第3章

类别:其他 作者:George Parsons Lathrop字数:20842更新时间:19/01/03 15:32:14
\"Youmakethelittlemantobeafraid,Captain,\"saidtheGermanJew,turningupthedarkandstrongoutlineofhisvisagefromhisstoopingposture。\"Butlookagain,and,bychance,Ishallcauseyoutoseesomewhatthatisveryfine,uponmyword!\" EthanBrandgazedintotheboxforaninstant,andthenstartingback,lookedfixedlyattheGerman。Whathadheseen?Nothing,apparently;foracuriousyouth,whohadpeepedinalmostatthesamemoment,beheldonlyavacantspaceofcanvas。 \"Irememberyounow,\"mutteredEthanBrandtotheshowman。 \"Ah,Captain,\"whisperedtheJewofNuremberg,withadarksmile,\"Ifindittobeaheavymatterinmyshow-box,——thisUnpardonableSin!Bymyfaith,Captain,ithasweariedmyshoulders,thislongday,tocarryitoverthemountain。\" \"Peace,\"answeredEthanBrand,sternly,\"orgettheeintothefurnaceyonder!\" TheJew’sexhibitionhadscarcelyconcluded,whenagreat,elderlydog——whoseemedtobehisownmaster,asnopersoninthecompanylaidclaimtohim——sawfittorenderhimselftheobjectofpublicnotice。Hitherto,hehadshownhimselfaveryquiet,well-disposedolddog,goingroundfromonetoanother,and,bywayofbeingsociable,offeringhisroughheadtobepattedbyanykindlyhandthatwouldtakesomuchtrouble。Butnow,allofasudden,thisgraveandvenerablequadruped,ofhisownmeremotion,andwithouttheslightestsuggestionfromanybodyelse,begantorunroundafterhistail,which,toheightentheabsurdityoftheproceeding,wasagreatdealshorterthanitshouldhavebeen。Neverwasseensuchheadlongeagernessinpursuitofanobjectthatcouldnotpossiblybeattained;neverwasheardsuchatremendousoutbreakofgrowling,snarling,barking,andsnapping,——asifoneendoftheridiculousbrute’sbodywereatdeadlyandmostunforgivableenmitywiththeother。Fasterandfaster,roundaboutwentthecur;andfasterandstillfasterfledtheunapproachablebrevityofhistail;andlouderandfiercergrewhisyellsofrageandanimosity;until,utterlyexhausted,andasfarfromthegoalasever,thefoolisholddogceasedhisperformanceassuddenlyashehadbegunit。 Thenextmomenthewasasmild,quiet,sensible,andrespectableinhisdeportment,aswhenhefirstscrapedacquaintancewiththecompany。 Asmaybesupposed,theexhibitionwasgreetedwithuniversallaughter,clappingofhands,andshoutsofencore,towhichthecanineperformerrespondedbywaggingallthattherewastowagofhistail,butappearedtotallyunabletorepeathisverysuccessfulefforttoamusethespectators。 Meanwhile,EthanBrandhadresumedhisseatuponthelog,andmoved,asitmightbe,byaperceptionofsomeremoteanalogybetweenhisowncaseandthatofthisself-pursuingcur,hebrokeintotheawfullaugh,which,morethananyothertoken,expressedtheconditionofhisinwardbeing。Fromthatmoment,themerrimentofthepartywasatanend;theystoodaghast,dreadinglesttheinauspicioussoundshouldbereverberatedaroundthehorizon,andthatmountainwouldthunderittomountain,andsothehorrorbeprolongedupontheirears。Then,whisperingonetoanotherthatitwaslate,——thatthemoonwasalmostdown,-thattheAugustnightwasgrowingchill,——theyhurriedhomewards,leavingthelime-burnerandlittleJoetodealastheymightwiththeirunwelcomeguest。Saveforthesethreehumanbeings,theopenspaceonthehill-sidewasasolitude,setinavastgloomofforest。Beyondthatdarksomeverge,thefirelightglimmeredonthestatelytrunksandalmostblackfoliageofpines,intermixedwiththelighterverdureofsaplingoaks,maples,andpoplars,whilehereandtherelaythegiganticcorpsesofdeadtrees,decayingontheleaf-strewnsoil。AnditseemedtolittleJoe——atimorousandimaginativechild——thatthesilentforestwasholdingitsbreathuntilsomefearfulthingshouldhappen。 EthanBrandthrustmorewoodintothefire,andclosedthedoorofthekiln;thenlookingoverhisshoulderatthelime-burnerandhisson,hebade,ratherthanadvised,themtoretiretorest。 \"Formyself,Icannotsleep,\"saidhe。\"Ihavemattersthatitconcernsmetomeditateupon。Iwillwatchthefire,asIusedtodointheoldtime。\" \"AndcalltheDeviloutofthefurnacetokeepyoucompany,I suppose,\"mutteredBartram,whohadbeenmakingintimateacquaintancewiththeblackbottleabovementioned。\"Butwatch,ifyoulike,andcallasmanydevilsasyoulike!Formypart,I shallbeallthebetterforasnooze。Come,Joe!\" Astheboyfollowedhisfatherintothehut,helookedbackatthewayfarer,andthetearscameintohiseyes,forhistenderspirithadanintuitionofthebleakandterriblelonelinessinwhichthismanhadenvelopedhimself。 Whentheyhadgone,EthanBrandsatlisteningtothecracklingofthekindledwood,andlookingatthelittlespirtsoffirethatissuedthroughthechinksofthedoor。Thesetrifles,however,oncesofamiliar,hadbuttheslightestholdofhisattention,whiledeepwithinhismindhewasreviewingthegradualbutmarvellouschangethathadbeenwroughtuponhimbythesearchtowhichhehaddevotedhimself。Herememberedhowthenightdewhadfallenuponhim,——howthedarkforesthadwhisperedtohim,——howthestarshadgleameduponhim,——asimpleandlovingman,watchinghisfireintheyearsgoneby,andevermusingasitburned。Herememberedwithwhattenderness,withwhatloveandsympathyformankindandwhatpityforhumanguiltandwoe,hehadfirstbeguntocontemplatethoseideaswhichafterwardsbecametheinspirationofhislife;withwhatreverencehehadthenlookedintotheheartofman,viewingitasatempleoriginallydivine,and,howeverdesecrated,stilltobeheldsacredbyabrother;withwhatawfulfearhehaddeprecatedthesuccessofhispursuit,andprayedthattheUnpardonableSinmightneverberevealedtohim。Thenensuedthatvastintellectualdevelopment,which,initsprogress,disturbedthecounterpoisebetweenhismindandheart。