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第4章

  IwasletbrieflyintohishistorybyFrankBracebridge。Hewasan
  oldbachelor,ofasmallindependentincome,which,bycareful
  management,wassufficientforallhiswants。Herevolvedthrough
  thefamilysystemlikeavagrantcometinitsorbit;sometimes
  visitingonebranch,andsometimesanotherquiteremote;asisoften
  thecasewithgentlemenofextensiveconnectionsandsmallfortunesin
  England。Hehadachirpingbuoyantdisposition,alwaysenjoyingthe
  presentmoment;andhisfrequentchangeofsceneandcompanyprevented
  hisacquiringthoserustyunaccommodatinghabits,withwhichold
  bachelorsaresouncharitablycharged。Hewasacompletefamily
  chronicle,beingversedinthegenealogy,history,and
  intermarriagesofthewholehouseofBracebridge,whichmadehima
  greatfavoritewiththeoldfolks;hewasabeauofalltheelder
  ladiesandsuperannuatedspinsters,amongwhomhewashabitually
  consideredratherayoungfellow,andhewasmasteroftherevels
  amongthechildren;sothattherewasnotamorepopularbeingin
  thesphereinwhichhemovedthanMr。SimonBracebridge。Oflate
  years,hehadresidedalmostentirelywiththesquire,towhomhe
  hadbecomeafactotum,andwhomheparticularlydelightedbyjumping
  withhishumorinrespecttooldtimes,andbyhavingascrapofan
  oldsongtosuiteveryoccasion。Wehadpresentlyaspecimenofhis
  last—mentionedtalent,fornosoonerwassupperremoved,andspiced
  winesandotherbeveragespeculiartotheseasonintroduced,than
  MasterSimonwascalledonforagoodoldChristmassong。Hebethought
  himselfforamoment,andthen,withasparkleoftheeye,andavoice
  thatwasbynomeansbad,exceptingthatitranoccasionallyintoa
  falsetto,likethenotesofasplitreed,hequaveredforthaquaint
  oldditty。
  NowChristmasiscome,
  Letusbeatupthedrum,
  Andcallallourneighborstogether,
  Andwhentheyappear,
  Letusmakethemsuchcheer,
  Aswillkeepoutthewindandtheweather,etc。
  Thesupperhaddisposedeveryonetogayety,andanoldharperwas
  summonedfromtheservants’hall,wherehehadbeenstrummingall
  theevening,andtoallappearancecomfortinghimselfwithsomeofthe
  squire’shome—brewed。Hewasakindofhanger—on,Iwastold,ofthe
  establishment,and,thoughostensiblyaresidentofthevillage,was
  oftenertobefoundinthesquire’skitchenthanhisownhome,theold
  gentlemanbeingfondofthesoundof"harpinhall。"
  Thedance,likemostdancesaftersupper,wasamerryone;someof
  theolderfolksjoinedinit,andthesquirehimselffigureddown
  severalcouplewithapartner,withwhomheaffirmedhehaddanced
  ateveryChristmasfornearlyhalfacentury。MasterSimon,whoseemed
  tobeakindofconnectinglinkbetweentheoldtimesandthenew,and
  tobewithalalittleantiquatedinthetasteofhis
  accomplishments,evidentlypiquedhimselfonhisdancing,andwas
  endeavoringtogaincreditbytheheelandtoe,rigadoon,andother
  gracesoftheancientschool;buthehadunluckilyassortedhimself
  withalittlerompinggirlfromboarding—school,who,byherwild
  vivacity,kepthimcontinuallyonthestretch,anddefeatedallhis
  soberattemptsatelegance:—sucharetheill—assortedmatchesto
  whichantiquegentlemenareunfortunatelyprone!
