lay morals-第12节
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You belong; sir; to a sect … I believe my sect; and that in which my ancestors laboured … which has enjoyed; and partly failed to utilise; an exceptional advantage in the islands of Hawaii。 The first missionaries came; they found the land already self…purged of its old and bloody faith; they were embraced; almost on their arrival; with enthusiasm; what troubles they supported came far more from whites than from Hawaiians; and to these last they stood (in a rough figure) in the shoes of God。 This is not the place to enter into the degree or causes of their failure; such as it is。 One element alone is pertinent; and must here be plainly dealt with。 In the course of their evangelical calling; they … or too many of them … grew rich。 It may be news to you that the houses of missionaries are a cause of mocking on the streets of Honolulu。 It will at least be news to you; that when I returned your civil visit; the driver of my cab commented on the size; the taste; and the comfort of your home。 It would have been news certainly to myself; had any one told me that afternoon that I should live to drag such matter into print。 But you see; sir; how you degrade better men to your own level; and it is needful that those who are to judge betwixt you and me; betwixt Damien and the devil's advocate; should understand your letter to have been penned in a house which could raise; and that very justly; the envy and the comments of the passers…by。 I think (to employ a phrase of yours which I admire) it 'should be attributed' to you that you have never visited the scene of Damien's life and death。 If you had; and had recalled it; and looked about your pleasant rooms; even your pen perhaps would have been stayed。
Your sect (and remember; as far as any sect avows me; it is mine) has not done ill in a worldly sense in the Hawaiian Kingdom。 When calamity befell their innocent parishioners; when leprosy descended and took root in the Eight Islands; a QUID PRO QUO was to be looked for。 To that prosperous mission; and to you; as one of its adornments; God had sent at last an opportunity。 I know I am touching here upon a nerve acutely sensitive。 I know that others of your colleagues look back on the inertia of your Church; and the intrusive and decisive heroism of Damien; with something almost to be called remorse。 I am sure it is so with yourself; I am persuaded your letter was inspired by a certain envy; not essentially ignoble; and the one human trait to be espied in that performance。 You were thinking of the lost chance; the past day; of that which should have been conceived and was not; of the service due and not rendered。 Time was; said the voice in your ear; in your pleasant room; as you sat raging and writing; and if the words written were base beyond parallel; the rage; I am happy to repeat … it is the only compliment I shall pay you … the rage was almost virtuous。 But; sir; when we have failed; and another has succeeded; when we have stood by; and another has stepped in; when we sit and grow bulky in our charming mansions; and a plain; uncouth peasant steps into the battle; under the eyes of God; and succours the afflicted; and consoles the dying; and is himself afflicted in his turn; and dies upon the field of honour … the battle cannot be retrieved as your unhappy irritation has suggested。 It is a lost battle; and lost for ever。 One thing remained to you in your defeat … some rags of common honour; and these you have made haste to cast away。
Common honour; not the honour of having done anything right; but the honour of not having done aught conspicuously foul; the honour of the inert: that was what remained to you。 We are not all expected to be Damiens; a man may conceive his duty more narrowly; he may love his comforts better; and none will cast a stone at him for that。 But will a gentleman of your reverend profession allow me an example from the fields of gallantry? When two gentlemen compete for the favour of a lady; and the one succeeds and the other is rejected; and (as will sometimes happen) matter damaging to the successful rival's credit reaches the ear of the defeated; it is held by plain men of no pretensions that his mouth is; in the circumstance; almost necessarily closed。 Your Church and Damien's were in Hawaii upon a rivalry to do well: to help; to edify; to set divine examples。 You having (in one huge instance) failed; and Damien succeeded; I marvel it should not have occurred to you that you were doomed to silence; that when you had been outstripped in that high rivalry; and sat inglorious in the midst of your wellbeing; in your pleasant room … and Damien; crowned with glories and horrors; toiled and rotted in that pigsty of his under the cliffs of Kalawao … you; the elect who would not; were the last man on earth to collect and propagate gossip on the volunteer who would and did。
I think I see you … for I try to see you in the flesh as I write these sentences … I think I see you leap at the word pigsty; a hyperbolical expression at the best。 'He had no hand in the reforms;' he was 'a coarse; dirty man'; these were your own words; and you may think it possible that I am come to support you with fresh evidence。 In a sense; it is even so。 Damien has been too much depicted with a conventional halo and conventional features; so drawn by men who perhaps had not the eye to remark or the pen to express the individual; or who perhaps were only blinded and silenced by generous admiration; such as I partly envy for myself … such as you; if your soul were enlightened; would envy on your bended knees。 It is the least defect of such a method of portraiture that it makes the path easy for the devil's advocate; and leaves for the misuse of the slanderer a considerable field of truth。 For the truth that is suppressed by friends is the readiest weapon of the enemy。 The world; in your despite; may perhaps owe you something; if your letter be the means of substituting once for all a credible likeness for a wax abstraction。 For; if that world at all remember you; on the day when Damien of Molokai shall be named Saint; it will be in virtue of one work: your letter to the Reverend H。 B。 Gage。
You may ask on what authority I speak。 It was my inclement destiny to become acquainted; not with Damien; but with Dr。 Hyde。 When I visited the lazaretto; Damien was already in his resting grave。 But such information as I have; I gathered on the spot in conversation with those who knew him well and long: some indeed who revered his memory; but others who had sparred and wrangled with him; who beheld him with no halo; who perhaps regarded him with small respect; and through whose unprepared and scarcely partial communications the plain; human features of the man shone on me convincingly。 These gave me what knowledge I possess; and I learnt it in that scene where it could be most completely and sensitively understood … Kalawao; which you have never visited; about which you have never so much as endeavoured to inform yourself; for; brief as your letter is; you have found the means to stumble into that confession。 'LESS THAN ONE… HALF of the island;' you say; 'is devoted to the lepers。' Molokai … 'MOLOKAI AHINA;' the 'grey;' lofty; and most desolate island … along all its northern side plunges a front of precipice into a sea of unusual profundity。 This range of cliff is; from east to west; the true end and frontier of the island。 Only in one spot there projects into the ocean a certain triangular and rugged down; grassy; stony; windy; and rising in the midst into a hill with a dead crater: the whole bearing to the cliff that overhangs it somewhat the same relation as a bracket to a wall。 With this hint you will now be able to pick out the leper station on a map; you will be able to judge how much of Molokai is thus cut off between the surf and precipice; whether less than a half; or less than a quarter; or a fifth; or a tenth … or; say; a twentieth; and the next time you burst into print you will be in a position to share with us the issue of your calculations。
I imagine you to be one of those persons who talk with cheerfulness of that place which oxen and wain…ropes could not drag you to behold。 You; who do not even know its situation on the map; probably denounce sensational descriptions; stretching your limbs the while in your pleasant parlour on Beretania Street。 When I was pulled ashore there one early morning; there sat with me in the boat two sisters; bidding farewell (in humble imitation of Damien) to the lights and joys of human life。 One of these wept silently; I could not withhold myself from joining her。 Had you been there; it is my belief that nature would have triumphed even in you; and as the boat drew but a little nearer; and you beheld the stairs crowded with abominable deformations of our common manhood; and saw yourself landing in the midst of such a population as only now and then surrounds us in the horror of a nightmare … what a haggard eye you would have rolled over your reluctant shoulder towards the house on Beretania Street! Had you gone on; had