TheIdeathatpossessedhislifehadoperatedasameansofeducation;ithadgoneoncultivatinghispowerstothehighestpointofwhichtheyweresusceptible;ithadraisedhimfromthelevelofanunletteredlaborertostandonastar-liteminence,whitherthephilosophersoftheearth,ladenwiththeloreofuniversities,mightvainlystrivetoclamberafterhim。Somuchfortheintellect!Butwherewastheheart?That,indeed,hadwithered,——hadcontracted,——hadhardened,——hadperished!Ithadceasedtopartakeoftheuniversalthrob。Hehadlosthisholdofthemagneticchainofhumanity。Hewasnolongerabrother-man,openingthechambersorthedungeonsofourcommonnaturebythekeyofholysympathy,whichgavehimarighttoshareinallitssecrets;hewasnowacoldobserver,lookingonmankindasthesubjectofhisexperiment,and,atlength,convertingmanandwomantobehispuppets,andpullingthewiresthatmovedthemtosuchdegreesofcrimeasweredemandedforhisstudy。 ThusEthanBrandbecameafiend。Hebegantobesofromthemomentthathismoralnaturehadceasedtokeepthepaceofimprovementwithhisintellect。Andnow,ashishighesteffortandinevitabledevelopment,——asthebrightandgorgeousflower,andrich,deliciousfruitofhislife’slabor,——hehadproducedtheUnpardonableSin! \"WhatmorehaveItoseek?whatmoretoachieve?\"saidEthanBrandtohimself。\"Mytaskisdone,andwelldone!\" Startingfromthelogwithacertainalacrityinhisgaitandascendingthehillockofearththatwasraisedagainstthestonecircumferenceofthelime-kiln,hethusreachedthetopofthestructure。Itwasaspaceofperhapstenfeetacross,fromedgetoedge,presentingaviewoftheuppersurfaceoftheimmensemassofbrokenmarblewithwhichthekilnwasheaped。Alltheseinnumerableblocksandfragmentsofmarblewereredhotandvividlyonfire,sendingupgreatspoutsofblueflame,whichquiveredaloftanddancedmadly,aswithinamagiccircle,andsankandroseagain,withcontinualandmultitudinousactivity。 Asthelonelymanbentforwardoverthisterriblebodyoffire,theblastingheatsmoteupagainsthispersonwithabreaththat,itmightbesupposed,wouldhavescorchedandshrivelledhimupinamoment。 EthanBrandstooderect,andraisedhisarmsonhigh。Theblueflamesplayeduponhisface,andimpartedthewildandghastlylightwhichalonecouldhavesuiteditsexpression;itwasthatofafiendonthevergeofplungingintohisgulfofintensesttorment。 \"OMotherEarth,\"criedhe,\"whoartnomoremyMother,andintowhosebosomthisframeshallneverberesolved!Omankind,whosebrotherhoodIhavecastoff,andtrampledthygreatheartbeneathmyfeet!Ostarsofheaven,thatshoneonmeofold,asiftolightmeonwardandupward!——farewellall,andforever。Come,deadlyelementofFire,-henceforthmyfamiliarfriend!Embraceme,asIdothee!\" Thatnightthesoundofafearfulpealoflaughterrolledheavilythroughthesleepofthelime-burnerandhislittleson;dimshapesofhorrorandanguishhauntedtheirdreams,andseemedstillpresentintherudehovel,whentheyopenedtheireyestothedaylight。 \"Up,boy,up!\"criedthelime-burner,staringabouthim。\"ThankHeaven,thenightisgone,atlast;andratherthanpasssuchanother,Iwouldwatchmylime-kiln,wideawake,foratwelvemonth。ThisEthanBrand,withhishumbugofanUnpardonableSin,hasdonemenosuchmightyfavor,intakingmyplace!\" Heissuedfromthehut,followedbylittleJoe,whokeptfastholdofhisfather’shand。Theearlysunshinewasalreadypouringitsgolduponthemountain-tops,andthoughthevalleyswerestillinshadow,theysmiledcheerfullyinthepromiseofthebrightdaythatwashasteningonward。Thevillage,completelyshutinbyhills,whichswelledawaygentlyaboutit,lookedasifithadrestedpeacefullyinthehollowofthegreathandofProvidence。Everydwellingwasdistinctlyvisible;thelittlespiresofthetwochurchespointedupwards,andcaughtafore-glimmeringofbrightnessfromthesun-giltskiesupontheirgildedweather-cocks。Thetavernwasastir,andthefigureoftheold,smoke-driedstage-agent,cigarinmouth,wasseenbeneaththestoop。OldGraylockwasglorifiedwithagoldenclouduponhishead。Scatteredlikewiseoverthebreastsofthesurroundingmountains,therewereheapsofhoarymist,infantasticshapes,someofthemfardownintothevalley,othershighuptowardsthesummits,andstillothers,ofthesamefamilyofmistorcloud,hoveringinthegoldradianceoftheupperatmosphere。Steppingfromonetoanotherofthecloudsthatrestedonthehills,andthencetotheloftierbrotherhoodthatsailedinair,itseemedalmostasifamortalmanmightthusascendintotheheavenlyregions。Earthwassomingledwithskythatitwasaday-dreamtolookatit。 Tosupplythatcharmofthefamiliarandhomely,whichNaturesoreadilyadoptsintoascenelikethis,thestage-coachwasrattlingdownthemountain-road,andthedriversoundedhishorn,whileEchocaughtupthenotes,andintertwinedthemintoarichandvariedandelaborateharmony,ofwhichtheoriginalperformercouldlayclaimtolittleshare。Thegreathillsplayedaconcertamongthemselves,eachcontributingastrainofairysweetness。 LittleJoe’sfacebrightenedatonce。 \"Dearfather,\"criedhe,skippingcheerilytoandfro,\"thatstrangemanisgone,andtheskyandthemountainsallseemgladofit!\" \"Yes,\"growledthelime-burner,withanoath,\"buthehasletthefiregodown,andnothankstohimiffivehundredbushelsoflimearenotspoiled。IfIcatchthefellowhereaboutsagain,I shallfeelliketossinghimintothefurnace!\" Withhislongpoleinhishand,heascendedtothetopofthekiln。Afteramoment’spause,hecalledtohisson。 \"Comeuphere,Joe!\"saidhe。 SolittleJoeranupthehillock,andstoodbyhisfather’sside。 Themarblewasallburntintoperfect,snow-whitelime。Butonitssurface,inthemidstofthecircle,——snow-whitetoo,andthoroughlyconvertedintolime,——layahumanskeleton,intheattitudeofapersonwho,afterlongtoil,liesdowntolongrepose。