第2章

类别:其他 作者:Michael Fairless字数:7633更新时间:18/12/17 14:59:30
\"I\'meighty-four,\"hewenton,\"andterriblebadwiththerheumaticsandmychest。Maybeit\'llnotbelongbeforetheLordremembersme。\" Thechildcreptcloseandputastickylittlehandconfidinglyintothetiredoldpalm。Thetwolookedstrangelyalike,fortheworldseemsmuchthesametothosewholeaveitbehindastothosewhohavebuttakenthefirststeponitscircularpathway。 \"\'Ookatmykitty,\"shesaid,pointingtothesmallcreatureinherlap。Then,astheoldmantoucheditwithtremblingfingersshewenton-\"\'Ooisn\'tmygrandad;he\'sawayinthesky,butI\'llkiss\'oo。\" Iworkedon,hearingatintervalstheoldpipingvoiceandthechild-treble,muchofanote;andthinkingoftheblessingsvouchsafedtothesimpleoldagewhichcrownsaharmlessworking- lifespentinthefields。Thetwounderthehedgehadeverythingincommonandwereboundlesslycontenttogether,thestingoftheknowledgeofgoodandevilpastfortheone,andfortheotherstilltocome;whileIstoodonthebattlefieldoftheworld,theflesh,andthedevil,though,thankGod,withmyfacetothefoe。 Theoldmansatresting:Ihadpromisedhimaliftwithmyfriendthedriveroftheflour-cart,andhewasalmostduewhenthechild\'sgrandmothercamedowntheroad。 Whenshesawmyothervisitorshestoodamazed。 \"What,RichardHunton,thatworkedwithmyoldmanyearsagoupatDitton,whateverareyoudoin\'allthesemilesfromyourownplace?\" \"IsitElizaJakes?\" Helookedatherdazed,doubtful。 \"An\'whoelseshoulditbe?Where\'syourmemorygone,RichardHunton,andyounotsuchagreatageeither?Whereareyoustayin\'?\" Shameovercamehim;hislipstrembled,hismildblueeyesfilledwithtears。ItoldthetaleasIhadheardit,andMrsJakes\'sindignationwasgoodtosee。 \"Notkeepyouon\'alfacrown!SendyoutotheHouse!MaytheLordforgivethem!Youwouldn\'teatnomorethanafair-sizedcat,andnotlongforthisworldeither,that\'splaintosee。No,RichardHunton,youdon\'tgototheHousewhileI\'maboveground; it\'dmakemygoodmanturntothinkofit。You\'llcome\'omewithmeandthelittle\'unthere。I\'vemywashin\',andabitputbyforarainyday,andabedtospare,andtheLordandtheparsonwillseeIdon\'tcometowant。\" Shestoppedbreathless,herdefensivemotherhoodinarms。 Theoldmansaidquaveringly,inthepathetic,grudgingphraseofthepoor,whichveilstheirgratitudewhileittestifiestheirindependence,\"MaybeImightaswell。\"Herosewithdifficulty,pickeduphisbundleandstick,thesmallchildreplacedthekitteninitsbasket,andthrustherhandinhernewfriend\'s。 \"Then\'ooISgrandadtumback,\"shesaid。 MrsJakeshadbeenfumblinginherpocket,andextractedapenny,whichshepressedonme。 \"It\'slittleenough,mister,\"shesaid。 Then,asItriedtoreturnit:\"Nay,I\'veenough,andyoursispoorpaidwork。\" IhopeIshallalwaysbeabletokeepthatpenny;andasIwatchedthethreegoingdownthedustywhiteroad,withthechildinthemiddle,IthankedGodfortheBrotherhoodofthePoor。 CHAPTERIV YESTERDAYafuneralpassed,fromthework-houseatN-,aquaintsepulturewithoutsolemnities。Therough,ungarnishedcoffinofstaineddeallaybareandunsightlyonthefloorofanoldmarket- cart;awomansatbeside,steadyingitwithherfeet。Thehusbanddrove;andthemostdepressedofthethreewasthehorse,abroken- kneed,flea-bittengrey。