第3章

类别:其他 作者:Kate Douglas Wiggin字数:24613更新时间:19/01/03 16:17:59
Thestalk’sgottobegreen,andhereistheverygreensilkmotherwalkedbridein,andLoveyandIhadroundaboutsofitafterwards。 Shehadthechicken-poxwhenwewasaboutfouryearsold,andoneofthefirstthingsIcanrememberisclimbingupandlookingovermother’sfootboardatLovey,allspeckled。 Motherhadlethersliponhernewgreenroundaboutoverhernightgown,justtopacifyher,andthereshesetplayingwiththekittenReubenGrangerhadbroughther。 Hewasonlytenyearsoldthen,buthe’dbeguncourtingLovice。 \"TheGrangers’farmjoinedours。Theyhadelevenchildren,andmotherandfatherhadthirteen,andwewasalwaysplayingtogether。 Motherusedtotellafunnystoryaboutthat。Wewerealllittleyoungonesandlookedprettymuchalike,soshedidn’ttakemuchnoticeofusinthedaytimewhenwewasrunningout’n’in;butatnightwhentheturn-upbedsteadinthekitchenwastakendownandthetrundle-bedswerefull,sheusedtocountusover,toseeifwewereallthere。 Onenight,whenshe’dcountedthirteenandsetdowntohersewing,fathercomeinandaskedifMoseswasallright,foroneoftheneighborshadseenhimplayingsideoftheriveraboutsupper-time。Motherknewshe’dcountedusstraight,butshewentroundwithacandletomakesure。 Now,Mr。Grangerhadaheadasredasashumacbush;andwhenshecarriedthecandleclosetothebedstotakeanothertally,therewasthirteenchildren,sureenough,butiftherewa’n’tared-headedGrangerrightinamongstourboysintheturn-upbedstead! WhilefathersetoutonahuntforourMoses,motheryankedthesleepylittlered-headedGrangerouto’themiddleandtookhimhome,andfatherfoundMosesasleeponapileofshavingsunderthejoiner’sbench。 \"Theydon’thavesuchfamiliesnowadays。Onetimewhenmeasleswentalloverthevillage,theynevercametous,andJabeSlocumsaidtherewa’n’tenoughmeaslestogothroughtheDennettfamily,sotheydidn’tstartinon’em。There,Iain’tgoingtofinishthestalk; I’mgoingtodrawinalittlehereandthereallovertherug,whileI’minthesperitofplannin’it,andthenitwillbeplainworkofmatchingcolorsandfillingout。 \"Youseethestalkismother’sdress,andtheoutsidegreenofthemossrosesisthesamegoods,onlyit’sourroundabouts。 Imeanttomake’emred,whenImarkedthepattern,andthenfilloutround’emwithalightcolor;butnowI ain’tsatisfiedwithanythingbutwhite,fornothingwilldointhemiddleoftherugbutourwhiteweddingdresses。 Ishallhavetofillindark,then,ormixed。Well,thatwon’tbeoutoftheway,ifit’sgoingtobeatrueragstory; forLovey’slifewentoutaltogether,andminehasn’tbeenanytoogay。 \"I’llbeginonLovey’srosefirst。Shewastheprettiestandtheliveliestgirlinthevillage,andshehadmorebeauxthanyoucouldshakeastickat。Igenerallyhadtotakewhatsheleftover。 ReubenGrangerwascrazyaboutherfromthetimeshewasknee-high; butwhenhewentawaytoBangortostudyfortheministry,theothershaditalltheirownway。Shewasonlyseventeen; shehadn’teverexperiencedreligion,andshewasmischeevousasakitten。 \"Yourememberyoulaughed,thismorning,whenMr。BascomtoldaboutHogsheadJowett?Well,heusedtowanttokeepcompanywithLovey;butshecouldn’tabidehim,andwheneverhecometocourthersheclim’intoahogshead,andhidtillafterhe’dgone。 Theboysfounditout,andusedtocallhim’HogsheadJowett。\" HewasthebiggestfoolinFoxboro’FourCorners;andthat’ssayingconsid’able,forFoxboro’isfamousforitsfools,andalwayshasbeen。Therewasthirteenof’emthereoneyear。 TheysayamancomeoutfromPortland,andwhenhegotasfurasFoxboro’hekep’inquiringthewaytoDunstan;andIdeclareifhedidn’tmeetthemthirteenfools,oneafteranother,standingintheirfrontdooryardsreadytoanswerquestions。 WhenhegottoDunstan,sayshe,’FortheLord’ssake,whatkindofavillageisthatI’vejustwentthrough? Bethey_all_foolsthere?’ \"HogsheadwasscairttodeathwheneverhecometoseeLovice。 Onenight,whenhe’dbeenthereonce,andshe’dhid,asshealwaysdone,hecomebackasecondtime,andshewenttothedoor,notmistrustingitwashim。’Didyouforgetanything?’ saysshe,sparklingoutathimthroughalittlecrack。 Hewasalltakenabackbyseeingher,andhestammeredout,’Yes,Iforgotmyhan’k’chief;butitdon’tmakenoodds,forIdidn’tpayoutbutfifteencentsforittwoyearago,andIdon’tmakenouseofit’ceptinstowipemynoseon。’ Howwedidlaughoverthat!Well,hehadaconvictionofsinprettysoonafterwards,andp’r’apsithelpedhisheadsome; atanyratehequitfarming,andbecomeaBullockitepreacher。 \"Itseemsodd,whenLovicewa’n’taperfessorherself,sheshouldhavedrawedthemostpiousyoungmeninthevillage,butshedid:shehadgoodOrthodoxbeaux,FreeandCloseBaptists,MilleritesandAdventists,allonherstringtogether; sheevenhadoneCochranite,thoughthesecthadmostlydiedout。 ButwhenReubenGrangercomehome,afull-feathered-outminister,heseemedtostrikeherfancyasheneverhadbefore,thoughtheywerealwaysgoodfriendsfromchildren。Hehadlighthairandblueeyesandfairskin(hisbusinessbeingundercoverkep’ himbleachedout),andheandLoveymadetheprettiestcoupleyoueversee;forshewasdarkcomplected,andhercheeksnootherwaysthanscarlitthewholedurin’time。Shehadachangeofheartthatwinter;infactshehadtwoof’em,forshechangedhersforReuben’s,andfoundahopeatthesametime。 ’Twasagoodhonestconversion,too,thoughshedidsaytomeshewasafraidthatifReubenhadn’ttaughtherwhatlovewasormightbe,she’dneverhavefoundoutenoughaboutittoloveGodasshe’doughtto。 \"There,I’vebegunbothroses,andhersis’boutfinished。 Isha’n’thavemore’nenoughwhitealapaca。It’sluckythemothssparedonebreadthoftheweddingdresses; wewasmarriedonthesameday,youknow,anddressedjustalike。 Jotwa’n’tquitereadytobemarried,forhewa’n’tanymoreforehanded’boutthatthanhewas’boutotherthings; butItoldhimLoveyandIhadkeptupwitheachotherfromthestart,andhe’dgottofallintolineordropouto’ thepercession。——Nowwhatnext?\" \"Wasn’tthereanybodyattheweddingbutyouandLovice?\" askedPriscilla,withanamusedsmile。 \"Land,yes!Themeeting-housewascramjamfull。Oh,tobesure! Iknowwhatyou’redrivingat!Well,IhavetolaughtothinkIshouldhaveforgotthehusbands!They’llhavetobeworkedintothestory,certain;butit’llbeconsid’ableofachore,forIcan’tmakeflowersoutofcoatandpantsstuff,andthereain’tanymoreflowersonthisbranchanyway。\" Diademasatforafewminutesinraptthought,andthenmadeasuddeninspireddashupstairs,whereMissHollispresentlyheardherrummaginginanoldchest。 Shesooncamedown,triumphant。 \"Wa’n’titaprovidenceIsavedJot’sandReuben’sweddingties! Andheretheyare,——oneyellowandgreenmixed,andonebrown。 DoyouknowwhatI’mgoingtodo?I’mgoingtodrawinabutterflyhoveringoverthemtworoses,andmakeitoutoftheneckties,—— greenwithbrownspots。