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Henry Sidgwick- Eye of the Universe

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  changed his stripes. This new parental intimacy led to more filial pain,

  and more betrayal, what with Symonds being pressured to give up his

  precious Willie Dyer: “The back of my life was broken when I yielded to

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  convention, and became untrue in soul to Willie.” The cathartic poetry

  flowed.

  This was only the beginning. Another chorister, Alfred Brooke, would

  follow in Willie’s place, with similar results. Worse still, Symonds himself

  was very nearly brought into scandal by one of his Oxford friends. His aca-

  demic career had been turned around, thanks to the stimulus of Conington

  and Jowett, the latter having entered the scene during Symonds’s last two

  years at Balliol. He had also been spurred by a conversation between

  Conington and Green that he had accidentally overheard, in which his se-

  niors had worried that “Barnes” (their nickname for him) would not “get

  his First.” The “sting” of this assessment “remained in me; and though I

  cared little enough for first-classes, in comparison with lads’ love, I then

  and there resolved that I would win the best first of my year.” He

  did – “a first-class in Litterae Humaniores – the best first of my year” –

  along with a Magdalen Fellowship. And it was while at Magdalen that

  he was nearly ruined by C. G. H. Shorting, whom he had befriended

  in . Shorting’s “conduct with regard to boys, especially the choris-

  ters at Magdalen, brought him into serious trouble,” and Symonds in

  retrospect found “that my whole nature was harassed by the quarrels,

  reconcilements, jealousies, suspicions, which diversified our singular sort

  of comradeship.” Shorting “the troublous friend, who had chosen the

  broad way of self-indulgence, plagued me by his influence – by the sym-

  pathy I felt for him, my horror of his course, the love I nourished in my

  bosom for a man I could not respect.”

  Annoyed by Symonds’s efforts to restrain him, Shorting, in Novem-

  ber of , “had sent a document defamatory of myself, and containing

  extracts from my private correspondence and my poems, to six of the

  Magdalen fellows. His object was to prove that I had supported him in his

  pursuit of the chorister Goolden, that I shared his habits and was bent on

  the same path.”

  Symonds’s conscience may have been “clear,” but the nastiness of the

  whole matter was considerable. Magdalen was largely hostile to the Balliol

  liberalism that Symonds practically embodied, and to the system of open

  fellowships that had brought him in, which factors made him suspect that

  his trial would be something of a show. In the event, he did go down in

  November to prepare his defense and “received letters of support from

  some of the most distinguished men in Oxford and in England – numbers of

  them – which were placed in the President of Magdalen’s hands, together

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  with my own statement. . . . After some time, on  December, a general

  meeting of the College of Magdalen acquitted me of the charges brought

  by Shorting.”

  Symonds was acquitted, and Shorting left Oxford in disgrace, but once

  again the vague sense of betraying a friend and denying his true self insured

  that the psychic cost would be considerable. Besides, the whole atmosphere

  of Oxford was now poisoned. Suspicion clung to him, and although he

  continued in residence at Magdalen for the rest of the year, it was a painful

  time. He was determined, however, to do some good work as a partial

  redemption of himself in his father’s eyes. Despite collapsing health, in

  part brought on by his continuing psychic agonies and pining for Brooke,

  he completed his pathbreaking study of the Renaissance, which won the

  Chancellor’s Essay Prize. This was to be the capstone of his official Oxford

  career – a celebration of Platonism in the Renaissance.

  To be sure, the Shorting affair had also strengthened his father’s hand

  in counselling about the dangers to health and reputation that could be

  found in Arcadia. The crushing, undeniable power of paternal guidance,

  combined with the ineradicable quality of his own feelings and tenden-

  cies, ensured that the s would be years of “storm and stress” for

  Symonds as well as for Sidgwick. Shorting’s malicious gambit had brought

  home to him how vulnerable he really was. More infatuations and more

  unstable friends only worked to keep the influence of Dr. Symonds in

  the ascendant. Whitney Davis has suggested that during this crucial pe-

  riod, Dr. Symonds was applying the ideas of James Cowles Prichard,

  whose delineation of “‘moral insanity’ extended Philippe Pinel’s iden-

  tification, in , of a mania ‘confined to the moral feelings and the

  emotions, just as in other cases the perceptive and reasoning powers are

  the sole subjects of disorder.’” Thus, for both Prichard and Dr. Symonds,

  “the ‘perversions’ of ‘moral insanity’ included inexplicable marital jeal-

  ousy, uncontrolled temper, financial recklessness, and excessive fascina-

  tion with sexual matters. They recommended that the affected person

  separate himself totally – or be forcibly separated – from the objects to-

  wards which the disordered feelings were directed.” Even if the elder

  Symonds would not have pronounced either his son or Vaughan alto-

  gether “morally insane,” he did prescribe, in both cases, something very

  much like this form of treatment. This “liberalized approach,” Davis ob-

  serves, “stood midway between the long-established canonical and juridi-

  cal condemnation of sodomy and other heteroclite affections, and the later

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  medical-psychiatric therapy of ‘homosexuality’ and other supposed sexual

