Alton Locke, when adolescent, is a very poor tailor, a poet whose verses
are far more vigorous than his character, a chartist, a sceptic. He
madly falls in love with a Dean’s daughter, and through the patronage of
the Dean himself, gets a volume of poems published. As the fiercest of
the rhymes have been soothed out of this volume by the decorous Dean,
Radical friends forward to young Locke a pair of plush-breeches—fitting
testimonial to the flunkeyism conspicuous in the omissions. He is
imprisoned for inciting a rustic mob to a Chartist outbreak, confounds
the prison chaplain by sporting the latest novelties in heresy direct
from Germany, shares when released in the delirium of the memorable
tenth of April, finds that the lady of his love is to be married to his
cousin, and consummates the long orgy of excitement with a desperate
fever. The Dean had directed his attention to the study of natural
history; hence the frenzy of the fever takes a zoological turn, and he
undergoes therein marvellous transmigrations through a series of
antediluvian monsters; awaking at last to sane consciousness (_sane
comparatively, he is never quite in his right senses, poor fellow_) to
find himself nursed by a young widow, the dean’s elder daughter, who
soothes him with ladings from Tennyson. She has very recently lost her
husband, who was merely a brilliant nobleman, and she herself a
Convertite; in a few days the modest Alton is hinting at a declaration
to her. She will not marry him, nor indeed any other man, but she sends
him out to South America on a special poetical mission. On the voyage
thither he dies, a believer, regenerate, leaving as legacy to his
friends and the world at large a war-song of the Church (ferociously)
Militant. What has converted him?—the plush breeches? the crash of the
tenth of April? the loss of his first lady love? the reading of the
“Lotus-eaters?” the delirious Fugue of Fossils? Some or all of these it
must be supposed; for weak though he was, he surely could not have been
seriously influenced by the comical caricatures of Socratic dialectics,
which the Dean sometimes played with him in lieu of chess or backgammon.
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