Withintheribs——strangetosay——wastheshapeofahumanheart。 \"Wasthefellow’sheartmadeofmarble?\"criedBartram,insomeperplexityatthisphenomenon。\"Atanyrate,itisburntintowhatlookslikespecialgoodlime;and,takingallthebonestogether,mykilnishalfabushelthericherforhim。\" Sosaying,therudelime-burnerliftedhispole,and,lettingitfallupontheskeleton,therelicsofEthanBrandwerecrumbledintofragments。 THECANTERBURYPILGRIMS Thesummermoon,whichshinesinsomanyatale,wasbeamingoverabroadextentofunevencountry。Someofitsbrightestrayswereflungintoaspringofwater,wherenotraveller,toiling,asthewriterhas,upthehillyroadbesidewhichitgushes,everfailedtoquenchhisthirst。Theworkofneathandsandconsiderateartwasvisibleaboutthisblessedfountain。Anopencistern,hewnandhollowedoutofsolidstone,wasplacedabovethewaters,whichfilledittothebrim,butbysomeinvisibleoutletwereconveyedawaywithoutdrippingdownitssides。Thoughthebasinhadnotroomforanotherdrop,andthecontinualgushofwatermadeatremoronthesurface,therewasasecretcharmthatforbadeittooverflow。Iremember,thatwhenIhadslakedmysummerthirst,andsatpantingbythecistern,itwasmyfancifultheorythatNaturecouldnotaffordtolavishsopurealiquid,asshedoesthewatersofallmeanerfountains。 Whilethemoonwashangingalmostperpendicularlyoverthisspot,twofiguresappearedonthesummitofthehill,andcamewithnoiselessfootstepsdowntowardsthespring。Theyweretheninthefirstfreshnessofyouth;noristhereawrinklenowoneitheroftheirbrows,andyettheyworeastrange,old-fashionedgarb。One,ayoungmanwithruddycheeks,walkedbeneaththecanopyofabroad-brimmedgrayhat;heseemedtohaveinheritedhisgreat-grandsire’ssquare-skirtedcoat,andawaistcoatthatextendeditsimmenseflapstohisknees;hisbrownlocks,also,hungdownbehind,inamodeunknowntoourtimes。Byhissidewasasweetyoungdamsel,herfairfeaturesshelteredbyaprimlittlebonnet,withinwhichappearedthevestalmuslinofacap; herclose,long-waistedgown,andindeedherwholeattire,mighthavebeenwornbysomerusticbeautywhohadfadedhalfacenturybefore。Butthattherewassomethingtoowarmandlife-likeinthem,Iwouldherehavecomparedthiscoupletotheghostsoftwoyoungloverswhohaddiedlongsinceintheglowofpassion,andnowwerestrayingoutoftheirgraves,torenewtheoldvows,andshadowforththeunforgottenkissoftheirearthlylips,besidethemoonlitspring。 \"TheeandIwillresthereamoment,Miriam,\"saidtheyoungman,astheydrewnearthestonecistern,\"forthereisnofearthattheeldersknowwhatwehavedone;andthismaybethelasttimeweshallevertastethiswater。\" Thusspeaking,withalittlesadnessinhisface,whichwasalsovisibleinthatofhiscompanion,hemadehersitdownonastone,andwasabouttoplacehimselfveryclosetoherside; she,however,repelledhim,thoughnotunkindly。 \"Nay,Josiah,\"saidshe,givinghimatimidpushwithhermaidenhand,\"theemustsitfartheroff,onthatotherstone,withthespringbetweenus。Whatwouldthesisterssay,iftheeweretositsoclosetome?\" \"Butweareoftheworld’speoplenow,Miriam,\"answeredJosiah。 Thegirlpersistedinherprudery,nordidtheyouth,infact,seemaltogetherfreefromasimilarsortofshyness;sotheysatapartfromeachother,gazingupthehill,wherethemoonlightdiscoveredthetopsofagroupofbuildings。Whiletheirattentionwasthusoccupied,apartyoftravellers,whohadcomewearilyupthelongascent,madeahalttorefreshthemselvesatthespring。Therewerethreemen,awoman,andalittlegirlandboy。Theirattirewasmean,coveredwiththedustofthesummer’sday,anddampwiththenight-dew;theyalllookedwoebegone,asifthecaresandsorrowsoftheworldhadmadetheirstepsheavierastheyclimbedthehill;eventhetwolittlechildrenappearedolderinevildaysthantheyoungmanandmaidenwhohadfirstapproachedthespring。 \"Goodeveningtoyou,youngfolks,\"wasthesalutationofthetravellers;and\"Goodevening,friends,\"repliedtheyouthanddamsel。 \"IsthatwhitebuildingtheShakermeeting-house?\"askedoneofthestrangers。\"AndarethosetheredroofsoftheShakervillage?\" \"Friend,itistheShakervillage,\"answeredJosiah,aftersomehesitation。 Thetravellers,who,fromthefirst,hadlookedsuspiciouslyatthegarboftheseyoungpeople,nowtaxedthemwithanintentionwhichallthecircumstances,indeed,renderedtooobvioustobemistaken。 \"Itistrue,friends,\"repliedtheyoungman,summoninguphiscourage。\"MiriamandIhaveagifttoloveeachother,andwearegoingamongtheworld’speople,toliveaftertheirfashion。Andyeknowthatwedonottransgressthelawoftheland;andneitherye,northeeldersthemselves,havearighttohinderus。\" \"Yetyouthinkitexpedienttodepartwithoutleave-taking,\" remarkedoneofthetravellers。 \"Yea,ye-a,\"saidJosiah,reluctantly,\"becausefatherJobisaveryawfulmantospeakwith;andbeingagedhimself,hehasbutlittlecharityforwhathecallstheiniquitiesoftheflesh。\" \"Well,\"saidthestranger,\"wewillneitheruseforcetobringyoubacktothevillage,norwillwebetrayyoutotheelders。 Butsityouhereawhile,andwhenyouhaveheardwhatweshalltellyouoftheworldwhichwehaveleft,andintowhichyouaregoing,perhapsyouwillturnbackwithusofyourownaccord。 Whatsayyou?\"addedhe,turningtohiscompanions。\"Wehavetravelledthusfarwithoutbecomingknowntoeachother。Shallwetellourstories,herebythispleasantspring,forourownpastime,andthebenefitofthesemisguidedyounglovers?\" Inaccordancewiththisproposal,thewholepartystationedthemselvesroundthestonecistern;thetwochildren,beingveryweary,fellasleepuponthedampearth,andtheprettyShakergirl,whosefeelingswerethoseofanunoraTurkishlady,creptascloseaspossibletothefemaletraveller,andasfarasshewellcouldfromtheunknownmen。