memoirs of carwin the biloquist-第2章
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oming still in a new direction。 Five times was this ditty successively resounded； at intervals nearly equal； always from a new quarter； and with little abatement of its original distinctness and force。
A little reflection was sufficient to shew that this was no more than an echo of an extraordinary kind。 My terrors were quickly supplanted by delight。 The motives to dispatch were forgotten； and I amused myself for an hour； with talking to these cliffs： I placed myself in new positions； and exhausted my lungs and my invention in new clamours。
The pleasures of this new discovery were an ample compensation for the ill treatment which I expected on my return。 By some caprice in my father I escaped merely with a few reproaches。 I seized the first opportunity of again visiting this recess； and repeating my amusement； time； and incessant repetition； could scarcely lessen its charms or exhaust the variety produced by new tones and new positions。
The hours in which I was most free from interruption and restraint were those of moonlight。 My brother and I occupied a small room above the kitchen； disconnected； in some degree； with the rest of the house。 It was the rural custom to retire early to bed and to anticipate the rising of the sun。 When the moonlight was strong enough to permit me to read； it was my custom to escape from bed； and hie with my book to some neighbouring eminence； where I would remain stretched on the mossy rock； till the sinking or beclouded moon； forbade me to continue my employment。 I was indebted for books to a friendly person in the neighbourhood； whose compliance with my solicitations was prompted partly by benevolence and partly by enmity to my father； whom he could not more egregiously offend than by gratifying my perverse and pernicious curiosity。
In leaving my chamber I was obliged to use the utmost caution to avoid rousing my brother； whose temper disposed him to thwart me in the least of my gratifications。 My purpose was surely laudable； and yet on leaving the house and returning to it； I was obliged to use the vigilance and circumspection of a thief。
One night I left my bed with this view。 I posted first to my vocal glen； and thence scrambling up a neighbouring steep； which overlooked a wide extent of this romantic country； gave myself up to contemplation； and the perusal of Milton's Comus。
My reflections were naturally suggested by the singularity of this echo。 To hear my own voice speak at a distance would have been formerly regarded as prodigious。 To hear too； that voice； not uttered by another； by whom it might easily be mimicked； but by myself！ I cannot now recollect the transition which led me to the notion of sounds； similar to these； but produced by other means than reverberation。 Could I not so dispose my organs as to make my voice appear at a distance？
From speculation I proceeded to experiment。 The idea of a distant voice； like my own； was intimately present to my fancy。 I exerted myself with a most ardent desire； and with something like a persuasion that I should succeed。 I started with surprise； for it seemed as if success had crowned my attempts。 I repeated the effort； but failed。 A certain position of the organs took place on the first attempt； altogether new； unexampled and as it were； by accident； for I could not attain it on the second experiment。
You will not wonder that I exerted myself with indefatigable zeal to regain what had once； though for so short a space； been in my power。 Your own ears have witnessed the success of these efforts。 By perpetual exertion I gained it a second time； and now was a diligent observer of the circumstances attending it。 Gradually I subjected these finer and more subtle motions to the command of my will。 What was at first difficult； by exercise and habit； was rendered easy。 I learned to accommodate my voice to all the varieties of distance and direction。
It cannot be denied that this faculty is wonderful and rare； but when we consider the possible modifications of muscular motion； how few of these are usually exerted； how imperfectly they are subjected to the will； and yet that the will is capable of being rendered unlimited and absolute； will not our wonder cease？
We have seen men who could hide their tongues so perfectly that even an Anatomist； after the most accurate inspection that a living subject could admit； has affirmed the organ to be wanting； but this was effected by the exertion of muscles unknown and incredible to the greater part of mankind。
The concurrence of teeth； palate and tongue； in the formation of speech should seem to be indispensable； and yet men have spoken distinctly though wanting a tongue； and to whom； therefore； teeth and palate were superfluous。 The tribe of motions requisite to this end； are wholly latent and unknown； to those who possess that organ。
I mean not to be more explicit。 I have no reason to suppose a peculiar conformation or activity in my own organs； or that the power which I possess may not； with suitable directions and by steady efforts； be obtained by others； but I will do nothing to facilitate the acquisition。 It is by far； too liable to perversion for a good man to desire to possess it； or to teach it to another。
There remained but one thing to render this instrument as powerful in my hands as it was capable of being。 From my childhood； I was remarkably skilful at imitation。 There were few voices whether of men or birds or beasts which I could not imitate with success。 To add my ancient； to my newly acquired skill； to talk from a distance； and at the same time； in the accents of another； was the object of my endeavours； and this object； after a certain number of trials； I finally obtained。
In my present situation every thing that denoted intellectual exertion was a crime； and exposed me to invectives if not to stripes。 This circumstance induced me to be silent to all others； on the subject of my discovery。 But； added to this； was a confused belief； that it might be made； in some way instrumental to my relief from the hardships and restraints of my present condition。 For some time I was not aware of the mode in which it might be rendered subservient to this end。
Chapter II。
My father's sister was an ancient lady； resident in Philadelphia； the relict of a merchant； whose decease left her the enjoyment of a frugal competence。 She was without children； and had often expressed her desire that her nephew Frank； whom she always considered as a sprightly and promising lad； should be put under her care。 She offered to be at the expense of my education； and to bequeath to me at her death her slender patrimony。
This arrangement was obstinately rejected by my father； because it was merely fostering and giving scope to propensities； which he considered as hurtful； and because his avarice desired that this inheritance should fall to no one but himself。 To me； it was a scheme of ravishing felicity； and to be debarred from it was a source of anguish known to few。 I had too much experience of my father's pertinaciousness ever to hope for a change in his views； yet the bliss of living with my aunt； in a new and busy scene； and in the unbounded indulgence of my literary passion； continually occupied my thoughts： for a long time these thoughts were productive only of despondency and tears。
Time only enchanced the desirableness of this scheme； my new faculty would naturally connect itself with these wishes； and the question could not fail to occur whether it might not aid me in the execution of my favourite plan。
A thousand superstitious tales were current in the family。 Apparitions had been seen； and voices had been heard on a multitude of occasions。 My father was a confident believer in supernatural tokens。 The voice of his wife； who had been many years dead； had been twice heard at midnight whispering at his pillow。 I frequently asked myself whether a scheme favourable to my views might not be built upon these foundations。 Suppose （thought I） my mother should be made to enjoin upon him compliance with my wishes？
This idea bred in me a temporary consternation。 To imitate the voice of the dead； to counterfeit a commission from h
