Mr A. F. Pollard has written a book on Henry VIII1 & Professor Goldwin Smith reviews it in the North American Review.2 Professor Smith’s article is mainly an attack on Henry & the late Mr Froude: immediately afterwards there appears in the Fortnightly Review Mr W.S. Lilly’s article on the last named historian.

Froude thought Henry was a marvellous instrument of Providence in the evolution of the Church of England, Professor Smith thinks that Henry was not a ‘high bred gentleman’, Mr Lilly thinks that the late Mr Froude was congenitally incapable of speaking the truth. (Mr Lilly is secretary to the Catholic Association of Great Britain.) Someone else says that ‘The proper place among the diseases of the mind for this wanton insolence may be found by anybody who has the patience & the spare time to read the works of Mr Lilly’.3 On such lines & in such tempers do we approach creative history & its heroes.

MM. Bouvard & Pécuchet, before they began their never finished Dictionary of Accepted Ideas, studied the works of Professors to find Truth. They attacked for instance the subject of literary style; they discovered Marmontel groaning over the licence that Homer allowed himself & Blair, an Englishman, lamenting the violence of Shakespeare. Bouvard found the disagreements of Professors so confusing & so distracting… ‘ces questions le travaillèrent tellement qu’il y gagnait une jaunisse’. After much reading the works of Professors & others on the question of the personality & the Times of Henry VIII it is difficult to escape the fate of Bouvard. It is at least refreshing to consider the point of view of one simple minded & aloof. A question was set in an examination paper: ‘Who was your favourite historical character & why?’ A schoolboy answered: ‘Henry VIII, because he was the only one that had more wives than children’.

This has a frivolous sound but actually that answer is a symptom serious enough: it represents the net value of History as it is taught today, in so far as it touches the time of Henry VIII.

That schoolboy, seriously considered, voiced practically the general view. The matter of the wives is a very insignificant detail of a whole reign, long, tortuous in its intrigues, extremely difficult to follow in its very broadest outlines: before ever one is able to descend to the king’s psychology & motives. Yet that matter has obsessed all our historians: it obsessed Mr Froude; no doubt it obsessed the first Defender of the Faith himself. It obsesses Professor Goldwin Smith to the point of hysteria; it ‘intrigues’ to this day the whole of Catholic Europe & as much of Protestant England as thinks of sixteenth-century history. It can not, apparently, be got away from.

Immediately after reading Professor Smith’s article I discussed the whole personality of Henry with three ex officio leaders of public opinion of today. Their joint, net, opinion was that he was a ‘lover’. Professor Smith however calls Henry a ‘human tiger’ who could not feel love. Yet Marillac the French Ambassador says (Letters & Papers, vol. xvi, 12) that Henry was ‘so amourous of the Queen, Katharine Howard, that he could not do enough for her’ & Chapuys, Charles V’s ambassador, says (Ibid, vol. xvii) that he thought Henry had his death at her execution he looked so ill after. Froude says that it was a pity Henry could not have lived in a world without women, to which Professor Smith gallantly but quite inconsequently retorts: ‘Would Mr Froude have found it a pleasant world?’ But Jerome Cardan, a professor with his eyes on the stars, accounts for the poor king’s matrimonial misfortunes which he had witnessed & lamented, thus: ‘Venus being in conjunction with Cauda, Lampas partook of the nature of Mars: Luna in occiduo cardine was among the dependencies of Mars & Mars himself was in the illstarred constellation Virgo & in the quadrant of Jupiter Infelix’. Mr Froude calls this ‘abominable nonsense’ whilst Henry himself remarked: ‘Happy those who never saw a King & whom a King never saw’.

