You come i' the happy interval of peace, On ending peace as soon as possible. Do wisdom's office, whisper in the ear Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau is not over-clear; still an attentive and patient. reader may generally hope, with some trouble, to discover the meaning. This is not so easy with Browning's next poem, Fifine at the Fair. Comparing this production with his enigmatic Sordello, the Saturday Review caustically observed: "Neither Oedipus nor Daniel could have interpreted Sordello, unless they had consulted the same books, whatever they may be, from which Mr. Browning must have derived his knowledge of an obscure passage in Italian history; but a reader who should combine the energy of youth with the tolerance of age, and the sagacious industry of Scaliger or Bentley with the microscopic acuteness of a modern German metaphysician, might perhaps after ten readings comprehend the purpose and the language of Fifine." The poem consists of a Prologue (entitled Amphibian), a long philosophical monologue, or series of reflexions, uttered by the husband of a certain Elvire, whether for her edification or simply as a relief to himself is not very clear, and an Epilogue, called the Householder. Fifine, or Josephine, who has almost nothing to do with the poem to which she gives a title, is a dancing-girl in a mountebank's show at the fair of Pornic in Brittany, and unwittingly suggests to Elvire's philosopher-husband, either directly or indirectly, that stream of reflexions which he continues to pour out for about two thousand lines. The Prologue, which is much more readable than the rest of the poem, describes a swimmer floating in a tranquil sea, and looking up at a butterfly hovering above him, while he reflects that neither could abide in the other's sphere without something which, like death, should entirely change their being. The sea here represents the region of passion and thought, the true element of the poet, intermediate between earthly and spiritual life, and the butterfly is an emblem of the disembodied soul: Can the insect feel the better For watching the uncouth play Undoubtedly I rejoice That the air comports so well What if a certain soul Which early slipped its sheath, Thus watch one who, in the world, Nor wishes the wings unfurled That sleep in the worm, they say? But sometimes when the weather From worldly noise and dust, In the sphere which overbrims By passion and thought upborne, Emancipate through passion Which sea, to all intent, Affords the spirit-sort. Whatever they are, we seem : The whole of the poem (including the Prologue), we are told by a critic, is an illustration of Mr. Browning's text, "that the life of man is a life of error lived by the help of truth, a life of falsehood which implies the need and capacity for reality, a life of illusion grounded and fulfilled in some ultimate perception of true being, a life of endless yearning after that which always eludes and yet always inspires us." Accepting this interpretation, we proceed to add, that Elvire and her husband go forth, arm in arm, to visit the fair, where besides a "chimneyed house on wheels" and such like, they see an Ape of many years and much adventure, grim And grey, with pitying fools who find a joke in him. They bounce forth, squalid girls transformed to gamesome boys. Fifine is presented to us as a type of the sensual earthly woman, as Elvire is the impersonation of intellect, refinement, and mortality struggling on to immortality. But Fifine, mean as she is, "the Pariah of the North, the European Nautch", has her place in creation; for just as a grain of sand at a given angle may reflect the rays of the sun, No creature's made so mean But that some way it boasts, could we investigate Its supreme worth. Fifine's raison d'être being thus established, the tolerant philosopher-husband continues: Well then, thus much confessed, what wonder if there steal She makes, and justice stamp the sole claim she asserts? The teller, whose worst crime gets somehow grace, avowed. Does this much pleasure? Then repay the pleasure-put If certain bells, now mute, can jingle, need you care? Since all I plead is, "Pay for just the sight you see, The Epilogue to this strange, enigmatical poem is called the Householder; and here the house stands for the human body or earthly life. The householder is dispirited and discontented, when a woman - spirit announces herself, and gently rebukes his impatience and petulance. The reader will be surprised to find, that this part of the poem can be regarded as no more than half-serious : Savage, I was sitting in my house, late, lone: When, in a moment, just a knock, call, cry, Half a pang and all a rapture, there again were we "What, and is it really you again?" quoth I. "I again; what else did you expect?" quoth She. "Never mind, hie away from this old house, Every crumbling brick embrowned with sin and shame. Let them, every devil of the night, lay claim. Make and mend, rap and rend, for me-Good-bye! "Ah, but if you knew how time has dragged, days, nights, "Help and get it over! Reunited to his wife, (How draw up the paper lets the parish people know?) Day the this or that, month and year the so and so. The study of Fifine at the Fair has been recommended by one reviewer as a species of mental gymnastics. "The stimulus to thought", he says, "is in itself valuable, as a difficult or inaccessible Alpine summit furnishes an attraction to mountain climbers." It is with a deep feeling of relief, that we turn from Fifine and Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, to show what Browning can do as a lyrical poet, when he chooses to descend from his shadowy Pegasus, and adapt himself to the comprehension of ordinary readers: HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS1) FROM GHENT TO AIX. I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he, I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three: Good speed! cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 1) Probably the news of the revolution of 1539. |