第 21 节
作者:花旗      更新:2022-03-26 18:11      字数:9322
  absurd reason for choosing a residence; was entirely satisfactory to Janet MacEvoy。
  〃Och; nae doubt!  if it was the land of her fathers; there was nae mair to be said。  Put it was queer that her family estate should just lie at the town tail; and covered with houses; where the King's cowsCot bless them; hide and hornused to craze upon。 It was strange changes。〃  She mused a little; and then added:  〃Put it is something better wi' Croftangry when the changes is frae the field to the habited place; and not from the place of habitation to the desert; for Shanet; her nainsell; kent a glen where there were men as weel as there may be in Croftangry; and if there werena altogether sae mony of them; they were as good men in their tartan as the others in their broadcloth。  And there were houses; too; and if they were not biggit with stane and lime; and lofted like the houses at Croftangry; yet they served the purpose of them that lived there; and mony a braw bonnet; and mony a silk snood and comely white curch; would come out to gang to kirk or chapel on the Lord's day; and little bairns toddling after。  And nowOch; Och; Ohellany; Ohonari!  the glen is desolate; and the braw snoods and bonnets are gane; and the Saxon's house stands dull and lonely; like the single bare…breasted rock that the falcon builds onthe falcon that drives the heath…bird frae the glen。〃
  Janet; like many Highlanders; was full of imagination; and; when melancholy themes came upon her; expressed herself almost poetically; owing to the genius of the Celtic language in which she thought; and in which; doubtless; she would have spoken; had I understood Gaelic。  In two minutes the shade of gloom and regret had passed from her good…humoured features; and she was again the little; busy; prating; important old woman; undisputed owner of one flat of a small tenement in the Abbey Yard; and about to be promoted to be housekeeper to an elderly bachelor gentleman; Chrystal Croftangry; Esq。
  It was not long before Janet's local researches found out exactly the sort of place I wanted; and there we settled。  Janet was afraid I would not be satisfied; because it is not exactly part of Croftangry; but I stopped her doubts by assuring her it had been part and pendicle thereof in my forefather' time; which passed very well。
  I do not intend to possess any one with an exact knowledge of my lodging; though; as Bobadil says; 〃I care not who knows it; since the cabin is convenient。〃  But I may state in general; that it is a house 〃within itself;〃 or; according to a newer phraseology in advertisements; SELF…CONTAINED; has a garden of near half an acre; and a patch of ground with trees in front。  It boasts five rooms and servants' apartmentslooks in front upon the palace; and from behind towards the hill and crags of the King's Park。 Fortunately; the place had a name; which; with a little improvement; served to countenance the legend which I had imposed on Janet; and would not; perhaps have been sorry if I had been able to impose on myself。  It was called Littlecroft; we have dubbed it Little Croftangry; and the men of letters belonging to the Post Office have sanctioned the change; and deliver letters so addressed。  Thus I am to all intents and purposes Chrystal Croftangry of that Ilk。
  My establishment consists of Janet; an under maid…servant; and a Highland wench for Janet to exercise her Gaelic upon; with a handy lad who can lay the cloth; and take care; besides; of a pony; on which I find my way to Portobello sands; especially when the cavalry have a drill; for; like an old fool as I am; I have not altogether become indifferent to the tramp of horses and the flash of weapons; of which; though no professional soldier; it has been my fate to see something in my youth。  For wet mornings I have my book; is it fine weather?  I visit; or I wander on the Crags; as the humour dictates。  My dinner is indeed solitary; yet not quite so neither; for though Andrew waits; Janetor; as she is to all the world but her master and certain old Highland gossips; Mrs。 MacEvoyattends; bustles about; and desires to see everything is in first…rate order; and to tell me; Cot pless us; the wonderful news of the palace for the day。  When the cloth is removed; and I light my cigar; and begin to husband a pint of port; or a glass of old whisky and water; it is the rule of the house that Janet takes a chair at some distance; and nods or works her stocking; as she may be disposedready to speak; if I am in the talking humour; and sitting quiet as a mouse if I am rather inclined to study a book or the newspaper。  At six precisely she makes my tea; and leaves me to drink it; and then occurs an interval of time which most old bachelors find heavy on their hands。  The theatre is a good occasional resource; especially if Will Murray acts; or a bright star of eminence shines forth; but it is distant; and so are one or two public societies to which I belong。  Besides; these evening walks are all incompatible with the elbow…chair feeling; which desires some employment that may divert the mind without fatiguing the body。