Cardinal Pole in the revised version of De Unitate Ecclesiae accuses Henry of having debauched the sister of Anne Boleyn before divorcing Katharine of Aragon. Froude calls Cardinal Pole an arrogant, loquacious & ineffectual traitor. But Professor Smith says he was broadminded & exactly the reverse of everything that Froude called him. Pole says of himself that at the age of thirty-six he had long been conversant with old men & had long judged the oldest men too young for him to learn wisdom from. On the other hand he freely acknowledges that this remarkable wisdom was the gift of the king who had specially fostered his education. He wrote a book for the king’s private reading intended to turn the king back to the Old Faith & away from Anne. He swore to the king that no one had seen it after he had submitted it for the approval of the Vatican authorities. It contained such passages as: ‘Your flatterers have filled your heart with folly, you have made yourself abhorred amongst the rulers of Xtendom…. Rex est partus Naturae laborantis, populus enim regem procreat’. It astonished him that this failed to convert Henry & he travelled all Europe over seeking to raise a crusade against his king.

Froude accordingly calls Pole a fool, an evil genius, a narrow & odious fanatic, & a traitor to the Instrument of Providence. But Professor Smith excuses this treachery with: ‘surely without any religious fanaticism any man might well object to seeing the Church, the unity of which all Xtians prized, rent in twain in order to satisfy a tyrant’s lust’.

Henry however had been able to satisfy his lust with Anne, not to mention her sister, without rending the church in twain, for according to both Pole & Professor Smith Anne had been his mistress for years before the divorce. (Professor Smith speaks of Henry’s ‘brutal behaviour in openly installing his mistress as Queen designate at her side’.) The king had also, according to them both, ‘certainly’ enjoyed her sister. Mr Froude however thinks it unlikely that in that case Henry, his people & his Parliament could have been so ‘cynically heartless’ as to demand his separation from Katharine on the ground of incest. Professor Smith however considers the charge ‘certainly proved’: for, in the Act of Parliament, 28 Hen. VIII cap. 27, illegitimate unions are decreed to bring persons within the degree of consanguinity of marriage. Charles V’s view of the matter was (he was telling Wyatt, Henry’s ambassador, that he could not prevent Spanish preachers uttering these slanders against Henry): ‘Preachers will preach against myself whenever there is cause; that cannot be hindered; kings be not kings of tongues. And if men give cause to be spoken of they will be spoken of’. Thus Charles supported freedom of speech. On the other hand, the Queen of Navarre said to the Papal Nuncio at about the same time: ‘Say you that the King of England is a man lost & cast away? I would to God that your master the Pope, & the Emperor, & we here did live after so good & godly a sort as he & his doth.’

Thomas Cromwell’s portrait by Holbein, says Professor Smith, ‘is a softened version of the subject’! It is not ugly enough. His authority for this is Mr Merriman, who wrote in 1902. And: ‘For thorough paced villainy Cromwell had no peers. Who besides him has ever deliberately set down his criminal intentions in a memorandum book: “Item, The Abbot of Glaston to be tried at Glaston & also to be executed there with his accomplices. Item, to see that the evidence be well sorted & the indictment well drawn…. Item to send Gendon to the Tower to be racked. Item to appoint preachers to go through the realm to preach the gospel & the true word of God”.’ Yet Cardinal Pole, whom Professor Smith so much admires, was setting down in memoranda in books, & crying to all the princes in Europe, that his own king must be taken upon the field of battle & his entrails torn out & burnt before his face. And Pole too would have sent preachers with the true word of God throughout this realm.

The late Mr Froude found Cromwell a mighty minister & a consummate diplomatist, skilfully balancing the Powers one against another & crushing out seditions with a strong but necessary & beneficent hand… until Henry began to frown on him. Then immediately, Cromwell’s bringing about the diplomatic marriage with Anne of Cleves becomes ‘stooping to dabble in the muddy waters of intrigue’. When he was in the Tower Cromwell wrote: ‘Most Gracious Lord, I never spoke with the Chancellor of the Augmentation & Throgmorton at one time. But if I did I am sure I never spoke of any such matter & your Grace knows what matter of man Throgmorton is.’ But Froude says this denial ‘was faint, indirect, not like the broad, absolute repudiation of a man who was consciously clear of offience’. Cromwell was accused of having said before the Chancellor & Throgmorton that he would fight against the king sword in hand if the king reversed his policy. Cromwell of course had hanged many men on hearsay evidence of informers like Throgmorton, & Marillac puts the matter: ‘Words idly spoken he had aforetime twisted into treason: the measure which he had dealt out to others shall now be meted out to him.’ And this was practically the view of the Council that condemned him. Froude however says that Henry was forced to execute Cromwell because ‘the illegal acts of a minister who had been trusted with extraordinary powers were too patent to be denied’. Professor Smith accounts for it all by: ‘The king feared those under whose influence he had been & could not bear to let them live.’ The King of France & Cardinal ‘Du Bellay’ were of opinion that Cromwell fell because he wanted to marry the Princess Mary, no doubt with a view to the succession: ‘insomuch as at all times when any marriage was treated of for the Lady Mary he did always his best to break the same’. It should be remembered that the fondest desire of the Cardinal & Francis had been a French marriage for Mary.

