English essays; English literature -- 20th century; Short stories, English
Thoughts of Cranmer, Latimer, and Ridley irresistibly mingled with my
devotions. What had the poor fellows burnt for, after all? Here we were
ostentatiously ignoring English history and the adjacent Houses of
Parliament; outraging the rubrics by ritual observations for which poor
curates in the East End are often suspended, and before now have been
imprisoned. I could not help thinking that the Archbishop of Westminster
would hardly care to return these hospitalities, by permitting, on August
24th, a memorial service for Admiral Coligny in Westminster Cathedral. . . .
I rose from my knees a new Luther, with something like a Protestant
feeling, and scrutinised severely the tombs in Poets' Corner. Even there
I found myself confronted with an almost irritating liberalism. Here was
Alexander Pope, who rejected all the overtures of Swift and Atterbury to
embrace the Protestant faith. And there was Dryden, not, perhaps, a
great ornament to my persuasion, but still a Catholic at the last. Dean
Panther had not grudged poet Hind his niche in the National Valhalla (I
knew I should be reduced to that periphrasis). And here was the mighty
Charles Darwin, about whose reception into the English Pantheon (I have
fallen again) I remember there was some trouble. Well, if precedent
embalms a principle, I venture to raise a thin small voice, and plead for
Herbert Spencer. 'The English people,' said a friendly French critic,
'do not admire their great men because they were great, but because they
reflect credit on themselves.' So on the score of national vanity I
claim space for Herbert Spencer. Very few Englishmen have exercised such
extraordinary influence on continental opinion, which Beaconsfield said
was the verdict of posterity. On the news of his death, the Italian
Chamber passed a vote of condolence with the English people. I suppose
that does not seem a great honour to Englishmen, but to me, an enemy of
United Italy, it seemed a great honour, not only to the dead but to the
English people. Can you imagine the Swiss Federal Council sending us a
vote of condolence on the death of Mr. Hall Caine or Mr. Robert Hichens?
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