That’llbringinthehusbands;andland! Iwouldn’thaveeitherof’emknowitfortheworld。I’lltakeapatternofthatlunarmothyoupinnedonthecurtainyesterday。\" MissHollissmiledinspiteofherself。\"Youhavesomeveryingeniousideasandsomeveryprettythoughts,Mrs。Bascom,doyouknowit?\" \"It’sthefirsttimeIeverheardtellofit,\" saidDiademacheerfully。\"Loveywasthepretty-spoken,pretty-appearingone;Iwasalwaysplainandpractical。WhileIthinkofit,I’lldrawinalittlemiteofthisredintomycarnationpink。 ItwasaredscarfReubenbroughtLoveyfromPortland。 Itwasthefirstthingheevergiveher,andauntHittysaidifoneoftheAbelGrangersgiveawayanythingthatcostmoney,itmeantbusiness。Thatwasallfol-de-rol,forthereneverwasamoreliberalhusband,thoughhewasapoorminister; butthentheyalways_are_poor,withoutthey’rerich; theredon’tseemtobeanyhalfwayinministers。 \"Wewasbothluckythatway。Thereain’tastingyboneinJotBascom’sbody。Hedon’tmakemuchmoney,butwhathedoesmakegoesintothebureaudrawer,andtheonethatneedsitmosttakesitout。 HeneverasksmewhatIdonewiththelastfivecentshegiveme。 You’veneverbeenmarriedMissHollis,andyouain’tengaged,soyoudon’tknowmuchaboutit;butItellyouthere’saheapo’ foolishnesstalkedabouthusbands。Ifyougettheoneyoulikeyourself,Idon’tknowasitmattersifalltheotherwomenfolksintowndon’thappentolikehimaswellasyoudo;theyain’tcalledontodothat。 Theyseethefaceheturnstothem,nottheoneheturnstoyou。 Jotain’taverygoodprovider,norheain’tamanthat’smuchuseroundafarm,buthe’ssuchafav’riteIcan’tblamehim。 There’sonething:whenhedoescomehomehe’sgotsomethingtosay,andhe’salwaysaslivelyasacricket,andsmilingasabasketofchips。 Ilikeamanthat’sgoodcomp’ny,evenifheain’tsoforehanded。 Thereain’tanythingspeciallylovableaboutforehandedness,whenyoucometothat。Ishouldn’teverfeeldrawedtoamanbecausehewasontimewithhiswork。He’sgotsuchpleasantways,Jothas! Theotherafternoonhedidn’tgethomeearlyenoughtomilk; andafterIdonethetwocows,Isplitthekindlingandbroughtinthewood,forIknewhe’dwanttogotothetavernandtelltheboys’bouttherobberyuptoBoylston。Thereain’tanybodybutJotinthisvillagethathaswitenoughtofindoutwhat’sgoingon,andtellitinanint’restingwayroundthetavernfire。 Andhecandoitwithoutbeingfullofcider,too;hedon’tneedanyapplejuicetolimber_his_tongue! \"Well,whenhecomein,heseethepailsofmilk,andthefullwood-box,andthesupperlaidoutunderthescreenclothonthekitchentable,andhecomeuptomeatthesink,andsayshe,’Diademy,you’rethebestwifeinthiscounty,andthebrightestjewelinmycrown,——that’swhat_you_are!’ (HegotthatideaoutofaduethesingswithAlmiryBerry。) NowI’dliketoknowwhetherthatain’tpleasanterthan’tistohaveamandoalltheshed’n’barnworkupsmart,andthensetroundthestovelookingasdolefulasalastyear’sbird’snest?Takemyadvice,MissHollis: getagoodproviderifyoucan,butanyhowtrytofindyouahusbandthat’llkeeponcourtingalittlenowandthen,whenheain’ttoobusy;itsmoothsthingsconsid’ableroundthehouse。 \"There,Igotsoint’restedinwhatIwassaying,I’vewentonandfinishedthecarnation,andsomeofthestem,too。 Nowwhatcomesnext?Why,thethingthathappenednext,ofcourse,andthatwaslittleJot。 \"I’llworkinabudonmyroseandoneonLovey’s,andmybud’llbemadeofJot’sfirsttrousers。Thegoodsain’tveryappropriateforarosebud,butit’llhavetodo,fortheideeisthemostimportantthinginthisrug。 WhenIputhimintopants,Ihadn’tanyclothinthehouse,anditwassuchbadgoingJotcouldn’tgettoWarehamtobuymeanything;soImade’emoutofanoldgraycashmereskirt,andlined’emwithflannel。\" \"Budsaregenerallythesamecolorastheroses,aren’tthey?\"venturedPriscilla。 \"Idon’tcareiftheybe,\"saidDiademaobstinately。 \"What’stohenderthisbud’sbein’graftedon?Mrs。GrangerwasasblackasanInjun,butthelittleGrangerchildrenwereallred-headed,fortheytookaftertheirfather。 ButIdon’tknow;you’vekindo’gotmeouto’conceitwithit。 Is’poseIcouldhavetakenapieceofhisbabyblanket; butthemothsneveretamiteo’that,andit’stoogoodtocutup。 There’sonethingIcando:Icanmakethebudupwithalongstem,andhaveitgrowingrightupalongsideofmine,——wouldyou?\" \"No,itmustbestalkofyourstalk,boneofyourbone,fleshofyourflesh,sotospeak。Iagreewithyou,theideaisthefirstthing。Besides,thegrayisaverylightshade,andIdaresayitwilllooklikeabluishwhite。\" \"I’lltryitandsee,butIwishtothelandthemoths_had_eatthepinning-blanket,andthenIcouldhaveusedit。 Loveyworkedthescallopsontheaidgeforme。 Mygrief!whatint’restshetookinmybabyclothes! LittleJotwasbornatThanksgivingtime,andshecomeoverfromSkowhegan,whereReubenwassettledpastorofhisfirstchurch。 Ishallneverforgetthemtwoweekstothelastdayofmylife。 Therewasdeepsnowontheground。Ihadthatchamberthere,withthedooropeningintothesetting-room。MotherandfatherBascomkep’outinthedining-roomandkitchen,wheretheworkwasgoingon,andLoveyandthebabyandmehadthefrontpartofthehousetoourselves,withJotcominginontiptoe,heapingupwoodinthefireplaceso’the’mostroastedusout。 Hedon’tforgethischoresintimeo’sickness。 \"Inevertooksomuchcomfortinallmydays。 JotgotoneoftheBillingsgirlstocomeoverandhelpinthehousework,so’tIcouldlayeasy’slongasI wantedto;andIneverhadsucharestbeforenorsince。 Thereain’tanyheaveninthebooko’Revelationsthat’sanybetterthanthemtwoweekswas。Iusedtolayquietinmygoodfeatherbed,fingeringthepatternofmybestcrochetquilt,andlookingatthefire-lightshiningonLoveyandthebaby。 She’dhardlyleavehiminthecradleaminute。WhenIdidn’twanthiminbedwithme,she’dhavehiminherlap。 Babiesarecommonenoughtomostfolks,butLoveywasdiff’rent。 She’dneverhadanyexperiencewithchildren,either,forwewastheyoungestinourfamily;anditwa’n’tlongbeforewecomenearbeingtheoldest,too,formotherburiedsevenofusbeforeshewentherself。Anyway,Ineversawnobodyelselookasshedonewhensheheldmybaby。 Idon’tmeannothingblasphemiouswhenIsay’twasforalltheworldlikeyourphotographofMary,themotherofJesus。 \"Thenightscomeinearly,soitwas’mostdarkatfouro’clock。Thelittlechamberwassopeaceful! IcouldhearJotrattlingthemilk-pails,butI’ddrawadeepbreatho’comfort,forIknewthemilkwouldbestrainedandsetawaywithoutmysteppingfoottothefloor。 Loveyusedtosetbythefire,withatallcandleonthelight-standbehindher,andalittlewhiteknitcapeoverhershoulders。 Shehadthepinkestcheeks,andthelongesteyelashes,andamouthlikealittleredbuttonhole;andwhenshebentoverthebaby,andsungtohim,——thoughhisearswa’n’topen,Iguessforhiseyeswa’n’t,——thetearso’joyusedtoraindownmycheeks。 