the uncommercial traveller-第60节
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surprise)。 Your husband quite blind; Mrs。 Dibble?
MRS。 DIBBLE。 Yes; sir; he be stone…blind。
MR。 DIBBLE (addressing the mast)。 Yes; sir; I be stone…blind。
INSPECTOR。 That's a bad job。 Take your ticket; Mrs。 Dibble; and
don't lose it; and pass on。
Doctor taps Mr。 Dibble on the eyebrow with his forefinger; and away
they go。
INSPECTOR (taking ticket again)。 Anastatia Weedle。
ANASTATIA (a pretty girl; in a bright Garibaldi; this morning
elected by universal suffrage the Beauty of the Ship)。 That is me;
sir。
INSPECTOR。 Going alone; Anastatia?
ANASTATIA (shaking her curls)。 I am with Mrs。 Jobson; sir; but
I've got separated for the moment。
INSPECTOR。 Oh! You are with the Jobsons? Quite right。 That'll
do; Miss Weedle。 Don't lose your ticket。
Away she goes; and joins the Jobsons who are waiting for her; and
stoops and kisses Brigham Jobson … who appears to be considered too
young for the purpose; by several Mormons rising twenty; who are
looking on。 Before her extensive skirts have departed from the
casks; a decent widow stands there with four children; and so the
roll goes。
The faces of some of the Welsh people; among whom there were many
old persons; were certainly the least intelligent。 Some of these
emigrants would have bungled sorely; but for the directing hand
that was always ready。 The intelligence here was unquestionably of
a low order; and the heads were of a poor type。 Generally the case
was the reverse。 There were many worn faces bearing traces of
patient poverty and hard work; and there was great steadiness of
purpose and much undemonstrative self…respect among this class。 A
few young men were going singly。 Several girls were going; two or
three together。 These latter I found it very difficult to refer
back; in my mind; to their relinquished homes and pursuits。
Perhaps they were more like country milliners; and pupil teachers
rather tawdrily dressed; than any other classes of young women。 I
noticed; among many little ornaments worn; more than one
photograph…brooch of the Princess of Wales; and also of the late
Prince Consort。 Some single women of from thirty to forty; whom
one might suppose to be embroiderers; or straw…bonnet…makers; were
obviously going out in quest of husbands; as finer ladies go to
India。 That they had any distinct notions of a plurality of
husbands or wives; I do not believe。 To suppose the family groups
of whom the majority of emigrants were composed; polygamically
possessed; would be to suppose an absurdity; manifest to any one
who saw the fathers and mothers。
I should say (I had no means of ascertaining the fact) that most
familiar kinds of handicraft trades were represented here。 Farm…
labourers; shepherds; and the like; had their full share of
representation; but I doubt if they preponderated。 It was
interesting to see how the leading spirit in the family circle
never failed to show itself; even in the simple process of
answering to the names as they were called; and checking off the
owners of the names。 Sometimes it was the father; much oftener the
mother; sometimes a quick little girl second or third in order of
seniority。 It seemed to occur for the first time to some heavy
fathers; what large families they had; and their eyes rolled about;
during the calling of the list; as if they half misdoubted some
other family to have been smuggled into their own。 Among all the
fine handsome children; I observed but two with marks upon their
necks that were probably scrofulous。 Out of the whole number of
emigrants; but one old woman was temporarily set aside by the
doctor; on suspicion of fever; but even she afterwards obtained a
clean bill of health。
When all had 'passed;' and the afternoon began to wear on; a black
box became visible on deck; which box was in charge of certain
personages also in black; of whom only one had the conventional air
of an itinerant preacher。 This box contained a supply of hymn…
books; neatly printed and got up; published at Liverpool; and also
in London at the 'Latter…Day Saints' Book Depot; 30; Florence…
street。' Some copies were handsomely bound; the plainer were the
more in request; and many were bought。 The title ran: 'Sacred
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the Church of Jesus Church of Latter…
Day Saints。' The Preface; dated Manchester; 1840; ran thus:… 'The