  TheyoungOxonian,onthecontrary,hadledoutoneofhismaiden
  aunts,onwhomtherogueplayedathousandlittleknaverieswith
  impunity:hewasfullofpracticaljokes,andhisdelightwastotease
  hisauntsandcousins;yet,likeallmadcapyoungsters,hewasa
  universalfavoriteamongthewomen。Themostinterestingcoupleinthe
  dancewastheyoungofficerandawardofthesquire’s,abeautiful
  blushinggirlofseventeen。FromseveralshyglanceswhichIhad
  noticedinthecourseoftheevening,Isuspectedtherewasalittle
  kindnessgrowingupbetweenthem;and,indeed,theyoungsoldierwas
  justtheherotocaptivatearomanticgirl。Hewastall,slender,
  andhandsome,and,likemostyoungBritishofficersoflateyears,had
  pickedupvarioussmallaccomplishmentsonthecontinent—hecould
  talkFrenchandItalian—drawlandscapes,singverytolerably—dance
  divinely;but,aboveall,hehadbeenwoundedatWaterloo:—what
  girlofseventeen,wellreadinpoetryandromance,couldresist
  suchamirrorofchivalryandperfection!
  Themomentthedancewasover,hecaughtupaguitar,and,lolling
  againsttheoldmarblefireplace,inanattitudewhichIamhalf
  inclinedtosuspectwasstudied,beganthelittleFrenchairofthe
  Troubadour。Thesquire,however,exclaimedagainsthavinganythingon
  ChristmasevebutgoodoldEnglish;uponwhichtheyoungminstrel,
  castinguphiseyeforamoment,asifinaneffortofmemory,
  struckintoanotherstrain,and,withacharmingairofgallantry,
  gaveHerrick’s"Night—PiecetoJulia。"
  Hereyestheglow—wormlendthee,
  Theshootingstarsattendthee,
  Andtheelvesalso,
  Whoselittleeyesglow
  Likethesparksoffire,befriendthee。
  NoWillo’theWispmislightthee;
  Nosnakenorslow—wormbitethee;
  Buton,onthyway,
  Notmakingastay,
  Sinceghostthereisnonetoaffrightthee,
  Thenletnotthedarktheecumber;
  Whatthoughthemoondoesslumber,
  Thestarsofthenight
  Willlendtheetheirlight,
  Liketapersclearwithoutnumber。
  Then,Julia,letmewoothee,
  Thus,thustocomeuntome,
  AndwhenIshallmeet
  Thysilveryfeet,
  MysoulI’llpourintothee。
  Thesongmightormightnothavebeenintendedincomplimentto
  thefairJulia,forsoIfoundhispartnerwascalled;she,however,
  wascertainlyunconsciousofanysuchapplication,forshenever
  lookedatthesinger,butkepthereyescastuponthefloor。Her
  facewassuffused,itistrue,withabeautifulblush,andtherewasa
  gentleheavingofthebosom,butallthatwasdoubtlesscausedby
  theexerciseofthedance;indeed,sogreatwasherindifference,that
  sheamusedherselfwithpluckingtopiecesachoicebouquetof
  hot—houseflowers,andbythetimethesongwasconcludedthe
  nosegaylayinruinsonthefloor。
  Thepartynowbrokeupforthenightwiththekind—heartedold
  customofshakinghands。AsIpassedthroughthehall,onmywaytomy
  chamber,thedyingembersoftheYuleclogstillsentforthadusky
  glow,andhaditnotbeentheseasonwhen"nospiritdaresstir
  abroad,"Ishouldhavebeenhalftemptedtostealfrommyroomat
  midnight,andpeepwhetherthefairiesmightnotbeattheirrevels
  aboutthehearth。
  Mychamberwasintheoldpartofthemansion,theponderous
