memories and portraits-第3节
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streets; the warm colouring of the brick; the domestic quaintness
of the architecture; among which English children begin to grow up
and come to themselves in life。 As the stage of the University
approaches; the contrast becomes more express。 The English lad
goes to Oxford or Cambridge; there; in an ideal world of gardens;
to lead a semi…scenic life; costumed; disciplined and drilled by
proctors。 Nor is this to be regarded merely as a stage of
education; it is a piece of privilege besides; and a step that
separates him further from the bulk of his compatriots。 At an
earlier age the Scottish lad begins his greatly different
experience of crowded class…rooms; of a gaunt quadrangle; of a bell
hourly booming over the traffic of the city to recall him from the
public…house where he has been lunching; or the streets where he
has been wandering fancy…free。 His college life has little of
restraint; and nothing of necessary gentility。 He will find no
quiet clique of the exclusive; studious and cultured; no rotten
borough of the arts。 All classes rub shoulders on the greasy
benches。 The raffish young gentleman in gloves must measure his
scholarship with the plain; clownish laddie from the parish school。
They separate; at the session's end; one to smoke cigars about a
watering…place; the other to resume the labours of the field beside
his peasant family。 The first muster of a college class in
Scotland is a scene of curious and painful interest; so many lads;
fresh from the heather; hang round the stove in cloddish
embarrassment; ruffled by the presence of their smarter comrades;
and afraid of the sound of their own rustic voices。 It was in
these early days; I think; that Professor Blackie won the affection
of his pupils; putting these uncouth; umbrageous students at their
ease with ready human geniality。 Thus; at least; we have a healthy
democratic atmosphere to breathe in while at work; even when there
is no cordiality there is always a juxtaposition of the different
classes; and in the competition of study the intellectual power of
each is plainly demonstrated to the other。 Our tasks ended; we of
the North go forth as freemen into the humming; lamplit city。 At
five o'clock you may see the last of us hiving from the college
gates; in the glare of the shop windows; under the green glimmer of
the winter sunset。 The frost tingles in our blood; no proctor lies
in wait to intercept us; till the bell sounds again; we are the
masters of the world; and some portion of our lives is always
Saturday; LA TREVE DE DIEU。
Nor must we omit the sense of the nature of his country and his
country's history gradually growing in the child's mind from story
and from observation。 A Scottish child hears much of shipwreck;
outlying iron skerries; pitiless breakers; and great sea…lights;
much of heathery mountains; wild clans; and hunted Covenanters。
Breaths come to him in song of the distant Cheviots and the ring of
foraying hoofs。 He glories in his hard…fisted forefathers; of the
iron girdle and the handful of oat…meal; who rode so swiftly and
lived so sparely on their raids。 Poverty; ill…luck; enterprise;
and constant resolution are the fibres of the legend of his
country's history。 The heroes and kings of Scotland have been
tragically fated; the most marking incidents in Scottish history …
Flodden; Darien; or the Forty…five were still either failures or
defeats; and the fall of Wallace and the repeated reverses of the
Bruce combine with the very smallness of the country to teach
rather a moral than a material criterion for life。 Britain is
altogether small; the mere taproot of her extended empire:
Scotland; again; which alone the Scottish boy adopts in his
imagination; is but a little part of that; and avowedly cold;
sterile and unpopulous。 It is not so for nothing。 I once seemed
to have perceived in an American boy a greater readiness of
sympathy for lands that are great; and rich; and growing; like his
own。 It proved to be quite otherwise: a mere dumb piece of boyish
romance; that I had lacked penetration to divine。 But the error
serves the purpose of my argument; for I am sure; at least; that
the heart of young Scotland will be always touched more nearly by
paucity of number and Spartan poverty of life。
So we may argue; and yet the difference is not explained。 That
Shorter Catechism which I took as being so typical of Scotland; was
yet composed in the city of Westminster。 The division of races is
more sharply marked within the borders of Scotland itself than
between the countries。 Galloway and Buchan; Lothian and Lochaber;
are like foreign parts; yet you may choose a man from any of them;
and; ten to one; he shall prove to have the headmark of a Scot。 A
century and a half ago the Highlander wore a different costume;
spoke a different language; worshipped in another church; held
different morals; and obeyed a different social constitution from
his fellow…countrymen either of the south or north。 Even the
English; it is recorded; did not loathe the Highlander and the
Highland costume as they were loathed by the remainder of the
Scotch。 Yet the Highlander felt himself a Scot。 He would
willingly raid into the Scotch lowlands; but his courage failed him
at the border; and he regarded England as a perilous; unhomely
land。 When the Black Watch; after years of foreign service;
returned to Scotland; veterans leaped out and kissed the earth at
Port Patrick。 They had been in Ireland; stationed among men of
their own race and language; where they were well liked and treated
with affection; but it was the soil of Galloway that they kissed at
the extreme end of the hostile lowlands; among a people who did not
understand their speech; and who had hated; harried; and hanged
them since the dawn of history。 Last; and perhaps most curious;
the sons of chieftains were often educated on the continent of
Europe。 They went abroad speaking Gaelic; they returned speaking;
not English; but the broad dialect of Scotland。 Now; what idea had
they in their minds when they thus; in thought; identified
themselves with their ancestral enemies? What was the sense in
which they were Scotch and not English; or Scotch and not Irish?
Can a bare name be thus influential on the minds and affections of
men; and a political aggregation blind them to the nature of facts?
The story of the Austrian Empire would seem to answer; NO; the far
more galling business of Ireland clenches the negative from nearer
home。 Is it common education; common morals; a common language or
a common faith; that join men into nations? There were practically
none of these in the case we are considering。
The fact remains: in spite of the difference of blood and language;
the Lowlander feels himself the sentimental countryman of the
Highlander。 When they meet abroad; they fall upon each other's
necks in spirit; even at home there is a kind of clannish intimacy
in their talk。 But from his compatriot in the south the Lowlander
stands consciously apart。 He has had a different training; he
obeys different laws; he makes his will in other terms; is
otherwise divorced and married; his eyes are not at home in an
English landscape or with English houses; his ear continues to
remark the English speech; and even though his tongue acquire the
Southern knack; he will still have a strong Scotch accent of the
mind。
CHAPTER II。 SOME COLLEGE MEMORIES (2)
I AM asked to write something (it is not specifically stated what)
to the profit and glory of my ALMA MATER; and the fact is I seem to
be in very nearly the same case with those who addressed me; for
while I am willing enough to write something; I know not what to
write。 Only one point I see; that if I am to write at all; it
should be of the University itself and my own days under its
shadow; of the things that are still the same and of those that are
already changed: such talk; in short; as would pass naturally
between a student of to…day and one of yesterday; supposing them to
meet and grow confidential。
The generations pass away swiftly enough on the high seas of life;
more swiftly still in the little bubbling back…water of the
quadrangle; so that we see there; on a scale startlingly
diminished; the flight of time and the succession of men。 I looked
for my name the other day in last year's case…book of the
Speculative。 Naturally enough I looked for it near the end; it was
not there; nor yet in the next column; so that I began to think it
had been dropped at press; and when at last I found it; mounted on
the shoulders of so many successors; and looking in that posture
like the name of a man of ninety; I was conscious of some of the
dignity of years。 This kind of dignity of tempora