Saints in this country have been very desirous for a Hymn Book
adapted to their faith and worship; that they might sing the truth
with an understanding heart; and express their praise; joy; and
gratitude in songs adapted to the New and Everlasting Covenant。 In
accordance with their wishes; we have selected the following
volume; which we hope will prove acceptable until a greater variety
can be added。 With sentiments of high consideration and esteem; we
subscribe ourselves your brethren in the New and Everlasting
Covenant; BRIGHAM YOUNG; PARLEY P。 PRATT; JOHN TAYLOR。' From this
book … by no means explanatory to myself of the New and Everlasting
Covenant; and not at all making my heart an understanding one on
the subject of that mystery … a hymn was sung; which did not
attract any great amount of attention; and was supported by a
rather select circle。 But the choir in the boat was very popular
and pleasant; and there was to have been a Band; only the Cornet
was late in coming on board。 In the course of the afternoon; a
mother appeared from shore; in search of her daughter; 'who had run
away with the Mormons。' She received every assistance from the
Inspector; but her daughter was not found to be on board。 The
saints did not seem to me; particularly interested in finding her。
Towards five o'clock; the galley became full of tea…kettles; and an
agreeable fragrance of tea pervaded the ship。 There was no
scrambling or jostling for the hot water; no ill humour; no
quarrelling。 As the Amazon was to sail with the next tide; and as
it would not be high water before two o'clock in the morning; I
left her with her tea in full action; and her idle Steam Tug lying
by; deputing steam and smoke for the time being to the Tea…kettles。
I afterwards learned that a Despatch was sent home by the captain
before he struck out into the wide Atlantic; highly extolling the
behaviour of these Emigrants; and the perfect order and propriety
of all their social arrangements。 What is in store for the poor
people on the shores of the Great Salt Lake; what happy delusions
they are labouring under now; on what miserable blindness their
eyes may be opened then; I do not pretend to say。 But I went on
board their ship to bear testimony against them if they deserved
it; as I fully believed they would; to my great astonishment they
did not deserve it; and my predispositions and tendencies must not
affect me as an honest witness。 I went over the Amazon's side;
feeling it impossible to deny that; so far; some remarkable
influence had produced a remarkable result; which better known
influences have often missed。 *
* After this Uncommercial Journey was printed; I happened to
mention the experience it describes to Lord Houghton。 That
gentleman then showed me an article of his writing; in THE
EDINBURGH REVIEW for January; 1862; which is highly remarkable for
its philosophical and literary research concerning these Latter…Day
Saints。 I find in it the following sentences:… 'The Select
Committee of the House of Commons on emigrant ships for 1854
summoned the Mormon agent and passenger…broker before it; and came
to the conclusion that no ships under the provisions of the
〃Passengers Act〃 could be depended upon for comfort and security in
the same degree as those under his administration。 The Mormon ship
is a Family under strong and accepted discipline; with every
provision for comfort; decorum and internal peace。'
CHAPTER XXIII … THE CITY OF THE ABSENT
When I think I deserve particularly well of myself; and have earned
the right to enjoy a little treat; I stroll from Covent…garden into
the City of London; after business…hours there; on a Saturday; or …
better yet … on a Sunday; and roam about its deserted nooks and
corners。 It is necessary to the full enjoyment of these journeys
that they should be made in summer…time; for then the retired spots
that I love to haunt; are at their idlest and dullest。 A gentle
fall of rain is not objectionable; and a warm mist sets off my
favourite retreats to decided advantage。
Among these; City Churchyards hold a high place。 Such strange
churchyards hide in the City of London; churchyards sometimes so
entirely detached from churches; always so pressed upon by houses;
so small; so rank; so silent; so forgotten; except by the few
people who ever look down into them from their smoky windows。 As I
stand peeping in through the iron gates and rails; I can peel the
rusty metal off; like bar