m’ennuie_.’ It is the same in thought. In vain we seclude ourselves in
elegant chambers, in fascinating fancies, in refined reflections. ‘By
this time,’ says Cowper, ‘my patrimony being nearly all spent, and there
being no appearance that I should ever repair the damage by a fortune
of my own getting, I began to be a little apprehensive of approaching
want.’ However little one is fit for it, it is necessary to attack some
drudgery. The vigorous and sturdy rouse themselves to the work. They find
in its regular occupation, clear decisions, and stern perplexities, a
bold and rude compensation for the necessary loss or diminution of light
fancies and delicate musings,—
‘The sights which youthful poets dream,
On summer eve by haunted stream.’
But it was not so with Cowper. A peculiar and slight nature unfitted him
for so rough and harsh a resolution. The lion may eat straw like the ox,
and the child put his head on the cockatrice’ den; but will even then the
light antelope be equal to the heavy plough? Will the gentle gazelle,
even in those days, pull the slow waggon of ordinary occupation?
The outward position of Cowper was, indeed, singularly fortunate. Instead
of having to meet the long labours of an open profession, or the anxious
decisions of a personal business, he had the choice among several
lucrative and quiet public offices, in which very ordinary abilities
would suffice, and scarcely any degree of incapacity would entail
dismissal, or reprimand, or degradation. It seemed at first scarcely
possible that even the least strenuous of men should be found unequal to
duties so little arduous or exciting. He has himself said—
‘Lucrative offices are seldom lost
For want of powers proportioned to the post;
Give e’en a dunce the employment he desires,
And he soon finds the talents it requires;
A business with an income at its heels,
Furnishes always oil for its own wheels.’
The place he chose was called the Clerkship of the Journals of the House
of Lords, one of the many quiet haunts which then slumbered under the
imposing shade of parliamentary and aristocratic privilege. Yet the idea
of it was more than he could bear.
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