Itwaspathetic,thisbringinghomeindeathoftheoldfatherwhom,whilehelived,theyhadbeentoopoortohouse;itwasatnosmallsacrificethattheyhadsparedhimthatterrorofoldage,apauper\'sgrave,andbroughthimtoliebyhiswifeinourquietchurchyard。Theyfeltnoemotion,thishusbandandwife,onlyadullsenseoffilialdutydone,respectabilitypreserved;andaboveandthroughall,thebitterbutnecessarycountingthecostofthislastbed。 Itisstrangehowpaganmanyofusareinourbeliefs。True,thefunerallibationshavemadewayforthecomfortablebake-meats; still,tothelargemajorityDeathisPluto,kingofthedarkUnknownwhencenotravellerreturns,ratherthanAzrael,brotherandfriend,lordofthismansionoflife。Strangehowmenshunhimashewaitsintheshadow,watchingourpunystrainingafterimmortality,sendinghiscomradesleeptoprepareusforhimself。 Whenthehourstrikeshecomes-verygently,verytenderly,ifwewillbuthaveitso-foldsthetiredhandstogether,takestheway-wornfeetinhisbroadstrongpalm;andliftingusinhiswonderfularmshebearsusswiftlydownthevalleyandacrossthewatersofRemembrance。 Verypleasantartthou,OBrotherDeath,thyloveiswonderful,passingtheloveofwomen。 ****** To-dayIhavelivedinawhirlofdust。To-morrowisthegreatannualCattleFairatE-,andthroughthelonghothoursthebeastsfromallthedistrictroundhavestreamedinbrokenprocessionalongmyroad,tochangehandsortodie。Surelythelordshipovercreationimplieswiseandgentleruleforintelligentuse,notthepursuitofamereimmediateend,withoutanythoughtofcommunityinthegreatsacramentoflife。 ForthemostpartmysteryhasceasedforthisworkingWesternworld,andwithitreverence。CoventryPatmoresays:\"GodclothesHimselfactuallyandliterallywithHiswholecreation。Herbstakeupandassimilateminerals,beastsassimilateherbs,andGod,intheIncarnationanditsproperSacrament,assimilatesus,who,saysStAugustine,\'areGod\'sbeasts。\'\"Itismaninhisblindself- seekingwhoseparateswooffromweftinthelivinggarmentofGod,andlosesthemoreasheneglectstheoutwardandvisiblesignsofaworld-widegrace。 Inoldendaystheherdledhisflock,goingfirstinthepostofdangertodefendthecreatureshehadweanedfromtheirnaturalhabitsforhisvarioususes。Nowthatgoodrelationshiphasceasedforustoexist,mandrivesthebeastsbeforehim,meanstohisend,butwithnoharmonybetweenendandmeans。Alldaylongthedrovesofsheeppassmeontheirlameandpatientway,nolongerfreelyandinstinctivelyfollowingaprotectorandforerunner,butDRIVEN,impelledbyforceandresistlesswill-thesamewillwhichoncewentbeforewithoutforce。Theyarealltrimmedasmuchaspossibletoonepattern,andallmakethesamesadplaint。ItisadayonwhichtothankGodfortheunknowntongue。Thedroverandhisladindustybluecoatsplodalongstolidly,deafandblindtoallbutthewaybeforethem;nolongerwieldingthecrook,instrumentofdeliverance,oratmostofgentlecompulsion,butarmedwithaheavystickandmechanicallydealingblowsontheshortthickfleeces;withoutevilintentbecausewithoutthought- itistheritualofthetrade。 Ofallthepoordumbpilgrimsoftheroadthebullocksarethemostterribletosee。Theyarenotpatient,butgomostunwillinglywithloweredheadandfurtivesidewaysmotion,intheireyesahorrorofgreatfear。Thesleekcattle,kneedeepinpasture,massedatthegate,andstaredmild-eyedandwithinquiringbellowattheretreatingdrove;butthesepassedwithoutanswerontotheUnknown,andforthemitspeltdeath。 