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1、【英文读物】The AmbiguitiesTO Greylocks Most Excellent Majesty. TO Greylocks Most Excellent Majesty. IN old times authors were proud of the privilege of dedicating their works to Majesty. A right noble custom, which we of Berkshire must revive. For whether we will or no, Majesty is all around us here in B

2、erkshire, sitting as in a grand Congress of Vienna of majestical hill-tops, and eternally challenging our homage. But since the majestic mountain, Greylockmy own more immediate sovereign lord and kinghath now, for innumerable ages, been the one grand dedicatee of the earliest rays of all the Berkshi

3、re mornings, I know not how his Imperial Purple Majesty (royal-born: Porphyrogenitus) will receive the dedication of my own poor solitary ray. Nevertheless, forasmuch as I, dwelling with my loyal neighbors, the Maples and the Beeches, in the amphitheater over which his central majesty presides, have

4、 received his most bounteous and unstinted fertilizations, it is but meet, that I here devoutly kneel, and render up my gratitude, whether, thereto, The Most Excellent Purple Majesty of Greylock benignantly incline his hoary crown or no. Pittsfield, Mass. TABLE OF CONTENBOOK I. PIERRE JUST EMERGING

5、FROM HIS TEENS. I. THERE are some strange summer mornings in the country, when he who is but a sojourner from the city shall early walk forth into the fields, and be wonder-smitten with the trance-like aspect of the green and golden world. Not a flower stirs; the trees forget to wave; the grass itse

6、lf seems to have ceased to grow; and all Nature, as if suddenly become conscious of her own profound mystery, and feeling no refuge from it but silence, sinks into this wonderful and indescribable repose. Such was the morning in June, when, issuing from the embowered and high-gabled old home of his

7、fathers, Pierre, dewily refreshed and spiritualized by sleep, gayly entered the long, wide, elm-arched street of the village, and half unconsciously bent his steps toward a cottage, which peeped into view near the end of the vista. The verdant trance lay far and wide; and through it nothing came but

8、 the brindled kine, dreamily wandering to their pastures, followed, not driven, by ruddy-cheeked, white-footed boys. As touched and bewitched by the loveliness of this silence, Pierre neared the cottage, and lifted his eyes, he swiftly paused, fixing his glance upon one upper, open casement there. W

9、hy now this impassioned, youthful pause? Why this enkindled cheek and eye? Upon the sill of the casement, a snow-white glossy pillow reposes, and a trailing shrub has softly rested a rich, crimson flower against it. Well mayst thou seek that pillow, thou odoriferous flower, thought Pierre; not an ho

10、ur ago, her own cheek must have rested there. Lucy! Pierre! As heart rings to heart those voices rang, and for a moment, in the bright hush of the morning, the two stood silently but ardently eying each other, beholding mutual reflections of a boundless admiration and love. Nothing but Pierre, laugh

11、ed the youth, at last; thou hast forgotten to bid me good-morning. That would be little. Good-mornings, good-evenings, good days, weeks, months, and years to thee, Pierre;bright Pierre!Pierre! Truly, thought the youth, with a still gaze of inexpressible fondness; truly the skies do ope, and this inv

12、oking angel looks down.I would return thee thy manifold good-mornings, Lucy, did not that presume thou hadst lived through a night; and by Heaven, thou belongst to the regions of an infinite day! Fie, now, Pierre; why should ye youths always swear when ye love! Because in us love is profane, since i

13、t mortally reaches toward the heaven in ye! There thou flyst again, Pierre; thou art always circumventing me so. Tell me, why should ye youths ever show so sweet an expertness in turning all trifles of ours into trophies of yours? I know not how that is, but ever was it our fashion to do. And shakin

14、g the casement shrub, he dislodged the flower, and conspicuously fastened it in his bosom.I must away now, Lucy; see! under these colors I march. Bravissimo! oh, my only recruit! II. PIERRE was the only son of an affluent, and haughty widow; a lady who externally furnished a singular example of the

15、preservative and beautifying influences of unfluctuating rank, health, and wealth, when joined to a fine mind of medium culture, uncankered by any inconsolable grief, and never worn by sordid cares. In mature age, the rose still miraculously clung to her cheek; litheness had not yet completely uncoi