  anomalies.”

  Here it is well worth bearing in mind that, despite the cogency of various

  broadly Foucauldian claims about the webs of power and domination built

  into psychiatric discourse, Dr. Symonds’s tactics compared somewhat

  favorably to the use of the gallows and the pillory, the corrective measures

  that a rabidly homophobic England had employed for most of the nine-

  teenth century. Louis Crompton, in his classic study, Byron and Greek

  Love: Homophobia in th-Century England, has extensively documented

  the singularly brutal way in which England
dealt with male love, which

  stands in marked contrast to the liberalizing tendencies of the Continent:

  It was totally out of keeping that England, under the circumstances, should have

  invoked its parliamentary statute to hang sixty men in the first three decades of

  the ninetenth century and have hanged another score under its naval regulations.

  When we consider that England’s gay male minority at this time must have

  numbered several hundred thousand (if we use modern statistics as a guide), it is

  obvious that only a tiny proportion were touched by the law in its severest form.

  Yet the threat of the gallows was always present to darken these men’s perception

  of themselves as outcasts and to justify a multitude of lesser, but still onerous,

  forms of persecution. As one of Byron’s closest friends at Cambridge put it in a

  letter to the poet about their shared inclinations: ‘We risque our necks.’ At the

  time this letter was written, Byron was on his way back from his first journey

  to Greece. Charles Skinner Matthews’s remark was inspired by a visit he had

  made with their common friend Scrope Davies to see two convicted men, an army

  lieutenant and a sixteen-year-old drummer, in Newgate. The man and boy were

  hanged shortly after before a huge crowd, which included a royal duke, who had

  himself recently figured in a scandal that had encouraged alarming rumors.

  As Crompton insightfully observes, Georgian England was simply in

  love with the death penalty, and thus Bentham’s remarkable work on

  pederasty stands out as all the more remarkable – as an utterly pathbreak-

  ing analysis that would not find its emancipatory equal until the work

  of Symonds. For Bentham, the pointless, obfuscatory, pleasure-hating

  nature of the law on this subject was an illustrative, extreme example of

  all that needed reforming. But most of those who would have agreed with

  him in the following decades – Byron and his Cambridge set, Shelley in

  some humors, Clough, Tennyson, and so many of the Apostles, including

  Lord Houghton, the “greatest living Angel” in Sidgwick’s day – had noth-

  ing like his courage, not to mention his legal expertise. And of course, even

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  Bentham had kept this side of his legal reformism underground. Both

  old Benthamite and young Apostle knew why Plato had been pushed

  out of English education to begin with, and needed reviving. The Byronic

  hero – all “the gloom, alienation, wounded pride, and guilt embodied in the

  literary archetype that in many ways reflected Byron’s own personality” –

  was to be replayed in William Johnson’s sadness, Sidgwick’s gloom, and

  Symonds’s “self-loathing.”

  At any rate, the younger Symonds had come to appreciate just how

  dangerous a business his sexuality was, how class and connection had

  their protective limits, and how much his father wanted him to marry. A

  trip to Europe with Green in late spring of  – a trip at the behest of

  Dr. Symonds, who thought it would prove restorative – led to Symonds’s

  two most important relationships with women, and to much else as well. It

  was on this trip that he first met Catherine North. She was a “dreamer and

  thinker,” in love with sketching, and Symonds felt he “could soon have

  fallen in love with her” had she not had to depart with her family after a

  week at Mürren, where they met. And after Catherine departed, Symonds

  developed a rather wild crush on the fifteen-year-old Rosa Engel, the niece

  of the innkeeper. She had come from Thun to help out her uncle over the

  summer, little knowing that she was going to inspire thoughts of Faust’s

  Margaret in the strange English gentleman. Unfortunately, Symonds had

  to go off to meet Green in Zurich, as they had planned. Green, who

  was busy thinking great German thoughts, was none too pleased about

  Symonds’s insisting that they return – through a blizzard – to Mürren

  to meet his potentially normalizing love. All for nought, as it turned out,

  since Rosa had wisely decided that little good was likely to come of his

  attentions.

