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2012年5月6日星期日
2012年3月30日星期五
WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS
There are three thousand souls of them. Mon
Dieu! it is like a little republic.
Neither
judge nor bailiff is known there.
The mayor
does everything.
He allots
the imposts, taxes each person conscientiously, judges quarrels for nothing,
divides inheritances without charge, pronounces sentences gratuitously; and he
is obeyed, because he is a just man among simple men." To villages where
he found no schoolmaster, he quoted once more the people of Queyras:
"Do you
know how they manage?" he said.
"Since
a little country of a dozen or fifteen hearths cannot always support a teacher,
they have school-masters who are paid by the whole valley, who make the round
of the villages, spending a week in this one, ten days in that, and instruct
them.
These
teachers go to the fairs. I have seen them there.
They are to
be recognized by the quill pens which they wear in the cord of their hat.
Those who
teach reading only have one pen; those who teach reading and reckoning have two
pens; those who teach reading, reckoning, and Latin have three pens.
But what a
disgrace to be ignorant!
Do like the
people of Queyras!"
Thus he
discoursed gravely and paternally; in default of examples, he invented
parables, going directly to the point, with few phrases and many images, which
characteristic formed the real eloquence of Jesus Christ.
And being
convinced himself, he was persuasive.
BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN
CHAPTER IV
WORKS
CORRESPONDING TO WORDS
His
conversation was gay and affable.
He put
himself on a level with the two old women who had passed their lives beside
him. When he laughed, it was the laugh of a schoolboy.
Madame
Magloire liked to call him Your Grace [Votre Grandeur]. One day he rose from
his arm-chair, and went to his library in search of a book. This book was on
one of the upper shelves.
As the
bishop was rather short of stature, he could not reach it.
"Madame
Magloire," said he, "fetch me a chair.
My greatness
[grandeur] does not reach as far as that shelf."
One of his
distant relatives, Madame la Comtesse de Lo, rarely allowed an opportunity to
escape of enumerating, in his presence, what she designated as "the
expectations" of her three sons. She had numerous relatives, who were very
old and near to death, and of whom her sons were the natural heirs.
The youngest
of the three was to receive from a grand-aunt a good hundred thousand livres of
income; the second was the heir by entail to the title of the Duke, his uncle;
the eldest was to succeed to the peerage of his grandfather.
The Bishop
was accustomed to listen in silence to these innocent and pardonable maternal
boasts.
On one
occasion, however, he appeared to be more thoughtful than usual, while Madame
de Lo was relating once again the details of all these inheritances and all
these "expectations."
She interrupted herself
impatiently: "Mon Dieu, cousin!
Some of the citizens were laughing around him.
BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN
CHAPTER III
A HARD
BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP
The Bishop
did not omit his pastoral visits because he had converted his carriage into
alms.
The diocese
of D---- is a fatiguing one. There are very few plains and a great many
mountains; hardly any roads, as we have just seen; thirty-two curacies,
forty-one vicarships, and two hundred and eighty-five auxiliary chapels.
To visit all
these is quite a task.
The Bishop
managed to do it.
He went on
foot when it was in the neighborhood, in a tilted spring-cart when it was on
the plain, and on a donkey in the mountains.
The two old
women accompanied him. When the trip was too hard for them, he went alone.
One day he
arrived at Senez, which is an ancient episcopal city. He was mounted on an ass.
His purse,
which was very dry at that moment, did not permit him any other equipage.
The mayor of
the town came to receive him at the gate of the town, and watched him dismount
from his ass, with scandalized eyes.
Some of the
citizens were laughing around him.
"Monsieur
the Mayor," said the Bishop, "and Messieurs Citizens, I perceive that
I shock you.
You think it
very arrogant in a poor priest to ride an animal which was used by Jesus
Christ.
I have done
so from necessity, I assure you, and not from vanity."
In the
course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked rather than
preached.
He never
went far in search of his arguments and his examples.
He quoted to
the inhabitants of one district the example of a neighboring district.
In the
cantons where they were harsh to the poor, he said:
"Look
at the people of Briancon! They have conferred on the poor, on widows and
orphans, the right to have their meadows mown three days in advance of every
one else. They rebuild their houses for them gratuitously when they are ruined.
Therefore it is a country which is blessed by God.
For a whole
century, there has not been a single murderer among them."
In villages
which were greedy for profit and harvest, he said: "Look at the people of
Embrun!
If, at the
harvest season, the father of a family has his son away on service in the army,
and his daughters at service in the town, and if he is ill and incapacitated,
the cure recommends him to the prayers of the congregation; and on Sunday,
after the mass, all the inhabitants of the village--men, women, and
children--go to the poor man's field and do his harvesting for him, and carry
his straw and his grain to his granary." To families divided by questions
of money and inheritance he said: "Look at the mountaineers of Devolny, a
country so wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years.
