the professor at the breakfast table-第29节
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manners; has a hint in it of the breeding of courts; and the blood
of old Milesian kings; which very likely runs in her veins;thinned
by two hundred years of potato; which; being an underground fruit;
tends to drag down the generations that are made of it to the earth
from which it came; and; filling their veins with starch; turn them
into a kind of human vegetable。
I say; if you like such people; go with them。 But I am going to
make a practical application of the example at the beginning of this
particular record; which some young people who are going to choose
professional advisers by…and…by may remember and thank me for。 If
you are making choice of a physician; be sure you get one; if
possible; with a cheerful and serene countenance。 A physician is
notat least; ought not to bean executioner; and a sentence of
death on his face is as bad as a warrant for execution signed by the
Governor。 As a general rule; no man has a right to tell another by
word or look that he is going to die。 It may be necessary in some
extreme cases; but as a rule; it is the last extreme of impertinence
which one human being can offer to another。 〃You have killed me;〃
said a patient once to a physician who had rashly told him he was
incurable。 He ought to have lived six months; but he was dead in
six' weeks。 If we will only let Nature and the God of Nature alone;
persons will commonly learn their condition as early as they ought
to know it; and not be cheated out of their natural birthright of
hope of recovery; which is intended to accompany sick people as long
as life is comfortable; and is graciously replaced by the hope of
heaven; or at least of rest; when life has become a burden which the
bearer is ready to let fall。
Underbred people tease their sick and dying friends to death。 The
chance of a gentleman or lady with a given mortal ailment to live a
certain time is as good again as that of the common sort of coarse
people。 As you go down the social scale; you reach a point at
length where the common talk in sick rooms is of churchyards and
sepulchres; and a kind of perpetual vivisection is forever carried
on; upon the person of the miserable sufferer。
And so; in choosing your clergyman; other things being equal; prefer
the one of a wholesome and cheerful habit of mind and body。 If you
can get along with people who carry a certificate in their faces
that their goodness is so great as to make them very miserable; your
children cannot。 And whatever offends one of these little ones
cannot be right in the eyes of Him who loved them so well。
After all; as you are a gentleman or a lady; you will probably
select gentlemen for your bodily and spiritual advisers; and then
all will be right。
This repetition of the above words;gentleman and lady;which
could not be conveniently avoided; reminds me what strange uses are
made of them by those who ought to know what they mean。 Thus; at a
marriage ceremony; once; of two very excellent persons who had been
at service; instead of; Do you take this man; etc。? and; Do you
take this woman? how do you think the officiating clergyman put the
questions? It was; Do you; Miss So and So; take this GENTLEMAN?
and; Do you; Mr。 This or That; take this LADY?! What would any
English duchess; ay; or the Queen of England herself; have thought;
if the Archbishop of Canterbury had called her and her bridegroom
anything but plain woman and man at such a time?
I don't doubt the Poor Relation thought it was all very fine; if she
happened to be in the church; but if the worthy man who uttered
these monstrous wordsmonstrous in such a connectionhad known the
ludicrous surprise; the convulsion of inward disgust and contempt;
that seized upon many of the persons who were present;had guessed
what a sudden flash of light it threw on the Dutch gilding; the
pinchbeck; the shabby; perking pretension belonging to certain
social layers;so inherent in their whole mode of being; that the
holiest offices of religion cannot exclude its impertinences;the
good man would have given his marriage…fee twice over to recall that
superb and full…blown vulgarism。 Any persons whom it could please
could have no better notion of what the words referred to signify
than of the meaning of apsides and asymptotes。
MAN! Sir! WOMAN! Sir! Gentility is a fine thing; not to be
undervalued; as I have been trying to explain; but humanity comes
before that。
〃When Adam delved and Eve span;
Who was then the gentleman?〃
The beauty of that plainness of speech and manners which comes from
the finest training is not to be understood by those whose habitat
is below a certain level。 Just as the exquisite sea…anemones and
all the graceful ocean…flowers die out at some fathoms below the
surface; the elegances and suavities of life die out one by one as
we sink through the social scale。 Fortunately; the virtues are more
tenacious of life; and last pretty well until we get down to the mud
of absolute pauperism; where they do not flourish greatly。
I had almost forgotten about our boarders。 As the Model of all
the Virtues is about to leave us; I find myself wondering what is
the reason we are not all very sorry。 Surely we all like good
persons。 She is a good person。 Therefore we like her。 Only we
don't。
This brief syllogism; and its briefer negative; involving the
principle which some English conveyancer borrowed from a French wit
and embodied in the lines by which Dr。 Fell is made unamiably
immortal; this syllogism; I say; is one that most persons have had
occasion to construct and demolish; respecting somebody or other; as
I have done for the Model。 〃Pious and painefull。〃 Why has that
excellent old phrase gone out of use? Simply because these good
painefull or painstaking persons proved to be such nuisances in the
long run; that the word 〃painefull〃 came; before people thought of
it; to mean pain…giving instead of painstaking。
So; the old fellah's off to…morrah;said the young man John。
Old fellow?said I;whom do you mean?
Why; the one that came with our little beauty; the old fellah in
petticoats。
Now that means something;said I to myself。 These rough young
rascals very often hit the nail on the head; if they do strike with
their eyes shut。 A real woman does a great many things without
knowing why she does them; but these pattern machines mix up their
intellects with everything they do; just like men。 They can't help
it; no doubt; but we can't help getting sick of them; either。
Intellect is to a woman's nature what her watch…spring skirt is to
her dress; it ought to underlie her silks and embroideries; but not
to show itself too staringly on the outside。 …You don't know;
perhaps; but I will tell you; the brain is the palest of all the
internal organs; and the heart the reddest。 Whatever comes from the
brain carries the hue of the place it came from; and whatever comes
from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace。
The young man John did not hear my soliloquy; of course; but sent up
one more bubble from our sinking conversation; in the form of a
statement; that she was at liberty to go to a personage who receives
no visits; as is commonly supposed; from virtuous people。
Why; I ask again; (of my reader;) should a person who never did
anybody any wrong; but; on the contrary; is an estimable and
intelligent; nay; a particularly enlightened and exemplary member of
society; fail to inspire interest; love; and devotion? Because of
the reversed current in the flow of thought and emotion。 The red
heart sends all its instincts up to the white brain to be analyzed;
chilled; blanched; and so become pure reason; which is just exactly
what we do not want of woman as woman。 The current should run the
other…way。 The nice; calm; cold thought; which in women shapes
itself so rapidly that they hardly know it as thought; should always
travel to the lips via the heart。 It does so in those women whom
all love and admire。 It travels the wrong way in the Model。 That
is the reason why the Little Gentleman said 〃I hate her; I hate
her。〃 That is the reason why the young man John called her the 〃old
fellah;〃 and banished her to the company of the great Unpresentable。
That is the reason why I; the Professor; am picking her to pieces
with scalpel and forceps。 That is the reason why the young girl
whom she has befriended repays her kindness with gratitude and
respect; rather than with the devotion and passionate fondness which
lie sleeping beneath the calmness of her amber eyes。 I can see her;
as she sits between this estimable and most correct of personages
and the misshapen; crotchety; often violent and explosive little man
on the other side of her; leaning and swaying towards him as she
speaks; and looking into his sad eyes as if she found some fountain
in them at which her