  Under the influence of these impressions; I have sometimes thought of this literary undertaking。  I must have been the Bonassus himself to have mistaken myself for a genius; yet I have leisure and reflections like my neighbours。  I am a borderer; also; between two generations; and can point out more; perhaps; than others of those fading traces of antiquity which are daily vanishing; and I know many a modern instance and many an old tradition; and therefore I ask
  〃What ails me; I may not as well as they    Rake up some threadbare tales; that mouldering lay    In chimney corners; wont by Christmas fires    To read and rock to sleep our ancient sires?    No man his threshold better knows; than I    Brute's first arrival and first victory;    Saint George's sorrel and his cross of blood;    Arthur's round board and Caledonian wood。〃
  No shop is so easily set up as an antiquary's。  Like those of the lowest order of pawnbrokers; a commodity of rusty iron; a bay or two of hobnails; a few odd shoe…buckles; cashiered kail…pots; and fire…irons declared incapable of service; are quite sufficient to set him up。  If he add a sheaf or two of penny ballads and broadsides; he is a great manan extensive trader。  And then; like the pawnbrokers aforesaid; if the author understands a little legerdemain; he may; by dint of a little picking and stealing; make the inside of his shop a great deal richer than the out; and be able to show you things which cause those who do not understand the antiquarian trick of clean conveyance to wonder how the devil he came by them。
  It may be said that antiquarian articles interest but few customers; and that we may bawl ourselves as rusty as the wares we deal in without any one asking; the price of our merchandise。 But I do not rest my hopes upon this department of my labours only。  I propose also to have a corresponding shop for Sentiment; and Dialogues; and Disquisition; which may captivate the fancy of those who have no relish; as the established phrase goes; for pure antiquitya sort of greengrocer's stall erected in front of my ironmongery wares; garlanding the rusty memorials of ancient times with cresses; cabbages; leeks; and water purpy。
  As I have some idea that I am writing too well to be understood; I humble myself to ordinary language; and aver; with becoming modesty; that I do think myself capable of sustaining a publication of a miscellaneous nature; as like to the Spectator or the Guardian; the Mirror or the Lounger; as my poor abilities may be able to accomplish。  Not that I have any purpose of imitating Johnson; whose general learning and power of expression I do not deny; but many of whose Ramblers are little better than a sort of pageant; where trite and obvious maxims are made to swagger in lofty and mystic language; and get some credit only because they are not easily understood。  There are some of the great moralist's papers which I cannot peruse without thinking on a second…rate masquerade; where the best…known and least…esteemed characters in town march in as heroes; and sultans; and so forth; and; by dint of tawdry dresses; get some consideration until they are found out。  It is not; however; prudent to commence with throwing stones; just when I am striking out windows of my own。
  I think even the local situation of Little Croftangry may be considered as favourable to my undertaking。  A nobler contrast there can hardly exist than that of the huge city; dark with the smoke of ages; and groaning with the various sounds of active industry or idle revel; and the lofty and craggy hill; silent and solitary as the graveone exhibiting the full tide of existence; pressing and precipitating itself forward with the force of an inundation; the other resembling some time…worn anchorite; whose life passes as silent and unobserved as the slender rill which escapes unheard; and scarce seen; from  the fountain of his patron saint。  The city resembles the busy temple; where the modern Comus and Mammon hold their court; and thousands sacrifice ease; independence; and virtue itself at their shrine; the misty and lonely mountain seems as a throne to the majestic but terrible Ge