Poets, English -- 19th century -- Biography; Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892
occupied 1874 and 1875. Yet it would be foolish to criticise his _Queen
Mary_ as if we were criticising “exact history.” “The play’s the thing.”
The poet thought that “Bloody Mary” “had been harshly judged by the
verdict of popular tradition.” So have most characters to whom popular
dislike affixes the popular epithet—“Bloody Claverse,” “Bloody
Mackenzie,” “Bloody Balfour.” Mary had the courage of the Tudors. She
“edified all around her by her cheerfulness, her piety, and her
resignation to the will of Providence,” in her last days (Lingard).
Camden calls her “a queen never praised enough for the purity of her
morals, her charity to the poor” (she practised as a district visitor),
“and her liberality to the nobles and the clergy.” She was “pious,
merciful, pure, and ever to be praised, if we overlook her erroneous
opinions in religion,” says Godwin. She had been grievously wronged from
her youth upwards. In Elizabeth she had a sister and a rival, a constant
intriguer against her, and a kinswoman far from amiable. Despite “the
kindness and attention of Philip” (Lingard), affairs of State demanded
his absence from England. The disappointment as to her expected child
was cruel. She knew that she had become unpopular, and she could not
look for the success of her Church, to which she was sincerely attached.
M. Auguste Filon thought that _Queen Mary_ might secure dramatic rank for
Tennyson, “if a great actress arose who conceived a passion for the part
of Mary.” But that was not to be expected. Mary was middle-aged, plain,
and in aspect now terrible, now rueful. No great actress will throw
herself with passion into such an ungrateful part. “Throughout all
history,” Tennyson said, “there was nothing more mournful than the final
tragedy of this woman.” _Mournful_ it is, but not tragic. There is
nothing grand at the close, as when Mary Stuart conquers death and evil
fame, redeeming herself by her courage and her calm, and extending over
unborn generations that witchery which her enemies dreaded more than an
army with banners.
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