  furnitureofwhichmighthavebeenfabricatedinthedaysofthe
  giants。Theroomwaspanelledwithcornicesofheavycarvedwork,in
  whichflowersandgrotesquefaceswerestrangelyintermingled;anda
  rowofblack—lookingportraitsstaredmournfullyatmefromthewalls。
  Thebedwasofrich,thoughfadeddamask,withaloftytester,and
  stoodinanicheoppositeabowwindow。Ihadscarcelygotintobed
  whenastrainofmusicseemedtobreakforthintheairjustbelowthe
  window。Ilistened,andfounditproceededfromaband,whichI
  concludedtobethewaifsfromsomeneighboringvillage。Theywent
  roundthehouse,playingunderthewindows。Idrewasidethe
  curtainstohearthemmoredistinctly。Themoonbeamsfellthrough
  theupperpartofthecasement,partiallylightinguptheantiquated
  apartment。Thesounds,astheyreceded,becamemoresoftandaerial,
  andseemedtoaccordwiththequietandmoonlight。Ilistenedand
  listened—theybecamemoreandmoretenderandremote,and,asthey
  graduallydiedaway,myheadsunkuponthepillow,andIfellasleep。
  THEEND。
  1819—20
  THESKETCHBOOK
  CHRISTMAS
  byWashingtonIrving
  CHRISTMAS
  Butisold,old,goodoldChristmasgone?Nothingbutthehairof
  hisgood,gray,oldheadandbeardleft?Well,Iwillhavethat,
  seeingIcannothavemoreofhim。
  HUEANDCRYAFTERCHRISTMAS。
  Amanmightthenbehold
  AtChristmas,ineachhall
  Goodfirestocurbthecold,
  Andmeatforgreatandsmall。
  Theneighborswerefriendlybidden,
  Andallhadwelcometrue,
  Thepoorfromthegateswerenotchidden
  Whenthisoldcapwasnew。
  OLDSONG。
  NOTHINGinEnglandexercisesamoredelightfulspellovermy
  imagination,thanthelingeringsoftheholidaycustomsandrural
  gamesofformertimes。Theyrecallthepicturesmyfancyusedto
  drawintheMaymorningoflife,whenasyetIonlyknewtheworld
  throughbooks,andbelievedittobeallthatpoetshadpaintedit;
  andtheybringwiththemtheflavorofthosehonestdaysofyore,in
  which,perhaps,withequalfallacy,Iamapttothinktheworldwas
  morehomebred,social,andjoyousthanatpresent。Iregrettosay
  thattheyaredailygrowingmoreandmorefaint,beinggradually
  wornawaybytime,butstillmoreobliteratedbymodernfashion。
  TheyresemblethosepicturesquemorselsofGothicarchitecture,
  whichweseecrumblinginvariouspartsofthecountry,partly
  dilapidatedbythewasteofages,andpartlylostintheadditionsand
  alterationsoflaterdays。Poetry,however,clingswithcherishing
  fondnessabouttheruralgameandholidayrevel,fromwhichithas
  derivedsomanyofitsthemes—astheivywindsitsrichfoliageabout
  theGothicarchandmoulderingtower,gratefullyrepayingtheir
  support,byclaspingtogethertheirtotteringremains,and,asit
  were,embalmingtheminverdure。
  Ofalltheoldfestivals,however,thatofChristmasawakensthe
  strongestandmostheartfeltassociations。Thereisatoneofsolemn
  andsacredfeelingthatblendswithourconviviality,andliftsthe
  spirittoastateofhallowedandelevatedenjoyment。Theservices
  ofthechurchaboutthisseasonareextremelytenderandinspiring。
  Theydwellonthebeautifulstoryoftheoriginofourfaith,and
  thepastoralscenesthataccompanieditsannouncement。They