Itwaspennyrialhymnssheusedtosingmostly,andtheoneI rememberbestwas\"’Daniel’swisdommayIknow,Stephen’sfaithandspiritshow; John’sdivinecommunionfeel,Moses’meekness,Joshua’szeal,RunliketheunweariedPaul,Winthedayandconquerall。 \"’Mary’slovemayIpossess,Lydia’stender-heartedness,Peter’sferventspiritfeel,James’sfaithbyworksreveal,LikeyoungTimothymayI Everysinfulpassionfly。’ \"’OhDiademy,’she’dsay,’youwasalwaysthebest,andit’snothingmore’nrightthebabyshouldhavecometoyou。 P’r’apsGodwillthinkI’mgoodenoughsometime;andifhedoes,Diademy,I’llofferupasacrificeeverymorningandeveryevening。 ButI’mafraid,’saysshe,’hethinksIcan’tstandanymorehappiness,andbeafaithfulfollowerofthecross。TheBiblesayswe’vegottowadethroughfieryfloodsbeforewecanenterthekingdom。 Idon’thardlyknowhowReubenandIaregoingtofindanywaytowadethrough;we’rebothsohappy,they’dhavetobeconsid’ablehotbeforewetooknotice,’saysshe,withthedimplesallbreakingoutinhercheeks。 \"Andthatwastrueasgospel。ShethoughteverythingReubendonewasjustright,andhethoughteverythingshedonewasjustright。 Therewa’n’tnobodyelse;theworldwasallReuben’n’allLoveytothem。 IfyoucouldhaveseenherwhenshewaslookingforhimtocomefromSkowhegan!Sheusedtowatchattheatticwindow;andwhensheseenhimatthefootofthehillshe’duplikeasquirrel,andrundowntheroadwithoutstoppingforanythingbuttothrowashawloverherhead。 AndReubenwouldketchherupasifshewasachild,andscoldherfornotputtingahaton,andtakeherunderhiscoatcomingupthehill。 Theywasasightfortheneighbors,Imustconfess,butitwa’n’toneyoucouldhardlydisapproveof,neither。AuntHittysaiditwastemptingProvidenceandcouldn’tlast,andGodwouldvisithiswrathon’emformakingidolsofsinfulhumanflesh。 \"Shewasrightoneway,——itdidn’tlast;butnobodycantellmeGodwaspunishingof’emforbeingtoohappy。 Iguesshe’ain’tgotnoobjectiontofolksbeinghappyherebelow,iftheydon’tforgetitain’tthewholestory。 \"Well,ImustmarkinabudonLovey’sstalknow,andI’mgoingtomakeitofherbaby’slongwhitecloak。 Iearnedthemoneyforitmyself,makingcoats,andputfouryardsofthefinestcashmereintoit;forthreeyearsafterlittleJotwasbornIwentovertoSkowhegantohelpLoveythroughhertimeo’trial。Timeo’trial!IthoughtI washappy,butIdidn’tknowhowtobeashappyasLoveydid; Iwa’n’tmadeonthatpattern。 \"WhenIfirstshowedherthebaby(itwasaboy,sameasmine),hereyesshoneliketwoeveningstars。 Sheheldupherweakarms,andgatheredthelittlebundleo’ warmflanneninto’em;andwhenshegotitclosesheshuthereyesandmovedherlips,andIknewshewastakingherlambtothealtarandofferingitupasasacrifice。 ThenReubencomein。Iseenhimgiveonelookatthetwodarkheadslayingclosetogetheronthewhitepiller,andthengodownonhiskneesbythesideofthebed。 ’Twa’n’tnoplaceforme;Iwentoff,andleft’emtogether。 Wedidn’tmistrustitthen,buttheyonlyhadthreedaysmoreofhappiness,andI’mgladIgive’emeveryminute。\" TheroomgrewduskyastwilightstolegentlyoverthehillsofPleasantRiver。Priscilla’sliptrembled; Diadema’stearsfellthickandfastonthewhiterosebud,andshehadtokeepwipinghereyesasshefollowedthepattern。 \"Iain’tsaidasmuchasthisaboutitforfiveyears,\"shewenton,withatell-talequiverinhervoice,\"butnowI’vegotgoingIcan’tstop。 I’llhavetogettheweightouto’myheartsomehow。 \"ThreedaysafterIputLovey’sbabyintoherarmstheLordcalledherhome。’WhenIprayedsohardforthislittlenewlife,Reuben,’sayssheholdingthebabyasifshecouldneverletitgo,’Ididn’tthinkI’dgottogiveupmyowninplaceofit; butit’sthefirstfieryfloodwe’vehad,dear,andthoughitburnstomyfeetI’lltreaditasbraveasIknowhow。’ \"Shedidn’tspeakawordafterthat;shejustfadedawaylikeasnowdrop,hourbyhour。AndReubenandIstaredatoneanotherinthefaceasifwewasdeadinsteadofher,andwewentaboutthathouseo’mourninglikesleep-walkersfordaysandsays,notknowingwhetherweetorslept,orwhatwedone。 \"Asforthebaby,thepoorlittlemitedidn’tlivemanyhoursafteritsmother,andweburied’emtogether。 ReubenandIknewwhatLoveywouldhaveliked。Shegaveherlifeforthebaby’s,anditwasauselesssacrifice,afterall。 No,itwa’n’tneither;it_could_n’thavebeen! Youneedn’ttellmeGod’llletsuchsacrificesasthatcomeoutuseless!Butanyhow,wehadonecoffinfor’emboth,andIopenedLovey’sarmsandlaidthebabyin’em。 WhenReubenandItookourlastlook,wethoughtsheseemedmore’neverlikeMary,themotherofJesus。 Thereneverwasanotherlikeher,andthereneverwillbe。 ’Nonesuch,’Reubenusedtocallher。\" Therewassilenceintheroom,brokenonlybythetickingoftheoldclockandthetinkleofadistantcowbell。 Priscillamadeanimpetuousmovement,flungherselfdownbythebasketofrags,andburiedherheadinDiadema’sginghamapron。 \"DearMrs。Bascom,don’tcry。I’msorry,asthechildrensay。\" \"No,Iwon’tmore’naminute。Jotcan’tstandittoseemegiveway。Yougoandtouchamatchtothekitchenfire,so’tthekettlewillbeboiling,andI’llhaveaminutetomyself。 Idon’tknowwhattheneighborswouldthinktoketchmecryingovermydrawing-inframe;butthespell’sovernow,or’boutover,andwhenI canmusterupcourageI’lltaketherestofthebaby’scloakandputaborderofwhiteeverlastingsroundtheoutsideoftherug。 I’llalwaysmeanthebaby’sbirthandLovey’sdeathtome; buttheflowerswillremindmeit’slifeeverlastingforbothof’em,andsoit’sthemostcomfortingendIcanthinkof。\" Itwasindeedabeautifulrugwhenitwasfinishedandlaidinfrontofthesofainthefore-room。Diademawasverychoiceofit。 Whencompanywasexpectedsheremoveditfromitsaccustomedplace,andspreaditinacorneroftheroomwherenoprofanefootcouldpossiblytreadonit。Unexpectedcallersweremanagedbyadifferentmethod。 Iftheyseatedthemselvesonthesofa,shewouldfeartheydidnot\"seteasy\" or\"restcomfortable\"there,andsuggesttheirmovingtothestuffedchairbythewindow。TheneighborsthoughtthissolicitudemerelyanothersignofDiadema’s\"p’isonneatness,\"excusableinthiscaseastherewassomuchwhiteinthenewrug。 Thefore-roomblindswereordinarilyclosed,andthechillnessofdeathpervadedthesacredapartment;butongreatoccasions,whenthesunwasallowedtopenetratethethirty-twotinypanesofglassineachwindow,andablazewaslightedinthefire-place,MissHolliswouldlookinasshewentupstairs,andmuseamomentoverthepatheticlittleromanceofrags,thestoryoftwolivesworkedintoabouquetofold-fashionedposies,whosegaytintswerebroughtoutbyasettingofsombrethreads。 Existencehadgonesoquietlyinthisremotecorneroftheworldthatallitsimportantevents,babyhood,childhood,betrothal,marriage,motherhood,withalltheirmysteriesofloveandlifeanddeath,werechronicledinthisnarrowspacenottwoyardssquare。 