Behindasquadronofsleek,well-fedcart-horses,formedinfours,withstrawbraidinmaneandtail,cametheponies,forthemostpartamerrycompany。Longstringsofrusty,shaggytwo-year-olds,unbroken,unkempt,theshortDowngrassstillsweetontheirtongues;fulloffun,frolic,andwickedness,bitingandpulling,castinglongingeyesatthehedgerows。Theboysappeartorecognisethemaskindredspirits,andarecuriouslyforbearingandpatient。Soonbothponiesandboysvanishinawhitewhirl,andalonglineofcarts,whichhadevidentlywaitedforthedusttosubside,comesslowlyuptheincline。Forthemostparttheycarrythepigsandfowls,carriagefolkoftheroad。Thelatterarehot,crowded,anddustyundertheopennetting;theformerforthemostpartcheerfullyremonstrative。 Idrewabreathofreliefasthenoiseofwheelsdiedawayandmyroadsankintosilence。Thehedgerowsarenolongergreenbutwhiteandchokedwithdust,asighttomovegoodsisterRaintowelcometears。Thebirdsseemtohavefledbeforethenoisyconfusion。Iwonderwhethermysnakehasseenandsmiledattheclumsyrulingofthelordhesolittleheeds?Iturnedasidethroughthegatetoplungefaceandhandsintothecooloftheshelteredgrassthatsidethehedge,andthenrestedmyeyesonthestretchofgreenIhadlackedallday。Therabbitshadapparentlyplayedandbrowsedunmindfulofthestir,andwerestillflirtingtheirwhitetailsalongthehedgerows;alarkrose,anotherandanother,andIwentbacktomyroad。Peacestillreigned,fortheshadowswerelengthening,andtherewouldbelittlemoretrafficforthefair。Iturnedtomywork,gratefulforthestillness,andsawonthewhitestretchofroadaloneoldmanandapig。SurelyIknewthattallfigureinthequaintgreysmock,surelyIknewtheface,furrowedlikenature\'sfaceinspringtime,andcrownedbyaround,softhat?Andthepig,theblackpigwalkingdecorouslyfree?Ay,Iknewthem。 IntheearlyspringItookawholeholidayandalongtramp;andtowardsafternoon,tiredandthirsty,soughtwateratalittlelonelycottagewhosewindowspeeredandblinkedunderoverhangingbrowsofthatch。Ihad,notthewaterIaskedfor,butmilkandabowlofsweetporridgeforwhichIpaidonlythanks;andstayedforachatwithmykindlyhosts。Theywereaquaintoldcoupleofthekindrarelymetwithnowadays。TheyenjoyedalittlepensionfromtheSquireandagardeninwhichvegetablesandflowerslivedsidebysideinfriendliestfashion。Beesworkedandsangoverthethymeandmarjoram,bloomingearlyinasunnynook;andinahomelystylivedasolemnblackpig,apigwithahistory。 Itwasnocommonutilitarianpig,butthehonouredguestoftheoldcouple,anditknewit。Ayearbefore,theiryoungestandonlysurvivingchild,thenamanoffive-and-twenty,hadbroughthismothertheresultofhissavingsintheshapeofafineyoungpig: aweeklaterhelaydeadofthetyphoidthatscourgedMaidstone。 Hencethepigwassacred,caredforandlovedbythisDarbyandJoan。 \"Eebemos\'likeachildtomeandthemother,an\'mos\'assensibleasaChristian,eebe,\"theoldmanhadsaid;andIcouldhardlycreditmyeyeswhenIsawthetallbentfiguresidebysidewiththeblackpig,comingalongmyroadonsuchaday。 Ihailedtheoldman,andbothturnedaside;buthegazedatmewithoutremembrance。 Ispokeofthepiganditshistory。Henoddedwearily。\"Ay,ay,lad,you\'vegotit;\'tispoorDick\'spigrightenow。\" \"Butyou\'renevergoingtotakeittoE-?\" \"Ay,butIbe,andcomin\'backalone,iftheLordbemarciful。