memoir of fleeming jenkin-第6节
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favoured; and that no boy had ever a companion more innocent;
engaging; gay; and airy。 But although in this case it would be
easy to exaggerate its import; yet; in the Jenkin family also; the
tragedy of the generations was proceeding; and the child was
growing out of his father's knowledge。 His artistic aptitude was
of a different order。 Already he had his quick sight of many sides
of life; he already overflowed with distinctions and
generalisations; contrasting the dramatic art and national
character of England; Germany; Italy; and France。 If he were dull;
he would write stories and poems。 'I have written;' he says at
thirteen; 'a very long story in heroic measure; 300 lines; and
another Scotch story and innumerable bits of poetry'; and at the
same age he had not only a keen feeling for scenery; but could do
something with his pen to call it up。 I feel I do always less than
justice to the delightful memory of Captain Jenkin; but with a lad
of this character; cutting the teeth of his intelligence; he was
sure to fall into the background。
The family removed in 1847 to Paris; where Fleeming was put to
school under one Deluc。 There he learned French; and (if the
captain is right) first began to show a taste for mathematics。 But
a far more important teacher than Deluc was at hand; the year 1848;
so momentous for Europe; was momentous also for Fleeming's
character。 The family politics were Liberal; Mrs。 Jenkin; generous
before all things; was sure to be upon the side of exiles; and in
the house of a Paris friend of hers; Mrs。 Turner … already known to
fame as Shelley's Cornelia de Boinville … Fleeming saw and heard
such men as Manin; Gioberti; and the Ruffinis。 He was thus
prepared to sympathise with revolution; and when the hour came; and
he found himself in the midst of stirring and influential events;
the lad's whole character was moved。 He corresponded at that time
with a young Edinburgh friend; one Frank Scott; and I am here going
to draw somewhat largely on this boyish correspondence。 It gives
us at once a picture of the Revolution and a portrait of Jenkin at
fifteen; not so different (his friends will think) from the Jenkin
of the end … boyish; simple; opinionated; delighting in action;
delighting before all things in any generous sentiment。
'February 23; 1848。
'When at 7 o'clock to…day I went out; I met a large band going
round the streets; calling on the inhabitants to illuminate their
houses; and bearing torches。 This was all very good fun; and
everybody was delighted; but as they stopped rather long and were
rather turbulent in the Place de la Madeleine; near where we live'
'in the Rue Caumartin' 'a squadron of dragoons came up; formed; and
charged at a hand…gallop。 This was a very pretty sight; the crowd
was not too thick; so they easily got away; and the dragoons only
gave blows with the back of the sword; which hurt but did not
wound。 I was as close to them as I am now to the other side of the
table; it was rather impressive; however。 At the second charge
they rode on the pavement and knocked the torches out of the
fellows' hands; rather a shame; too … wouldn't be stood in England。
。 。 。
'At' 'ten minutes to ten 。 。 。 I went a long way along the
Boulevards; passing by the office of Foreign Affairs; where Guizot
lives; and where to…night there were about a thousand troops
protecting him from the fury of the populace。 After this was
passed; the number of the people thickened; till about half a mile
further on; I met a troop of vagabonds; the wildest vagabonds in
the world … Paris vagabonds; well armed; having probably broken
into gunsmiths' shops and taken the guns and swords。 They were
about a hundred。 These were followed by about a thousand (I am
rather diminishing than exaggerating numbers all through);
indifferently armed with rusty sabres; sticks; etc。 An uncountable
troop of gentlemen; workmen; shopkeepers' wives (Paris women dare
anything); ladies' maids; common women … in fact; a crowd of all
classes; though by far the greater number were of the better
dressed class … followed。 Indeed; it was a splendid sight: the
mob in front chanting the 〃MARSEILLAISE;〃 the national war hymn;
grave and powerful; sweetened by the night air … though night in
these splendid streets was turned into day; every window was filled