  graduallyincreaseinfervorandpathosduringtheseasonofAdvent,
  untiltheybreakforthinfulljubileeonthemorningthatbrought
  peaceandgood—willtomen。Idonotknowagrandereffectofmusicon
  themoralfeelings,thantohearthefullchoirandthepealing
  organperformingaChristmasantheminacathedral,andfilling
  everypartofthevastpilewithtriumphantharmony。
  Itisabeautifularrangement,also,derivedfromdaysofyore,that
  thisfestival,whichcommemoratestheannouncementofthereligion
  ofpeaceandlove,hasbeenmadetheseasonforgatheringtogether
  offamilyconnections,anddrawingcloseragainthosebandsofkindred
  hearts,whichthecaresandpleasuresandsorrowsoftheworldare
  continuallyoperatingtocastloose;ofcallingbackthechildrenofa
  family,whohavelaunchedforthinlife,andwanderedwidely
  asunder,oncemoretoassembleaboutthepaternalhearth,that
  rallyingplaceoftheaffections,theretogrowyoungandlovingagain
  amongtheendearingmementosofchildhood。
  Thereissomethingintheveryseasonoftheyearthatgivesacharm
  tothefestivityofChristmas。Atothertimeswederiveagreat
  portionofourpleasuresfromthemerebeautiesofnature。Our
  feelingssallyforthanddissipatethemselvesoverthesunny
  landscape,andwe"liveabroadandeverywhere。"Thesongofthe
  bird,themurmurofthestream,thebreathingfragranceofspring,the
  softvoluptuousnessofsummer,thegoldenpompofautumn;earthwith
  itsmantleofrefreshinggreen,andheavenwithitsdeepdelicious
  blueanditscloudymagnificence,allfilluswithmutebut
  exquisitedelight,andwerevelintheluxuryofmeresensation。But
  inthedepthofwinter,whennatureliesdespoiledofeverycharm,and
  wrappedinhershroudofsheetedsnow,weturnforour
  gratificationstomoralsources。Thedrearinessanddesolationof
  thelandscape,theshortgloomydaysanddarksomenights,whilethey
  circumscribeourwanderings,shutinourfeelingsalsofromrambling
  abroad,andmakeusmorekeenlydisposedforthepleasureofthe
  socialcircle。Ourthoughtsaremoreconcentrated;ourfriendly
  sympathiesmorearoused。Wefeelmoresensiblythecharmofeach
  other’ssociety,andarebroughtmorecloselytogetherbydependence
  oneachotherforenjoyment。Heartcallethuntoheart;andwedrawour
  pleasuresfromthedeepwellsofloving—kindness,whichlieinthe
  quietrecessesofourbosoms;andwhich,whenresortedto,furnish
  forththepureelementofdomesticfelicity。
  Thepitchygloomwithoutmakestheheartdilateonenteringtheroom
  filledwiththeglowandwarmthoftheeveningfire。Theruddyblaze
  diffusesanartificialsummerandsunshinethroughtheroom,and
  lightsupeachcountenanceinakindlierwelcome。Wheredoesthe
  honestfaceofhospitalityexpandintoabroaderandmorecordial
  smile—whereistheshyglanceoflovemoresweetlyeloquent—than
  bythewinterfireside?andasthehollowblastofwintrywind
  rushesthroughthehall,clapsthedistantdoor,whistlesaboutthe
  casement,andrumblesdownthechimney,whatcanbemoregratefulthan
  thatfeelingofsoberandshelteredsecurity,withwhichwelookround
  uponthecomfortablechamberandthesceneofdomestichilarity?