Diademacameinbehindthelittleschool-teacheroneafternoon。 \"Ical’late,\"shesaid,\"thatbeingkep’inadarkroom,andneverbeingtreadon,itwilllastlonger’nIdo。Ifitdoes,Priscilla,youknowthatwhitecrepeshawlofmineIweartomeetinghotSundays: thatwouldmakeasecondrowofeverlastingsroundtheborder。 Youcouldpieceouttheliningsgoodandsmoothontheunderside,drawinthewhiteflowers,andfill’emroundwithblacktoset’emoff。 Therugwouldbehan’somerthaneverthen,andthestory—— wouldbefinished。\" ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- AVILLAGESTRADIVARIUS。 I。 \"Goodfellow,Puckandgoblins,Knowmorethananybook。 Downwithyourdolefulproblems,Andcourtthesunnybrook。 Thesouth-windsarequick-witted,Theschoolsaresadandslow,ThemastersquiteomittedThelorewecaretoknow。\" Emerson’s_April。_ \"Findthe317thpage,Davy,andbeginatthetopoftheright-handcolumn。\" Theboyturnedtheleavesoftheoldinstructionbookobediently,andthenbegantoreadinasing-song,monotonoustone:—— \"’OneofPag-pag’\"—— \"Pag-a-ni-ni’s。\" \"’OneofPaggernyner’s’(Iwishallthefellersinyourstoriesdidn’thavesuchtougholdnames!)’mostdis-as-ter-oustriumphshehadwhenplayingatLordHolland’s。’(WhowasLordHolland,uncleTony?)’Someoneaskedhimtoim-pro-viseontheviolinthestoryofasonwhokillshisfather,runsa-way,becomesahighway-man,fallsinlovewithagirlwhowillnotlistentohim; soheleadshertoawildcountrysite,suddenlyjumpingwithherfromarockintoana-b-y-double-s’\"—— \"Abyss。\" \"’——a——rock——into——an——abyss,weretheydisappearforever。 Paggernynerlistenedquietly,andwhenthestorywasatanendheaskedthatallthelightsshouldbedistinguished。’\" \"Lookcloser,Davy。\" \"’Shouldbeextinguished。Hethenbeganplaying,andsoterriblewasthemusicalin-ter-pre-ta-tionoftheideawhichhadbeengivenhimthatseveraloftheladiesfainted,andthesal-salon-s_a_lon,whenrelighted,lookedlikeabattle-field。’Cracky!Wouldn’tyouliketohavebeenthere,uncleTony? ButIdon’tbelieveanybodyeverplayedthatway,doyou?\" \"Yes,\"saidthelistener,dreamilyraisinghissightlesseyestotheelm-treethatgrewbythekitchendoor。\"Ibelieveit,andIcanhearitmyselfwhenyoureadthestorytome。 Ifeelthatthesecretofeverythingintheworldthatisbeautiful,ortrue,orterrible,ishiddeninthestringsofmyviolin,Davy,butonlyamastercandrawitfromcaptivity。\" \"Youmakestoriesonyourviolin,too,uncleTony,eveniftheladiesdon’tfaintawayinheaps,andifthekitchendoesn’tlooklikeabattle-fieldwhenyou’vefinished。 I’mgladitdoesn’t,formypart,forIshouldhavemorehouseworktodothanever。\" \"PoorDavy!youcouldn’thatehouseworkanyworseifyouwereawoman; butitisalldoneforto-day。Nowpaintmeoneofyourpictures,laddie; makemeseewithyoureyes。\" Theboyputdownthebookandleapedoutoftheopendoor,barelytouchingtheoldmillstonethatservedforastep。 Takingastandinthewell-wornpath,herestedhishandsonhiships,sweptthelandscapewiththeglanceofaneagle,andbeganlikeayoungimprovisator:—— \"ThesunisjustdroppingbehindBrigadierHill。\" \"Whatcolorisit?\" \"Redasfire,andthereisn’tanythingnearit,——it’salmostaloneinthesky;there’sonlyteentylittlewhitefeathercloudshereandthere。 Thebridgelooksasifitwasasilverstringtyingthetwosidesoftherivertogether。Thewaterispinkwherethesunshinesintoit。 Alltheleavesofthetreesarekindofswimmingintheredlight,—— Itellyou,nunky,justasifIwaslookingthroughredglass。 TheweathervaneonSquireBean’sbarndazzlessotheroosterseemstobeshootinggoldarrowsintotheriver。IcanseethetiptopofMountWashingtonwherethepeakofitssnow-captouchesthepinksky。 Thehen-housedoorisopen。Thechickensareallontheirroost,withtheirheadscuddledundertheirwings。\" \"Didyoufeedthem?\" Theboyclappedhishandoverhismouthwithacomicalgestureofpenitence,anddashedintotheshedforapanfulofcorn,whichhescatteredovertheground,enticingthesleepyfowlsbyinsinuatingcallsof\"Chick,chick,chick,chick!\"_Come,_biddy,biddy,biddy,biddy! _Come,_chick,chick,chick,chick,chick!\" Themaninthedoorwaysmiledasoverthemisdemeanorofsomebodyverydearandlovable,andrisingfromhischairfelthiswaytoacornershelf,tookdownabox,anddrewfromitaviolinswathedinasilkbag。 Heremovedthecoveringwithreverentialhands。Thetendernessofthefacewaslikethatofayoungmotherdressingorundressingherchild。 Ashefingeredtheinstrumenthishandsseemedtohavebecomealleyes。 Theywanderedcaressinglyoverthepolishedsurfaceasifenamoredoftheperfectthingthattheyhadcreated,lingeringhereandtherewithrapturoustendernessonsomespecialbeauty,——thegracefularchoftheneck,themeltingcurvesofthecheeks,thedeliciousswellofthebreasts。 Whenhehadsatisfiedhimselfforthemoment,hetookthebow,andliftingtheviolinunderhischin,inclinedhisheadfondlytowarditandbegantoplay。 Thetuneatfirstseemedmuffled,buthadacuriousbite,thatbeganindistantechoes,butafterafewminutes’theplayinggrewfirmerandclearer,ringingoutatlastwithvelvetyrichnessandstrengthuntiltheatmospherewassatiatedwithharmony。 Nomoreetherealnoteeverflewoutofabird’sthroatthanAnthonyCroftsetfreefromthisviolin,his_liebling_,his\"swansong,\" madeintheyearhehadlosthiseyesight。 AnthonyCrofthadbeentheonlysonofhismother,andsheawidow。 HisboyhoodhadbeenexactlylikethatofalltheotherboysinEdgewood,savethathehatedschoolatriflemore,ifpossible,thananyoftheothers;thoughtherewasaunanimityofaversioninthismatterthatsurprisedandwoundedteachersandparents。 Theschoolwastheordinary\"deestrick\"schoolofthattime;therewerenotenoughscholarsforwhatCyseHigginscalleda\"degraded\"school。 ThedifferencebetweenAnthonyandtheotherboyslayinthereasonaswellasthedegreeofhisabhorrence。 Hehadcomeintotheworldanaked,starvinghumansoul;helongedtoclothehimself,andhewashungryandeverhungrierforknowledge; butneverwithinthefourwallsofthevillageschoolhousecouldhegetholdofonefactthatwouldyieldhimitssecretsense,oneglimpseofclearlightthatwouldshineinuponthe\"darknesswhichmaybefelt\" inhismind,onethoughtorwordthatwouldfeedhissoul。 Theonlyplacewherehislongingswereeverstilled,whereheseemedatpeacewithhimself,whereheunderstoodwhathewasmadefor,wasoutofdoorsinthewoods。 Whenheshouldhavebeenporingoverthesweet,palpitatingmysteriesofthemultiplicationtable,hisvagrantgazewasalwaysontheopenwindownearwhichhesat。 Hecouldneverstudywhenaflybuzzedonthewindow-pane; hewasalwaysstandingonthetoesofhisbarefeet,tryingtolocateandunderstandthebuzzthatpuzzledhim。 