A. C. Benson's civilized essays, redolent of Victorian and Edwardian days, are a delight to read. His easy knowledge and loquacity, combined with self-deprecation, put most of our contemporary "controversialists" - nearly all of them influenced by social Marxism - to shame (although his work and stance are vulnerable to Cardinal Newman's strictures on the English gentleman).
I picked up Benson's volume of essays, From a College Window, by chance in a second-hand shop and greatly enjoyed it. I wrote this sonnet in respectful tribute.
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(A. C. Benson)
The
drowsy fire, the shadowed room, shrug off
The
autumn chill; the gyp bows his retreat;Tapping glibly his eye-glass, the don with soft
Decision strikes through a freshman’s gauche conceit.
Later,
dinner in hall; tomorrow chapel:
Gowned
beneath plain windows indulgent scholarsWill nod; the timid chaplain’s black-scarfed grapple
With Erastian good sense will shew God’s favours.
Mild
duty done, that afternoon the men
In
the Common will jostle like muddy cattle,Their games a path to a Secretary’s room
Or parsonage loud with a singing kettle.
Drifting,
the don starts up at his student’s jest:
“The
Decalogue – a matter of good taste.”
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© July 2012