Thesamepersonwhohadhithertobeenthechiefspokesmannowstoodup,wavinghishatinhishand,andsufferedthemoonlighttofallfulluponhisfront。 \"Inme,\"saidhe,withacertainmajestyofutterance,——\"inme,youbeholdapoet。\" Thoughalithographicprintofthisgentlemanisextant,itmaybewelltonoticethathewasnownearlyforty,athinandstoopingfigure,inablackcoat,outatelbows;notwithstandingtheillconditionofhisattire,therewereabouthimseveraltokensofapeculiarsortoffoppery,unworthyofamatureman,particularlyinthearrangementofhishairwhichwassodisposedastogiveallpossibleloftinessandbreadthtohisforehead。 However,hehadanintelligenteye,and,onthewhole,amarkedcountenance。 \"Apoet!\"repeatedtheyoungShaker,alittlepuzzledhowtounderstandsuchadesignation,seldomheardintheutilitariancommunitywherehehadspenthislife。\"Oh,ay,Miriam,hemeansavarse-maker,theemustknow。\" Thisremarkjarreduponthesusceptiblenervesofthepoet;norcouldhehelpwonderingwhatstrangefatalityhadputintothisyoungman’smouthanepithet,whichill-naturedpeoplehadaffirmedtobemorepropertohismeritthantheoneassumedbyhimself。 \"True,Iamaverse-maker,\"heresumed,\"butmyverseisnomorethanthematerialbodyintowhichIbreathethecelestialsoulofthought。Alas!howmanyapanghasitcostme,thissameinsensibilitytotheetherealessenceofpoetry,withwhichyouhaveheretorturedmeagain,atthemomentwhenIamtorelinquishmyprofessionforever!OFate!whyhastthouwarredwithNature,turningallherhigherandmoreperfectgiftstotheruinofme,theirpossessor?Whatisthevoiceofsong,whentheworldlackstheearoftaste?HowcanIrejoiceinmystrengthanddelicacyoffeeling,whentheyhavebutmadegreatsorrowsoutoflittleones?HaveIdreadedscornlikedeath,andyearnedforfameasotherspantforvitalair,onlytofindmyselfinamiddlestatebetweenobscurityandinfamy?ButIhavemyrevenge! Icouldhavegivenexistencetoathousandbrightcreations。I crushthemintomyheart,andthereletthemputrefy!Ishakeoffthedustofmyfeetagainstmycountrymen!Butposterity,tracingmyfootstepsupthiswearyhill,willcryshameupontheunworthyagethatdroveoneofthefathersofAmericansongtoendhisdaysinaShakervillage!\" Duringthisharangue,thespeakergesticulatedwithgreatenergy,and,aspoetryisthenaturallanguageofpassion,thereappearedreasontoapprehendhisfinalexplosionintoanodeextempore。 Thereadermustunderstandthat,forallthesebitterwords,hewasakind,gentle,harmless,poorfellowenough,whomNature,tossingheringredientstogetherwithoutlookingatherrecipe,hadsentintotheworldwithtoomuchofonesortofbrain,andhardlyanyofanother。 \"Friend,\"saidtheyoungShaker,insomeperplexity,\"theeseemesttohavemetwithgreattroubles;and,doubtless,Ishouldpitythem,if——ifIcouldbutunderstandwhattheywere。\" \"Happyinyourignorance!\"repliedthepoet,withanairofsublimesuperiority。\"Toyourcoarsermind,perhaps,ImayseemtospeakofmoreimportantgriefswhenIadd,whatIhadwell- nighforgotten,thatIamoutatelbows,andalmoststarvedtodeath。Atanyrate,youhavetheadviceandexampleofoneindividualtowarnyouback;forIamcomehither,adisappointedman,flingingasidethefragmentsofmyhopes,andseekingshelterinthecalmretreatwhichyouaresoanxioustoleave。\" \"Ithankthee,friend,\"rejoinedtheyouth,\"butIdonotmeantobeapoet,nor,Heavenbepraised!doIthinkMiriamevermadeavarseinherlife。Soweneednotfearthydisappointments。But,Miriam,\"headded,withrealconcern,\"theeknowestthattheeldersadmitnobodythathasnotagifttobeuseful。Now,whatunderthesuncantheydowiththispoorvarse-maker?\" \"Nay,Josiah,donottheediscouragethepoorman,\"saidthegirl,inallsimplicityandkindness。\"Ourhymnsareveryrough,andperhapstheymaytrusthimtosmooththem。\" Withoutnoticingthishintofprofessionalemployment,thepoetturnedaway,andgavehimselfuptoasortofvaguereverie,whichhecalledthought。Sometimeshewatchedthemoon,pouringasilveryliquidontheclouds,throughwhichitslowlymeltedtilltheybecameallbright;thenhesawthesamesweetradiancedancingontheleafytreeswhichrustledasiftoshakeitoff,orsleepingonthehightopsofhills,orhoveringdownindistantvalleys,likethematerialofunshapeddreams;lastly,helookedintothespring,andtherethelightwasminglingwiththewater。Initscrystalbosom,too,beholdingallheavenreflectedthere,hefoundanemblemofapureandtranquilbreast。Helistenedtothatmostetherealofallsounds,thesongofcrickets,cominginfullchoiruponthewind,andfanciedthat,ifmoonlightcouldbeheard,itwouldsoundjustlikethat。 Finally,hetookadraughtattheShakerspring,and,asifitwerethetrueCastalia,wasforthwithmovedtocomposealyric,aFarewelltohisHarp,whichhesworeshouldbeitsclosingstrain,thelastversethatanungratefulworldshouldhavefromhim。Thiseffusion,withtwoorthreeotherlittlepieces,subsequentlywritten,hetookthefirstopportunitytosend,byoneoftheShakerbrethren,toConcord,wheretheywerepublishedintheNewHampshirePatriot。 Meantime,anotheroftheCanterburypilgrims,onesodifferentfromthepoetthatthedelicatefancyofthelattercouldhardlyhaveconceivedofhim,begantorelatehissadexperience。Hewasasmallman,ofquickandunquietgestures,aboutfiftyyearsold,withanarrowforehead,allwrinkledanddrawntogether。Heheldinhishandapencil,andacardofsomecommission-merchantinforeignparts,onthebackofwhich,fortherewaslightenoughtoreadorwriteby,heseemedreadytofigureoutacalculation。 \"Youngman,\"saidhe,abruptly,\"whatquantityoflanddotheShakersownhere,inCanterbury?\" \"ThatismorethanIcantellthee,friend,\"answeredJosiah,\"butitisaveryrichestablishment,andforalongwaybytheroadsidetheemayguessthelandtobeours,bytheneatnessofthefences。