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          To consultation with Secretary of Navy 。。。。。。。。。。。 50
          To consultation with Secretary of the Treasury 。。。 50
          Cabinet consultation 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。No charge。
          To mileage to and from Jerusalem; via Egypt;
               Algiers; Gibraltar; and Cadiz;
               14;000 miles; at 20c。 a mile 。。。。。。。。。。。。。 2;800
          To salary as Clerk of Senate Committee
          on Conchology; six days; at 6 per day 。。。。。。。。。。。 36

                         Total 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 2;986

'Territorial delegates charge mileage both ways; although they never go
back when they get here once。  Why my mileage is denied me is more than I
can understand。'

Not an item of this bill has been paid; except that trifle of thirty…six
dollars for clerkship salary。  The Secretary of the Treasury; pursuing me
to the last; drew his pen through all the other items; and simply marked
in the margin 〃Not allowed。〃  So; the dread alternative is embraced at
last。  Repudiation has begun!  The nation is lost。

I am done with official life for the present。  Let those clerks who are
willing to be imposed on remain。  I know numbers of them in the
departments who are never informed when there is to be a Cabinet meeting;
whose advice is never asked about war; or finance; or commerce; by the
heads of the nation; any more than if they were not connected with the
government; and who actually stay in their offices day after day and
work!  They know their importance to the nation; and they unconsciously
show it in their bearing; and the way they order their sustenance at the
restaurantbut they work。  I know one who has to paste all sorts of
little scraps from the newspapers into a scrapbooksometimes as many as
eight or ten scraps a day。  He doesn't do it well; but he does it as well
as he can。  It is very fatiguing。  It is exhausting to the intellect。
Yet he only gets eighteen hundred dollars a year。  With a brain like his;
that young man could amass thousands and thousands of dollars in some
other pursuit; if he chose to do it。  But nohis heart is with his
country; and he will serve her as long as she has got a scrapbook left。
And I know clerks that don't know how to write very well; but such
knowledge as they possess they nobly lay at the feet of their country;
and toil on and suffer for twenty…five hundred dollars a year。  What they
write has to be written over again by other clerks sometimes; but when a
man has done his best for his country; should his country complain?  Then
there are clerks that have no clerkships; and are waiting; and waiting;
and waiting for a vacancywaiting patiently for a chance to help their
country outand while they; are waiting; they only get barely two
thousand dollars a year for it。  It is sad it is very; very sad。  When a
member of Congress has a friend who is gifted; but has no employment
wherein his great powers may be brought to bear; he confers him upon his
country; and gives him a clerkship in a department。  And there that man
has to slave his life out; fighting documents for the benefit of a nation
that never thinks of him; never sympathizes with himand all for two
thousand or three thousand dollars a year。  When I shall have completed
my list of all the clerks in the several departments; with my statement
of what they have to do; and what they get for it; you will see that
there are not half enough clerks; and that what there are do not get half
enough pay。






HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

The following I find in a Sandwich Island paper which some friend has
sent me from that tranquil far…off retreat。  The coincidence between my
own experience and that here set down by the late Mr。 Benton is so
remarkable that I cannot forbear publishing and commenting upon the
paragraph。  The Sandwich Island paper says:

How touching is this tribute of the late Hon。 T。 H。 Benton to his
mother's influence:'My mother asked me never to use tobacco; I have
never touched it from that time to the present day。  She asked me not to
gamble; and I have never gambled。  I cannot tell who is losing in games
that are being played。  She admonished me; too; against liquor…drinking;
and whatever capacity for endurance I have at present; and whatever
usefulness I may have attained through life; I attribute to having
complied with her pious and correct wishes。  When I was seven years of
age she asked me not to drink; and then I made a resolution of total
abstinence; and that I have adhered to it through all time I owe to my
mother。〃

I never saw anything so curious。  It is almost an exact epitome of my own
moral careerafter simply substituting a grandmother for a mother。  How
well I remember my grandmother's asking me not to use tobacco; good old
soul!  She said; 〃You're at it again; are you; you whelp?  Now don't ever
let me catch you chewing tobacco before breakfast again; or I lay I'll
blacksnake you within an inch of your life!〃  I have never touched it at
that hour of the morning from that time to the present day。

