of relaxation, but for what he has done for us as a reinforcement of faltering purpose and personal independence of character.
His system of a Nature-cure, first professed by Dr. Jean Jaques
and continued by Cowper
, certainly breaks down as a whole.
The Solitary of ‘The Excursion,’ who has not been cured of his scepticism by living among the medicinal mountains, is, so far as we can see, equally proof against the lectures of Pedler and Parson.
apparently felt that this would be so, and accordingly never saw his way clear to finishing the poem.
But the treatment, whether a panacea or not, is certainly wholesome inasmuch as it inculcates abstinence, exercise, and uncontaminate air. I am not sure, indeed, that the Nature-cure theory does not tend to foster in constitutions less vigorous than Wordsworth
's what Milton
would call a fugitive and cloistered virtue at a dear expense of manlier qualities.
The ancients and our own Elizabethans, ere spiritual megrims had become fashionable, perhaps made more out of life by taking a frank delight in its action and passion and by grappling with the facts of this world, rather than muddling themselves over the insoluble problems of another.
If they had not discovered the picturesque, as we understand it, they found surprisingly fine scenery in man and his destiny, and would have seen something ludicrous, it may be suspected, in the spectacle of a grown man running to hide his head in the apron of the Mighty Mother
whenever he had an ache in his finger or got a bruise in the tussle for existence.
But when, as I have said, our impartiality has made all those qualifications and deductions against which even the greatest poet may not plead his privilege, what is left to Wordsworth
is enough to justify his fame.
Even where his genius is wrapped in clouds, the unconquerable lightning of imagination struggles