\" \"Andwhatmaybethevalueofthewhole,\"continuedthestranger,\"withallthebuildingsandimprovements,prettynearly,inroundnumbers?\" \"Oh,amonstroussum,——morethanIcanreckon,\"repliedtheyoungShaker。 \"Well,sir,\"saidthepilgrim,\"therewasaday,andnotverylongago,neither,whenIstoodatmycounting-roomwindow,andwatchedthesignalflagsofthreeofmyownshipsenteringtheharbor,fromtheEastIndies,fromLiverpool,andfromuptheStraits,andIwouldnothavegiventheinvoiceoftheleastofthemforthetitle-deedsofthiswholeShakersettlement。Youstare。Perhaps,now,youwon’tbelievethatIcouldhaveputmorevalueonalittlepieceofpaper,nobiggerthanthepalmofyourhand,thanallthesesolidacresofgrain,grass,andpasture-landwouldsellfor?\" \"Iwon’tdisputeit,friend,\"answeredJosiah,\"butIknowIhadratherhavefiftyacresofthisgoodlandthanawholesheetofthypaper。\" \"Youmaysaysonow,\"saidtheruinedmerchant,bitterly,\"formynamewouldnotbeworththepaperIshouldwriteiton。Ofcourse,youmusthaveheardofmyfailure?\" Andthestrangermentionedhisname,which,howevermightyitmighthavebeeninthecommercialworld,theyoungShakerhadneverheardofamongtheCanterburyhills。 \"Notheardofmyfailure!\"exclaimedthemerchant,considerablypiqued。\"Why,itwasspokenofon’ChangeinLondon,andfromBostontoNewOrleansmentrembledintheirshoes。Atallevents,Ididfail,andyouseemehereonmyroadtotheShakervillage,where,doubtless(fortheShakersareashrewdsect),theywillhaveaduerespectformyexperience,andgivemethemanagementofthetradingpartoftheconcern,inwhichcaseIthinkIcanpledgemyselftodoubletheircapitalinfourorfiveyears。Turnbackwithme,youngman;forthoughyouwillnevermeetwithmygoodluck,youcanhardlyescapemybad。\" \"Iwillnotturnbackforthis,\"repliedJosiah。calmly,\"anymorethanfortheadviceofthevarse-maker,betweenwhomandthee,friend,Iseeasortoflikeness,thoughIcan’tjustlysaywhereitlies。ButMiriamandIcanearnourdailybreadamongtheworld’speopleaswellasintheShakervillage。Anddowewantanythingmore,Miriam?\" \"Nothingmore,Josiah,\"saidthegirl,quietly。 \"Yea,Miriam,anddailybreadforsomeotherlittlemouths,ifGodsendthem,\"observedthesimpleShakerlad。 Miriamdidnotreply,butlookeddownintothespring,wheresheencounteredtheimageofherownprettyface,blushingwithintheprimlittlebonnet。Thethirdpilgrimnowtookuptheconversation。Hewasasunburntcountryman,oftallframeandbonystrength,onwhoserudeandmanlyfacethereappearedadarker,moresullenandobstinatedespondency,thanonthoseofeitherthepoetorthemerchant。 \"Well,now,youngster,\"hebegan,\"thesefolkshavehadtheirsay,soI’lltakemyturn。Mystorywillcutbutapoorfigurebythesideoftheirs;forIneversupposedthatIcouldhavearighttomeatanddrink,andgreatpraisebesides,onlyfortaggingrhymestogether,asitseemsthismandoes;norevertriedtogetthesubstanceofhundredsintomyownhands,likethetraderthere。WhenIwasaboutofyouryears,Imarriedmeawife,——justsuchaneatandprettyyoungwomanasMiriam,ifthat’shername,——andallIaskedofProvidencewasanordinaryblessingonthesweatofmybrow,sothatwemightbedecentandcomfortable,andhavedailybreadforourselves,andforsomeotherlittlemouthsthatwesoonhadtofeed。Wehadnoverygreatprospectsbeforeus;butIneverwantedtobeidle;andI thoughtitamatterofcoursethattheLordwouldhelpme,becauseIwaswillingtohelpmyself。\" \"Anddidn’tHehelpthee,friend?\"demandedJosiah,withsomeeagerness。 \"No,\"saidtheyeoman,sullenly;\"forthenyouwouldnothaveseenmehere。Ihavelaboredhardforyears;andmymeanshavebeengrowingnarrower,andmylivingpoorer,andmyheartcolderandheavier,allthetime;tillatlastIcouldbearitnolonger。IsetmyselfdowntocalculatewhetherIhadbestgoontheOregonexpedition,orcomeheretotheShakervillage;butI hadnothopeenoughleftinmetobegintheworldoveragain; and,tomakemystoryshort,hereIam。Andnow,youngster,takemyadvice,andturnback;orelse,somefewyearshence,you’llhavetoclimbthishill,withasheavyaheartasmine。\" Thissimplestoryhadastrongeffectontheyoungfugitives。Themisfortunesofthepoetandmerchanthadwonlittlesympathyfromtheirplaingoodsenseandunworldlyfeelings,qualitieswhichmadethemsuchunprejudicedandinflexiblejudges,thatfewmenwouldhavechosentotaketheopinionofthisyouthandmaidenastothewisdomorfollyoftheirpursuits。Butherewasonewhosesimplewisheshadresembledtheirown,andwho,aftereffortswhichalmostgavehimarighttoclaimsuccessfromfate,hadfailedinaccomplishingthem。 \"Butthywife,friend?\"exclaimedtheyoungerman。\"Whatbecameoftheprettygirl,likeMiriam?Oh,Iamafraidsheisdead!\" \"Yea,poorman,shemustbedead,——sheandthechildren,too,\" sobbedMiriam。 Thefemalepilgrimhadbeenleaningoverthespring,whereinlatterlyatearortwomighthavebeenseentofall,andformitslittlecircleonthesurfaceofthewater。Shenowlookedup,disclosingfeaturesstillcomely,butwhichhadacquiredanexpressionoffretfulness,inthesamelongcourseofevilfortunethathadthrownasullengloomoverthetemperoftheunprosperousyeoman。 \"Iamhiswife,\"saidshe,ashadeofirritabilityjustperceptibleinthesadnessofhertone。\"Thesepoorlittlethings,asleepontheground,aretwoofourchildren。Wehadtwomore,butGodhasprovidedbetterforthemthanwecould,bytakingthemtoHimself。\" \"AndwhatwouldtheeadviseJosiahandmetodo?\"askedMiriam,thisbeingthefirstquestionwhichshehadputtoeitherofthestrangers。 \"’Tisathingalmostagainstnatureforawomantotrytoparttruelovers,\"answeredtheyeoman’swife,afterapause;\"butI’llspeakastrulytoyouasiftheseweremydyingwords。 