the uncommercial traveller-第88节
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young life but himself; the adamantine inadaptability of the man to
my favourite fancies and amusements; is the thing for which I hate
him most。 What right had he to bore his way into my Arabian
Nights? Yet he did。 He was always hinting doubts of the veracity
of Sindbad the Sailor。 If he could have got hold of the Wonderful
Lamp; I knew he would have trimmed it and lighted it; and delivered
a lecture over it on the qualities of sperm…oil; with a glance at
the whale fisheries。 He would so soon have found out … on
mechanical principles … the peg in the neck of the Enchanted Horse;
and would have turned it the right way in so workmanlike a manner;
that the horse could never have got any height into the air; and
the story couldn't have been。 He would have proved; by map and
compass; that there was no such kingdom as the delightful kingdom
of Casgar; on the frontiers of Tartary。 He would have caused that
hypocritical young prig Harry to make an experiment; … with the aid
of a temporary building in the garden and a dummy; … demonstrating
that you couldn't let a choked hunchback down an Eastern chimney
with a cord; and leave him upright on the hearth to terrify the
sultan's purveyor。
The golden sounds of the overture to the first metropolitan
pantomime; I remember; were alloyed by Mr。 Barlow。 Click click;
ting ting; bang bang; weedle weedle weedle; bang! I recall the
chilling air that ran across my frame and cooled my hot delight; as
the thought occurred to me; 'This would never do for Mr。 Barlow!'
After the curtain drew up; dreadful doubts of Mr。 Barlow's
considering the costumes of the Nymphs of the Nebula as being
sufficiently opaque; obtruded themselves on my enjoyment。 In the
clown I perceived two persons; one a fascinating unaccountable
creature of a hectic complexion; joyous in spirits though feeble in
intellect; with flashes of brilliancy; the other a pupil for Mr。
Barlow。 I thought how Mr。 Barlow would secretly rise early in the
morning; and butter the pavement for HIM; and; when he had brought
him down; would look severely out of his study window and ask HIM
how he enjoyed the fun。
I thought how Mr。 Barlow would heat all the pokers in the house;
and singe him with the whole collection; to bring him better
acquainted with the properties of incandescent iron; on which he
(Barlow) would fully expatiate。 I pictured Mr。 Barlow's
instituting a comparison between the clown's conduct at his
studies; … drinking up the ink; licking his copy…book; and using
his head for blotting…paper; … and that of the already mentioned
young prig of prigs; Harry; sitting at the Barlovian feet;
sneakingly pretending to be in a rapture of youthful knowledge。 I
thought how soon Mr。 Barlow would smooth the clown's hair down;
instead of letting it stand erect in three tall tufts; and how;
after a couple of years or so with Mr。 Barlow; he would keep his
legs close together when he walked; and would take his hands out of
his big loose pockets; and wouldn't have a jump left in him。
That I am particularly ignorant what most things in the universe
are made of; and how they are made; is another of my charges
against Mr。 Barlow。 With the dread upon me of developing into a
Harry; and with a further dread upon me of being Barlowed if I made
inquiries; by bringing down upon myself a cold shower…bath of
explanations and experiments; I forbore enlightenment in my youth;
and became; as they say in melodramas; 'the wreck you now behold。'
That I consorted with idlers and dunces is another of the
melancholy facts for which I hold Mr。 Barlow responsible。 That
pragmatical prig; Harry; became so detestable in my sight; that; he
being reported studious in the South; I would have fled idle to the
extremest North。 Better to learn misconduct from a Master Mash
than science and statistics from a Sandford! So I took the path;
which; but for Mr。 Barlow; I might never have trodden。 Thought I;
with a shudder; 'Mr。 Barlow is a bore; with an immense constructive
power of making bores。 His prize specimen is a bore。 He seeks to
make a bore of me。 That knowledge is power I am not prepared to
gainsay; but; with Mr。 Barlow; knowledge is power to bore。'
Therefore I took refuge in the caves of ignorance; wherein I have
resided ever since; and which are still my private address。
But the weightiest charge of all my charges against Mr。 Barlow is;