Themissushasbeenterriblebadthistwomouthsandmore;Squire\'sinforeignparts;andfood-stuffssuchastheoldwomanwantsishardbuyingforpoorfolks。Thestocking\'sempty,now\'tisthepigmustgo,andIbelievehe\'dbegladfortodothemissusaturn;shewereterriblegoodtohim,werethemissus,andfond,too。I dursn\'ttellherhewastogo;she\'dsoonerstarvethanlosepoorDick\'spig。Well,we\'dbestbemovin\';\'tisafairishstep。\" Thepigfollowedcomprehendinganddocile,andasthequaintcouplepassedfromsightIthoughtIheardBrotherDeathstirintheshadow。Heisastrongangelandofgreatpity。 CHAPTERV THEREisalwaysalittlefireofwoodontheopenhearthinthekitchenwhenIgethomeatnight;theoldladysaysitis\"company\" forher,andsitsinthelonelytwilight,herknottedhandslyingquietonherlap,herlisteningeyesfixedontheburningsticks。 Iwondersometimeswhethershehearsmusicintheleapandlickofthefierytongues,musicsuchasheofBayreuthdrawsfromtheviolinstillthehotenergyofthefirespiritisonus,embodiedinsound。 Surelyshehearssomevoice,thatlonelyoldwomanonwhomissetthesealofgreatsilence? ItisagreattruthtenderlysaidthatGodbuildsthenestfortheblindbird;andmayitnotbethatHeopensclosedeyesandunstopsdeafearstosightsandsoundsfromwhichothersbytheseverysensesaredebarred? Herethebestofusseethroughamistoftearsmenastreeswalking;itisonlyinthelandwhichisveryfaroffandyetverynearthatweshallhavefulnessofsightandseetheKinginHisbeauty;andIcannotthinkthatanylisteningearslisteninvain。 Thecoppiceatourbackisfullofbirds,foritisfarfromtheroadandtheynestthereundisturbedyearafteryear。ThroughthestillnightIheardthenightingalescalling,calling,untilI couldbearitnolongerandwentsoftlyoutintotheluminousdark。 Thelittlewoodwasmanifoldwithsound,Iheardmylittlebrotherswhomovebynightrustlingingrassandtree。Ahedgehogcrossedmypathwithadullsqueak,thebatsshrilledhightothestars,awhiteowlsweptpastmecryinghishuntingnote,abeetleboomedsuddenlyinmyface;andaboveandthroughitallthenightingalessang-andsang! Thenightwindbentthelisteningtrees,andthestarsyearnedearthwardtohearthesongofdeathlesslove。Louderandlouderthewonderfulnotesroseandfellinapassionofmelody;andthensanktorestonthatlowthrillingcallwhichitissaidDeathonceheard,andstayedhishand。 Theywillscarcelysingagainthisyear,thesenightingales,fortheyarelateonthewingasitis。Itseemsasifonsuchnightstheysangastheswansings,knowingittobethelasttime-withthelavishnoteofonewhobidsaneternalfarewell。 Atlasttherewassilence。Sittingunderthebigbeechtree,thegiantofthecoppice,Irestedmytiredselfinthelapofmotherearth,breathedofherbreathandlistenedtohervoiceinthequickeningsilenceuntilmyfleshcameagainasthefleshofalittlechild,foritistruerecreationtositatthefootstoolofGodwrappedinafoldofHislivingrobe,thewhilenightsmoothesourtiredfacewithherhealinghands。 Thegreydawnawokeandstolewithtrailingrobesacrossearth\'sfloor。Atherfootstepsthebirdsrousedfromsleepandcriedagreeting;theskyflushedandpaledconsciousofcomingsplendour; andoverheadafileofswanspassedwithbroadstrongflighttothereededwatersofthesequesteredpool。 Anotherhourofsilencewhilethelightthrobbedandflamedintheeast;thenthelarksroseharmoniousfromaneighbouringfield,therabbitsscurriedwithearsalerttotheirmorningmeal,thedayhadbegun。 