with lamps; dim torches were tossing in the crowd 。 。 。 for Guizot
has late this night given in his resignation; and this was an
improvised illumination。
'I and my father had turned with the crowd; and were close behind
the second troop of vagabonds。 Joy was on every face。 I remarked
to papa that 〃I would not have missed the scene for anything; I
might never see such a splendid one;〃 when PLONG went one shot …
every face went pale … R…R…R…R…R went the whole detachment; 'and'
the whole crowd of gentlemen and ladies turned and cut。 Such a
scene! … ladies; gentlemen; and vagabonds went sprawling in the
mud; not shot but tripped up; and those that went down could not
rise; they were trampled over。 。 。 。 I ran a short time straight on
and did not fall; then turned down a side street; ran fifty yards
and felt tolerably safe; looked for papa; did not see him; so
walked on quickly; giving the news as I went。' 'It appears; from
another letter; the boy was the first to carry word of the firing
to the Rue St。 Honore; and that his news wherever he brought it was
received with hurrahs。 It was an odd entrance upon life for a
little English lad; thus to play the part of rumour in such a
crisis of the history of France。'
'But now a new fear came over me。 I had little doubt but my papa
was safe; but my fear was that he should arrive at home before me
and tell the story; in that case I knew my mamma would go half mad
with fright; so on I went as quick as possible。 I heard no more
discharges。 When I got half way home; I found my way blocked up by
troops。 That way or the Boulevards I must pass。 In the Boulevards
they were fighting; and I was afraid all other passages might be
blocked up 。 。 。 and I should have to sleep in a hotel in that
case; and then my mamma … however; after a long DETOUR; I found a
passage and ran home; and in our street joined papa。
'。 。 。 I'll tell you to…morrow the other facts gathered from
newspapers and papa。 。 。 。 Tonight I have given you what I have
seen with my own eyes an hour ago; and began trembling with
excitement and fear。 If I have been too long on this one subject;
it is because it is yet before my eyes。
'Monday; 24。
'It was that fire raised the people。 There was fighting all
through the night in the Rue Notre Dame de Lorette; on the
Boulevards where they had been shot at; and at the Porte St。 Denis。
At ten o'clock; they resigned the house of the Minister of Foreign
Affairs (where the disastrous volley was fired) to the people; who
immediately took possession of it。 I went to school; but 'was'
hardly there when the row in that quarter commenced。 Barricades
began to be fixed。 Everyone was very grave now; the EXTERNES went
away; but no one came to fetch me; so I had to stay。 No lessons
could go on。 A troop of armed men took possession of the
barricades; so it was supposed I should have to sleep there。 The
revolters came and asked for arms; but Deluc (head…master) is a
National Guard; and he said he had only his own and he wanted them;
but he said he would not fire on them。 Then they asked for wine;
which he gave them。 They took good care not to get drunk; knowing
they would not be able to fight。 They were very polite and behaved
extremely well。
'About 12 o'clock a servant came for a boy who lived near me; 'and'
Deluc thought it best to send me with him。 We heard a good deal of
firing near; but did not come across any of the parties。 As we
approached the railway; the barricades were no longer formed of
palings; planks; or stones; but they had got all the omnibuses as
they passed; sent the horses and passengers about their business;
and turned them over。 A double row of overturned coaches made a
capital barricade; with a few paving stones。
'When I got home I found to my astonishment that in our fighting
quarter it was much quieter。 Mamma had just been out seeing the
troops in the Place de la Concorde; when suddenly the Municipal
Guard; now fairly exasperated; prevented the National Guard from
proceeding; and fired at them; the National Guard had come with
their muskets not loaded; but at length returned the fire。 Mamma
saw the National Guard fire。 The Municipal Guard were round the
corner。 She was delighted for she saw no person killed; though
many of the Municipals were。 。 。 。 。
'I immediately went out with my papa (mamma had just come back with
him) and went