memoir of fleeming jenkin-第35节
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partner。 When he paid a call; he would have her write 'with love'
upon a card; or if that (at the moment) was too much; he would go
armed with a bouquet and present it in her name。 He even wrote
letters for her to copy and sign: an innocent substitution; which
may have caused surprise to Ruffini or to Vernon Lee; if they ever
received; in the hand of Mrs。 Jenkin the very obvious reflections
of her husband。 He had always adored this wife whom he now tended
and sought to represent in correspondence: it was now; if not
before; her turn to repay the compliment; mind enough was left her
to perceive his unwearied kindness; and as her moral qualities
seemed to survive quite unimpaired; a childish love and gratitude
were his reward。 She would interrupt a conversation to cross the
room and kiss him。 If she grew excited (as she did too often) it
was his habit to come behind her chair and pat her shoulder; and
then she would turn round; and clasp his hand in hers; and look
from him to her visitor with a face of pride and love; and it was
at such moments only that the light of humanity revived in her
eyes。 It was hard for any stranger; it was impossible for any that
loved them; to behold these mute scenes; to recall the past; and
not to weep。 But to the Captain; I think it was all happiness。
After these so long years; he had found his wife again; perhaps
kinder than ever before; perhaps now on a more equal footing;
certainly; to his eyes; still beautiful。 And the call made on his
intelligence had not been made in vain。 The merchants of Aux
Cayes; who had seen him tried in some 'counter…revolution' in 1845;
wrote to the consul of his 'able and decided measures;' 'his cool;
steady judgment and discernment' with admiration; and of himself;
as 'a credit and an ornament to H。 M。 Naval Service。' It is plain
he must have sunk in all his powers; during the years when he was
only a figure; and often a dumb figure; in his wife's drawing…room;
but with this new term of service; he brightened visibly。 He
showed tact and even invention in managing his wife; guiding or
restraining her by the touch; holding family worship so arranged
that she could follow and take part in it。 He took (to the world's
surprise) to reading … voyages; biographies; Blair's SERMONS; even
(for her letter's sake) a work of Vernon Lee's; which proved;
however; more than he was quite prepared for。 He shone more; in
his remarkable way; in society; and twice he had a little holiday
to Glenmorven; where; as may be fancied; he was the delight of the
Highlanders。 One of his last pleasures was to arrange his dining…
room。 Many and many a room (in their wandering and thriftless
existence) had he seen his wife furnish with exquisite taste; and
perhaps with 'considerable luxury': now it was his turn to be the
decorator。 On the wall he had an engraving of Lord Rodney's
action; showing the PROTHEE; his father's ship; if the reader
recollects; on either side of this on brackets; his father's sword;
and his father's telescope; a gift from Admiral Buckner; who had
used it himself during the engagement; higher yet; the head of his
grandson's first stag; portraits of his son and his son's wife; and
a couple of old Windsor jugs from Mrs。 Buckner's。 But his simple
trophy was not yet complete; a device had to be worked and framed
and hung below the engraving; and for this he applied to his
daughter…in…law: 'I want you to work me something; Annie。 An
anchor at each side … an anchor … stands for an old sailor; you
know … stands for hope; you know … an anchor at each side; and in
the middle THANKFUL。' It is not easy; on any system of
punctuation; to represent the Captain's speech。 Yet I hope there
may shine out of these facts; even as there shone through his own
troubled utterance; some of the charm of that delightful spirit。
In 1881; the time of the golden wedding came round for that sad and
pretty household。 It fell on a Good Friday; and its celebration
can scarcely be recalled without both smiles and tears。 The
drawing…room was filled with presents and beautiful bouquets;
these; to Fleeming and his family; the golden bride and bridegroom
displayed with unspeakable pride; she so painfully excited that the
guests feared every moment to see her stricken afresh; he guiding
and moderating her with his customary tact and understanding; and
doing the honours of the day with more than his usual delight。
Thence they were brought to the dining…room; where the Captain's
idea of a feast awaited them: tea and champagne; fruit and toast
and childish little luxuries; set forth pell…mell and pressed at
random on the guests。 And here he must make a speech for himself
and his wife; praising their destiny; their marriage; their son;
their daughter…in…law; their grandchildren; their manifold causes
of gratitude: surely the most innocent speech; the old; sharp
contemner of his innocence now watching him with eyes of
admiration。 Then it was time for the guests to depart; and they
went away; bathed; even to the youngest child; in tears of
inseparable sorrow and gladness; and leaving the golden bride and
bridegroom to their own society and that of the hired nurse。
It was a great thing for Fleeming to make; even thus late; the
acquaintance of his father; but the harrowing pathos of such scenes
consumed him。 In a life of tense intellectual effort; a certain
smoothness of emotional tenor were to be desired; or we burn the
candle at both ends。 Dr。 Bell perceived the evil that was being
done; he pressed Mrs。 Jenkin to restrain her husband from too
frequent visits; but here was one of those clear…cut; indubitable
duties for which Fleeming lived; and he could not pardon even the
suggestion of neglect。
And now; after death had so long visibly but still innocuously
hovered above the family; it began at last to strike and its blows
fell thick and heavy。 The first to go was uncle John Jenkin; taken
at last from his Mexican dwelling and the lost tribes of Israel;
and nothing in this remarkable old gentleman's life; became him
like the leaving of it。 His sterling; jovial acquiescence in man's
destiny was a delight to Fleeming。 'My visit to Stowting has been
a very strange but not at all a painful one;' he wrote。 'In case
you ever wish to make a person die as he ought to die in a novel;'
he said to me; 'I must tell you all about my old uncle。' He was to
see a nearer instance before long; for this family of Jenkin; if
they were not very aptly fitted to live; had the art of manly
dying。 Uncle John was but an outsider after all; he had dropped
out of hail of his nephew's way of life and station in society; and
was more like some shrewd; old; humble friend who should have kept
a lodge; yet he led the procession of becoming deaths; and began in
the mind of Fleeming that train of tender and grateful thought;
which was like a preparation for his own。 Already I find him
writing in the plural of 'these impending deaths'; already I find
him in quest of consolation。 'There is little pain in store for
these wayfarers;' he wrote; 'and we have hope … more than hope;
trust。'
On May 19; 1884; Mr。 Austin was taken。 He was seventy…eight years
of age; suffered sharply with all his old firmness; and died happy
in the knowledge that he had left his wife well cared for。 This
had always been a bosom concern; for the Barrons were long…lived
and he believed that she would long survive him。 But their union
had been so full and quiet that Mrs。 Austin languished under the
separation。 In their last years; they would sit all evening in
their own drawing…room hand in hand: two old people who; for all
their fundamental differences; had yet grown together and become
all the world in each other's eyes and hearts; and it was felt to
be a kind release; when eight months after; on January 14; 1885;
Eliza Barron followed Alfred Austin。 'I wish I could save you from
all pain;' wrote Fleeming six days later to his sorrowing wife; 'I
would if I could … but my way is not God's way; and of this be
assured; … God's way is best。'
In the end of the same month; Captain Jenkin caught cold and was
confined to bed。 He was so unchanged in spirit that at first there
seemed no ground of fear; but his great age began to tell; and
presently it was plain he had a summons。 The charm of his sailor's
cheerfulness and ancient courtesy; as he lay dying; is not to be
described。 There he lay; singing his old sea songs; watching the
poultry from the window with a child's delight; scribbling on the
slate little messages to his wife; who lay bed…ridden in another
room; glad to have Psalms read aloud to him; if they were of a
pious strain … checking; with an 'I don't think we need read that;
my dear;' any that wer