16、led itself from her waist, nor smoothness unscrolled itself from her brow, nor diamondness departed from her eyes. So that when lit up and bediademed by ball-room lights, Mrs. Glendinning still eclipsed far younger charms, and had she chosen to encourage them, would have been followed by a train of

17、infatuated suitors, little less young than her own son Pierre. But a reverential and devoted son seemed lover enough for this widow Bloom; and besides all this, Pierre when namelessly annoyed, and sometimes even jealously transported by the too ardent admiration of the handsome youths, who now and t

18、hen, caught in unintended snares, seemed to entertain some insane hopes of wedding this unattainable being; Pierre had more than once, with a playful malice, openly sworn, that the mangray-beard, or beardlesswho should dare to propose marriage to his mother, that man would by some peremptory unrevea

19、led agency immediately disappear from the earth. This romantic filial love of Pierre seemed fully returned by the triumphant maternal pride of the widow, who in the clear-cut lineaments and noble air of the son, saw her own graces strangely translated into the opposite sex. There was a striking pers

20、onal resemblance between them; and as the mother seemed to have long stood still in her beauty, heedless of the passing years; so Pierre seemed to meet her half-way, and by a splendid precocity of form and feature, almost advanced himself to that mature stand-point in Time, where his pedestaled moth

21、er so long had stood. In the playfulness of their unclouded love, and with that strange license which a perfect confidence and mutual understanding at all points, had long bred between them, they were wont to call each other brother and sister. Both in public and private this was their usage; nor wh

22、en thrown among strangers, was this mode of address ever suspected for a sportful assumption; since the amaranthiness of Mrs. Glendinning fully sustained this youthful pretension.Thus freely and lightsomely for mother and son flowed on the pure joined current of life. But as yet the fair river had n

23、ot borne its waves to those sideways repelling rocks, where it was thenceforth destined to be forever divided into two unmixing streams. An excellent English author of these times enumerating the prime advantages of his natal lot, cites foremost, that he first saw the rural light. So with Pierre. It

24、 had been his choice fate to have been born and nurtured in the country, surrounded by scenery whose uncommon loveliness was the perfect mould of a delicate and poetic mind; while the popular names of its finest features appealed to the proudest patriotic and family associations of the historic line

25、 of Glendinning. On the meadows which sloped away from the shaded rear of the manorial mansion, far to the winding river, an Indian battle had been fought, in the earlier days of the colony, and in that battle the paternal great-grandfather of Pierre, mortally wounded, had sat unhorsed on his saddle

26、 in the grass, with his dying voice, still cheering his men in the fray. This was Saddle-Meadows, a name likewise extended to the mansion and the village. Far beyond these plains, a days walk for Pierre, rose the storied heights, where in the Revolutionary War his grandfather had for several months

27、defended a rude but all-important stockaded fort, against the repeated combined assaults of Indians, Tories, and Regulars. From before that fort, the gentlemanly, but murderous half-breed, Brandt, had fled, but had survived to dine with General Glendinning, in the amicable times which followed that

28、vindictive war. All the associations of Saddle-Meadows were full of pride to Pierre. The Glendinning deeds by which their estate had so long been held, bore the cyphers of three Indian kings, the aboriginal and only conveyancers of those noble woods and plains. Thus loftily, in the days of his circu

29、mscribed youth, did Pierre glance along the background of his race; little recking of that maturer and larger interior development, which should forever deprive these things of their full power of pride in his soul. But the breeding of Pierre would have been unwisely contracted, had his youth been u

30、nintermittingly passed in these rural scenes. At a very early period he had begun to accompany his father and motherand afterwards his mother alonein their annual visits to the city; where naturally mingling in a large and polished society, Pierre had insensibly formed himself in the airier graces o

31、f life, without enfeebling the vigor derived from a martial race, and fostered in the countrys clarion air. Nor while thus liberally developed in person and manners, was Pierre deficient in a still better and finer culture. Not in vain had he spent long summer afternoons in the deep recesses of his

32、fathers fastidiously picked and decorous library; where the Spenserian nymphs had early led him into many a maze of all-bewildering beauty. Thus, with a graceful glow on his limbs, and soft, imaginative flames in his heart, did this Pierre glide toward maturity, thoughtless of that period of remorse

33、less insight, when all these delicate warmths should seem frigid to him, and he should madly demand more ardent fires. Nor had that pride and love which had so bountifully provided for the youthful nurture of Pierre, neglected his culture in the deepest element of all. It had been a maxim with the f

