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篇一

ATMONASTERYGATES

Nowomanhasevercrossedtheinnerthreshold,orshallevercross

it,unlessaqueen,Englishorforeign,shouldclaimherprivilege.

Therefore,ifawomanrecordsheretheslighterthingsvisibleof

themonasticlife,itisonlybecauseshewasnotadmittedtosee

morethanbeautifulcourtesyandfriendlinesswereabletoshowher

inguest-houseandgarden.

TheMonasteryisoffresh-lookingGothic,byPugin-thefirst

ofthedynasty：itisreachedbythewhiteroadsofalimestone

country,andbackedbyayoungplantation,anditgathersitsgroup

ofbuildingsinaclefthighupamongthehillsofWales.Thebrown

habitisthis,andthesearethesandals,thatcomeandgobyhills

offiner,sharper,andloftierline,edgingtheduskanddawnof

anUmbriansky.JustsuchaViaCrucisclimbstheheightaboveOrta,

andfromthefootofitsfinalcrucifixyoucanseethesunrisetouch

thetopofMonteRosa,whiletheencircledlakebelowiscoolwith

thelastofthenight.Thesameorderoffriarskeepthatsub-Alpine

MonteSacro,andthesamehavesettheKreuzbergbeyondBonnwith

thesamesteeppathbythesamefourteenchapels,facingtheSeven

MountainsandtheRhine.

Here,inNorthWales,remoteasthecountryis,withthewheat

greenovertheblunthill-tops,andtheskyvibratingwithlarks,

alongwingofsmokeliesroundthehorizon.Thecountry,rather

thinlyandlanguidlycultivatedabove,hasavaluablesub-soil,and

isburrowedwithmines;thebreathofpitandfactory,outofsight,

thickensthelowersky,andliesheavilyoverthesandsofDee.It

leavestheupperblueclearandtheheadofOrion,butdimsthe

flickerofSiriusandshortensthesteadyrayoftheeveningstar.

Thepeoplescatteredaboutarenotminingpeople,buthalfhearted

agriculturists,andverypoor.Theircottagesarerathercabins;

notatiledroofisinthecountry,buttheslateshavetakensome

beautywithtime,havingdipsanddimples,andgrassupontheiredges.

Thewallsareallthicklywhitewashed,whichisapleasuretosee.

Howwillinglywouldoneswishtheharmlesswhitewashovermorethan

halfthecolour-overallthechocolateandalltheblue-with

whichthebuildingsoftheworldarestained!Youcouldnotwish

forabetter,simpler,orfresherharmonythanwhitewashmakeswith

theslightsunshineandthebrightgreyofanEnglishsky.

Thegrey-stone,grey-roofedmonasterylooksyounginonesense

-itismodern;andthefriarslookyounginanother-theyarelike

theirbrothersofanearliertime.Noone,exceptthejournalists

ofyesterday,wouldspenduponthemthosetediouswords,“quaint,〃

or"oldworld.〃Nosuchwearyadjectivesarespokenhere,unless

itbebytheexcursionists.

Withlargeapronstiedovertheirbrownhabits,theLayBrothers

workupontheirland,plantingparsnipsinrows,ortendinga

prosperousbee-farm.Ayoungfriar,whosangtheHighMassyesterday,

isgailyhangingthewashedlineninthesun.Aprintingpress,and

amachinewhichslicesturnips,areatworkinanouthouse,andthe

yardtherebyisguardedbyaStBernard,whosesingleevildeedwas

thatunderoneoftheobscureimpulsesofadogsheart-atonedfor

bylongandself-consciousremorsehebitthepoet;andtried,says

oneofthefriars,tomakedoggerelofhim.Thepoet,too,lives

atthemonasterygates,andonmonasteryground,inaseclusionwhich

thetidingsofthesequenceofhiseditionshardlyreaches.There

isnodisturbingrenowntobegotamongthecabinsoftheFlintshire

hills.Homeward,overtheverge,fromothervalleys,hislight

figureflitsatnightfall,likeamoth.