  TheEnglish,fromthegreatprevalenceofruralhabitthroughout
  everyclassofsociety,havealwaysbeenfondofthosefestivalsand
  holidayswhichagreeablyinterruptthestillnessofcountrylife;
  andtheywere,informerdays,particularlyobservantofthereligious
  andsocialritesofChristmas。Itisinspiringtoreadeventhedry
  detailswhichsomeantiquarieshavegivenofthequainthumors,the
  burlesquepageants,thecompleteabandonmenttomirthand
  good—fellowship,withwhichthisfestivalwascelebrated。Itseemedto
  throwopeneverydoor,andunlockeveryheart。Itbroughtthe
  peasantandthepeertogether,andblendedallranksinonewarm
  generousflowofjoyandkindness。Theoldhallsofcastlesand
  manor—housesresoundedwiththeharpandtheChristmascarol,and
  theirampleboardsgroanedundertheweightofhospitality。Eventhe
  poorestcottagewelcomedthefestiveseasonwithgreendecorations
  ofbayandholly—thecheerfulfireglanceditsraysthroughthe
  lattice,invitingthepassengerstoraisethelatch,andjointhe
  gossipknothuddledroundthehearth,beguilingthelongevening
  withlegendaryjokesandoft—toldChristmastales。
  Oneoftheleastpleasingeffectsofmodernrefinementisthe
  havocithasmadeamongtheheartyoldholidaycustoms。Ithas
  completelytakenoffthesharptouchingsandspiritedreliefsofthese
  embellishmentsoflife,andhasworndownsocietyintoamoresmooth
  andpolished,butcertainlyalesscharacteristicsurface。Manyofthe
  gamesandceremonialsofChristmashaveentirelydisappeared,and,
  likethesherrissackofoldFalstaff,arebecomemattersof
  speculationanddisputeamongcommentators。Theyflourishedintimes
  fullofspiritandlustihood,whenmenenjoyedliferoughly,but
  heartilyandvigorously;timeswildandpicturesque,whichhave
  furnishedpoetrywithitsrichestmaterials,andthedramawithits
  mostattractivevarietyofcharactersandmanners。Theworldhas
  becomemoreworldly。Thereismoreofdissipation,andlessof
  enjoyment。Pleasurehasexpandedintoabroader,butashallower
  stream;andhasforsakenmanyofthosedeepandquietchannelswhere
  itflowedsweetlythroughthecalmbosomofdomesticlife。Societyhas
  acquiredamoreenlightenedandeleganttone;butithaslostmany
  ofitsstronglocalpeculiarities,itshomebredfeelings,itshonest
  firesidedelights。Thetraditionarycustomsofgolden—hearted
  antiquity,itsfeudalhospitalities,andlordlywassailings,have
  passedawaywiththebaronialcastlesandstatelymanor—housesin
  whichtheywerecelebrated。Theycomportedwiththeshadowyhall,
  thegreatoakengallery,andthetapestriedparlor,butareunfitted
  tothelightshowysaloonsandgaydrawing—roomsofthemodernvilla。
  Shorn,however,asitis,ofitsancientandfestivehonors,
  ChristmasisstillaperiodofdelightfulexcitementinEngland。Itis
  gratifyingtoseethathomefeelingcompletelyarousedwhichholds
  sopowerfulaplaceineveryEnglishbosom。Thepreparationsmakingon
  everysideforthesocialboardthatisagaintounitefriendsand
  kindred;thepresentsofgoodcheerpassingandrepassing,those
  tokensofregard,andquickenersofkindfeelings;theevergreens
  distributedabouthousesandchurches,emblemsofpeaceand
  gladness;allthesehavethemostpleasingeffectinproducingfond
  associations,andkindlingbenevolentsympathies。Eventhesoundof
  theWaits,rudeasmaybetheirminstrelsy,breaksuponthemidwatches
  ofawinternightwiththeeffectofperfectharmony。AsIhavebeen
  awakenedbytheminthatstillandsolemnhour。"whendeepsleep
  fallethuponman,"Ihavelistenedwithahusheddelight,and,
  connectingthemwiththesacredandjoyousoccasion,havealmost
  fanciedthemintoanothercelestialchoir,announcingpeaceand
  good—willtomankind。
  Howdelightfullytheimagination,whenwroughtuponbythesemoral
  influences,turnseverythingtomelodyandbeauty!Theverycrowing
