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Martin Farquhar Tupper (July 17, 1810 in London - November 1889 in Albury, Surrey) was an English writer, and poet, and the author of Proverbial Philosophy.

He was the eldest son of Dr. Martin Tupper (1780 - 1844), a medical man highly esteemed in his day who came from an old Guernsey family, by his wife Ellin Devis Marris (d. 1847), only child of Robert Marris (1749 - 1827), a landscape painter (by his wife Frances, daughter of the artist Arthur Devis).

Martin Tupper received his early education at the Charterhouse. In due course of time he was transferred to Christ Church, Oxford where he took his degree of B.A. in 1832, of M.A. in 1835 and of DCL in 1847. At Christ Church, as a member of the Aristotle Class, he was a fellow student of many distinguished men, the Marquess of Dalhousie, the Earl of Elgin, William Gladstone and Francis Hastings Doyle.

Having taken his degree of M.A., Tupper became a student at Lincoln's Inn and was called to the Bar in the Michaelmas Term, 1835. He did not, however ever practice as a barrister. In the same year he married his first cousin once-removed Isabella Devis, daughter of Arthur William Devis, by whom he was to have four sons and four daughters. About the same period commenced Tupper's literary career. He contributed to the periodicals of the day, but his first important essay in literature was a small volume entitled Sacra Poesis.

In 1837 appeared the first series of Proverbial Philosophy, long series of didactic moralisings composed in a lawyer's chambers in Old Square, Lincoln's Inn, during part of the previous year. A typical example is: "Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech". His work, which spread its author's name far and wide, was met at first with moderate success in England, while in the United States it was almost a total failure. It slowly picked up steam, however, and within thirty years it had passed through forty large editions in England by 1867, while nearly a million copies were sold in the United States. The commonplace character of Tupper's reflections is indubitable, and his blank verse is only prose cut up into suitable lengths; but the Proverbial Philosophy was full of a perfectly genuine moral and religious feeling, and contained many apt and striking expressions. By these qualities it appealed to a large and uncritical section of the public.

In 1839, Tupper published A Modern Pyramid to commemorate a Septuagint of Worthies, being sonnets and essays on seventy famous men and women; in 1841 An Author's Mind containing skeletons of thirty unpublished books; in 1844, The Crock of Gold, The Twins, and Heart tales illustrative of social vices, and which passed through numerous editions; in 1847, Probabilities, an Aid to Faith, giving a new view of Christian evidences; A Thousand Lines, Hactenus, Geraldine, Lyrics, Ballads for the Times, Things to Come, A Dirge for Wellington, Church Ballads, White Slavery Ballads, American Ballads, Rifle Ballads, King Alfred, a patriotic play; King Alfred's poems, translated from Anglo-Saxon into corresponding English metres. In 1856, Paterfamilia's Diary of Everybody's Tour, The Rides and Reveries of Æsop Smith, and Stephan Langton a biographical novel, which sought, with much graphic painting to delineate England in the time of King John. He also published Cithara, a collection of Lyrics; Three Hundred Sonnets, A Phrophetic Ode and many other fugitive pieces, both verse and prose which appeared in various newspapers and magazines. In 1886 he published My Life as an Author.

In 1845 Tupper was elected a fellow of the Royal Society. He received the gold medal for science and literature from the King of Prussia.

A genial, warm-hearted man, Tupper's humane instincts prompted him to espouse many reforming movements; he was an early supporter of the Student Volunteer Movement, and did much to promote good relations between Britain and America. He tried to encourage African literature and was also a mechanical inventor in a small way. Critic Kwame Anthony Appiah, however, has used a quote from Martin Tupper's ballad "The Anglo-Saxon Race" 1850 as an example of the predominant understanding of "race" in the nineteenth century. Tupper's ballad appeared in the journal The Anglo-Saxon containing the lines: "Break forth and spread over every place/The world is a world for the Anglo Saxon race!"

