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"GEORGE ELIOTS” ANALYSIS OF MOTIVES.

GEORGE Eliot is the greatest of the novelists in the delineation of feeling and the analysis of motives. In "uncovering certain human lots, and seeing how they are woven and interwoven,” some marvellous work has been done by this master in the two arts of rhetoric and fiction.

If you say the telling of a story is her forte, you put her below Wilkie Collins or Mrs. Oliphant; if you say her object is to give a picture of English society, she is surpassed by Bulwer and Trollope ; if she be called a satirist of society, Thackeray is her superior ; if she intends to illustrate the absurdity of behavior, she is eclipsed by Dickens ; but if the analysis of human motives be her forte and art, she stands first, and it is very doubtful whether any artist in fiction is entitled to stand second. She reaches clear in and touches the most secret and the most delicate spring of human action. She has done this so well, so apart from the doing of everything else, and so, in spite of doing some other things indifferently, that she works on a line quite her own, and quite alone, as a creative artist in fiction. Others have done this incidentally and occasionally, as Charlotte Brontë and Walter Scott, but George Eliot does it elaborately, with laborious painstaking, with purpose aforethought. Scott said of Richardson: “In his survey of the heart he left neither head, bay, nor inlet behind him until he had traced its soundings, and laid it down in his chart with all its minute sinuosities, its depths and its shallows.'

This is too much to say of Richardson, but it is not too much to say of George Eliot. She has sounded depths and ex

plored sinuosities of the human heart which were utterly un. known to the author of " Clarissa Harlowe." It is like looking into the translucent brook-you see the wriggling tad, the darting minnow, the leisurely trout, the motionless pike, while in the bays and inlets you see the infusoria and animalculæ as well.

George Eliot belongs to and is the greatest of the school of artists in fiction who write fiction as a means to an end, instead of as an end. And, while she certainly is not a story-teller of the first order, considered simply as a story-teller, her novels are a striking illustration of the power of fiction as a means to an end. They remind us, as few other stories do, of the fact that however inferior the story may be considered simply as & story, it is indispensable to the delineation of character. No other form of composition, no discourse, or essay, or series of independent sketches, however successful, could succeed in bringing out character equal to the novel. Herein is at once the justification of the power of fiction.

" He spake a parable,” with an end in view which could not be so expeditiously attained by any other form of address.

A story of the first-class, with the story as end in itself, and a story of the first class told as a means to an end, has never been, and it is not likely ever will be, found together. The novel with a purpose is fatal to the novel written simply to excite by a plot, or divert by pictures of scenery, or entertain as a mere panorama of social life. So intense is George Eliot's desire to dissect the human heart and discover its motives, that plot, diction, situations, and even consistency in the vocabulary of the characters, are all made subservient to it. With her it is not

much that the characters do thus and so, but why they do thus and so. Dickens portrays the behavior, George Eliot dissects the motive of the behavior. Here comes the human creature, says Dickens, now let us see how he will behave. Here comes the human creature, says George Eliot, now let us see why he behaves.

“Suppose," she says, suppose we turn from outside esti.

mátes of a man, to wonder with keener interest what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings, with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors, and with what spirit he wrestles against universal pressure, which may one day be too heavy for him and bring his heart to a final pause." The outside estimate is the work of Dickens and Thackeray, the inside estimate is the work of George Eliot,

Observe in the opening pages of the great novel of “ Middlemarch” how soon we pass from the outside dress to the inside reasons for it, from the costume to the motives which control it and color it. It was only to close observers that Celia's dress differed from her sister's,” and had “ a shade of coquetry in its arrangements.” Dorothea's “plain dressing was due to mixed conditions, in most of which her sister shared." They were both influenced by " the pride of being ladies," of belonging to a stock not exactly aristocratic, but unquestionably “good." The very quotation of the word good is significant and suggestive. There were no parceltying forefathers” in the Brooke pedigree. A Puritan forefather," who served under Cromwell, but afterward conformed and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate," had a hand in Dorothea's “plain” wardrobe. " She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery," but Celia “ had that common-sense which is able to accept momentons doctrines without any eccentric agitation.” Both were examples of " reversion." Then, as an instance of heredity working itself out in character “in Mr. Brooke, the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance, but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues."