Ipassedthroughthecoppiceandoutintothefieldsbeyond。Thedewlayheavyonleafandbladeandgossamer,acoolfreshwindsweptclearoverdaleanddownfromthesea,andthecloverfieldrippledlikeasilverylakeinthebreeze。 Thereissomethinginexpressiblybeautifulintheunusedday,somethingbeautifulinthefactthatitisstilluntouched,unsoiled;andtownandcountrysharealikeinthisloveliness。Athalf-pastthreeonaJunemorningevenLondonhasnotassumedherresponsibilities,butsmilesandglowslightheartedandsmokelessunderthecaressesofthemorningsun。 Fiveo\'clock。ThebellringsoutcrispandclearfromthemonasterywheretheBedesmenofStHughwatchandprayforthesoulsonthislabouringforgetfulearth。Everyhourthenoteofcomfortandwarningcriesacrosstheland,tellstheSanctus,theAngelus,andtheHoursofthePassion,andcallstoremembranceandprayer。 Whenthewindisnorth,thesoundcarriesasfarasmyroad,andcompaniesmethroughtheday;andiftoHisdumbchildrenGodinHismercyreckonsworkasprayer,mostcertainlythosewhohaveforgedthroughtheagesanunbrokenchainofsupplicationandthanksgivingwillbecountedamongthestalwartlabourersofthehouseoftheLord。 Sunandbelltogetheraremyonlyclock:itistimeformywaterdrawing;andgatheringapileofmushrooms,childrenofthenight,Ihastenhome。 Thecottageisdeartomeinitsquaintuntidinessandwantofrectitude,dearbecausewearetobeitslastdenizens,lastofthelonglineoftoilerswhohavesweatedandsownthatothersmightreap,andhavepassedawayleavingnotrace。 Ioncesawatallcrossinaseaboardchurchyard,inscribed,\"Tothememoryoftheunknowndeadwhohaveperishedinthesewaters。\" Theremightbeoneineveryvillagesleeping-placetotheunhonouredmanywhomadefruitfulthelandwithsweatandtears。 Itisaconsolationtothinkthatwhenwelookbackonthisstretchoflife\'sroadfrombeyondthefirstmilestone,which,itisinstructivetoremember,isalwaysagrave,wemayhopetoseetheworkofthisworldwithopeneyes,andtojudgeofitwithaduesenseofproportion。 Abeewithladenhoney-baghummedandbuzzedinthehedgeasIgotreadyforwork,importuningtheflowersforthatwhichhecouldnotcarry,andfinallygivinguptheattemptindespairfellasleeponabuttercup,thebestplaceforhiswearylittlevelvetbody。Infiveminutes-theymayhavebeenfivehourstohim-heawokeanewbee,sensibleandclear-sighted,andflewblithelyawaytothehivewithhissufficiency-anexamplethiswearyworldwouldbewisetofollow。 Myroadhasbeenlonelyto-day。Aparsoncamebyintheafternoon,astrangerintheneighbourhood,forheaskedhisway。Hetalkedawhile,andwithkindlyrebukesaiditwassadtoseeamanofmyeducationbroughtsolow,whichshowshowtheoutsideappearancemaymisleadtheprejudicedobserver。\"Wasitmisfortune?\"\"Nay,thebestofgoodluck,\"Ianswered,gaily。 Thegoodmanwithbeautifulreadinesssatdownonaheapofstonesandbademesayon。\"Readmeasermoninstone,\"hesaid,simply; andIstayedmyhandtoread。 Helistenedwithcourteousintelligence。 \"Youholdaroadmenderhasavocation?\"heasked。 \"Asthemonkortheartist,for,likeboth,heisuniversal。Theworldishishome;heservesallmenalike,ay,andforhimthebeastshaveequalhonourwiththemen。Hissoulis\'boundupinthebundleoflife\'withallothersouls,heseeshisfather,hismother,hisbrethreninthechildrenoftheroad。Forhimthereisnothingunclean,nothingcommon;theverystonescryoutthattheyserve。\" Parsonnoddedhishead。