Thoughmyhusbandtoldyousomeofourtroubles,hedidn’tmentionthegreatest,andthatwhichmakesalltherestsohardtobear。Ifyouandyoursweetheartmarry,you’llbekindandpleasanttoeachotherforayearortwo,andwhilethat’sthecase,youneverwillrepent;but,byandby,he’llgrowgloomy,rough,andhardtoplease,andyou’llbepeevish,andfulloflittleangryfits,andapttobecomplainingbythefireside,whenhecomestoresthimselffromhistroublesoutofdoors;soyourlovewillwearawaybylittleandlittle,andleaveyoumiserableatlast。Ithasbeensowithus;andyetmyhusbandandIweretrueloversonce,ifevertwoyoungfolkswere。\" Assheceased,theyeomanandhiswifeexchangedaglance,inwhichtherewasmoreandwarmeraffectionthantheyhadsupposedtohaveescapedthefrostofawintryfate,ineitheroftheirbreasts。Atthatmoment,whentheystoodontheutmostvergeofmarriedlife,onewordfitlyspoken,orperhapsonepeculiarlook,hadtheyhadmutualconfidenceenoughtoreciprocateit,mighthaverenewedalltheiroldfeelings,andsentthemback,resolvedtosustaineachotheramidthestrugglesoftheworld。 Butthecrisispassedandnevercameagain。Justthen,also,thechildren,rousedbytheirmother’svoice,lookedup,andaddedtheirwailingaccentstothetestimonybornebyalltheCanterburypilgrimsagainsttheworldfromwhichtheyfled。 \"Wearetiredandhungry!\"criedthey。\"IsitfartotheShakervillage?\" TheShakeryouthandmaidenlookedmournfullyintoeachother’seyes。Theyhadbutsteppedacrossthethresholdoftheirhomes,whenlo!thedarkarrayofcaresandsorrowsthatroseuptowarnthemback。Thevariednarrativesofthestrangershadarrangedthemselvesintoaparable;theyseemednotmerelyinstancesofwofulfatethathadbefallenothers,butshadowyomensofdisappointedhopeandunavailingtoil,domesticgriefandestrangedaffection,thatwouldcloudtheonwardpathofthesepoorfugitives。Butafteroneinstant’shesitation,theyopenedtheirarms,andsealedtheirresolvewithaspureandfondanembraceaseveryouthfullovehadhallowed。 \"Wewillnotgoback,\"saidthey。\"Theworldnevercanbedarktous,forwewillalwaysloveoneanother。\" ThentheCanterburypilgrimswentupthehill,whilethepoetchantedadrearanddesperatestanzaoftheFarewelltohisHarp,fittingmusicforthatmelancholyband。Theysoughtahomewhereallformertiesofnatureorsocietywouldbesundered,andallolddistinctionslevelled,andacoldandpassionlesssecuritybesubstitutedformortalhopeandfear,asinthatotherrefugeoftheworld’swearyoutcasts,thegrave。TheloversdrankattheShakerspring,andthen,withchastenedhopes,butmoreconfidingaffections,wentontomingleinanuntriedlife。 THEDEVILINMANUSCRIPT OnabittereveningofDecember,Iarrivedbymailinalargetown,whichwasthentheresidenceofanintimatefriend,oneofthosegiftedyouthswhocultivatepoetryandthebelles-lettres,andcallthemselvesstudentsatlaw。Myfirstbusiness,aftersupper,wastovisithimattheofficeofhisdistinguishedinstructor。AsIhavesaid,itwasabitternight,clearstarlight,butcoldasNovaZembla,——theshop-windowsalongthestreetbeingfrosted,soasalmosttohidethelights,whilethewheelsofcoachesthunderedequallyloudoverfrozenearthandpavementsofstone。Therewasnosnow,eitheronthegroundortheroofsofthehouses。Thewindblewsoviolently,thatIhadbuttospreadmycloaklikeamain-sail,andscudalongthestreetattherateoftenknots,greatlyenviedbyothernavigators,whowerebeatingslowlyup,withthegalerightintheirteeth。OneoftheseIcapsized,butwasgoneonthewingsofthewindbeforehecouldevenvociferateanoath。 Afterthispictureofaninclementnight,beholdusseatedbyagreatblazingfire,whichlookedsocomfortableanddeliciousthatIfeltinclinedtoliedownandrollamongthehotcoals。 Theusualfurnitureofalawyer’sofficewasaroundus,——rowsofvolumesinsheepskin,andamultitudeofwrits,summonses,andotherlegalpapers,scatteredoverthedesksandtables。Buttherewerecertainobjectswhichseemedtointimatethatwehadlittledreadoftheintrusionofclients,orofthelearnedcounsellorhimself,who,indeed,wasattendingcourtinadistanttown。Atall,decanter-shapedbottlestoodonthetable,betweentwotumblers,andbesideapileofblottedmanuscripts,altogetherdissimilartoanylawdocumentsrecognizedinourcourts。Myfriend,whomIshallcallOberon,——itwasanameoffancyandfriendshipbetweenhimandme,——myfriendOberonlookedatthesepaperswithapeculiarexpressionofdisquietude。 \"Idobelieve,\"saidhe,soberly,\"or,atleast,Icouldbelieve,ifIchose,thatthereisadevilinthispileofblottedpapers。 Youhavereadthem,andknowwhatImean,——thatconceptioninwhichIendeavoredtoembodythecharacterofafiend,asrepresentedinourtraditionsandthewrittenrecordsofwitchcraft。Oh,Ihaveahorrorofwhatwascreatedinmyownbrain,andshudderatthemanuscriptsinwhichIgavethatdarkideaasortofmaterialexistence!Wouldtheywereoutofmysight!\" \"Andofmine,too,\"thoughtI。 \"Youremember,\"continuedOberon,\"howthehellishthingusedtosuckawaythehappinessofthosewho,byasimpleconcessionthatseemedalmostinnocent,subjectedthemselvestohispower。Justsomypeaceisgone,andallbytheseaccursedmanuscripts。Haveyoufeltnothingofthesameinfluence?\" \"Nothing,\"repliedI,\"unlessthespellbehidinadesiretoturnnovelist,afterreadingyourdelightfultales。\" \"Novelist!\"exclaimedOberon,halfseriously。\"Then,indeed,mydevilhashisclawonyou!Youaregone!Youcannotevenprayfordeliverance!Butwewillbethelastandonlyvictims;forthisnightImeantoburnthemanuscripts,andcommitthefiendtohisretributionintheflames。\" \"Burnyourtales!\"repeatedI,startledatthedesperationoftheidea。 \"Evenso,\"saidtheauthor,despondingly。\"Youcannotconceivewhataneffectthecompositionofthesetaleshashadonme。