the professor at the breakfast table-第2节
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of temper by those who disagree with them; and by…and…by they may be
found too timid and conservative for intelligent readers; if they are
still read by any。
BEVERLY FARM; MASS。; June 18; 1891。
O。 W。 H。
THE PROFESSOR
AT THE
BREAKFAST…TABLE。
What he said; what he heard; and what he saw。
I
I intended to have signalized my first appearance by a certain large
statement; which I flatter myself is the nearest approach to a
universal formula; of life yet promulgated at this breakfast…table。
It would have had a grand effect。 For this purpose I fixed my eyes
on a certain divinity…student; with the intention of exchanging a few
phrases; and then forcing my court…card; namely; The great end of
being。 I will thank you for the sugar;I said。 Man is a
dependent creature。
It is a small favor to ask;said the divinity…student;and passed
the sugar to me。
Life is a great bundle of little things;I said。
The divinity…student smiled; as if that were the concluding epigram
of the sugar question。
You smile;I said。 Perhaps life seems to you a little bundle of
great things?
The divinity…student started a laugh; but suddenly reined it back
with a pull; as one throws a horse on his haunches。 Life is a great
bundle of great things;he said。
(NOW; THEN!) The great end of being; after all; is。。。。
Hold on! said my neighbor; a young fellow whose name seems to be
John; and nothing else;for that is what they all call him;hold
on! the Sculpin is go'n' to say somethin'。
Now the Sculpin (Cottus Virginianus) is a little water…beast which
pretends to consider itself a fish; and; under that pretext; hangs
about the piles upon which West…Boston Bridge is built; swallowing
the bait and hook intended for flounders。 On being drawn from the
water; it exposes an immense head; a diminutive bony carcass; and a
surface so full of spines; ridges; ruffles; and frills; that the
naturalists have not been able to count them without quarrelling
about the number; and that the colored youth; whose sport they spoil;
do not like to touch them; and especially to tread on them; unless
they happen to have shoes on; to cover the thick white soles of their
broad black feet。
When; therefore; I heard the young fellow's exclamation; I looked
round the table with curiosity to see what it meant。 At the further
end of it I saw a head; and aa small portion of a little deformed
body; mounted on a high chair; which brought the occupant up to a
fair level enough for him to get at his food。 His whole appearance
was so grotesque; I felt for a minute as if there was a showman
behind him who would pull him down presently and put up Judy; or the
hangman; or the Devil; or some other wooden personage of the famous
spectacle。 I contrived to lose the first of his sentence; but what I
heard began so:
by the Frog…Pond; when there were frogs in and the folks used to
come down from the tents on section and Independence days with their
pails to get water to make egg…pop with。 Born in Boston; went to
school in Boston as long as the boys would let me。 The little man
groaned; turned; as if to look around; and went on。 Ran away from
school one day to see Phillips hung for killing Denegri with a
logger…head。 That was in flip days; when there were always two three
loggerheads in the fire。 I'm a Boston boy; I tell you;born at
North End; and mean to be buried on Copp's Hill; with the good old
underground people;the Worthylakes; and the rest of 'em。 Yes;up
on the old hill; where they buried Captain Daniel Malcolm in a stone
grave; ten feet deep; to keep him safe from the red…coats; in those
old times when the world was frozen up tight and there was n't but
one spot open; and that was right over Faneuil all;and black enough
it looked; I tell you! There 's where my bones shall lie; Sir; and
rattle away when the big guns go off at the Navy Yard opposite! You
can't make me ashamed of the old place! Full crooked little
streets;I was born and used to run round in one of 'em
I should think so;said that young man whom I hear them call
〃John;〃softly; not meaning to be heard; nor to be cruel; but
thinking in a half…whisper; evidently。 I should think so; and got
kinked up; turnin' so many corners。 The little man did not hear
what was said; but went on;
full of crooked little streets; but I tell you Boston has opened;
and kept open; more turnpikes that lead straight to free thought and
free speech and free deeds than any other city of live men or dead
men;I don't care how broad their streets are; nor how high their
steeples!