Tothecomingandgoingofthefriars,too,thevillagepeople

havebecomewellused,andtheinfrequentexcursionists,forlack

ofintelligenceandofanyknowledgethatwouldrefertohistory,

lookatthemwithoutobtrusivecuriosity.Itwasonlyfroma

SalvationArmygirlthatyouheardthebrutalwordofcontempt.She

hadcometotheplacewithsomecompanions,andwiththemwas

trespassing,asshewaswelcometodo,withinthemonasterygrounds.

Shestood,afigureforBournemouthpier,inhergrotesquebonnet,

andwatchedthesonoftheUmbriansaint-thefriarwhowalksamong

theGiottofrescoesatAssisiandbetweenthecypressesofBello

Sguardo,andhaspacedthecenturiescontinuallysincethecoming

ofthefriars.Onemighthaveaskedofherthekindnessofa

fellow-feeling.Sheandhealikeweresohabitedastoshowtheworld

thattheirlifewasalooffromits"idlebusiness.，zBysomesuch

phrase,atleast,thefriarwouldassuredlyhaveattemptedto

includeherinanyspiritualhonoursascribedtohim.Oronemight

haveaskedofherthecondescensionofforbearance."Onlyfancy,〃

saidtheSalvationArmygirl,watchingthefriaroutofsight,“only

fancymakingsuchafoolofonesself!，z

Thegreathoodofthefriars,whichisdrawnovertheheadin

Zurbaransecstaticpicture,isturnedtousewhenthefriarsare

busy.Asapocketitrelievestheover-burdenedhands.Abottleof

thelocalwhitewinemadebythebrotherhoodatGenoa,andsentto

thishousebytheWest,iscarriedinthecowlasapresenttothe

strangeratthegates.Thefriarstellhowabrotherresolved,at

Shrovetide,tomakepancakes,andnotonlytomake,butalsototoss

them.Thosewhochancedtobeintheroomstoodprudentlyaside,

andthebrothertossedboldly.Butthatwasthelastthatwasseen

ofhishandiwork.VictorHugosingsinLaLegendedesSieclesof

disappearanceasthethingwhichnocreatureisabletoachieve：

heretheimpossibilityseemedtobeaccomplishedbyquitean

ordinaryandasimplepancake.Itwascleangone,andtherewasan

endofit.Norcouldanyexplanationofthisceasingofapancake

fromthemidstofthevisibleworldbesomuchasdivinedbythe

spectators.Itwasonlywhenthebrother,inchurch,kneltdownto

meditateanddrewhiscowlabouthisheadthattheaccidentwas

explained.

Everymidnightthesweetcontraltobellscallthecommunity,who

getupgailytothisdifficultservice.Ofalldutiesthisonenever

growseasyorfamiliar,andthereforeneverhabitual.Itis

somethingtohavefoundbutoneactalooffromhabit.Itisnotmerely

thatthefriarsovercomethehabitofsleep.Thesubtlerpointis

thattheycanneveracquirethehabitofsacrificingsleep.What

art,whatliterature,orwhatlifebutwouldgainasecretsecurity

bysuchapointofperpetualfreshnessandperpetualinitiative?

Itisnotpossibletogetupatmidnightwithoutawillthatisnew

nightbynight.Soshouldthewritersworkbedone,and,withan

intentionperpetuallyunique,thepoets.

ThecontraltobellshavetaughttheseWesternhillsthe"Angelus”

oftheFrenchfields,andthehourofnight-loradinotte-which

ringswithsomelancholyanotefromthevillagebelfriesonthe

Adriaticlittoral,whenthelatestlightispassing.Itistheprayer

forthedead：〃0utofthedepthshaveIcrieduntoThee,0Lord.，z

Thelittleflocksofnovices,onpaschalevenings,arefoldedto

thesoundofthateveningprayer.Thecareofthemisthecentral

workofthemonastery,whichisplacedinsoremoteacountrybecause

itisprincipallyaplaceofstudies.Somuchelectintellectand

strengthofheartwithdrawnfromthetrafficoftheworld!True,

thefriarsarenotdoingthetaskwhichCarlylesetmankindasa

refugefromdespair.These"beardedcounsellorsofGod“keeptheir

cells,read,study,suffer,sing,holdsilence;whereastheymight

be"operating"-beautifulword!-upontheStockExchange,or

paintingAcademypictures,ormakingspeeches,orreluctantly

jostlingothermenforplaces.Theymightbeamongtheinvoluntary

busybodieswhoarelivingbyfutiletaskstheneedwhereofisa

discouragedfiction.