I havebecomeambitiousofabubble,andcarelessofsolidreputation。Iamsurroundingmyselfwithshadows,whichbewilderme,byapingtherealitiesoflife。Theyhavedrawnmeasidefromthebeatenpathoftheworld,andledmeintoastrangesortofsolitude,——asolitudeinthemidstofmen,-wherenobodywishesforwhatIdo,northinksnorfeelsasIdo。Thetaleshavedoneallthis。Whentheyareashes,perhapsIshallbeasIwasbeforetheyhadexistence。Moreover,thesacrificeislessthanyoumaysuppose,sincenobodywillpublishthem。\" \"Thatdoesmakeadifference,indeed,\"saidI。 \"Theyhavebeenoffered,byletter,\"continuedOberon,reddeningwithvexation,\"tosomeseventeenbooksellers。Itwouldmakeyoustaretoreadtheiranswers;andreadthemyoushould,onlythatIburntthemasfastastheyarrived。Onemanpublishesnothingbutschool-books;anotherhasfivenovelsalreadyunderexamination。\" \"WhatavoluminousmasstheunpublishedliteratureofAmericamustbe!\"criedI。 \"Oh,theAlexandrianmanuscriptswerenothingtoit!\"saidmyfriend。\"Well,anothergentlemanisjustgivingupbusiness,onpurpose,Iverilybelieve,toescapepublishingmybook。Several,however,wouldnotabsolutelydeclinetheagency,onmyadvancinghalfthecostofanedition,andgivingbondsfortheremainder,besidesahighpercentagetothemselves,whetherthebooksellsornot。Anotheradvisesasubscription。\" \"Thevillain!\"exclaimedI。 \"Afact!\"saidOberon。\"Inshort,ofalltheseventeenbooksellers,onlyonehasvouchsafedeventoreadmytales;andhe——aliterarydabblerhimself,Ishouldjudge——hastheimpertinencetocriticisethem,proposingwhathecallsvastimprovements,andconcluding,afterageneralsentenceofcondemnation,withthedefinitiveassurancethathewillnotbeconcernedonanyterms。\" \"Itmightnotbeamisstopullthatfellow’snose,\"remarkedI。 \"Ifthewhole’trade’hadonecommonnose,therewouldbesomesatisfactioninpullingit,\"answeredtheauthor。\"But,theredoesseemtobeonehonestmanamongtheseseventeenunrighteousones;andhetellsmefairly,thatnoAmericanpublisherwillmeddlewithanAmericanwork,——seldomifbyaknownwriter,andneverifbyanewone,——unlessatthewriter’srisk。\" \"Thepaltryrogues!\"criedI。\"Willtheylivebyliterature,andyetrisknothingforitssake?But,afterall,youmightpublishonyourownaccount。\" \"AndsoImight,\"repliedOberon。\"Butthedevilofthebusinessisthis。Thesepeoplehaveputmesooutofconceitwiththetales,thatIloathetheverythoughtofthem,andactuallyexperienceaphysicalsicknessofthestomach,wheneverIglanceatthemonthetable。Itellyouthereisademoninthem!I anticipateawildenjoymentinseeingthemintheblaze;suchasIshouldfeelintakingvengeanceonanenemy,ordestroyingsomethingnoxious。\" Ididnotverystrenuouslyopposethisdetermination,beingprivatelyofopinion,inspiteofmypartialityfortheauthor,thathistaleswouldmakeamorebrilliantappearanceinthefirethananywhereelse。Beforeproceedingtoexecution,webroachedthebottleofchampagne,whichOberonhadprovidedforkeepinguphisspiritsinthisdolefulbusiness。Weswallowedeachatumblerful,insparklingcommotion;itwentbubblingdownourthroats,andbrightenedmyeyesatonce,butleftmyfriendsadandheavyasbefore。Hedrewthetalestowardshim,withamixtureofnaturalaffectionandnaturaldisgust,likeafathertakingadeformedinfantintohisarms。 \"Pooh!Pish!Pshaw!\"exclaimedhe,holdingthematarm’s-length。 \"ItwasGray’sideaofheaven,toloungeonasofaandreadnewnovels。Now,whatmoreappropriatetorturewouldDantehimselfhavecontrived,forthesinnerwhoperpetratesabadbook,thantobecontinuallyturningoverthemanuscript?\" \"Itwouldfailofeffect,\"saidI,\"becauseabadauthorisalwayshisowngreatadmirer。\" \"Ilackthatonecharacteristicofmytribe,——theonlydesirableone,\"observedOberon。\"Buthowmanyrecollectionsthronguponme,asIturnovertheseleaves!ThisscenecameintomyfancyasIwalkedalongahillyroad,onastarlightOctoberevening;inthepureandbracingair,Ibecameallsoul,andfeltasifI couldclimbthesky,andrunaracealongtheMilkyWay。Hereisanothertale,inwhichIwraptmyselfduringadarkanddrearynight-rideinthemonthofMarch,tilltherattlingofthewheelsandthevoicesofmycompanionsseemedlikefaintsoundsofadream,andmyvisionsabrightreality。ThatscribbledpagedescribesshadowswhichIsummonedtomybedsideatmidnight: theywouldnotdepartwhenIbadethem;thegraydawncame,andfoundmewideawakeandfeverish,thevictimofmyownenchantments!\" \"Theremusthavebeenasortofhappinessinallthis,\"saidI,smittenwithastrangelongingtomakeproofofit。 \"Theremaybehappinessinafeverfit,\"repliedtheauthor。\"AndthenthevariousmoodsinwhichIwrote!Sometimesmyideaswerelikepreciousstonesundertheearth,requiringtoiltodigthemup,andcaretopolishandbrightenthem;butoftenadeliciousstreamofthoughtwouldgushoutuponthepageatonce,likewatersparklingupsuddenlyinthedesert;andwhenithadpassed,Ignawedmypenhopelessly,orblunderedonwithcoldandmiserabletoil,asiftherewereawalloficebetweenmeandmysubject。\" \"Doyounowperceiveacorrespondingdifference,\"inquiredI,\"betweenthepassageswhichyouwrotesocoldly,andthosefervidflashesofthemind?\" \"No,\"saidOberon,tossingthemanuscriptsonthetable。\"IfindnotracesofthegoldenpenwithwhichIwroteincharactersoffire。Mytreasureoffairycoinischangedtoworthlessdross。Mypicture,paintedinwhatseemedtheloveliesthues,presentsnothingbutafadedandindistinguishablesurface。Ihavebeeneloquentandpoeticalandhumorousinadream,——andbehold!itisallnonsense,nowthatIamawake。\" Myfriendnowthrewsticksofwoodanddrychipsuponthefire,andseeingitblazelikeNebuchadnezzar’sfurnace,seizedthechampagnebottle,anddranktwoorthreebrimmingbumpers,successively。