Thus each man may see in the case of Henry VIII what he most desires to see, Professor Smith seeing that it is almost needless to add Cromwell was corrupt, & ‘accumulated wealth by foul means’. Yet in the nature of the case the only proof of this is the accusations of his enemies, for Cromwell was not even tried. The case against Anne Boleyn rests perhaps on no better evidence. She was at least tried & – Froude urges – found guilty by the greatest peers of the Realm, her own father being amongst them. Yet in her case, tho’ not in Cromwell’s, Professor Smith can see that nothing was proved against her… because he desires to prove that Henry was a human tiger.

I propose to sum up very briefly my views of Henry, to add one more to the small collection of bizarreries of judgements here adduced. (I had studied the matter for some years & had got together all the materials for a life of this king & I had written my first chapter when Mr Pollard forestalled me with his book, which for that reason I refrain from commenting upon.) Henry to me was a man very much of his age. He was of course a Tudor & a king: this made him unreasonable, ungovernable, with the horrible suspicions of a high solitude & a great craving for a companion he could trust. But it was in the nature of the policies of that day to be tortuous & in their very basis unscrupulous. Deceit was a recognized factor in public life & Henry employed all his trusted companions in endless intrigues that were based on sheer deceit. Taking this king & these things together it needs very little knowledge of psychology to see that his career must be one of passionate attachments reacting towards still more passionate suspicions. He employed these persons to deceive, he trusted them; sooner or later he must have the thought in his mind: These persons are deceiving me. And, that being the case in a Court circle, grounds for that belief could never be long wanting. Anne Boleyn & Katharine were as inevitably doomed to suspicion as Wolsey & Cromwell. He was a king & by every scheme of ethics of his contemporaries the fitting penalty for deceiving him was death. If we accept Professor Smith’s view of Henry as an insensate human tiger there were certainly no high-bred gentlemen in Europe of that day. It was a world of tigers.

It naturally was not, being only a world with other ideals from those of XXth century England & North America. ‘Tue la’ is still the hardly ethically or legally condemned remedy for matrimonial infidelity of the great Latin races & of by far the greater portion of the population of the globe. Very possibly Henry ‘lusted’ after other women as soon as he tired of one & very possibly too that helped him to desire the divorce of Katharine. But very possibly it did not. It must be remembered too that in those days what Schopenhauer called ‘Christo-Germanisch Dummheit’, the idea that women were to be more tenderly treated than men, had hardly been evolved & Henry was quite within his ethical scheme & the scheme of his contemporaries when he swept women as well as men out of his way by execution. The legal penalty for high treason was burning in the case of women & Henry was very essentially a child of his age. Populus enim regem procreat, as Pole said.

He was in fact not much more monstrous than his people but his people had given him more scope. And monstrous as we may account his treatment of Katharine of Aragon, judged by our own standards, it was as nothing to the treatment of that very unfortunate lady by Henry VII, the king whom so humanitarian a person as More eulogized.