  Green at length insisted that Symonds continue with their planned

  journey together, and although the latter insisted on a side trip to Thun so

  that he could search (unsuccessfully) for a picture of Rosa, in due course

  they made it to Dresden, where they shared a pension with none other

  than Henry and Arthur Sidgwick, along with J. R. Mozley and Oscar

  Browning. As for the Cambridge men, he had a supremely disengaged

  perspective:

  The Pension we are in is comfortable. . . . There are numbers of young Cambridge men in the house, who, one & all, play the piano & spend their time in nothing but learning German & talking about music. This is somewhat of an infliction.

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  Arthur Sidgwick is among them. Altogether, I feel as if I should be well off here;

  very well, if my eyes wd let me read; but there is something sad in coming back to

  old ways of going on, old gossip, old College talk, old associations of foregone life, much of wh I wd be glad to spurn for good, after the fresh divine existence wh I

  led among the mountains. There I did nothing common or mean, but everything

  was new & had a definite import. Here there are the thousand indifferences &

  little interests that vulgar life brings with it.

  This must have been an inauspicious meeting with Henry, who was

  always decidedly unmusical, but Symonds did find himself traveling part

  of the way home with Arthur, whom he found a most attractive compan-

  ion. In October, he would apparently try to induce Arthur to travel to

  Italy with him, explaining, “I have to-day a desire to embrace at once all

  that is beautiful and deeply thought in Art, Philosophy, and Nature.” In

  December, he would instruct Dakyns, “If you see Arthur please tell him

  of me & make him feel me the never forgetting never to be forgotten but of

  speech and sight much thirsting wh things for reasons are not easily ob-

  tained.” Dakyns was another friend from this period. Over the course

  of a pretty miserable fall back in Clifton, the only bright spot had been

  Dakyns, a new master at Clifton College:

  He was a Rugby-Cambridge man, the friend of Arthur Sidgwick whom I knew,

  and of Henry Sidgwick, whom I was destined to know. All these names will recur

  frequently in my memoirs. Of Graham, I need only say here that his perfervid tem-

  per of emotion, his unselfishness, his capacity for idealizing things and people, the shrewdness of his intellectual sense, and the humour of his utterance (style almost

  of Jean-Paul Richter), made their immediate impression on me. In philosophy he

  inclined to Comtism, chiefly because of its alt
ruistic theories. He was physically

  robust, athletic at football, courageous and spirited, but withal very nervously

  excitable and irritable. Gentle exceedingly and sweet in converse –

  . Masculine to the back-bone.

  Dr. Symonds was apparently less enthusiastic, and vetoed his son’s plan

  to invite Dakyns along on an Italian trip.

  Thus, at the precise time when Symonds was placing himself so thor-

  oughly in his father’s care and keeping, and even feeling affectionate toward

  certain select women, his most intimate circle of male friends had started

  to take shape. The preceding lines in the letter to Dakyns were:

  I cannot tell you exactly as I wish how deeply I feel the more than kindness of your

  words, & yet how much I fear them. I know I am not worthy of them. I dread lest

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  they should make me selfish, & lest a time should come when I might have to cry

  in vain for them & be alone. – Still they are gifts wh I take as I sh take any great gift of God wh came to me & made me live.

  He sends his new friend a book as a gift, in all likelihood his old copy of

  Shelley.

  Needless to say, there was much felt conflict in all this – more guilt,

  more health problems, more drift. And there was much else going on with

  his life beyond his new – and hardly unsuspicious – friends. Symonds was,

  after all, casting about for a career. This took him to London, later in the

  spring of , where he went “to eat dinners at Lincoln’s Inn, and to

  make a pretence of studying law.”

  In London, Symonds socialized, he poeticized, he philosophized. He

  did not in any serious way study law, instead preferring to read and think

  “at random in the club.” Meditations on Goethe’s Proemium to “Gott

  und Welt,” a favorite of his, took up more of his time than studying

  Blackstone. And of course, “I rode in the park, rowed on the Serpentine,

  and went sculling up the river with a waterman of Surbiton. Character-

  istically enough, I began to fall in love with this young fellow.” His

  father again intervened, and with the additional support of the eminent

 

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