Could anything be more natural than for a woman with this passion for, and skill in," unravelling certain human lots,” to lay herself out upon the human lot of woman, with all her “passionate patience of genius ?" One would say this was inevitable. And, for a delineation of what that lot of woman

really is, as made for her, there is nothing in all literature equal to what we find in “Middlemarch," "Romola," “Daniel Deronda," and "Janet's Repentance."

" She was a woman, and could not make her own lot." Never before, indeed, was 80 much got out of the word “ lot." Never was that little word so hard worked, or well worked. We

e women,” says Gwendolen Harleth, “must stay where we grow, or where the gardeners like to transplant us. We are brought up like the flowers, to look as pretty as we can, and be dull without complaining. That is my notion about the plants, and that is the reason why some of them have got poisonous."

To appreciate the work that George Eliot has done you must read her with the determination of finding out the reason why Gwendolen Harleth “ became poisonous," and Dorothea, with all her brains and“ plans," a failure ; why “the many Theresas find for themselves no epic life, only a life of mistakes, the offspring of a certain spiritual grandeur ill-matched with the meanness of opportunity." You must search these marvellous studies in motives for the key to the blunders of “ the blundering lives” of woman which some have felt are due to the inconvenient indefiniteness with which the Supreme power has fashioned the natures of women. But as there is not level of feminine incompetence as strict as the ability to count three and no more, the social lot of woman cannot be treated with scientific certitude." It is treated with a dissective delineation in the women of George Eliot unequalled in the pages fiction.

And then woman's lot, as respects her “ social promotion" in matrimony, so much sought, and so necessary for her to seek, even in spite of her conscience, and at the expense of her happiness—the unravelling of that lot would also come very natural to this expert unraveller. And never have we had the causes of woman's “ blunders" in match-making, and man's blunders in love-making, told with such analytic acumen, or with such pathetic and sarcastic eloquence. It is not far from the question of woman's social lot to the question of questions of human life,

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the question which has so tremendous an influence upon the fortunes of mankind and womankind, the question which it is so easy for one party to "pop" and so difficult for the other party to answer intelligently or sagaciously.

Why does the young man fall in love with the young woman who is most unfit for him of all the young women of his acquaintance, and why does the young woman accept the young man, or the old man, who is better adapted to making her life unendurable than any other man of her circle of acquaintances ? Why does the stalwart Adam Bede fall in love with Hetty Sorrel, “ who had nothing more than her beauty to recommend her y" The delineator of his motives“ respects him none the

She thinks that “ the deep love he had for that sweet, rounded, dark-eyed Hetty, of whose inward self he was really very ignorant, came out of the very strength of his nature, and not out of any inconsistent weakness. Is it any weakness, pray, to be wrought upon by exquisite music? To feel its wondrous harmonies searching the subtlest windings of your soul, the delicate fibres of life which no memory can penetrate, and binding together your whole being, past and present, in one un. speakable vibration ? If not, then neither is it a weakness to be so wrought upon by the exquisite curves of a woman's cheek, and neck, and arms; by the liquid depth of her beseeching eyes, or the sweet girlish pout of her lips. For the beauty of a lovely woman is like music—what can one say more ?” And

the noblest nature is often blinded to the character of the woman's soul that beauty clothes." Hence the tragedy of human life is likely to continue for a long time to come, in spite of mental philosophers who are ready with the best receipts for avoiding all mistakes of the kind."

How simple the motive of the Rev. Edward Casaubon in popping the question to Dorothea Brooke, bow complex hér motives in answering the question ! He wanted an amanuensis to “ love, honor, and obey' him. She wanted a husband who would be " å sort of father, and could teach you even Hebrew if you wished it.” The matrimonial motives are

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