  ofthecock,heardsometimesintheprofoundreposeofthecountry,
  "tellingthenightwatchestohisfeatherydames,"wasthoughtby
  thecommonpeopletoannouncetheapproachofthissacredfestival。
  "Somesaythatever’gainstthatseasoncomes
  WhereinourSavior’sbirthiscelebrated,
  Thisbirdofdawningsingethallnightlong;
  Andthen,theysay,nospiritdaresstirabroad;
  Thenightsarewholesome—thennoplanetsstrike,
  Nofairytakes,nowitchhathpowertocharm,
  Sohallow’dandsograciousisthetime。"
  Amidstthegeneralcalltohappiness,thebustleofthespirits,and
  stiroftheaffections,whichprevailatthisperiod,whatbosomcan
  remaininsensible?Itis,indeed,theseasonofregeneratedfeeling—
  theseasonforkindling,notmerelythefireofhospitalityinthe
  hall,butthegenialflameofcharityintheheart。
  Thesceneofearlyloveagainrisesgreentomemorybeyondthe
  sterilewasteofyears;andtheideaofhome,fraughtwiththe
  fragranceofhome—dwellingjoys,reanimatesthedroopingspirit;as
  theArabianbreezewillsometimeswaftthefreshnessofthedistant
  fieldstothewearypilgrimofthedesert。
  StrangerandsojournerasIamintheland—thoughformeno
  socialhearthmayblaze,nohospitableroofthrowopenitsdoors,
  northewarmgraspoffriendshipwelcomemeatthethreshold—yetI
  feeltheinfluenceoftheseasonbeamingintomysoulfromthehappy
  looksofthosearoundme。Surelyhappinessisreflective,likethe
  lightofheaven;andeverycountenance,brightwithsmiles,and
  glowingwithinnocentenjoyment,isamirrortransmittingtoothers
  theraysofasupremeandever—shiningbenevolence。Hewhocanturn
  churlishlyawayfromcontemplatingthefelicityofhis
  fellow—beings,andcansitdowndarklingandrepininginhis
  lonelinesswhenallaroundisjoyful,mayhavehismomentsofstrong
  excitementandselfishgratification,buthewantsthegenialand
  socialsympathieswhichconstitutethecharmofamerryChristmas。
  THEEND。
  1819—20
  THESKETCHBOOK
  ENGLISHWRITERSONAMERICA
  byWashingtonIrving
  "MethinksIseeinmymindanobleandpuissantnation,rousing
  herselflikeastrongmanaftersleep,andshakingherinvincible
  locks:methinksIseeherasaneagle,mewinghermightyyouth,and
  kindlingherendazzledeyesatthefullmid—daybeam。"MILTONONTHELIBERTYOFTHEPRESS。
  ITISwithfeelingsofdeepregretthatIobservetheliterary
  animositydailygrowingupbetweenEnglandandAmerica。Great
  curiosityhasbeenawakenedoflatewithrespecttotheUnitedStates,
  andtheLondonpresshasteemedwithvolumesoftravelsthroughthe
  Republic;buttheyseemintendedtodiffuseerrorratherthan
  knowledge;andsosuccessfulhavetheybeen,that,notwithstandingthe
  constantintercoursebetweenthenations,thereisnopeople
  concerningwhomthegreatmassoftheBritishpublichavelesspure
  information,orentertainmorenumerousprejudices。
  Englishtravellersarethebestandtheworstintheworld。Whereno
  motivesofprideorinterestintervene,nonecanequalthemfor
  profoundandphilosophicalviewsofsociety,orfaithfulandgraphical
  descriptionsofexternalobjects;butwheneithertheinterestor
  reputationoftheirowncountrycomesincollisionwiththatof
  another,theygototheoppositeextreme,andforgettheirusual
  probityandcandor,intheindulgenceofspleneticremark,andan
  illiberalspiritofridicule。
  Hence,theirtravelsaremorehonestandaccurate,themoreremote
  thecountrydescribed。Iwouldplaceimplicitconfidenceinan
  Englishman’sdescriptionsoftheregionsbeyondthecataractsofthe
  Nile;ofunknownislandsintheYellowSea;oftheinteriorof
  India;orofanyothertractwhichothertravellersmightbeaptto
  pictureoutwiththeillusionsoftheirfancies;butIwould
  cautiouslyreceivehisaccountofhisimmediateneighbors,andof
  thosenationswithwhichheisinhabitsofmostfrequentintercourse。
  HoweverImightbedisposedtotrusthisprobity,Idarenottrusthis
  prejudices。