Well, when
the father of a family dies, the boys go off to seek their fortunes, leaving
the property to the girls, so that they may find husbands." To the cantons
which had a taste for lawsuits, and where the farmers ruined themselves in
stamped paper, he said:
"Look at those good
peasants in the Then he stripped himself.
This provoked a great outcry among the
local burgesses; and a senator of the Empire, a former member of the Council of
the Five Hundred which favored the 18 Brumaire, and who was provided with a
magnificent senatorial office in the vicinity of the town of D----, wrote to M.
Bigot de Preameneu, the minister of public worship, a very angry and
confidential note on the subject, from which we extract these authentic
lines:--
"Expenses of carriage?
What can be
done with it in a town of less than four thousand inhabitants?
Expenses of
journeys?
What is the
use of these trips, in the first place?
Next, how
can the posting be accomplished in these mountainous parts?
There are no
roads. No one travels otherwise than on horseback.
Even the
bridge between Durance and Chateau-Arnoux can barely support ox-teams. These
priests are all thus, greedy and avaricious.
This man
played the good priest when he first came.
Now he does
like the rest; he must have a carriage and a posting-chaise, he must have
luxuries, like the bishops of the olden days.
Oh, all this
priesthood! Things will not go well, M. le Comte, until the Emperor has freed
us from these black-capped rascals.
Down with
the Pope!
[Matters
were getting embroiled with Rome
On the
other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame Magloire.
"Good," said she to Mademoiselle Baptistine; "Monseigneur began
with other people, but he has had to wind up with himself, after all. He has
regulated all his charities.
Now here are
three thousand francs for us!
At
last!"
That same
evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a memorandum conceived in
the following terms:--
EXPENSES OF
CARRIAGE AND CIRCUIT.
For furnishing meat soup to the patients in
the hospital. 1,500 livres
For the maternity charitable society of Aix
. . . . . . . 250 "
For the maternity charitable society of
Draguignan . . . 250 "
For foundlings . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . 500 "
For orphans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . 500 "
Total . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . 3,000 "
Such was M.
Myriel's budget.
As for the
chance episcopal perquisites, the fees for marriage bans, dispensations,
private baptisms, sermons, benedictions, of churches or chapels, marriages,
etc., the Bishop levied them on the wealthy with all the more asperity, since
he bestowed them on the needy.
After a
time, offerings of money flowed in.
Those who
had and those who lacked knocked at M. Myriel's door,--the latter in search of
the alms which the former came to deposit.
In less than
a year the Bishop had become the treasurer of all benevolence and the cashier
of all those in distress.
Considerable
sums of money passed through his hands, but nothing could induce him to make
any change whatever in his mode of life, or add anything superfluous to his
bare necessities.
Far from it.
As there is
always more wretchedness below than there is brotherhood above, all was given
away, so to speak, before it was received.
It was like
water on dry soil; no matter how much money he received, he never had any.
Then he
stripped himself.
The usage
being that bishops shall announce their baptismal names at the head of their
charges and their pastoral letters, the poor people of the country-side had
selected, with a sort of affectionate instinct, among the names and prenomens
of their bishop, that which had a meaning for them; and they never called him
anything except Monseigneur Bienvenu [Welcome]. We will follow their example,
and will also call him thus when we have occasion to name him.
Moreover,
this appellation pleased him.
"I like
that name," said he.
"Bienvenu
makes up for the Monseigneur."
We do not
claim that the portrait herewith presented is probable; we confine ourselves to
stating that it resembles the original.
"I should think so!" exclaimed Madame Magloire.
For the little seminary . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . 1,500 livres
Society of the mission . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . 100 "
For the Lazarists of Montdidier . . . . . .
. . . . 100 "
Seminary for foreign missions in Paris
Congregation of the Holy Spirit . . . . . .
. . . . 150 "
Religious establishments of the Holy Land . . . . . 100 "
Charitable maternity societies . . . . . .
. . . . 300 "
Extra, for that of Arles
Work for the amelioration of prisons . . .
. . . . 400 "
Work for the relief and delivery of
prisoners . . . 500 "
To liberate fathers of families
incarcerated for debt 1,000 "
Addition to the salary of the poor teachers
of thediocese . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2,000 "
Public granary of the Hautes-Alpes . . . .
. . . . 100 "
Congregation of the ladies of D----, of
Manosque, and of Sisteron, for the gratuitous instruction of poor girls . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,500 "
For the poor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . 6,000 "
My personal expenses . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . 1,000 "
Total . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. 15,000 "
M. Myriel
made no change in this arrangement during the entire period that he occupied
the see of D---- As has been seen, he called it regulating his household
expenses.
This
arrangement was accepted with absolute submission by Mademoiselle Baptistine.
