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opulent heirs of the kingdom : £300,000 in the funds, and £20,000 per annum, being named as the amount which the vigorous old man “cut up for.” Among several curious incidents of his life, the most odd of all* is that he eloped with both of his English wives : and two of his daughters also eloped. (A rumour was current of an American wife preceding both the English ones; and there is apparently something in this story, as a letter from Percy Shelley, dated in January 1812, and seen by myself, exists in MS., saying that his grandfather behaved very badly to “three wives.") Thus elopement was a tradition in the family; which we may bear in mind when another such performance comes to be spoken of, that of the poet. Sir Bysshe had no speculative opinions, unless in the way of negation, and cared nothing for the speculative opinions of others, however extreme : his grandson Percy and he were therefore on terms of mutual tolerance and mutual alienation. The less there was in common between them, the less call was there for positive antipathy : a shrug of the shoulders summed up all. Sir Bysshe was indeed on much better terms with his youthful and aspiring grandson and godson than with his own son Timothy. The same letter which I have referred to just above says that Sir Bysshe was “a complete atheist," and built all his hopes on annihilation.
Timothy Shelley was born in September 1753. In 1791 he married Elizabeth, a rare beauty, daughter of Charles Pilfold Esquire, of Effingham, Surrey, and had by her a family of two sons and five daughters. The eldest child was Percy Bysshe. The sisters (besides a Hellen who died in infancy) were named Elizabeth, Mary, Hellen (thus spelled in the family), and Margaret, and were all noted beauties; the latter three survive. The brother, John, born in March 1806, the youngest of all the family, died in November 1866. The mother was “mild and tolerant, yet narrow-minded ;”+ clever, and even intellectual, but not in the literary, still less the poetical, direction. She is stated to have been an excellent letter-writer.
The believer in Percy Bysshe Shelley naturally conceives a prepossession against the poet's father, with whom he would
* Medwin's Life of Shelley, vol. i., p. 8. I will here say, once for all, that Medwin is an inaccurate writer, and thus save myself the necessity of continually expressing, when I state anything on his authority, a doubt whether it is true or false,
1 Shelley, in Hogi's Lise, vol. i., P. 350.
or could not agree: but no doubt Sir Timothy had some of the ordinary good qualities of a human being and country gentleman. He was well reputed as a landlord and practical agriculturist, hospitable, kind (though sometimes capricious and violent) in his family and household, proud at first of his illustrious son's talents, and not precisely destitute of literary tastes. The style of his letters, however, shows him to have had no sort of natural or acquired facility, even in the most level forms of writing. This objection (if I may be excused for referring to so small a point) does not extend to handwriting: Sir Timothy wrote a capital free clear hand, as perceptible in his franking signature outside some of his son's letters. He had the air of the old school off and on; and has cven been described as a disciple of Chesterfield and La Rochefoucauld, though that is not the impression which the general body of evidence concerning him leaves on the mind. He was a Christian as so many other people are-a religious indifferentist who acquiesced in what he found established. As a member of Parliament, sitting for the borough of Shoreham, he made no figure, and voted according to his ducal and other party ties. Creature comforts and material interests were what he understood ; he was fond of self-assertion and pompous interferences, and, like his father, a swearer, and capable of niggardliness, and of considerable oddity of demeanour. Nobody except himself, I believe, ever considered him, during his long life of ninety years, noticeable for any particular talent. That such a person was exceedingly ill adapted to stand in loco parentis to a divine phænomenon like Percy Shelley is flagrantly manifest; but there is nothing nefarious, nor even grossly stupid, in the character whose recorded outlines are sketched above, and we shall do well to enter upon the study of the poet's career without any conviction that he was foredoomed to spiteful or intentional persecution at his father's hands.
Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Shelley were settled at Field Place, near Horsham, Sussex; a mansion ever venerable to posterity, and which remains the property of the present baronet, the poet's son, though not just at present in his personal occupation.
II.-BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD. Percy Bysshe Shelley was born at Field Place on the 4th of August 1792. To mention August 1792 is to carry back one's
mind to the overthrow of monarchy in France. On that day, in Paris, the insurrectionary directory of the Federators held a sitting at the Cadran Bleu, on the Boulevard, at Bancelin the restaurateur's, to concert measures for a rising : Santerre, Camille Desmoulins, and others, were present.* And perhaps the transaction going on within the penetralia of Field Place was of quite coequal importance to the cause of revolutionary free thought.
The infant received the name of Percy from an aunt distantly connected with the Northumberland family ; Bysshe, as we have seen, from his grandfather. He was a beautiful boy, with ringlets, deep-blue eyes, a snowy complexion, and exquisitely formed hands and feet; in disposition gentle and affectionate. But of his mere infancy no record remains ; though we may conceive of him as fondling “the great old snake of Field Place”-a large ophidian specimen addicted to the garden of that mansion, and which, so tradition says, had been known as “the old snake” three hundred years before. Perhaps it had been wont to fraternize with a dragon which, according to a still extant pamphlet published in 1612, then haunted St Leonard's Forest, in the same district. At last the honoured veteran was accidentally killed by the gardener in mowing grass : doubtless to the bitter sorrow of Percy, whose curious love of snakes and serpents, noticeable time after time in his poems, may probably be traced to this unusual friend of his babbling years.
