The real explanation of all this is perfectly obvious; and nothing but a partiality amounting to a ruling passion could cause anybody to miss it.The moral qualities of Bacon were not of a high order.We do not say that he was a bad man.He was not inhuman or tyrannical.He bore with meekness his high civil honours, and the far higher honours gained by his intellect.He was very seldom, if ever, provoked into treating any person with malignity and insolence.No man more readily held up the left cheek to those who had smitten the right.No man was more expert at the soft answer which turneth away wrath.He was never charged, by any accuser entitled to the smallest credit, with licentious habits.His even temper, his flowing courtesy, the general respectability of his demeanour, made a favourable impression on those who saw him in situations which do not severely try the principles.His faults were--we write it with pain--coldness of heart, and meanness of spirit.He seems to have been incapable of feeling strong affection, of facing great dangers, of making great sacrifices.His desires were set on things below wealth, precedence, titles, patronage, the mace, the seals, the coronet, large houses, fair gardens, rich manors, massy services of plate, gay hangings, curious cabinets, had as great attractions for him as for any of the courtiers who dropped on their knees in the dirt when Elizabeth passed by, and then hastened home to write to the King of Scots that her Grace seemed to be breaking fast.For these objects he had stooped to everything and endured everything.For these he had sued in the humblest manner, and, when unjustly and ungraciously repulsed, had thanked those who had repulsed him, and had begun to sue again.For these objects, as soon as he found that the smallest show of independence in Parliament was offensive to the Queen, he had abased himself to the dust before her, and implored forgiveness in terms better suited to a convicted thief than to a knight of the shire.For these he joined, and for these he forsook, Lord Essex.He continued to plead his patron's cause with the Queen as long as he thought that by pleading that cause he might serve himself.Nay, he went further; for his feelings, though not warm, were kind; he pleaded that cause as long as he thought that he could plead it without injury to himself.But when it became evident that Essex was going headlong to his ruin, Bacon began to tremble for his own fortunes.What he had to fear would not indeed have been very alarming to a man of lofty character.It was not death.It was not imprisonment.It was the loss of Court favour.It was the being left behind by others in the career of ambition.It was the having leisure to finish the Instauratio Magna.The Queen looked coldly on him.The courtiers began to consider him as a marked man.He determined to change his line of conduct, and to proceed in a new course with so much vigour as to make up for lost time.When once he had determined to act against his friend, knowing himself to be suspected, he acted with more zeal than would have been necessary or justifiable if he had been employed against a stranger.He exerted his professional talents to shed the Earl's blood, and his literary talents to blacken the Earl's memory.
It is certain that his conduct excited at the time great and general disapprobation.While Elizabeth lived, indeed, this disapprobation, though deeply felt, was not loudly expressed.But a great change was at hand.The health of the Queen had long been decaying; and the operation of age and disease was now assisted by acute mental suffering.The pitiable melancholy of her last days has generally been ascribed to her fond regret for Essex.
But we are disposed to attribute her dejection partly to physical causes, and partly to the conduct of her courtiers and ministers.
They did all in their power to conceal from her the intrigues which they were carrying on at the Court of Scotland.But her keen sagacity was not to be so deceived.She did not know the whole.But she knew that she was surrounded by men who were impatient for that new world which was to begin at her death, who had never been attached to her by affection, and who were now but very slightly attached to her by interest.Prostration and flattery could not conceal from her the cruel truth, that those whom she had trusted, and promoted had never loved her, and were fast ceasing to fear her.Unable to avenge herself, and too proud to complain, she suffered sorrow and resentment to prey on her heart till, after a long career of power, prosperity, and glory, she died sick and weary of the world.
James mounted the throne: and Bacon employed all his address to obtain for himself a share of the favour of his new master.This was no difficult task.The faults of James, both as a man and as a prince, were numerous; but insensibility to the claims of genius and learning was not among them.He was indeed made up of two men, a witty, well-read scholar, who wrote, disputed, and harangued, and a nervous, drivelling idiot, who acted.If he had been a Canon of Christ Church or a Prebendary of Westminster, it is not improbable that he would have left a highly respectable name to posterity; that he would have distinguished himself among the translators of the Bible, and among the Divines who attended the Synod of Dort; and that he would have been regarded by the literary world as no contemptible rival of Vossius and Casaubon.
But fortune placed him in a situation in which his weakness covered him with disgrace, and in which his accomplishments brought him no honour.In a college, much eccentricity and childishness would have been readily pardoned in so learned a man.But all that learning could do for him on the throne was to make people think him a pedant as well as a fool.
Bacon was favourably received at Court; and soon found that his chance of promotion was not diminished by the death of the Queen.