At the end of his life he vanished into obscurity and nowadays his work is forgotten, despite the words on his grave-stone: "Although he is dead, he will speak."

Tupper survives if at all as a second-rate, puffed up poet whose success was only possible in a literary market where "philistines" might be able to approve of his platitudes. However, he also survives as a worthy target for a better poet: Sir William Schwenk Gilbert in his Bab Ballads. In the poem Ferdinando and Elvira, or, The Gentle Pieman, Gilbert is describing how two lovers are trying to find out who has been putting mottos into "paper crackers" (a sort of 19th Century "fortune cookie"). Gilbert builds up to the following lines, eventually coming up with a spoof of Tupper's own style from Proverbial Philosophy:

"Tell me, Henry Wadsworth, Alfred, Poet Close, or Mister Tupper,
Do you write the bonbon mottoes my Elvira pulls at supper?"
"But Henry Wadsworth smiled, and said he had not had that honour;
And Alfred, too disclaimed the words that told so much upon her."
"Mister Martin Tupper, Poet Close, I beg of you inform us";
But my question seemed to throw them both into a rage enormous."
"Mister Close expressed a wish that he could only get anight to me.
And Mr. Martin Tupper sent the following reply to me:--"
"A fool is bent upon a twig, but wise men dread a bandit."
Which I think must have been clever, for I didn't understand it."

The three other references are also recognizable (the Bab Ballad was from 1869 or so). They are Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Lord Tennyson (both still read and remembered) and "Poet" John Close, a well meaning scribbler of the mid-Victorian period who wrote hackwork to honor local events (some samples are in the classic volume of bad verse, The Stuffed Owl, as is a good sample of Tupper's own work).

He was also one of the worthies mentioned in the "Heavy Dragoon" song in Gilbert's libretto for the Savoy Opera "Patience":

"Tupper and Tennyson, Daniel Defoe"

References

  • This article incorporates text from the Encyclopædia Britannica, Eleventh Edition, a publication now in the public domain.
  • Tupper, The People's Standard Library
  • Appiah, Kwame Anthony, article "Race"in Critical Terms for Literary Study, ed. Frank Lentricchia and Thomas McLaughlin, [University of Chicago Press: 1995], 274-287
  • Gilbert, W. S. Plays & Poems of W. S. Gilbert with a Preface by Deems Taylor (New York: Random House, 1932), p. 938-939 (the quote from "Ferdinando and Elvira".

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Error is a hardy plant: it flourisheth in every soil.

Martin Farquhar Tupper (July 17, 1810 – November 1880) was an English writer, and poet, and the author of Proverbial Philosophy.

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  • Away with false fashion, so calm and so chill,
    Where pleasure itself cannot please;
    Away with cold breeding, that faithlessly still
    Affects to be quite at its ease;
    For the deepest in feeling is highest in rank,
    The freest is first of the band,
    Nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank,
    Is a man with his heart in his hand!

Proverbial Philosophy (1838-1842)

  • Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil;
    In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish;
    For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth;
    Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some wholesome use.
    • Of Truth in Things False.
  • There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless
    And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.
    • Of Compensation
  • Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
    • Of Discretion
  • A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.
    • Of Reading
  • A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.
    • Of Education
  • God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all he doeth,
    Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume:
    The wicked work their woe by looking upon love, and hating it:
    The righteous find their joys in yearning on its loveliness for ever.
    • Of Immortality
  • Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the soul,
    Wherefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die?
    • Of Immortality
  • If the mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness,
    It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement ;
    But when thou prosprest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired,
    To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence.
    • Of Recreation
  • Wait, thou child of hope, for Time shall teach thee all things.
    • Of Good in Things evil
  • Clamorous pauperism feasteth
    While honest Labor, pining, hideth his sharp ribs.
    • Of Discretion
  • Who can wrestle against Sleep? — Yet is that giant very gentleness.
    • Of Beauty
Never give up! it is wiser and better
Always to hope, than once to despair.