How high is Bosting meet'n'…house?said a person with black
whiskers and imperial; a velvet waistcoat; a guard…chain rather too
massive; and a diamond pin so very large that the most trusting
nature might confess an inward suggestion;of course; nothing
amounting to a suspicion。 For this is a gentleman from a great city;
and sits next to the landlady's daughter; who evidently believes in
him; and is the object of his especial attention。
How high?said the little man。 As high as the first step of the
stairs that lead to the New Jerusalem。 Is n't that high enough?
It is;I said。 The great end of being is to harmonize man with the
order of things; and the church has been a good pitch…pipe; and may
be so still。 But who shall tune the pitch…pipe? Quis cus…(On the
whole; as this quotation was not entirely new; and; being in a
foreign language; might not be familiar to all the boarders; I
thought I would not finish it。)
Go to the Bible! said a sharp voice from a sharp…faced; sharp…
eyed; sharp…elbowed; strenuous…looking woman in a black dress;
appearing as if it began as a piece of mourning and perpetuated
itself as a bit of economy。
You speak well; Madam;I said;yet there is room for a gloss or
commentary on what you say。 〃He who would bring back the wealth of
the Indies must carry out the wealth of the Indies。〃 What you bring
away from the Bible depends to some extent on what you carry to it。…
Benjamin Franklin! Be so good as to step up to my chamber and bring
me down the small uncovered pamphlet of twenty pages which you will
find lying under the 〃Cruden's Concordance。〃 'The boy took a large
bite; which left a very perfect crescent in the slice of bread…and…
butter he held; and departed on his errand; with the portable
fraction of his breakfast to sustain him on the way。'
Here it is。 〃Go to the Bible。 A Dissertation; ;etc。; etc。 By J。
J。 Flournoy。 Athens; Georgia; 1858。〃
Mr。 Flournoy; Madam; has obeyed the precept which you have
judiciously delivered。 You may be interested; Madam; to know what
are the conclusions at which Mr。 J。 J。 Flournoy of Athens; Georgia;
has arrived。 You shall hear; Madam。 He has gone to the Bible; and
he has come back from the Bible; bringing a remedy for existing
social evils; which; if it is the real specific; as it professes to
be; is of great interest to humanity; and to the female part of
humanity in particular。 It is what he calls TRIGAMY; Madam; or the
marrying of three wives; so that 〃good old men〃 may be solaced at
once by the companionship of the wisdom of maturity; and of those
less perfected but hardly less engaging qualities which are found at
an earlier period of life。 He has followed your precept; Madam; I
hope you accept his conclusions。
The female boarder in black attire looked so puzzled; and; in fact;
〃all abroad;〃 after the delivery of this 〃counter〃 of mine; that I
left her to recover her wits; and went on with the conversation;
which I was beginning to get pretty well in hand。
But in the mean time I kept my eye on the female boarder to see what
effect I had produced。 First; she was a little stunned at having her
argument knocked over。 Secondly; she was a little shocked at the
tremendous character of the triple matrimonial suggestion。 Thirdly。
I don't like to say what I thought。 Something seemed to have
pleased her fancy。 Whether it was; that; if trigamy should come into
fashion; there would be three times as many chances to enjoy the
luxury of saying; 〃No!〃 is more than I; can tell you。 I may as well
mention that B。 F。 came to me after breakfast to borrow the pamphlet
for 〃a lady;〃one of the boarders; he said;looking as if he had a
secret he wished to be relieved of。
I continued。 If a human soul is necessarily to be trained up in
the faith of those from whom it inherits its body; why; there is the
end of all reason。 If; sooner or later; every soul is to look for
truth with its own eyes; the first thing is to recognize that no
presumption in favor of any particular belief arises from the fact of
our inheriting it。 Otherwise you would not give the Mahometan a fair
chance to become a convert t