There is one especially which is increasingly needed
in an age when moral claims become complicated and
hysterical. That Queen Victoria was a model of
political unselfishness is well known; it is less often
remarked that few modern people have an unselfishness
so completely free from morbidity, so fully capable
of deciding a moral question without exaggerating
its importance. No eminent person of our time
has been so utterly devoid of that disease of self-assertion
which is often rampant among the unselfish. She
had one most rare and valuable faculty, the faculty
of letting things pass—Acts of Parliament
and other things. Her predecessors, whether honest
men or knaves, were attacked every now and then with
a nightmare of despotic responsibility; they suddenly
conceived that it rested with them to save the world
and the Protestant Constitution. Queen Victoria
had far too much faith in the world to try to save
it. She knew that Acts of Parliament, even bad
Acts of Parliament, do not destroy nations. But
she knew that ignorance, ill-temper, tyranny, and
officiousness do destroy nations, and not upon any
provocation would she set an example in these things.
We fancy that this sense of proportion, this largeness
and coolness of intellectual magnanimity is the one
of the thousand virtues of Queen Victoria of which
the near future will stand most in need. We are
gaining many new mental powers, and with them new
mental responsibilities. In psychology, in sociology,
above all in education, we are learning to do a great
many clever things. Unless we are much mistaken
the next great task will be to learn not to do them.
If that time comes, assuredly we cannot do better
than turn once more to the memory of the great Queen
who for seventy years followed through every possible
tangle and distraction the fairy thread of common
sense.
We are suffering just now from an outbreak of the
imagination which exhibits itself in politics and
the most unlikely places. The German Emperor,
for example, is neither a tyrant nor a lunatic, as
used to be absurdly represented; he is simply a minor
poet; and he feels just as any minor poet would feel
if he found himself on the throne of Barbarossa.
The revival of militarism and ecclesiasticism is an
invasion of politics by the artistic sense; it is
heraldry rather than chivalry that is lusted after.
Amid all this waving of wands and flaunting of uniforms,
all this hedonistic desire to make the most of everything,
there is something altogether quiet and splendid about
the sober disdain with which this simple and courteous
lady in a black dress left idle beside her the sceptre
of a hundred tyrants. The heart of the whole
nation warmed as it had never warmed for centuries
at the thought of having in their midst a woman who
cared nothing for her rights, and nothing for those
fantastic duties which are more egotistical than rights
themselves.