VI. THE DULWICH GALLERY
CHAPTER VII. FIRST LOVE
CHAPTER VIII. LIGHT IN A DARK PLACE
CHAPTER IX. POETRY AND POETS
CHAPTER X. HOW FOLKS TURN CHARTISTS
CHAPTER XI. "THE YARD WHERE THE GENTLEMEN LIVE"
CHAPTER XII. CAMBRIDGE
CHAPTER XIII. THE LOST IDOL FOUND
CHAPTER XIV. A CATHEDRAL TOWN
CHAPTER XV. THE MAN OF SCIENCE
CHAPTER XVI. CULTIVATED WOMEN
CHAPTER XVII. SERMONS IN STONES
CHAPTER XVIII. MY FALL
CHAPTER XIX. SHORT AND SAD
CHAPTER XX. PEGASUS IN HARNESS
CHAPTER XXI. THE SWEATER'S DEN
CHAPTER XXII. AN EMERSONIAN SERMON
CHAPTER XXIII. THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS
CHAPTER XXIV. THE TOWNSMAN'S SERMON TO THE GOWNSMAN
CHAPTER XXV. A TRUE NOBLEMAN
CHAPTER XXVI. THE TRIUMPHANT AUTHOR
CHAPTER XXVII. THE PLUSH BREECHES TRAGEDY
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE MEN WHO ARE EATEN
CHAPTER XXIX. THE TRIAL
CHAPTER XXX. PRISON THOUGHTS
CHAPTER XXXI. THE NEW CHURCH
CHAPTER XXXII. THE TOWER OF BABEL
CHAPTER XXXIII. A PATRIOT'S REWARD
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE TENTH OF APRIL
CHAPTER XXXV. THE LOWEST DEEP
CHAPTER XXXVI. DREAMLAND
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE TRUE DEMAGOGUE
CHAPTER XXXVIII. MIRACLES AND SCIENCE
CHAPTER XXXIX. NEMESIS
CHAPTER XL. PRIESTS AND PEOPLE
CHAPTER XLI. FREEDOM, EQUALITY, AND BROTHERHOOD
PREFATORY MEMOIR.
The tract appended to this preface has been chosen to accompany this reprint of Alton Locke in order to illustrate, from another side, a distinct period in the life of Charles Kingsley, which stands out very much by itself. It may be taken roughly to have extended from 1848 to 1856. It has been thought that they require a preface, and I have undertaken to write it, as one of the few survivors of those who were most intimately associated with the author at the time to which the works refer.
No easy task; for, look at them from what point we will, these years must be allowed to cover an anxious and critical time in modern English history; but, above all, in the history of the working classes. In the first of them the Chartist agitation came to a head and burst, and was followed by the great movement towards association, which, developing in two directions and by two distinct methods—represented respectively by the amalgamated Trades Unions, and Co-operative Societies—has in the intervening years entirely changed the conditions of the labour question in England, and the relations of the working to the upper and middle classes. It is with this, the social and industrial side of the history of those years, that we are mainly concerned here. Charles Kingsley has left other and more important writings of those years. But these are beside our purpose, which is to give some such slight sketch of him as may be possible within the limits of a preface, in the character in which he was first widely known, as the most outspoken and powerful of those who took the side of the labouring classes, at a critical time—the crisis in a word, when they abandoned their old political weapons, for the more potent one of union and association, which has since carried them so far.
To no one of all those to whom his memory is very dear can this seem a superfluous task, for no writer was ever more misunderstood or better abused at the time, and after the lapse of almost a quarter of a century the misunderstanding would seem still to hold its ground. For through all the many notices of him which appeared after his death in last January, there ran the same apologetic tone as to this part of his life's work. While generally, and as a rule cordially, recognizing his merits as an author and a man, the writers seemed to agree in passing lightly over this ground. When it was touched it was in a tone of apology, sometimes tinged with sarcasm, as in the curt notice in the "Times"—"He was understood, to be the Parson Lot of those 'Politics for the People' which made no little noise in their time, and as Parson Lot he declared in burning language that to his mind the fault in the 'People's Charter' was that it did not go nearly far enough." And so the writer turns away, as do most of his brethren, leaving probably some such impression as this on the minds of most of their readers—"Young men of power and genius are apt to start with wild notions. He was no exception. Parson Lot's sayings and doings may well be pardoned for what Charles Kingsley said and did in after years; so let us drop a decent curtain over them, and pass on."
Now, as very nearly a generation has passed since that signature used to appear at the foot of some of the most noble and vigorous writing of our time, readers of to-day are not unlikely to accept this view, and so to find further confirmation and encouragement in the example of Parson Lot for the mischievous and cowardly distrust of anything like enthusiasm amongst young men, already sadly too prevalent in England. If it were only as a protest against this "surtout point de zèle" spirit, against which it was one of Charles Kingsley's chief tasks to fight with all his strength, it is well that the facts should be set right. This done, readers may safely be left to judge what need there is for the apologetic tone in connection with the name, the sayings, and doings of Parson Lot.
My first meeting with him was in the autumn of 1848, at the house of Mr. Maurice, who had lately been appointed Reader of Lincolns Inn. No parochial work is attached to that post, so Mr. Maurice had undertaken the charge of a small district in the parish in which he lived, and had set a number of young men, chiefly students of the Inns of Court who had been attracted by his teaching, to work in it. Once a week, on Monday evenings, they used to meet at his house for tea, when their own work was reported upon and talked over. Suggestions were made and plans considered; and afterwards a chapter of the Bible was read and discussed. Friends and old pupils of Mr. Maurice's, residing in the country, or in distant parts of London, were in the habit of coming occasionally to these meetings, amongst whom was Charles Kingsley. He had been recently appointed Rector of Eversley, and was already well known as the author of The Saint's Tragedy, his first work, which contained the germ of much that he did afterwards.
His poem, and the high regard and admiration which Mr. Maurice had for him, made him a notable figure in that small society, and his presence was always eagerly looked for. What impressed me most about him when we first met was, his affectionate deference to Mr. Maurice, and the vigour and incisiveness of everything he said and did. He had the power of cutting out what he meant in a few clear words, beyond any one