Thebookwasamute,soullessthingthathadnorelationtohisinnerworldofthoughtandfeeling。Heturnedeverfromthedeadseven-times-sixtothemysteryoflifeabouthim。 Hewasneveraspecialfavoritewithhisteachers;thatwasscarcelytobeexpected。Inhisveryearlyyears,hispocketsweregonethroughwitheverymorningwhenheenteredtheschooldoor,andthecontents,whenconfiscated,wouldcompriseajew’s-harp,abitofcatgut,screwswhittledoutofwood,tacks,spools,pins,andthelike。 Butwhenrobbedofallthesehecouldgenerallysecreteapieceofelastic,which,whenputbetweenhisteethandstretchedtoitsutmostcapacity,wouldyieldadelightfultwangwhenplayeduponwiththeforefinger。 Hecouldalsofashionaninterestingmusicalinstrumentinhisdeskbymeansofspoolsandcatgutandbitsofbrokenglass。Thechiefjoyofhislifewasanoldtuning-forkthattheteacherofthesingingschoolhadgivenhim,but,owingtothedegradingandarbitrarycensorshipofpocketsthatprevailed,heneverdaredbringitintotheschoolroom。Therewereways,however,ofevadinginexorablelawandcircumventingbaseinjustice。 Hehidthepreciousthingunderathistlejustoutsidethewindow。 Theteacherhadsometimesabriefseasonofapathyonhotafternoons,whenshewashearingtheprimerclassread,\"_Iseeapig。Thepigisbig。 Thebigpigcandig;_\"whichstirringinphraseswerealwayspunctuatedbythesnoresoftheHanksbaby,whokeptsinkingdownonhisfatlittlelegsinthelineandgivingwaytoslumberduringthelesson。 AtsuchamomentAnthonyslippedoutofthewindowandsnappedthetuning-forkseveraltimes,——justenoughtosavehissoulfromdeath,—— andthenslippedinagain。Hewascaughtoccasionally,butnotoften; andevenwhenhewas,thereweremitigatingcircumstances,forhewasgenerallyputundertheteacher’sdeskforpunishment。 Itwasadark,close,sultryspot,butwhenhewaswellseated,andhadgrowntiedoflookingatthetriangleofelasticintheteacher’scongressboot,andtiredofwishingitwashisinsteadofhers,hewouldtieoneendofabitofthreadtothebuttonofhisginghamshirt,and,carryingitroundhisleftearseveraltimes,makebelievehewasPaganinilanguishinginprisonandplayingonaviolinwithasinglestring。 Ashegrewoldertherewasnomarkedimprovement,andTonyCroftwasbygeneralassentcountedthelaziestboyinthevillage。 Thathewaslazyincertainmattersmerelybecausehewasinafrenzyofindustrytopursuecertainothershadnothingtodowiththecase,ofcourse。 Ifanyonehadevergivenhimataskinwhichhecouldhaveseencauseworkingtoeffect,inwhichhecouldhavefoundbypersonalexperimentasinglefactthatbelongedtohim,hisownbydivinerightofdiscovery,hewouldhavecountedlabororstudyalljoy。 HewasoneincarnateWhyandHow,onebroodingwonderandinterrogationpoint。\"Whydoesthesundriveawaythestars? Whydotheleavesturnredandgold?Whatmakestheseedswellintheearth? >Fromwhencecomesthelifehiddenintheeggunderthebird’sbreast? Whatholdsthemooninthesky?Whoregulateshershining? Whomovesthewind?Whomademe,andwhatamI?Who,why,howwhither? IfIcamefromGodbutonlylately,teachmehislessonsfirst,putmeintovitalrelationwithlifeandlaw,andthengivemeyourdeadsignsandequivalentsforrealthings,thatImaylearnmoreandmore,andevermoreandevermore。\" TherewasnospiritinEdgewoodboldenoughtoconceivethatTonylearnedanythinginthewoods,butastherewasneversufficientschoolmoneytokeepthevillageseatoflearningopenmorethanhalftheyeartheboyeducatedhimselfatthefountainheadofwisdom,andknowledgeoftheotherhalf。 Hismother,whoownedhimforaducklinghatchedfromahen’segg,andwasneverquitesurehewouldnotturnoutablacksheepandacrookedsticktoboot,wasobligedtoconfessthatTonyhadmoreuselessinformationthananyboyinthevillage。 HeknewjustwheretofindthefirstMayflowers,andwouldbringhomethewaxenbeautieswhenotherpeoplehadscarcelybeguntothinkaboutthespring。Hecouldtellwheretolookfortherarefringedgentian,theyellowviolet,theIndianpipe。 TherewerecleftsintherocksoftheIndianCellarwhere,wheneveryoneelsefailed,hecouldfindharebellsandcolumbines。 Whenhistasksweredone,andtheotherboyswereamusingthemselveseachinhisownway,youwouldfindTonylyingflatonthepineneedlesinthewoods,listeningtothenotesofthewildbirds,andimitatingthempatiently,tilyoucouldscarcelytellwhichwasboyandwhichwasbird;andifyoucould,thebirdscouldn’t,formanyatimehecoaxedthebobolinksandthrushestoperchonthelowboughsabovehisheadandchirptohimasifhewereafeatheredbrother。Therewasnothingaboutthebuildingofnestswithwhichhewasnotfamiliar。 Hecouldhavetakenholdandhelpedifthebirdshadnotbeensoshy,andifhehadhadbeakandclawinsteadofclumsyfingers。 Hewouldsitnearabeehiveforhourswithoutmoving,orlieproneinthesandyroad,underthefullglareofthesun,watchingtheantsactingouttheirhumancomedy; sometimessurroundingafavoritehillwithstones,thatthecomedymightnotbeturnedintoatragedybyacarelessfootfall。 Thecottageontheriverroadgrewmoreandmoretoresembleamuseumandherbariumastheyearswentby,andtheWidowCroft’sweeklyhouse-cleaningwasamatterthatcalledfortheexerciseofChristiangrace。 Still,Tonywasagoodson,affectionate,considerate,andobedient。 Hismotherhadnoideathathewouldeverbeable,orindeedwilling,tomakealiving;buttherewasaforestofyoungtimbergrowingup,asmallhayfarmtodependupon,andalittlehoardthatwouldkeephimoutofthepoorhousewhenshediedandlefthimtohisowndevices。 Itneveroccurredtoherthathewasinanywayremarkable。 Ifheweredifficulttounderstand,itreflectedmoreuponhiseccentricitythanuponherdensity。Whatwasawomantodowithaboyoftwelvewho,whensheurgedhimtodroptheoldguitarhewastakingapartandhurryofftoschool,cried,\"Oh,mother!whenthereissomuchtolearninthisworld,itiswicked,wickedtowastetimeinschool。\" AboutthisperiodTonyspenthoursintheatticarrangingbottlesandtumblersintoamusicalscale。 Healsoinventedaninstrumentmadeofsmallandgreat,longandshortpins,drivenintosoftboardtodifferentdepths,andwhenthewidowpassedhisdooronthewaytobedsheinvariablesawthisbarbaricthinglockeduptotheboy’sbreast,forheoftenplayedhimselftosleepwithit。 Atfifteenhehadtakentopiecesandputtogetheragain,strengthened,soldered,tinkered,mended,andbracedeveryaccordion,guitar,melodeon,dulcimer,andfiddleinEdgewood,PleasantRiver,andtheneighboringvillages。 Therewasalittlemoneytobeearnedinthisway,butverylittle,aspeopleingeneralregardedthis\"tinkering\"asapleasingdiversioninwhichtheycouldindulgehimwithoutdanger。Asanexampleofthisattitude,Dr。Berry’swife’smelodeonhadlosttwostops,thepedalshadseveredconnectionwiththerestoftheworks,itwheezedlikeanasthmatic,andtwoblackkeysweremissing。 