"She was a divine woman," such was her son's brief sufficing tribute.

Physically he seems to have closely resembled her,[2] and they were bound together by a peculiarly passionate love from first to last.
[Footnote 1: A similar but more groundless suggestion, that the author of _Holy-cross Day_ and _Rabbi ben Ezra_ probably had Jewish blood in his veins, can only be described as an impertinence--not to Browning but to the Jewish race.

As if to feel the spiritual genius of Hebraism and to be moved by the pathos of Hebraic fate were an eccentricity only to be accounted for by the bias of kin! It is significant that his demonstrable share of German blood left him rather conspicuously impervious to the literary--and more especially to the "metaphysical"-- products of the German mind.] [Footnote 2: Browning himself reports the exclamation of the family doctor when trying to diagnose an attack of his: "Why, has anybody to search far for a cause of whatever nervous disorder you may suffer from, when there sits your mother--whom you so absolutely resemble!" (_Letters to E.B.B._, ii.

456.)] The home in Camberwell into which the boy Robert was born reflected the serene, harmonious, self-contented character of his parents.

Friends rarely disturbed the even tenor of its ways, and the storms of politics seem to have intruded as faintly into this suburban seclusion as the roar of London.