But if it be Pharisaism to call Henry a human tiger it is blind Hero Worship to call him an instrument of providence or even a particularly great king. He was certainly a very hard worker but otherwise he was little more than a very obstinate opportunist. If he escaped ultimate disaster it was only on account of the utter incapacity & irresoluteness of his fellow rulers in Christendom. To a person with any imagination it is little less than maddening to follow the proceedings of Charles V during the great rising in the North when Henry was absolutely at his last gasp before the Catholic rebels. Of policy he had none & his mind was always fixed on the most meticulous details of his day’s chicanery. He detested Protestantism & he forced it upon the world, he held public debates with heretics & when he failed to convince them he had no better remedy than to let them be burnt for beliefs which, two years later, his opportunism forced him to tolerate. Upon the whole he increased the prestige of the Crown very materially but he did it in such a way that as soon as the personal power of the Tudors went from the Throne the Throne lost that power of packing juries & parliaments which was essentially the secret of his government.

Heavy, threatening, jealous & craving for that sympathy that is admiration, he made an immense splutter in Christendom. But he did not direct any tendencies: he merely changed them in a time when change was in the air.

If we regard him personally he seems, I think, a tragic figure as every suspicious man born to great power must be. Temperamental jealousy & suspicion are the greatest of all the plagues of the flesh, since jealous man is incapable of believing the most material proofs of innocence and perpetually torments himself very horribly for reasons that come out of his own being, & I am strongly inclined to believe that he must have been what today we call a neurotic subject, at any rate in his later years. The times were very complicated & the daily work that he had to get through was very great. Merely to read today & to keep in mind all the separate threads of events in the Calendars of Letters & State Papers, merely to follow them very much at one’s leisure is a sufficiently great undertaking. But to have been buried deep in the very belly of the events, to have trembled for one’s throne, for one’s dynasty, one’s land, one’s personal honour & very certainly for one’s soul, to have been certain of only one thing… that there was no man one could trust: all that must have meant a strain constant, increasing & maddening. I am not in the least inclined to doubt that Henry may really have believed his marriage with Katharine cursed by God. He was a superstitious man in a superstitious age & all her sons died at birth. It is possible even that he believed the adulteries of Anne & Katharine Howard were the successive revenges of Providence for his breaking up the Church & that this rivetted in his mind the belief in their adulteries. His precautions for keeping his son alive were those of a man in a panic & there is no doubt that, had he lived, he would have sought reconciliation with the Pope. A letter to Charles V asking for his intercession was actually drafted but never sent. You have only to look at his portrait to see that his life was not very merry.

The fact is that any study of Henry & his times must be a pathologic one. To approach them in any ex parte spirit… to approach any period of revolution, any revolutionary figure, or indeed to approach any figure or any period in a partisan spirit, is to do no more than to convince men who already agree with you or to give a picture of yourself to anyone who may happen to be disinterested. One or two foreign historians of distinction have assured me that the distinguishing defect of their English confrères is their insularity… their being exclusively preoccupied with the affairs of England. And when we look at the wideness of research of German professors the charge seems comparatively correct, though I suppose we may point to Robertson & Gibbon, not to mention the researches of Mr Martin Hume in the archives of Simancas or the delightful South American studies of Mr Cunninghame Graham. But the insular tendency is traceable to our inborn habit of regarding History as a branch of polemics. It is obvious that in that case our polemics will bear upon points that most nearly touch ourselves & that we shall find those points in our own history.

And the English public does not want impartial history. It asks for ethical points of view, ethical ‘leads’; just as it can not understand ‘the use’ of impersonal fiction. Consequently only the political tract ‘pays’ & we have phenomena like the histories of Hume, Macaulay & Froude; that amusing skit, Professor Smith’s article, & articles of similar, less exaggerated, but less amusing types.