Anthonyworkedmorethanaweekonitsrehabilitation,andreceivedinreturnMrs。Berry’spromisethatthedoctorwouldpullatoothforhimsometime!This,ofcourse,wasaguerdonforthefuture,butitseemedpatheticallydistanttotheladwhohadneverhadatoothacheinhislife。 HehadtopleadwithCyseHigginsforaweekbeforethatprudentyoungfarmerwouldallowhimtotouchhisfive-dollarfiddle。 HeobtainedpermissionatlastonlybecausebyofferingtogiveCysehiscalfincasehespoiledtheviolin。\"Thatseemssquare,\" saidCysedoubtfully,\"butafterall,youcan’tplayonacalf!\" \"Neitherwillyourfiddlegivemilk,ifyoukeepitlongenough,\" retortedTony;andthisargumentwasconvincing。 SogreatwashisconfidenceinTony’sskillthatSquireBeantrustedhisfather’sviolintohim,onethathadbeenboughtinBerlinseventyyearsbefore。 Ithadbeenhangingontheatticwallforahalfcentury,sothatthebackwassplitintwain,thesound-postlost,theneckandthetailpiececracked。Theladtookithome,andstudieditfortwowholeeveningsbeforetheopenfire。 Theproblemofrestoringitwasquitebeyondhisabilities。 Hefinallytookthesavingsoftwosummers’\"blueberrymoney\" andwalkedsixteenmilestoPortland,whereheboughtabookcalledThePracticalViolinist。TheSupplementprovedtobeamineofwealth。Eventheheadingsappealedtohisimaginationandintoxicatedhimwiththeirsuggestions,—— OnScraping,Splitting,andRepairingViolins,ViolinPlayers,GreatViolinists,SoloPlaying,etc。;andattheveryendaTreatiseontheConstruction,Preservation,Repair,andImprovementoftheViolin,byJacobAugustusFriedheim,InstrumentMakertotheCourtoftheArchdukeofWeimar。 Therewasagooddealofmoraladviceintheprefacethatsadlypuzzledtheboy,whowasalwaysinaconditionofchronicamazementatthevillagedisapprobationofhisfavoritefiddle。 Thattheviolindidnotinsomewayreceivetheconfidenceenjoyedbyothermusicalinstruments,heperceivedfromvariousparagraphswrittenbytheworthyauthorofThePracticalViolinist,asforexample:—— \"SomeveryexcellentChristianpeopleholdastrongprejudiceagainsttheviolinbecausetheyhavealwaysknownitassociatedwithdancinganddissipation。 Letitbeunderstoodthatyourviolinis’converted,’ andsuchanobligationwillnolongerlieagainstit……Manydelightfulhoursmaybeenjoyedbyayoungman,ifhehasobtainedarespectableknowledgeofhisinstrument,whootherwisewouldfindthetimehangheavyonhishands; or,forwantofsomebetteramusement,wouldfrequentthedangerousanddestructivepathsofviceandberuinedforever……Iaminhopes,therefore,mydearyoungpupil,thatyourviolinwilloccupyyourattentionatjustthoseverytimeswhen,ifyouwereimmoralordissipated,youwouldbeatthegrogshop,gaming-table,oramongviciousfemales。 Suchauseoftheviolin,notwithstandingtheprejudicesmanyholdagainstit,mustcontributetovirtue,andfurnishabundanceofinnocentandentirelyunobjectionableamusement。 ThesearetheviewswithwhichIhopeyouhaveadoptedit,andwillcontinuetocherishandcultivateit。\" II。 \"Thereisnobardinallthechoir,…… Notoneofallcanputinverse,OrtothispresencecouldrehearseThesightsandvoicesravishingTheboyknewonthehillsinspring,WhenpacingthroughtheoaksheheardSharpqueriesofthesentry-bird,Theheavygrouse’ssuddenwhir,Therattleofthekingfisher。\" Emerson’s_Harp。_ Nowbegananeraofinfinitehappiness,ofdaysthatwereneverlongenough,ofeveningswhenbedtimecamealltoosoon。 OhthattherehadbeensomegoodangelwhowouldhavetakeninhandAnthonyCrofttheboy,and,trainingthepowersthatpointedsounmistakablyincertaindirections,giventotheworldthegeniusofAnthonyCroft,potentialinstrumentmakertothecourtofSt。Cecilia; foritwasnotonlythathehadthefingersofawizard;hisearcaughtthefaintestbreathofharmonyorhintofdiscord,as\"Fairyfolka-listeningHeartheseedsproutinthespring,AndformusictotheirdanceHearthehedge-rowswakefromtrance; SapthattremblesintobudsSendinglittlerhythmicfloodsOffairysoundinfairyears。 ThusallbeautythatappearsHasbirthassoundtofinersenseAndlighter-cladintelligence。\" Astheuniverseisallmechanismtooneman,allformandcolortoanother,sotoAnthonyCrofttheworldwasallmelody。 Notwithstandingallthesegiftsandpossibilities,thedoctor’swifeadvisedtheWidowCrofttomakeaplumberofhim,intimatingdelicatelythatthesefreaksofnature,whileplayingnoapparentpartinthedivineeconomy,couldsometimesbemadeself-supporting。 Theseventeenthyearofhislifemarkedadefiniteepochinhisdevelopment。HestudiedJacobFriedheim’streatiseuntilheknewthecharacteristicsofallthegreatviolinmodels,fromtheAmatis,Hieronymus,Antonius,andNicolas,tothoseofStradivarius,Guarnerius,andSteiner。 Itwasinthisyear,also,thathemadeaverypreciousdiscovery。 WhilebrowsingintherubbishinSquireBean’sgarrettoseeifhecouldfindthemissingsound-postoftheoldviolin,hecameuponabilletofwoodwrappedinclothandpaper。 Whenunwrapped,itwasplainlylabeled\"WoodfromtheBeanMapleatPleasantPoint;thebiggestmapleinYorkCounty,andbelievedtobeoneofthebiggestintheStateofMaine。\" AnthonyfoundthattheoldestinhabitantofPleasantRiverrememberedthestumpofthetree,andthattheboysusedtojumpoveritandadmireitsproportionswhenevertheywentfishingatthePoint。 Thewood,therefore,wasperhapseightyorninetyyearsold。 Thesquireagreedwillinglythatitshouldbeusedtomendtheoldviolin,andtoldTonyheshouldhavewhatwasleftforhimself。 When,bycarefulcalculation,hefoundthattheremainderwouldmakeawholeviolin,helaiditreverentlyawayforanothertwentyyears,sothatheshouldbesureithadcompleteditscenturyofpatientwaitingforservice,andfallingonhiskneesbyhisbedsidesaid,\"IthankThee,HeavenlyFather,forthispreciousgift,andIpromisefromthismomenttogatherthemostbeautifulwoodIcanfind,andlayitbywhereitcanbeusedsometimetomakeperfectviolins,sothatifanycreatureaspoorandhelplessasIamneedsthewherewithaltodogoodwork,IshallhavehelpedhimasThouhasthelpedme。\" Andaccordingtohispromisesohedid,andthepiecesofrichlycurledmaple,ofsycamore,andofsprucebegantoaccumulate。 Theywerecutfromthesunnysideofthetrees,injusttherightseasonoftheyear,splitsoastohaveafullinchthicknesstowardsthebark,andaquarterinchtowardstheheart。 TheywerethenlaidforweeksunderoneofthefallsinWineBrook,wherethemusicaltinkle,tinkleofthestreamfellonthewoodalreadywroughtuponbyyearsofsunshineandchorusesofsingingbirds。 Thisboy,toilingnotaloneforhimself,butwithfullandconsciouspurposeforposterityalso,washenotworthytowearthemantleofAntoniusStradivarius? \"Thatplainwhite-apronedmanwhostoodatworkPatientandaccuratefullfourscoreyears,Cherishedhissightandtouchbytemperance,Andsincekeensenseisloveofperfectness,Madeperfectviolins,theneededpathsForinspirationandhighmastery。