At six years of age he was sent to a day-school, kept by the Rev. Mr. Edwards of Warnham, and began learning Latin there. He felt some respect for this his earliest instructor, and hence in after days for country clergymen in general: indeed, there is a wondrous anecdote I of a momentary velléité, on the part of the then author of Queen Mab, to enter the church himself.
At the age of ten Percy was transferred to Sion House School, Brentford, of which Dr. Greenlaw,ş a Scotchman and a clerical Doctor of Law, was the principal. For him also Shelley was not without a sort of respect, though disgusted with his coarse jests, and general hardness of mind as well as discipline. Here
* Hamel, Histoire de Robespierre, vol. ii. p. 362.
So says Miss Shelley (Hellen), and the portrait by Miss Curran gives the same colour. Mr. Thornton Hunt must be wrong in saying "brown" eyes.
Peacock, Fraser's Magazine, 1858, p. 656. $ “ The Rev. Dr. Mackintosh,” according to Mr. Middleton (Shelley and his Writings, vol. 1. p. 11). But I find this name in no other authority!
he re-encountered among the pupils Thomas Medwin, his second cousin on the mother's side, and some years his senior. Mostly the boys, numbering about sixty, were sons of local tradesmen ; the system of the house was mean ; the reception accorded to Shelley by his schoolfellows, and their subsequent treatment of him, full of taunting and petty persecution (for everything lumpish and sordid had a natural repulsion at contact with Percy Shelley); and his situation was one of proportional and acute misery. No distresses are more real or more poignant than those of childhood : the man who laughs at them with reason is the very boy who cowered under them, also not without reason.
But there dawned one glorious moment in which Percy ceased to be the possible refined milksop, and became the incipient poetical demigod.
" Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear friend, when first
The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass.
My spirit's sleep. A fresh May-dawn it was,
When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,
From the near schoolroom voices that, alas!
But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,
So, without shame, I spake :- I will be wise,
The selfish and the strong still tyrannize
Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore;
I cared to learn,--but from that secret store
It might walk forth to war among mankind." + Shelley was noticeably subject to waking dreams at Sion House, and had at least one fit of somnambulism there, and others at a later date. He was not studious, and yet he soon outstripped his companions. With one of these he formed an enthusiastic friendship, which, however, had no sequel in his after years; he has recorded it in a short fragment of an Essay on Friendship, written not long before his death.†
Were but one echo from a world of woes
Revolt of Islam, p. 118. Lady Shelley (Shelley Memorials, p. 7) cites these verses as applicable to Shelley's sojourn at Eton. The authority of Medwin, however, who expressly refers them to Sion House instead Shelley Papers, p. 3), appears the most conclusive that can be attained ; and I think the opening lines *ould more naturally indicate the earlier period of boyhood.
† Hogy, Life of Shelley, vol. i. pp. 22-24.
III.-SHELLEY AT ETON. He passed to Eton in his fifteenth year, and experienced, from his less uncultured companions there, much the same bullying and uncongeniality that he had endured at Sion se. But the frail, shrinking, and girlish Shelley, the unready boy who joined in no boyish sports from shyness and delicacy combined, was not made to be bullied in sheepish acquiescence. He rose in unquenched indignation against the outrages of the fagging system, and made it“ pass him by on the other side." Indeed, it has been said that he got up a conspiracy against fagging ; but this, on the testimony of Etonians quoted by Medwin, does not appear to be accurately expressed. The boys would goad him into paroxysms of rage, and then run away from the explosion : he never pursued them, but requited their attentions by assisting them in their tasks. On one occasion, while Shelley was asleep, some of his persecutors blackened his face; on awaking he was wild with horror. “The few who knew him loved him," says a schoolfellow, Mr. Packe. He had no liking for the time-honoured “grind” of making Latin verses, and would not“ submit to the trammels of the gradus ;" yet his performances in this line availed to procure him prizes. In like manner, though he neglected the regulated school-attendance, he translated at Eton half of Pliny's Natural History. His money was spent on books, chemical instruments, and acts of liberality. “He used to say that nothing ever delighted him so much as the discovery that there were no elements of earth, fire, or water.”
The activity of Shelley's boyish imagination is best proved by the fact that he “went in for” ghosts and fiends with a real eye to business : he studied the occult sciences, watched for spectres, conjured the devil, and speculated on a visit to Africa for the purpose of searching out the magic arcana which her dusky populations are noted for. The reading of German books (only in translations as yet) fostered this turn of mind. At home also he would, from very early years, tell tales to his still younger sisters, peopling the house and grounds with imaginary personages ; would narrate curious events which had, or rather had not, just happened to himself; and would make the girls personate demons and sprites, while he haled liquid fire in a portable stove. No doubt the great turn for chemical experi