The polemic is of course very stimulating & very exhilarating when it is well done: at its best it promotes thought, at its worst it provides a human document, casting light upon the workings of its writer’s mind. But it reduces History to a battlefield, rejoinder following rejoinder, so that the course of historic study remains perpetually in the same groove until it vanishes altogether in mere meticulousness or personal abuse.4

On the other hand the writing of impersonal history is a difficult matter, because the suppression of self is difficult. Yet in spite of the fact that the public does not want impartial writing & of the race habit of regarding History as polemics we have a powerful & industrious school of ‘scientific’ historians, a comparatively new growth in England. The State subsidizes great historical works & Lord Acton has left behind him as a memorial a gigantic enterprise of historical projection. Thus as far as research goes impersonal History is practicable in England. Unfortunately for the projection of these researches, meticulousness & the habit of rejoinder distinguish the Scientific Historian as well as the Polemical. And these things tend to destroy the sense of proportion which is really the Historic Sense. If one reads works of the type of Mr Round’s Commune of London one discovers that the greater part of them is given up to the battleaxing of opponents over matters that, relatively speaking, are not of much more importance than the authenticity of a disused postage stamp. It is almost nothing more than a manifestation of the collector’s habit.

This phrase is of course too violent & is hitting below the belt, for very obviously it is Mr Round’s business, as it is one of his supreme qualities, to strengthen the minutest links of his chains as he goes along. But to devote too much space to mere controversy & to leave selection entirely out of a work is to make one’s work comparatively useless as projection, though as research it may be supremely useful. Lord Acton on the other hand made little use of the controversial battleaxe, his habit of research was almost incredible, but he was so essentially rather the reader than the writer that he left practically nothing behind him except his tradition. It is in the spirit of this tradition that the committee of Scientific Historians to which I have referred is now engaged in putting pens to paper.

But as soon as they have begun to write – as soon as they have begun that projection of materials which is Creative History – they have, according to their own earlier ideals, slipped down hill and they confess that it is impossible to write without ‘points of view’. In the journal which to the public at large represents the Scientific Historian this reaction is marked enough. Thus today one may read in its columns the query whether Mazarin is not more vividly portrayed in Dumas’ Vingt Ans Après, than in what purports to be a serious historical work under review &, on the same page, in a review of Mr Roby’s Roman Private Law there appears: ‘Certainly an author who does not reverence the functions of imagination in history is not likely to make much of the origins of ancient institutions’. Thus we have the pendulum shewn in its swing back towards the Historical Novel. It is in fact quite possible to be impersonal in research; it is frankly impossible as soon as it comes to projection. Even in his prefaces to the Calendars of Letters & Papers (I remain for purposes of unity within the reign of Henry VIII) Dr Gairdner commits himself to such a sentence as: ‘Sane men it would seem, did not covet martyrdom.’ And later on he has a paragraph commencing in the old polemic way: ‘We have heard it said in times past & sometimes in our own day, that…’ & going on to combat what he had heard said. (Letters & Papers, Hen. VIII, vol. xvi).

I do not of course condemn Dr Gairdner as intemperate, but it seems to me that, if counsels of perfection prevailed at the Record Office, the Master of the Rolls should reprove Dr Gairdner… which would be absurd. Yet that reductio ad absurdum should add one more to the proofs that absolute detachment in historic writing is an impossibility. And it gives the pendulum one kick further back towards the Historical Novel of the type of Salammbô or the Education sentimentale. Or even, horrible to think, it may swing once more towards works like Vingt Ans Après, or Windsor Castle.

History conceived as an exact Science is an impossibility because even the minutest of financial accounts is made by human means, coloured by human views or liable to the slips of human pens, & as soon as your historian has gathered his materials together the devil of theorizing enters into him. One might say, a priori, that to get to know history one is safe in studying the accumulations at the various Record Offices of the world, yet Froude did this with fatal results. He went there with preconceived notions & preconceived notions are the death of the historic sense. Without that last the writing of history becomes as worthless as the writing of advertisements. For, in essence, such an article as Professor Smith’s is a form of self advertisement … not an odious one or in any way a reprehensible one, but still a form. When Professor Smith looks at the portraits of Henry’s queens he says at once that these ‘do not indicate that His Majesty’s sense of beauty was very keen’. This ‘advertises’ Prof. Smith’s taste at the expense of Henry’s, leaving quite out of account the fact that the aesthetic sense is a matter of associations & that ideals of beauty can never be fixed. It is in fact an attempt to force the writer’s personality & standards upon the world. The possession of the historic sense would make this impossible: it may drive the writer to want to know what type of beauty was then dominant, it might even drive him to ask why; it would at any rate cause him either to attempt to understand these matters or to leave them alone. But it would certainly prevent his ever trying to force his private preferences upon the world at the expense of his subject. It would do this in ethical matters as in aesthetic, in the domain of religious as of national feelings. For the possession of the historic sense makes first of all for comprehension. It implies an immense tolerance, an immense understanding, possibly an immense pity or possibly an immense contempt for one’s kind.