Theheadyliquorcombinedwithhisagitationtothrowhimintoaspeciesofrage。Helaidviolenthandsonthetales。Inoneinstantmore,theirfaultsandbeautieswouldalikehavevanishedinaglowingpurgatory。But,allatonce,I rememberedpassagesofhighimagination,deeppathos,originalthoughts,andpointsofsuchvariedexcellence,thatthevastnessofthesacrificestruckmemostforcibly。Icaughthisarm。 \"Surely,youdonotmeantoburnthem!\"Iexclaimed。 \"Letmealone!\"criedOberon,hiseyesflashingfire。\"Iwillburnthem!Notascorchedsyllableshallescape!Wouldyouhavemeadamnedauthor?——Toundergosneers,taunts,abuse,andcoldneglect,andfaintpraise,bestowed,forpity’ssake,againstthegiver’sconscience!Ahissingandalaughing-stocktomyowntraitorousthoughts!Anoutlawfromtheprotectionofthegrave,——onewhoseasheseverycarelessfootmightspurn,unhonoredinlife,andrememberedscornfullyindeath!AmItobearallthis,whenyonderfirewillinsuremefromthewhole? No!Theregothetales!Maymyhandwitherwhenitwouldwriteanother!\" Thedeedwasdone。Hehadthrownthemanuscriptsintothehottestofthefire,whichatfirstseemedtoshrinkaway,butsooncurledaroundthem,andmadethemapartofitsownferventbrightness。Oberonstoodgazingattheconflagration,andshortlybegantosoliloquize,inthewildeststrain,asifFancyresistedandbecameriotous,atthemomentwhenhewouldhavecompelledhertoascendthatfuneralpile。Hiswordsdescribedobjectswhichheappearedtodiscerninthefire,fedbyhisownpreciousthoughts;perhapsthethousandvisionswhichthewriter’smagichadincorporatedwiththesepagesbecamevisibletohiminthedissolvingheat,brighteningfortheretheyvanishedforever; whilethesmoke,thevividsheetsofflame,theruddyandwhiteningcoals,caughttheaspectofavariedscenery。 \"Theyblaze,\"saidhe,\"asifIhadsteepedthemintheintensestspiritofgenius。ThereIseemyloversclaspedineachother’sarms。Howpuretheflamethatburstsfromtheirglowinghearts! Andyonderthefeaturesofavillainwrithinginthefirethatshalltormenthimtoeternity。Myholymen,mypiousandangelicwomen,standlikemartyrsamidtheflames,theirmildeyesliftedheavenward。Ringoutthebells!Acityisonfire。 See!——destructionroarsthroughmydarkforests,whilethelakesboilupinsteamingbillows,andthemountainsarevolcanoes,andtheskykindleswithaluridbrightness!Allelementsarebutonepervadingflame!Ha!Thefiend!\" Iwassomewhatstartledbythislatterexclamation。Thetaleswerealmostconsumed,butjustthenthrewforthabroadsheetoffire,whichflickeredaswithlaughter,makingthewholeroomdanceinitsbrightness,andthenroaredportentouslyupthechimney。 \"Yousawhim?Youmusthaveseenhim!\"criedOberon。\"Howheglaredatmeandlaughed,inthatlastsheetofflame,withjustthefeaturesthatIimaginedforhim!Well!Thetalesaregone。\" Thepaperswereindeedreducedtoaheapofblackcinders,withamultitudeofsparkshurryingconfusedlyamongthem,thetracesofthepenbeingnowrepresentedbywhitelines,andthewholemassflutteringtoandfrointhedraughtsofair。Thedestroyerkneltdowntolookatthem。 \"Whatismorepotentthanfire!\"saidhe,inhisgloomiesttone。 \"Eventhought,invisibleandincorporealasitis,cannotescapeit。Inthislittletime,ithasannihilatedthecreationsoflongnightsanddays,whichIcouldnomorereproduce,intheirfirstglowandfreshness,thancauseashesandwhitenedbonestoriseupandlive。There,too,Isacrificedtheunbornchildrenofmymind。AllthatIhadaccomplished——allthatIplannedforfutureyears——hasperishedbyonecommonruin,andleftonlythisheapofembers!Thedeedhasbeenmyfate。Andwhatremains?Awearyandaimlesslife,——alongrepentanceofthishour,——andatlastanobscuregrave,wheretheywillburyandforgetme!\" Astheauthorconcludedhisdolorousmoan,theextinguishedembersaroseandsettleddownandaroseagain,andfinallyflewupthechimney,likeademonwithsablewings。Justastheydisappeared,therewasaloudandsolitarycryinthestreetbelowus。\"Fire!\"Fire!Othervoicescaughtupthatterribleword,anditspeedilybecametheshoutofamultitude。Oberonstartedtohisfeet,infreshexcitement。 \"Afireonsuchanight!\"criedhe。\"Thewindblowsagale,andwhereveritwhirlstheflames,theroofswillflashuplikegunpowder。Everypumpisfrozenup,andboilingwaterwouldturntoicethemomentitwasflungfromtheengine。Inanhour,thiswoodentownwillbeonegreatbonfire!Whataglorioussceneformynext——Pshaw!\" Thestreetwasnowallalivewithfootsteps,andtheairfullofvoices。Weheardoneenginethunderingroundacorner,andanotherrattlingfromadistanceoverthepavements。Thebellsofthreesteeplesclangedoutatonce,spreadingthealarmtomanyaneighboringtown,andexpressinghurry,confusion,andterror,soinimitablythatIcouldalmostdistinguishintheirpealtheburdenoftheuniversalcry,——\"Fire!Fire!Fire!\" \"Whatissoeloquentastheirirontongues!\"exclaimedOberon。 \"Myheartleapsandtrembles,butnotwithfear。Andthatothersound,too,-deepandawfulasamightyorgan,——theroarandthunderofthemultitudeonthepavementbelow!Come!Wearelosingtime。Iwillcryoutintheloudestoftheuproar,andminglemyspiritwiththewildestoftheconfusion,andbeabubbleonthetopoftheferment!\" Fromthefirstoutcry,myforebodingshadwarnedmeofthetrueobjectandcentreofalarm。Therewasnothingnowbutuproar,above,beneath,andaroundus;footstepsstumblingpell-mellupthepublicstaircase,eagershoutsandheavythumpsatthedoor,thewhizanddashofwaterfromtheengines,andthecrashoffurniturethrownuponthepavement。Atonce,thetruthflasheduponmyfriend。Hisfrenzytookthehueofjoy,and,withawildgestureofexultation,heleapedalmosttotheceilingofthechamber。