n all simplicity, and not at all in arrogance; for I cannot make head
or tail of them. Perhaps she can make both, for I think she has a taste
and talent for theological controversy. I was surprised to find she had
not marked his diary and journals at all; I hardly knew how to leave
them _un_marked at all. Those Italian journals of his made me almost
sick with longing. It is odd that this southern mania should return upon
me so strongly after so many years of freedom from it, merely because
there seemed to arise just now a possibility of this long-relinquished
hope being fulfilled. I know that I could not live in Italy, and I
suppose that I should be dreadfully offended and grieved by the actual
state of the people, in the midst of all the past and present glory and
beauty, which remains a radiant halo round their social and political
degradation. But I did once so long to live in Italy, and I have lately
so longed to see it, that these journals of Arnold's have made me cry
like a child with yearning and disappointment.
My brother John told me that, in his opinion, Arnold was not entirely
successful as a trainer of young men: that the power and peculiarity of
his own character was such that, in spite of his desire that his pupils
should be free, independent, and individual, they involuntarily became
more or less mental and moral imitations of him: that he turned out
nothing but young Arnolds--copies, on a reduced scale, of himself; few
of them, if any, as good as the original. This involuntary conformity to
any powerful nature is all but inevitable, where veneration would
consciously and deliberately lead to imitation, and thus those minds
which would most willingly leave freedom to others, both as a blessing
and a duty, become unintentionally compelling influences to beget and
perpetuate, in those around them, a tendency to subservience and
dependency.
Charles Greville seems very much amused at my enthusiasm for Arnold, and
still more when I told him that, for Arnold's sake, I wished to know
Bunsen. He said he was sure I should not like him. Rogers told me the
same thing; ... that Arnold was a man easily to be taken in by any one
who would devote themselves to him, which he--Rogers--said Bunsen did
when they met abroad.... How much of this is true, God only knows:
Rogers is often very cynical and ill-natured (alas, he has lived so
long, and known so much and so many!) It may not be true; though, again,
Arnold "was bu
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