Ballads for the Times (1851)

  • I am not old,—I cannot be old,
    Though threescore years and ten
    Have wasted away, like a tale that is told.
  • Never give up! it is wiser and better
    Always to hope, than once to despair.
  • For life, good youth, hath never an ill
    Which hope cannot scatter, and faith cannot kill;
    And stubborn realities never shall bind
    The free-spreading wings of a cheerful mind.
  • Who shall guess what I may be?
    Who can tell my fortune to me?
    For, bravest and brightest that ever was sung
    May be—and shall be—the lot of the young!
  • How gladly would I wander through some strange and savage land,
    The lasso at my saddle-bow, the rifle in my hand,
    A leash of gallant mastiffs bounding by my side,
    And, for a friend to love, the noble horse on which I ride!
    Alone, alone—yet not alone, for God is with me there,
    The tender hand of Providence shall guide me everywhere,
    While happy thoughts and holy hopes, as spirits calm and mild,
    Shall fan with their sweet wings the hermit-hunter of the wild!
  • Open the casement, and up with the Sun!
    His gallant journey is just begun;
    Over the hills his chariot is roll'd,
    Banner'd with glory, and burnish'd with gold,—
    Over the hills he comes sublime,
    Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time!
  • Hush,—for the halo of calmness is spreading
    Over my spirit as mild as a dove;
    Hush,—for the angel of comfort is shedding
    Over my body his vial of love;
    Hush,—for new slumbers are over me stealing,
    Thus would I court them again and again,
    Hush,—for my heart is intoxicate,—reeling
    In the swift waltz of my beautiful brain!
  • The dews of Hermon rest upon thee now,
    Fair saint and martyr! and yet once again
    Faith, hope and charity, like gracious rain,
    Fall on thy consecrated virgin brow.
"Let byegones be byegones,"—they foolishly say,
And bid me be wise and forget them;
But old recollections are active to-day,
And I can do nought but regret them.
  • Rise! ye gallant youth of Britain,
    Gather to your country's call,
    On your hearts her name is written,
    Rise to help her, one and all!
  • "Let byegones be byegones,"—they foolishly say,
    And bid me be wise and forget them;
    But old recollections are active to-day,
    And I can do nought but regret them.
  • When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall,
    Bubble up from the heart to the tongue,
    And Meekness is writhing in torment and thrall,
    By the hands of Ingratitude wrung,—
    In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair,
    While the anguish is festering yet,
    None, none but an angel or God can declare
    "I now can forgive and forget."

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MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER (1810-1889), English writer, the author of Proverbial Philosophy, was born in London on the 17th of July 1810. He was the son of Martin Tupper, a doctor, who came of an old Huguenot family. He was educated at Charterhouse and at Christ Church, Oxford, where he gained a prize for a theological essay, Gladstone being second to him. He was called to the bar at Lincoln's Inn, but never practised. He began a long career of authorship in 1832 with Sacra Poesis, and in 1838 he published Geraldine, and other Poems, and for fifty years was fertile in producing both verse and prose; but his name is indissolubly connected with his long series of didactic moralisings in blank verse, the Proverbial Philosophy (1838-1867), which for about twenty-five years enjoyed an extraordinary popularity that has ever since been the cause of persistent satire. The first part was, however, a comparative failure, and N. P. Willis, the American author, took it to be a forgotten work of the 17th century. The commonplace character of Tupper's reflections is indubitable, and his blank verse is only prose cut up into suitable lengths; but the Proverbial Philosophy was full of a perfectly genuine moral and religious feeling, and contained many apt and striking expressions. By these qualities it appealed to a large and uncritical section of the public. A genial, warm-hearted man, Tupper's humane instincts prompted him to espouse many reforming movements; he was an early supporter of the Volunteer movement, and did much to promote good relations with America. He was also a mechanical inventor in a small way. In 1886 he published My Life as an Author; and on the 29th of November 1889 he died at Albury, Surrey.


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