memoir of fleeming jenkin-第10章
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mob passed again。 A fine…looking young man was in their hands; and
Mrs。 Jenkin saw him with his mouth open as if he sought to speak;
saw him tossed from one to another like a ball; and then saw him no
more。 'He was dead a few instants after; but the crowd hid that
terror from us。 My knees shook under me and my sight left me。'
With this street tragedy; the curtain rose upon their second
revolution。
The attack on Spirito Santo; and the capitulation and departure of
the troops speedily followed。 Genoa was in the hands of the
Republicans; and now came a time when the English residents were in
a position to pay some return for hospitality received。 Nor were
they backward。 Our Consul (the same who had the benefit of
correction from Fleeming) carried the Intendente on board the
VENGEANCE; escorting him through the streets; getting along with
him on board a shore boat; and when the insurgents levelled their
muskets; standing up and naming himself; 'CONSOLE INGLESE。' A
friend of the Jenkins'; Captain Glynne; had a more painful; if a
less dramatic part。 One Colonel Nosozzo had been killed (I read)
while trying to prevent his own artillery from firing on the mob;
but in that hell's cauldron of a distracted city; there were no
distinctions made; and the Colonel's widow was hunted for her life。
In her grief and peril; the Glynnes received and hid her; Captain
Glynne sought and found her husband's body among the slain; saved
it for two days; brought the widow a lock of the dead man's hair;
but at last; the mob still strictly searching; seems to have
abandoned the body; and conveyed his guest on board the VENGEANCE。
The Jenkins also had their refugees; the family of an EMPLOYE
threatened by a decree。 'You should have seen me making a Union
Jack to nail over our door;' writes Mrs。 Jenkin。 'I never worked
so fast in my life。 Monday and Tuesday;' she continues; 'were
tolerably quiet; our hearts beating fast in the hope of La
Marmora's approach; the streets barricaded; and none but foreigners
and women allowed to leave the city。' On Wednesday; La Marmora
came indeed; but in the ugly form of a bombardment; and that
evening the Jenkins sat without lights about their drawing…room
window; 'watching the huge red flashes of the cannon' from the
Brigato and La Specula forts; and hearkening; not without some
awful pleasure; to the thunder of the cannonade。
Lord Hardwicke intervened between the rebels and La Marmora; and
there followed a troubled armistice; filled with the voice of
panic。 Now the VENGEANCE was known to be cleared for action; now
it was rumoured that the galley slaves were to be let loose upon
the town; and now that the troops would enter it by storm。 Crowds;
trusting in the Union Jack over the Jenkins' door; came to beg them
to receive their linen and other valuables; nor could their
instances be refused; and in the midst of all this bustle and
alarm; piles of goods must be examined and long inventories made。
At last the captain decided things had gone too far。 He himself
apparently remained to watch over the linen; but at five o'clock on
the Sunday morning; Aunt Anna; Fleeming; and his mother were rowed
in a pour of rain on board an English merchantman; to suffer 'nine
mortal hours of agonising suspense。' With the end of that time;
peace was restored。 On Tuesday morning officers with white flags
appeared on the bastions; then; regiment by regiment; the troops
marched in; two hundred men sleeping on the ground floor of the
Jenkins' house; thirty thousand in all entering the city; but
without disturbance; old La Marmora being a commander of a Roman
sternness。
With the return of quiet; and the reopening of the universities; we
behold a new character; Signor Flaminio: the professors; it
appears; made no attempt upon the Jenkin; and thus readily
italianised the Fleeming。 He came well recommended; for their
friend Ruffini was then; or soon after; raised to be the head of
the University; and the professors were very kind and attentive;
possibly to Ruffini's PROTEGE; perhaps also to the first Protestant
student。 It was no joke for Signor Flaminio at first; certificates
had to be got from Paris and from Rector Williams; the classics
must be furbished up at home that he might follow Latin lectures;
examinations bristled in the path; the entrance examination with
Latin and English essay; and oral trials (much softened for the
foreigner) in Horace; Tacitus; and Cicero; and the first University
examination only three months later; in Italian eloquence; no less;
and other wider subjects。 On one point the first Protestant
student was moved to thank his stars: that there was no Greek
required for the degree。 Little did he think; as he set down his
gratitude; how much; in later life and among cribs and
dictionaries; he was to lament this circumstance; nor how much of
that later life he was to spend acquiring; with infinite toil; a
shadow of what he might then have got with ease and fully。 But if
his Genoese education was in this particular imperfect; he was
fortunate in the branches that more immediately touched on his
career。 The physical laboratory was the best mounted in Italy。
Bancalari; the professor of natural philosophy; was famous in his
day; by what seems even an odd coincidence; he went deeply into
electromagnetism; and it was principally in that subject that
Signor Flaminio; questioned in Latin and answering in Italian;
passed his Master of Arts degree with first…class honours。 That he
had secured the notice of his teachers; one circumstance
sufficiently proves。 A philosophical society was started under the
presidency of Mamiani; 'one of the examiners and one of the leaders
of the Moderate party'; and out of five promising students brought
forward by the professors to attend the sittings and present
essays; Signor Flaminio was one。 I cannot find that he ever read
an essay; and indeed I think his hands were otherwise too full。 He
found his fellow…students 'not such a bad set of chaps;' and
preferred the Piedmontese before the Genoese; but I suspect he
mixed not very freely with either。 Not only were his days filled
with university work; but his spare hours were fully dedicated to
the arts under the eye of a beloved task…mistress。 He worked hard
and well in the art school; where he obtained a silver medal 'for a
couple of legs the size of life drawn from one of Raphael's
cartoons。' His holidays were spent in sketching; his evenings;
when they were free; at the theatre。 Here at the opera he
discovered besides a taste for a new art; the art of music; and it
was; he wrote; 'as if he had found out a heaven on earth。' 'I am
so anxious that whatever he professes to know; he should really
perfectly possess;' his mother wrote; 'that I spare no pains';
neither to him nor to myself; she might have added。 And so when he
begged to be allowed to learn the piano; she started him with
characteristic barbarity on the scales; and heard in consequence
'heart…rending groans' and saw 'anguished claspings of hands' as he
lost his way among their arid intricacies。
In this picture of the lad at the piano; there is something; for
the period; girlish。 He was indeed his mother's boy; and it was
fortunate his mother was not altogether feminine。 She gave her son
a womanly delicacy in morals; to a man's taste … to his own taste
in later life … too finely spun; and perhaps more elegant than
healthful。 She encouraged him besides in drawing…room interests。
But in other points her influence was manlike。 Filled with the
spirit of thoroughness; she taught him to make of the least of
these accomplishments a virile task; and the teaching lasted him
through life。 Immersed as she was in the day's movements and
buzzed about by leading Liberals; she hande