She asked me not to gamble。  She whispered and said; 〃Put up those wicked
cards this minute!two pair and a jack; you numskull; and the other
fellow's got a flush!〃

I never have gambled from that day to thisnever oncewithout a 〃cold
deck〃 in my pocket。  I cannot even tell who is going to lose in games
that are being played unless I deal myself。

When I was two years of age she asked me not to drink; and then I made a
resolution of total abstinence。  That I have adhered to it and enjoyed
the beneficent effects of it through all time; I owe to my grandmother。
I have never drunk a drop from that day to this of any kind of water。






HONORED AS A CURIOSITY

If you get into conversation with a stranger in Honolulu; and experience
that natural desire to know what sort of ground you are treading on by
finding out what manner of man your stranger is; strike out boldly and
address him as 〃Captain。〃  Watch him narrowly; and if you see by his
countenance that you are on the wrong track; ask him where he preaches。
It is a safe bet that he is either a missionary or captain of a whaler。
I became personally acquainted with seventy…two captains and ninety…six
missionaries。  The captains and ministers form one…half of the
population; the third fourth is composed of common Kanakas and mercantile
foreigners and their families; and the final fourth is made up of high
officers of the Hawaiian Government。  And there are just about cats
enough for three apiece all around。

A solemn stranger met me in the suburbs one day; and said:

〃Good morning; your reverence。  Preach in the stone church yonder; no
doubt!〃

〃No; I don't。  I'm not a preacher。〃

〃Really; I beg your pardon; captain。  I trust you had a good season。  How
much oil〃

〃Oil!  Why; what do you take me for?  I'm not a whaler。〃

〃Oh!  I beg a thousand pardons; your Excellency。  Major…General in the
household troops; no doubt?  Minister of the Interior; likely?  Secretary
of War?  First Gentleman of the Bedchamber?  Commissioner of the Royal〃

〃Stuff; man!  I'm not connected in any way with the government。〃

〃Bless my life!  Then who the mischief are you? what the mischief are
you? and how the mischief did you get here? and where in thunder did you
come from?〃

〃I'm only a private personagean unassuming strangerlately arrived
from America。〃

〃 No!  Not a missionary! not a whaler! not a member of his Majesty's
government! not even a Secretary of the Navy!  Ah!  Heaven! it is too
blissful to be true; alas! I do but dream。  And yet that noble; honest
countenancethose oblique; ingenuous eyesthat massive head; incapable
ofof anything; your hand; give me your hand; bright waif。  Excuse these
tears。  For sixteen weary years I have yearned for a moment like this;
and〃

Here his feelings were too much for him; and he swooned away。  I pitied
this poor creature from the bottom of my heart。  I was deeply moved。
I shed a few tears on him; and kissed him for his mother。  I then took
what small change he had; and 〃shoved。〃






FIRST INTERVIEW WITH ARTEMUS WARD 'Written about 1870。'

I had never seen him before。  He brought letters of introduction from
mutual friends in San Francisco; and by invitation I breakfasted with
him。  It was almost religion; there in the silver…mines; to precede such
a meal with whisky cocktails。  Artemus; with the true cosmopolitan
instinct; always deferred to the customs of the country he was in; and so
he ordered three of those abominations。  Hingston was present。  I said I
would rather not drink a whisky cocktail。  I said it would go right to my
head; and confuse me so that I would be in a helpless tangle in ten
minutes。  I did not want to act like a lunatic before strangers。  But
Artemus gently insisted; and I drank the treasonable mixture under
protest; and felt all the time that I was doing a thing I might be sorry
for。  In a minute or two I began to imagine that my ideas were clouded。
I waited in great anxiety for the conversation to open; with a sort of
vague hope that my understanding would prove clear; after all; and my
misgivings groundless。

Artemus dropped an unimportant

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