Thereisabsolutelynolimittothesuperfluousactivities,to

theart,totheliterature,implicitlyrenouncedbythedwellers

withinsuchwallsasthese.Theoutput-againabeautifulword-

oftheageislessenedbythisabstention.Nonethelesshopesthe

strangerandpilgrimtopauseandknockonceagainuponthose

monasterygates.

篇一

THEHONOURSOFMORTALITY

Thebrillianttalentwhichhasquitelatelyandquitesuddenly-

arisen,todevoteitselftotheuseofthedayoroftheweek,in

illustratedpapers-theenormousproductionofartinblackand

white-isassuredlyaconfessionthattheHonoursofMortalityare

worthworkingfor.Fiftyyearsago,menworkedforthehonoursof

immortality;thesewerethecommonplaceoftheirambition;they

declinedtoattendtothebeautyofthingsofusethatweredestined

tobebrokenandwornout,andtheylookedforwardtosurviving

themselvesbypaintingbadpictures;sothatwhattodowiththeir

badpicturesinadditiontoourownhasbecometheproblemofthe

nationandofthehouseholderalike.To-daymenhavebegantolearn

thattheirsonswillbegratefultothemforfewbequests.Art

consentsatlasttoworkuponthetissueandthechinathataredoomed

tothenaturalandnecessaryend-destruction;andartshowsamost

dignifiedalacritytodoherbest,daily,forthe"process,“and

foroblivion.

Doubtlessthisabandonmentofhopessolargeatonceandsocheap

coststheartistsomething;nay,itimpliesanacceptanceofthe

inevitablethatisnotlessthanheroic.Andtherewardhasbeen

inthesingularandmanifestincreaseofvitalityinthisworkwhich

isdoneforsoshortalife.Fittinglyindeeddoesliferewardthe

acceptanceofdeath,inasmuchastodieistohavebeenalive.There

isarealcirculationofblood-quickuse,briefbeauty,abolition,

recreation.Thehonourofthedayisforeverthehonourofthat

day.Itgoesintothetreasuryofthingsthatarehonestlyand-

completelyendedanddonewith.Andwhencansohappyathingbe

saidofalifelessoil-painting?Whoofthewisewouldhesitate?

Tobehonourableforoneday-onenamedanddatedday,separate

fromallotherdaysoftheages-ortobeforanunlimitedtime

tedious?

篇二

WINDSOFTHEWORLD

Everywindis,oroughttobe,apoet;butoneisclassicand

convertseverythinginhisdayco-unity;anotherisamodernman,

whosewordsclothehisthoughts,asthemoderncriticsusedtosay

prettilyintheearlysixties,andthereforeareseparable.This

wind,again,hasastyle,andthatwindameremanner.Nay,there

arebreezesfromtheeast-south-east,forexample,thathavehardly

evenamanner.Youcanhardlynamethemunlessyoulookattheweather

vane.Sotheydonotconvinceyoubyvoiceorcolourofbreath;you

placetheiroriginandassignthemahistoryaccordingasthe

hesitatingarrowpointsonthetopofyonderill-designedLondon

spire.

Themostcertainandmostconqueringofallisthesouth-westwind.

Youdonotlooktotheweather-vanetodecidewhatshallbethestyle

ofyourgreetingtohismorning.Thereisnoarbitraryruleof

courtesybetweenyouandhim,andyouneednoarrowtopointtohis

distinctions,andtoindicatetoyoutherightmanneroftreating

suchavisitant.

