Page images
PDF
EPUB

of the fashion so familiar to us from this very picture, and from the well known one of Chaucer's last patron, King Henry IV. His attitude in this likeness is that of a quiet talker, with downcast eyes, but sufficiently erect bearing of body. One arm is extended, and seems to be gently pointing some observation which has just issued from the poet's lips. The other holds a rosary, which may be significant of the piety attributed to Chaucer by Occleve, or may be a mere ordinary accompaniment of conversation, as it is in parts of Greece to the present day. The features are mild but expressive, with just a suspicion-certainly no more-of saturnine or sarcastic humour. The lips are full, and the nose is what is called good by the learned in such matters. Several other early portraits of Chaucer exist, all of which are stated to bear much resemblance to one another. Among them is one in an early if not contemporary copy of Occleve's poems, full-length, and superscribed by the hand which wrote the manuscript. In another, which is extremely quaint, he appears on horseback, in commemoration of his ride to Canterbury, and is represented as short of stature, in accordance with the description of himself in the Canterbury Tales.

For, as it fortunately happens, he has drawn his likeness for us with his own hand, as he appeared on the occasion to that most free-spoken of observers and most personal of critics, the host of the Tabard, the “cock ” and marshal of the company of pilgrims. The fellow-travellers had just been wonderfully sobered (as well they might be) by the piteous tale of the Prioress concerning the little clergy-boy,-how, after the wicked Jews had cut his throat because he ever sang 0 Alma Redemptoris, and had cast him into a pit, he was found there by his mother. loudly giving forth the hymn in honour of the Blessed Virgin which he had loved so well. Master Harry Bailly was, as in duty bound, the first to interrupt by a string of jests the silence which had ensued :

And then at first he looked upon me,
And saidë thus: “What man art thou ?” quoth he;
“Thou lookèst as thou wouldèst find a hare,
For ever upon the ground I see thee stare.
Approach more near, and lookë merrily!
Now 'ware you, sirs, and let this man have space.
He in the waist is shaped as well as I;
This were a puppet in an arm to embrace
For any woman, small and fair of face.
He seemeth elfish by his countenance,
For unto no wight doth he dalliánce.

From this passage we may gather, not only that Chaucer was, as the Host of the Tabard's transparent self-irony implies, small of stature and slender, but that he was accustomed to be twitted on account of the abstracted or absent look which so often tempts children of the world to offer its wearer a penny for his thoughts. For “elfish ” means bewitched by the elves, and hence vacant or absent in demeanour.

It is thus, with a few modest but manifestly truthful touches, that Chaucer, after the manner of certain great painters, introduces his own figure into a quiet corner of his crowded canvas. But mere outward likeness is of little moment, and it is a more interesting enquiry whether there are any personal characteristics of another sort, which it is possible with safety to ascribe to him, and which must be, in a greater or less degree, connected with the distinctive qualities of his literary genius. For in truth it is but a sorry makeshift of literary biographers to seek to divide a man who is an author into two separate

L

beings, in order to avoid the conversely fallacious procedure of accounting for everything which an author has written by something which the man has done or been inclined to do. What true poet has sought to hide, or succeeded in hiding, his moral nature from his muse? None in the entire band, from Petrarch to Villon, and least of all the poet whose song, like so much of Chaucer's, seems freshly derived from Nature's own inspiration.

One very pleasing quality in Chaucer must have been his modesty. In the course of his life this may have helped to recommend him to patrons so many and so various, and to make him the useful and trustworthy agent that he evidently became for confidential missions abroad. Physically, as has been seen, he represents himself as prone to the habit of casting his eyes on the ground ; and we may feel tolerably sure that to this external manner corresponded a quiet, observant disposition, such as that which may be held to have distinguished the greatest of Chaucer's successors among English poets. To us, of course, this quality of modesty in Chaucer makes itself principally manifest in the opinion which he incidentally shows himself to entertain concerning his own rank and claims as an author. Herein, as in many other points, a contrast is noticeable between him and the great Italian masters, who were so sensitive as to the esteem in which they and their poetry were held. Who could fancy Chaucer crowned with laurel, like Petrarch, or even, like Dante, speaking with proud humility of “the beautiful style that has done honour to him," while acknowledging his obligation for it to a great predecessor ? Chaucer again and again disclaims all boasts of perfection, or pretensions to pre-eminence, as a poet. His Canterbury Pilgrims have in his name to

[ocr errors]

disavow, like Persius, having slept on Mount Parnassus, or possessing “rhetoric ” enough to describe a heroine's beauty; and he openly allows that his spirit grows dull as he grows older, and that he finds a difficulty as a translator in matching his rhymes to his French original. He acknowledges as incontestable the superiority of the poets of classical antiquity :

Little book, no writing thou envý,
But subject be to all true poësy,
And kiss the steps, where'er thou seest space

Of Virgil, Ovid, Homer, Lucan, Stace.
But more than this. In the House of Fame he expressly
disclaims having in his light and imperfect verse sought
to pretend to “mastery” in the art poetical; and in a
charmingly expressed passage of the Prologue to the Legend
of Good Women he describes himself as merely following
in the wake of those who have already reaped the harvest
of amorous song, and have carried away the corn :-

And I come after, gleaning here and there,
And am full glad if I can find an ear

Of any goodly word that ye have left.
Modesty of this stamp is perfectly compatible with a
certain self-consciousness which is hardly ever absent from
greatness, and which at all events supplies a stimulus not
easily dispensed with except by sustained effort on the part
of a poet. The two qualities seem naturally to combine
into that self-containedness (very different from self-con-
tentedness) which distinguishes Chaucer, and which helps
to give to his writings a manliness of tone, the directopposite
of the irretentive querulousness found in so great a number
of poets in all times. He cannot indeed be said to

i Statius.

maintain an absolute reserve concerning himself and his affairs in his writings; but as he grows older, he seems to become less and less inclined to take the public into his confidence, or to speak of himself except in a pleasantly light and incidental fashion. And in the same spirit he seems, without ever folding his hands in his lap, or ceasing to be a busy man and an assiduous author, to have grown indifferent to the lack of brilliant success in life, whether as a man of letters or otherwise. So at least one seems justified in interpreting a remarkable passage in the House of Fame, the poem in which perhaps Chaucer allows us to see more deeply into his mind than in any other. After surveying the various company of those who had come as suitors for the favours of Fame, he tells us how it seemed to him in his long December dream) that some one spoke to him in a kindly way,

And saidë : “Friend, what is thy name?
Art thou come hither to have fame?

Nay, forsoothë, friend!” quoth I;
"I came not hither (grand merci !)
For no such causë, by my head!
Sufficeth me, as I were dead,
That no wight have my name in hand.
I wot myself best how I stand ;
For what I suffer, or what I think,
I will myselfë all it drink,
Or at least the greater part

As far forth as I know my art.” With this modest but manly self-possession we shall not go far wrong in connecting what seems another very distinctly marked feature of Chaucer's inner nature. He seems to have arrived at a clear recognition of the truth with which Goethe humorously comforted Eckermann in the shape of the proverbial saying, “ Care has been taken

« PreviousContinue »