\" Andasiftheyearwerenotfullenoughofglory,theschool-teachersenthimabookwithawonderfulpoeminit。 Thatsummer’steachinghadbeenthefreakofacollegestudent,whohadgonebacktohissenioryearstrengthenedbyhisexperienceofvillagelife。 AnthonyCroft,whowasonlythreeorfouryearshisjunior,hadbeenhisfavoritepupilandcompanion。 \"HowdoesTonygetalong?\"askedtheWidowCroftwhentheteachercametocall。 \"Tony?Oh,Ican’tteachhimanything。\" Tearssprangtothemother’seyes。 \"Iknowheain’tmuchonbooklearning,\"shesaidapologetically,\"butI’mboundhedon’tmakeyounotroubleindeportment。\" \"Imean,\"saidtheschool-teachergravely,\"thatIcanshowhimhowtoreadalittleLatinanddoalittlegeometry,butheknowsasmuchinonedayasIshalleverknowinayear。\" Tonycrouchedbytheoldfireplaceinthewinterevenings,droppinghisknifeorhiscompassesamomenttoreadaloudtohismother,whosatintheoppositecornerknitting:—— \"OfoldAntonioStradivari,——himWhoagoodquartercenturyandahalfagoPuthistrueworkinthebrowninstrument,AndbytheniceadjustmentofitsframeGaveitresponsivelife,continuousWiththemaster’sfinger-tips,andperfectedLikethembydelicaterectitudeofuse。\" Themotherlistenedwithpainfulintentness。\"Ilikethesoundofit,\" shesaid,\"butIcan’thardlysayItakeinthefullsense。\" \"Whymother,\"saidthelad,inararemomentofself-expression,\"youknowthepoetrysayshecherishedhissightandtouchbytemperance; thatanidiotmightseeastragglinglineandbecontent,buthehadaneyethatwincedatfalsework,andlovedthetrue。 Whenitsayshisfinger-tipswereperfectedbydelicaterectitudeofuse,Ithinkitmeansdoingeverythingasitisdoneinheaven,andthatanybodywhowantstomakeaperfectviolinmustkeephiseyeopentoallthebeautifulthingsGodhasmade,andhisearopentoallthemusichehasputintotheworld,andthenneverlethishandstouchapieceofworkthatiscrookedorstragglingorfalse,till,afteryearsandyearsofrightness,theyarefittomakeaviolinlikethesquire’s,aviolinthatcansayeverything,aviolinthatanangelwouldn’tbeashamedtoplayon。\" Dothesewordsseemlikelyonestofallfromthelipsofaladwhohadbeenatthetailofhisclasseversincehisprimerdays?Well,Anthonywasseventeennow,andhewas\"educated,\"inspiteofsorryrecitations,——educated,theLordknowshow!Yes,inpointoffacttheLorddoesknowhow! Heknowshowthedrillandpressureofthedailytask,stillmorethepresenceofthehighideal,theinspirationworkingfromwithin,howtheseeducateus。 TheblindAnthonyCroftsittinginthekitchendoorwayhadseeminglymissedtheheightsoflifehemighthavetrod,andhadwalkedhiscloseonfiftyyearsthroughlevelmeadowsofmediocrity,awitchineveryfinger-tipwaitingtobesettowork,headamongtheclouds,feetstumbling,eyesandearsopentohearGod’ssecretthought; seeingandhearingit,too,butlackingforcetospeakitforthagain; forwhileimperiousgeniussurmountsallobstacles,brusheslawsandformulasfromitshorizon,andwithitsownfreesoulseesits\"pathandtheoutletsofthesky,\"potentialgeniusforeverneedsanangelofdeliverancetosetitfree。 PoorAnthonyCroft,orblessedAnthonyCroft,Iknownotwhich,—— Godknows!Poorhecertainlywas,yetblessedafterall。 \"OnethingIdo,\"saidPaul。\"OnethingIdo,\"saidAnthony。 Hewasnotabletorealizehisideals,buthehadthe\"angelaim\" bywhichheidealizedhisreals。 OwaitingheartofGod!howsoonwouldthykingdomcomeifwealldidourallottedtasks,humbleorsplendid,inthisconsecratedfashion! III。 \"ThereinIheartheParcaereelThethreadsofmanattheirhummingwheel,Thethreadsoflifeandpowerandpain,Sosweetandmournfulfallsthestrain。\" Emerson’s_Harp。_ OldMrs。Butterfieldhadhadherthirdstrokeofparalysis,anddiedofaSundaynight。Shewasallaloneinherlittlecottageontheriverbank,withnoneighbornearerthanCroft’s,andnobodytherebutablindmanandasmallboy。 Everybodyhadtoldheritwasfoolishtolivealoneinahouseontheriverroad,andeverybodywaspleasedinadiscreetandchastenedfashionofcourse,thatithadturnedoutexactlyastheyhadpredicted。 AuntMehitableTarboxwaswalkinguptoMilliken’sMills,withherlittleblackreticulehangingoverherarm,andnoticingthattherewasnosmokecomingoutofthechimney,andthatthehensweregatheredaboutthekitchendoorclamoringfortheirbreakfast,shethoughtitbesttostopandknock。 Noresponsefollowedtherepeatedblowsfromherhardknuckles。 ShethentappedsmartlyonMrs。Butterfield’sbedroomwindowwithherthimblefinger。Thisprovingofnoavail,shewasobligedtopryopenthekitchenshutter,splitopenamosquitonettingwithhershears,andcrawlintothehouseoverthesink。 Thiswasaconsiderablefeatforasomewhatrheumaticelderlylady,butthisonenevergrudgedtroublewhenshewantedtofindoutanything。 Whenshediscoveredthatherpremonitionswerecorrect,andthatoldMrs。Butterfieldwasindeeddead,hergriefatlosingapleasantacquaintancewaslargelymitigatedbyhersenseofimportanceatbeingfirstonthespot,andchosenbyProvidencetotakecommandofthesituation。 Therewerenorelationsinthevillage;therewasnowomanneighborwithinamile:itwasthereforeherobviousChristiandutynotonlytotakechargeoftheremains,buttoconductsuchafuneralastheremainswouldhavewishedforherself。 ThefortunateVice-Presidentsuddenlycalleduponbydestinytoguidetheshipofstate,thegeneralwhoseesapossibleVictoriaCrossinahazardousengagement,canhaveafaintconceptionofauntHitty’sfeelingonthismomentousoccasion。 Funeralsweretheverybreathofherlife。Therewasnoceremony,eitherofpublicorprivateimport,that,tohermind,approachedafuneralinrealsatisfyinginterest。 Yet,withdistincttalentinthisdirection,shehadalwaysbeen\"cabined,cribbed,confined\"withinhopelesslimitations。 Shehadassistedinasecondarycapacityatfuneralsinthefamiliesofotherpeople,butshewouldhavereveledinpersonallyconductedones。Themembersofherownfamilystubbornlyrefusedtodie,however,eventhedistantconnectionslivingonandontoaridiculousoldage;andiftheyeverdiddie,byreasonofafallingroof,shipwreck,orconflagration,theygenerallydiedinTexasorIowa,orsomeremoteStatewhereauntHittycouldnotfollowthehearseinthefirstcarriage。 Thisblightedambitionwasaheartsorrowofsodeepandsacredacharacterthatshedidnotevenconfessitto\"Si,\"asherappendageofahusbandwascalled。 Nowatlastherchanceforplanningafuneralhadcome。 Mrs。Butterfieldhadnokithorkinsaveherniece,LyddyAnn,wholivedinAndover,orLawrence,orHaverhillMassachusetts,—— auntHittycouldn’trememberwhich,andhopednobodyelsecould。 