that he still walks the earth in various disguises; seeking to make
a Tommy of me; even in my maturity。 Irrepressible; instructive
monomaniac; Mr。 Barlow fills my life with pitfalls; and lies hiding
at the bottom to burst out upon me when I least expect him。
A few of these dismal experiences of mine shall suffice。
Knowing Mr。 Barlow to have invested largely in the moving panorama
trade; and having on various occasions identified him in the dark
with a long wand in his hand; holding forth in his old way (made
more appalling in this connection by his sometimes cracking a piece
of Mr。 Carlyle's own Dead…Sea fruit in mistake for a joke); I
systematically shun pictorial entertainment on rollers。 Similarly;
I should demand responsible bail and guaranty against the
appearance of Mr。 Barlow; before committing myself to attendance at
any assemblage of my fellow…creatures where a bottle of water and a
note…book were conspicuous objects; for in either of those
associations; I should expressly expect him。 But such is the
designing nature of the man; that he steals in where no reasoning
precaution or provision could expect him。 As in the following
case:…
Adjoining the Caves of Ignorance is a country town。 In this
country town the Mississippi Momuses; nine in number; were
announced to appear in the town…hall; for the general delectation;
this last Christmas week。 Knowing Mr。 Barlow to be unconnected
with the Mississippi; though holding republican opinions; and
deeming myself secure; I took a stall。 My object was to hear and
see the Mississippi Momuses in what the bills described as their
'National ballads; plantation break…downs; nigger part…songs;
choice conundrums; sparkling repartees; &c。' I found the nine
dressed alike; in the black coat and trousers; white waistcoat;
very large shirt…front; very large shirt…collar; and very large
white tie and wristbands; which constitute the dress of the mass of
the African race; and which has been observed by travellers to
prevail over a vast number of degrees of latitude。 All the nine
rolled their eyes exceedingly; and had very red lips。 At the
extremities of the curve they formed; seated in their chairs; were
the performers on the tambourine and bones。 The centre Momus; a
black of melancholy aspect (who inspired me with a vague uneasiness
for which I could not then account); performed on a Mississippi
instrument closely resembling what was once called in this island a
hurdy…gurdy。 The Momuses on either side of him had each another
instrument peculiar to the Father of Waters; which may be likened
to a stringed weather…glass held upside down。 There were likewise
a little flute and a violin。 All went well for awhile; and we had
had several sparkling repartees exchanged between the performers on
the tambourine and bones; when the black of melancholy aspect;
turning to the latter; and addressing him in a deep and improving
voice as 'Bones; sir;' delivered certain grave remarks to him
concerning the juveniles present; and the season of the year;
whereon I perceived that I was in the presence of Mr。 Barlow …
corked!
Another night … and this was in London … I attended the
representation of a little comedy。 As the characters were lifelike
(and consequently not improving); and as they went upon their
several ways and designs without personally addressing themselves
to me; I felt rather confident of coming through it without being
regarded as Tommy; the more so; as we were clearly getting close to
the end。 But I deceived myself。 All of a sudden; Apropos of
nothing; everybody concerned came to a check and halt; advanced to
the foot…lights in a general rally to take dead aim at me; and
brought me down with a moral homily; in which I detected the dread
hand of Barlow。
Nay; so intricate and subtle are the toils of this hunter; that on
the very next night after that; I was again entrapped; where no
vestige of a spring could have been apprehended by the timidest。
It was a burlesque that I saw performed; an uncompromising
burlesque; where everybody concerned; but especially the ladies;
carried on at a very considerable rate indeed。 Most prominent and
active among the corps of performers was what I took to be (and she
really gave me very fair opportunities of coming to a right
conclusion) a young lady of a pretty figure。 She was dressed as a
picturesque young gentleman; whose pantaloons had been cut off in
their infancy; and she had very neat knees and very neat sa