Hepreparesthedawn.Whileitisstilldarktheairiswarned

ofhispresence,andbeforethewindowwasopenedhewasalready

intheroom.Hissun-forthesunishis-risesinasouth-west

mood,withabloomontheblue,thegrey,orthegold.Whenthesouth­

westiscold,thecoldishisowncold-round,blunt,full,and

gradualinitsverystrength.Itisafreshcold,thatcomeswith

anapproach,anddoesnotchallengeyouinthemannerofan

unauthorisedstranger,butinstantlygetsyourleave,andevena

welcometoyourhouseoflife.Hefollowsyourbreathinatyour

throat,andyoureyesareopentolethimin,evenwhenheiscold.

Yourbloodcools,butdoesnothidefromhim.

Hehasasplendidwaywithhissky.Inhisflight,whichisthat,

notofabird,butofaflockofbirds,heflieshighandlowat

once：highwithhishigherclouds,thatkeeplonginthesightof

man,seemingtomoveslowly;andlowwiththecolouredcloudsthat

breastthehillsandareneartothetree-tops.Thesethesouth­

westwindtossesupfromhissofthorizon,roundandsuccessive.

Theyaretintedsomewhatlikeripeclover-fields,orlikehay-fields

justbeforethecutting,whenallthegrassisinflower,andthey

are,oftenerthanallotherclouds,inshadow.Theselow-lying

flocksareswiftandbrief;thewindcaststhembeforehim,from

thewesternvergetotheeastern.

Corothaspaintedsomanysouth-westwindsthatonemightquestion

whetherheeverpainted,inhislatermanneratleast,anyothers.

Hisskiesarethusintheactofflight,withlowercloudsoutrunning

thehigher,thefarthervapoursmovinglikeafleetoutatsea,and

thenearerlikedolphins.Inhis,'ClassicalLandscape：Italy,〃the

masterhasindeedforonceaskythatseemsatanchor,oratleast

thatmoveswith〃nopaceperceived.〃Thevibratingwingsarefolded,

andCorotswind,thatflewthroughsomanysprings,summers,and

Septembersforhim(hewasseldomapainterofverylateautumn),

thatwasmingledwithsomanyaspen-leaves,thatstrewedhisforests

withwoodforthegatherer,andblewthebrokenlightsintothe

glades,ischarmedintostillness,andtheskyintoanotherkind

ofimmortality.Norarethetreesinthisantiquelandscapethetrees

solongintimatewithCorotssouth-westwind,sooftenentangled

withhisuncertaintwilights.Theyareasquietasthecloud,and

suchasthelongandwildbreezesofRomancehavenevershakenor

enlaced.

Uponallourislandsthissouth-westwindistheseawind.But

elsewherethereareseawindsthatarenotfromthesouth-west.They,

too,nonetheless,areconquerors.They,too,arealwaysstrong,

compellingwindsthattakepossessionofthelight,theshadow,the

sun,moon,andstars,andconstrainthemallaliketofeelthesea.

Notafield,notahillside,onasea-windday,butshineswithsome

softsea-lights.Themoonslittleboattossesonasea-windnight.

Thesouth-westwindtakesthehighItaliancoasts.Hegathersthe

ilexwoodstogetherandthrongsthemclose,asasheep-doggathers

thesheep.Theycrowdforshelter,andagreatwall,leaninginland

also,withitsstrongbasetothesea,receivesthem.Itisblank

andsunny,andthetreeswithinaresunnyanddark,serried,and

theirtopssweptandflattenedbymonthsofsea-storms.Onthe

farthersidetherearegardens-gardensthathaveintheirmidst

thosequietestthingsinalltheworldandmostwindless,box-hedges

andponds.Thegardenstakeshelterbehindthescaredandhurried

ilexwoods,andthesea-windsparesthemandbreaksuponthemountain.

Butthegardenalsoishis,andhiswildwarmdayshavefilledit

withorange-treesandroses,andhavegivenalltheabundantcharm

toitsgayneglect,toitsgrass-grownterraces,andtoallits

lapsed,forsaken,andforgottendainties.

NothingofthenatureinthisseawardItalywouldbesobeautiful

withoutthetouchofmanandoftheseagales.

Whenthesouth-westwindbringshisrainhebringsitwiththe

majesticonsetannouncedbyhisbreath.Andwhenthelightfollows,