Theniecewouldbesentforwhentheyfoundoutwhereshelived; meanwhilethefuneralcouldnotbeputoff。 SheglancedroundthehousepreparatorytolockingitupandstartingtonotifyAnthonyCroft。Shewouldjustrunoverandtalktohimaboutorderingthecoffin;thenshecouldattendtoallothernecessarypreliminariesherself。 Theremainshadbeenwell-to-do,andtherewasnooccasionforsordideconomy,soauntHittydeterminedinherownmindtohavethelatestfashionineverything,includingasilvercoffinplate。 TheButterfieldcoffinplateswereathingtobeproudof。 Theyhadbeensacredlypreservedforyearsandyears,andtheentirecollection——numberingnineteeninallhadbeenframed,andadornedthewallsofthedeceasedlady’sbestroom。 Theywerenotofsolidsilver,itistrue,butevensoitwasamatterofdistinctiontohavebelongedtoafamilythatcouldaffordtohavenineteencoffinplatesofanysort。 AuntHittyplannedcertaindramaticdetailsasshewalkedtowntheroadtoCroft’s。Itcametoherinaburstofinspirationthatshewouldhavetwoministers:oneforthelongprayer,andonefortheshortprayerandtheremarks。 ShehopedthatElderWeekswouldbeadequateinthelatterdirection。Sheknewshecouldn’tforthelifeofherthinkofanythinginterestingaboutMrs。Butterfield,savethatshepossessednineteencoffinplates,andbroughtherhenstoEdgewoodeverysummerfortheirhealth;butshehadheardElderWeeksmakeamovingdiscourseoutoflessthanthat。 Tobesure,heneededpriming,butshewasequaltothat。 TherewasIvoryBrown’sfuneral:howwouldthathavegoneonifithadn’tbeenforher?Wasn’ttheeldertenminuteslate,andwhatwouldhisremarkshaveamountedtowithouthersuggestions? Youmightalmostsayshewastheauthorofthediscourse,forshegavehimalltheappropriateideas。Asshehadhelpedhimoutofthewagonshehadsaid:\"Areyouprepared?Ithoughtnot; butthere’snotimetolose。Rememberthereareagedparents; twobrothersliving,onerailroadinginSpokaneFalls,theotherclerkinginWashington,D。C。Don’tmentiontheUniversalists,——there’sbentwointhefam’ly;norinsanity,—— there’sbenoneo’them。Thegirlinthecornerbytheclockistheonethattheremainshasbeenkeepingcomp’nywith。 Ifyoucanmakesomegenteelallusionstoher,it’llbemuchappreciatedbyhisfolks。\" Astothelongprayer,sheknewthattheRev。Mr。FordcouldbereliedontoprayuntilauntBeckyBurnhamshouldtwitchhimbythecoattails。 Shehaddoneitmorethanonce。Shehadalso,ononeoccasion,gotupandstraightenedhisministerialneckerchief,whichhehadgradually\"prayed\"aroundhissaintlyneckuntilitwasbehindtherightear。 TheseplansprovedsofascinatingtoauntHittythatshewalkedquitehalfamilebeyondCroft’s,andwasobligedtoretracehersteps。 Sheconceivedbandsofblackalpacaforthesleevesandhatsofthepallbearers,andafestoonofthesameoverthefrontgate,ifthereshouldbeanyleftover。Sheplannedthesingingbythechoir。 Therehadbeennorealchoir-singingatanyfuneralinEdgewoodsincetheRev。JoshuaBeckwithhaddied。Shewouldaskthemtoopenwith—— Rebelmourner,ceaseyourweepin’。 Youtoomustdie。 Thiswasafavoritefuneralhymn。TheonlydifficultywouldbeinkeepingauntBeckyBurnhamfrompitchingitinakeywherenobodybutasopranoskylark,accustomedtowarbleatagreatheight,couldpossiblysingit。 Itwasgenerallygivenatthegrave,whenElderWeeksofficiated; butitneversatisfiedauntHitty,becausethegoodelderalwayslookedsounpicturesquewhenhethrewaredbandannahandkerchiefoverhisheadbeforebeginningthetwenty-sevenverses。 Afterthelongprayer,shewouldhaveAlmiraBerrygiveforasolo—— Thisgro-o-oanin’world’stoodarkanddre-e-arforthesaints’e-ter-nalrest,Thishymn,ifitdidnotwhollyreconcileonetodeath,enabledonetolookuponlifewithsufficientsolemnity。 Itwasathousandpities,shethought,thattheoldhearsewassoshabbyandrickety,andthatGoolyEldridge,whodroveit,wouldinsistonwearingafadedpeach-blowovercoat。 ItwasexasperatingtothinkofthepublicspiritatEgypt,andcontrastitwiththestateofthingsatPleasantRiver。 InEgypttheyhadsoldtheoldhearsehouseforasausageshop,andnowtheywerehavinghearsesociableseverymonthtoraisemoneyforanewone。 AllthesedetailsflewthroughauntHitty’smindinfascinatingprocession。Thereshouldn’tbe\"ahitch\"anywhere。 Therehadbeenahitchatherlastfuneral,butshehadbeenonlyanassistantthere。MattHendersonhadbeenstruckbylightningatthefootofSquireBean’soldnooningtree,andcertaincircumstancescombinedtomakethefuneraloneofunusualinterest,somuchsothatfatoldMrs。PotterfromDeerwandercreatedasensationatthecemetery。 Shewassoanxioustogetwhereshecouldseeeverythingtothebestadvantagethatshecrowdedtoonearthebier,steppedontheslidingearth,andpitchedintothegrave。 Assheweighedovertwohundredpounds,andwasinapositionofsomedisadvantage,ittookfivementoextricateherfromthedilemma,andtheoperationmadealongandsomewhatawkwardbreakinthereligiousservices。AuntHittyalwayssaidofthiscatastrophe,\"IfI’d’a’benMis’Potter,I’d’a’ bensomortifiedIbelieveI’d’a’said,’Iwa’n’tplannin’ tobeburied,butnowI’minhereIdeclareI’llstop!’\" OldMrs。Butterfield’sfuneralwasnotonlyvotedanentiresuccessbythevillagers,butthesealofprofessionalapprovalwassetuponitbyanundertakerfromSaco,whodeclaredthatMrs。Tarboxcouldmakeahandsomelivinginthefunerallineanywhere。Providence,whoalwaysassiststhosewhoassistthemselves,decreedthatthenieceLyddyAnnshouldnotarriveuntiltheauntwassafelyburied;so,therebeingnonetoresistherrightorgrudgehertheprivilegeauntHitty,forthefirsttimeinherlife,rodeinthenextbuggytothehearse。Si,inhisbestsuit,abroadweedandweepers,droveCyseHiggins’sblackcolt,andauntHittywasdressedindeepmourning,withtheWidowBuzzell’scrapeveiloverherface,andinherhandapalmleaffantiedwithablackribbon。 HercommenttoSi,asshewenttohervirtuouscouchthatnight,was: \"Itwasanawfuldryfuneral,butthatwastheonlyflawinit。 Itwould’a’benperfectifthere’benanybodytoshedtears。 Icomeprettynighitmyself,thoughIain’tnorelation,whenElderWeekssaid,’You’llgoroundthehouse,mysisters,andMis’Butterfieldwon’tbethere;you’llgoint’theorchard,andMis’Butterfieldwon’tbethere;you’llgoint’ thebarnandMis’Butterfieldwon’tbethere;you’llgoint’ theshed,andMis’Butterfieldwon’tbethere;you’llgoint’ thehencoop,andMis’Butterfieldwon’tbethere!’ Thatwould’a’drawedtearsfromastonemost,’speciallysenceMis’ Butterfieldsetsuchstorebyherhens。\" AndthisisthewaythatLyddyButterfieldcameintoherkingdom,alittlelonebrownhouseontheriver’sbrim。 ShehadseenitonlyoncebeforewhenshehaddrivenoutfromPortland,yearsago,withheraunt。Mrs。ButterfieldlivedinPortland,butspenthersummersinEdgewoodonaccountofherchickens。