This holy
woman regarded Monseigneur of D---- as at one and the same time her brother and
her bishop, her friend according to the flesh and her superior according to the
Church. She simply loved and venerated him.
When he
spoke, she bowed; when he acted, she yielded her adherence.
Their only
servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little.
It will be
observed that Monsieur the Bishop had reserved for himself only one thousand
livres, which, added to the pension of Mademoiselle Baptistine, made fifteen
hundred francs a year.
On these
fifteen hundred francs these two old women and the old man subsisted.
And when a
village curate came to D----, the Bishop still found means to entertain him,
thanks to the severe economy of Madame Magloire, and to the intelligent
administration of Mademoiselle Baptistine.
One day,
after he had been in D---- about three months, the Bishop said:--
"And
still I am quite cramped with it all!"
"I
should think so!" exclaimed Madame Magloire.
"Monseigneur
has not even claimed the allowance which the department owes him for the
expense of his carriage in town, and for his journeys about the diocese.
It was
customary for bishops in former days."
"Hold!"
cried the Bishop, "you are quite right, Madame Magloire."
And he made
his demand.
Some time
afterwards the General Council took this demand under consideration, and voted
him an annual sum of three thousand francs, under this heading:
Allowance to
M. the Bishop for expenses of carriage, expenses of posting, and expenses of
pastoral visits.
“My God!” he said, with tears in his eyes, “how could you do it?”
“Well, young
man?” he said with a sign, and from under his lifted eyebrows he glanced into Rostov Rostov
“Come here,”
said Rostov, taking Telyanin by the arm. He almost dragged him to the window.
“That’s Denisov’s money; you took it …” he whispered in his ear.
“What? … what?
… How dare you? What?” … said Telyanin. But the words sounded like a plaintive,
despairing cry and prayer for forgiveness. As soon as Rostov
“God knows
what the people here may think,” muttered Telyanin, snatching up his forage-cap
and turning towards a small empty room. “You must explain …”
“I know that,
and I’ll prove it,” said Rostov.
“I …”
The terrified, white face of Telyanin began
twitching in every muscle; his eyes still moved uneasily, but on the ground,
never rising to the level of Rostov
“Count! …
don’t ruin a young man … here is the wretched money, take it.” … He threw it on
the table. “I’ve an old father and mother!”
“My God!” he
said, with tears in his eyes, “how could you do it?”
“Count,” said
Telyanin, coming nearer to the ensign.
“Don’t touch
me,” said Rostov, drawing back. “If you’re in need take the money.”
He thrust a purse on him and ran out of the
restaurant.
Chapter 5
IN THE EVENING of the same day a lively
discussion was taking place in Denisov’s quarters between some officers of the
squadron.
“But I tell
you, Rostov, that you must apologise to the colonel,” the tall staff-captain
was saying, addressing Rostov, who was crimson with excitement. The
staff-captain, Kirsten, a man with grizzled hair, immense whiskers, thick
features and a wrinkled face, had been twice degraded to the ranks for affairs
of honour, and had twice risen again to holding a commission.
f f& m h n � � �� cs, which sufficed for
her personal wants at the vicarage.
M. Myriel
received from the State, in his quality of bishop, a salary of fifteen thousand
francs.
On the very
day when he took up his abode in the hospital, M. Myriel settled on the
disposition of this sum once for all, in the following manner. We transcribe
here a note made by his own hand:--
NOTE ON THE REGULATION OF
MY HOUSEHOLD EXPENSES.
2012年3月29日星期四
A Companion Picture
`I wish it, that I may the better deserve
your confidence, and have no secret from you.
`Stop!'
For an instant, the Doctor even had his two
hands at his ears; for another instant, even had his two hands laid on Darnay's
lips.
`Tell me when I ask you, not now. If your
suit should prosper, if Lucie should love you, you shall tell me on your
marriage morning. Do you promise?'
`Willingly.'
`Give me your hand. She will be home
directly, and it is better she should not see us together to-night. Go! God
bless you!'
It was dark when Charles Darnay left him,
and it was an hour later and darker when Lucie came home; she hurried into the
room alone--for Miss Pross had gone straight upstairs--and was surprised to
find his reading-chair empty.
`My father!' she called to him. `Father
dear!'
Nothing was said in answer, but she heard a
low hammering sound in his bedroom. Passing lightly across the intermediate
room, she looked in at his door and came running back frightened, crying to
herself, with her blood all chilled, `What shall I do! What shall I do!'
Her uncertainty lasted but a moment; she
hurried back, and tapped at his door, and softly called to him. The noise
ceased at the sound of her voice, and he presently came out to her, and they
walked up and down together for a long time.
She came down from her bed, to look at him
in his sleep that night. He slept heavily, and his tray of shoemaking tools,
and his old unfinished work, were all as usual.
CHAPTER XI
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