34、ather of Pierre, that all gentlemanhood was vain; all claims to it preposterous and absurd, unless the primeval gentleness and golden humanities of religion had been so thoroughly wrought into the complete texture of the character, that he who pronounced himself gentleman, could also rightfully assu

35、me the meek, but kingly style of Christian. At the age of sixteen, Pierre partook with his mother of the Holy Sacraments. It were needless, and more difficult, perhaps, to trace out precisely the absolute motives which prompted these youthful vows. Enough, that as to Pierre had descended the numerou

36、s other noble qualities of his ancestors; and as he now stood heir to their forests and farms; so by the same insensible sliding process, he seemed to have inherited their docile homage to a venerable Faith, which the first Glendinning had brought over sea, from beneath the shadow of an English mini

37、ster. Thus in Pierre was the complete polished steel of the gentleman, girded with Religions silken sash; and his great-grandfathers soldierly fate had taught him that the generous sash should, in the last bitter trial, furnish its wearer with Glorys shroud; so that what through life had been worn f

38、or Graces sake, in death might safely hold the man. But while thus all alive to the beauty and poesy of his fathers faith, Pierre little foresaw that this world hath a secret deeper than beauty, and Life some burdens heavier than death. So perfect to Pierre had long seemed the illuminated scroll of

39、his life thus far, that only one hiatus was discoverable by him in that sweetly-writ manuscript. A sister had been omitted from the text. He mourned that so delicious a feeling as fraternal love had been denied him. Nor could the fictitious title, which he so often lavished upon his mother, at all s

40、upply the absent reality. This emotion was most natural; and the full cause and reason of it even Pierre did not at that time entirely appreciate. For surely a gentle sister is the second best gift to a man; and it is first in point of occurrence; for the wife comes after. He who is sisterless, is a

41、s a bachelor before his time. For much that goes to make up the deliciousness of a wife, already lies in the sister. Oh, had my father but had a daughter! cried Pierre; some one whom I might love, and protect, and fight for, if need be. It must be a glorious thing to engage in a mortal quarrel on a

42、sweet sisters behalf! Now, of all things, would to heaven, I had a sister! Thus, ere entranced in the gentler bonds of a lover; thus often would Pierre invoke heaven for a sister; but Pierre did not then know, that if there be any thing a man might well pray against, that thing is the responsive gra

43、tification of some of the devoutest prayers of his youth. It may have been that this strange yearning of Pierre for a sister, had part of its origin in that still stranger feeling of loneliness he sometimes experienced, as not only the solitary head of his family, but the only surnamed male Glendinn

44、ing extant. A powerful and populous family had by degrees run off into the female branches; so that Pierre found himself surrounded by numerous kinsmen and kinswomen, yet companioned by no surnamed male Glendinning, but the duplicate one reflected to him in the mirror. But in his more wonted natural

45、 mood, this thought was not wholly sad to him. Nay, sometimes it mounted into an exultant swell. For in the ruddiness, and flushfulness, and vain-gloriousness of his youthful soul, he fondly hoped to have a monopoly of glory in capping the fame-column, whose tall shaft had been erected by his noble

46、sires. In all this, how unadmonished was our Pierre by that foreboding and prophetic lesson taught, not less by Palmyras quarries, than by Palmyras ruins. Among those ruins is a crumbling, uncompleted shaft, and some leagues off, ages ago left in the quarry, is the crumbling corresponding capital, a

47、lso incomplete. These Time seized and spoiled; these Time crushed in the egg; and the proud stone that should have stood among the clouds, Time left abased beneath the soil. Oh, what quenchless feud is this, that Time hath with the sons of Men! III. IT has been said that the beautiful country round

48、about Pierre appealed to very proud memories. But not only through the mere chances of things, had that fine country become ennobled by the deeds of his sires, but in Pierres eyes, all its hills and swales seemed as sanctified through their very long uninterrupted possession by his race. That fond i

49、deality which, in the eyes of affection, hallows the least trinket once familiar to the person of a departed love; with Pierre that talisman touched the whole earthly landscape about him; for remembering that on those hills his own fine fathers had gazed; through those woods, over these lawns, by that stream, along these tangled paths, many a grand-dame of his had merrily s