One of these last will be the writer’s ‘point of view’, essentially true or essentially false according to the standard of the reader. But it will be innocuous because it will be the product not of a doctrinaire spirit but of temperament. It will warp the presentations of character all one way or all another way, it will select no one type for praise & no other for blame. It will be honest.

In the domain of History there is no such thing as Time. She deals either with those who are dead or those who will soon be as dead as the men who fought before Troy. De mortuis nil nisi bonum5 is an idiotic & harmful motto, but it recurs with a pleasant ring when one is reading Froude’s blackening of Pole or Professor Smith on Thomas Cromwell. For these men, if one thinks of them at all, become alive once more, once 12 Critical Essays more strive, once more err, die & enlist one’s feelings in their opposing struggles, failures & inevitably tragic deaths.

The Scientific Historian is a private worker, he collects matter as another man collects mezzotints, he may annotate texts or refute errors. But the moment he emerges from these retreats it is his duty to be a creative artist, it is his business to evolve from his dry bones a picture of an era, of an individual, or of a type. And being thus a creator, he should be above his creations to the extent of checking both his preferences & his dislikes. Let him set his Henry on his feet & put into his mouth the words he really did utter; let him make Charles move once more & once more speak to Wyatt; the cry of the common people may sound through their voluminous protests to the Privy Council. Let the gossip of Marillac be set against the gossip of Chapuys: the most outrageous of Henry’s dialectical outpourings against the most outrageous of Luther, of Bucer, of Pole, of Latimer, of Shaxton, of Jerome & of the Anabaptists, let the Creative Historian set their most noble utterances & deeds against their most noble. Let his writing be ‘documented’ down to the bottom, colloquial of the vernacular, & above all let it be interesting. He may leave his readers to draw their own morals.

It may be objected that such a work of art would be in technique a work of fiction. One replies: ‘Why not?’ For in their really higher manifestations History & Fiction are one: they are documented, tolerant, vivid; their characters live & answer & react one upon another each after his own sort. Fiction indeed, so long as it is not written with a purpose, is Contemporary History & History is the same thing as the Historic Novel, as long as it is inspired with the Historic Sense… the Historic Novel with a wide outlook upon peoples & upon kings. What was Tacitus but a novelist (Mr Tarver would say a novelist with a purpose) or what is the following passage but incomparable History:

[1903–4], ed. Sondra J. Stang and Richard Stang, Yale Review, 78:4 (Summer 1989), [511]–524.

1 Henry VIII by A.F. Pollard, London, Goupil & Co.

2 ‘A Gallery of Portraits,’ by Goldwin Smith, DCL.

3 Daily Chronicle, 1 June 1903.

4 Cf. Mr Lilly or Mr Froude.

5 [Speak nothing but good of the dead.]

6 ‘La Légende de Saint Julien l’Hospitalier’. [‘He knew hunger, thirst, fevers, and vermin. He became inured to the din of battle, to the sight of the dying. The wind tanned his skin. His limbs were hardened by their contact with armour; and hecause he was very strong, brave, temperate, shrewd, he easily obtained the command of a company.
     When the battle started, he would spur his soldiers on by brandishing his sword. With the help of a knotted rope, he would climb over the walls of citadels at night, swinging in the gales, while sparks of Greek fire stuck to his armour, and boiling oil and molten lead poured from the battlements. Often the blow of a stone shattered his shield. Bridges, overloaded with men, crumbled under him. By swinging his mace he got rid of fourteen horsemen. In single combat he defeated all who challenged him. More than twenty times he was presumed dead.’]