northin wind had purifyit the air, And sched the misty cloudis fra the sky'. Fra Pole Artick came quhistling loud and schill, * I mend the fire, and beikit me about, Than tuik a drink my spreitis to comfort, To cut the winter nicht and mak it schort, Of fair Cresseid and lusty Troilus.' In this charming description Henryson, by the use of simple. and natural means and by the operation of a principle of selection that is nothing if not artistic, has produced an impression that would not disgrace a poet skilled in the knacks and fashions of the most pictorial school. Indeed I confess to having read in its connection a poem that might in many ways be imitated from it (La Bonne Soirée), and to feeling and seeing more with Henryson than with Théophile Gautier. W. E. HENLEY. The wind had swept from the wide atmosphere, THE GARMOND OF FAIR LADIES Wald my gud Lady lufe me best, I suld ane Garmond gudliest Off hie honour suld be hir hud, Hir sark suld be hir body nixt, With schame and dreid togidder mixt, Hir kirtill suld be of clene constance, The mailyheis of continuance For nevir to remufe. Hir gown suld be of gudliness Hir belt suld be of benignitie, Hir mantill of humilitie, To tholl bayth wind and weit. |