a tale of two cities(双城记)-第38章
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od health。 And it was from the gifts towed upon him towards the execution of this benevolent purpose； that he recruited his finances； as just now observed。
Time was； when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place； and mused in the sight of men。 Mr。 Cruncher； sitting on stool in a public place； but not being a poet； mused as little as possible； and looked about him。
It fell out that he was thus engaged in a season when crowds were few； and belated women few； and when his affairs in general were so unprosperous as to awaken a strong suspicion in his breast that Mrs。 Cruncher must have been ‘flopping' in some pointed manner； when an unusual concourse pouring down Fleet Street westward； attracted his attention。 Looking that way； Mr。 Cruncher made out that me kind of funeral was coming along； and that there was popular objection to this funeral； which engendered uproar。
‘Young Jerry；' said Mr。 Cruncher； turning to his offspring； ‘it's a buryin'。'
‘Hooroar； father！' cried Young Jerry。
The young gentleman uttered this exultant sound with mysterious significance。 The elder gentleman took the cry so ill； that he watched his opportunity； and smote the young gentleman on the ear。
‘What d'ye mean？ What are you hooroaring at？ What do you want to conwey to your own father； you young Rip？ This boy is a getting too many for me！' said Mr。 Cruncher； surveying him。 ‘Him and his hooroars。 Don't let me hear no more of you； or you shall feel some more of me。 D'ye hear？'
‘I warn't doing no harm；' Young Jerry protested； rubbing his cheek。
‘Drop it then；' said Mr。 Cruncher； ‘I won't have none of your no harms。 Get atop of that there seat； and look at the crowd。'
His son obeyed； and the crowd approached； they were bawling and hissing round a dingy hearse and dingy mourning coach； in which mourning coach there was only one mourner； dressed in the dingy trappings that were considered essential to the dignity of the position。 The position appeared by no means to please him； however； with an increasing rabble surrounding the coach； deriding him； making grimaces at him； and incessantly groaning and calling out： ‘Yah！ Spies！ Tst！ Yaha！ Spies！' with many compliments too numerous and forcible to repeat。
Funerals had at all times a remarkable attraction for Mr。 Cruncher； he always pricked up his senses； and became excited； when a funeral passed Tellson's。 Naturally； therefore； a funeral with this uncommon attendance excited him greatly； and he asked of the first man who ran against him：
‘What is it； brother？ What's it about？'
‘I don't know；' said the man。 ‘Spies！ Yaha！ Tst！ Spies！'
He asked another man。 ‘Who is it？'
‘I don't know；' returned the man； clapping his hands to his mouth nevertheless； and vociferating in a surprising heat and with the greatest ardour； ‘Spies！ Yaha！ Tst； tst！ Spi…ies！'
At length； a person better informed on the merits of the case； tumbled against him； and from this person he learned that the funeral was the funeral of One Roger Cly。
‘Was He a spy？' asked Mr。 Cruncher。
‘Old Bailey spy；' returned his informant。 ‘Yaha Tst！ Yah！ Old Bailey Spi…i…ies！'
‘Why； to be sure！' exclaimed Jerry； recalling the Trial at which he had assisted。 ‘I've seen him。 Dead； is he？'
‘Dead as mutton；' returned the other； ‘and can't be too dead。 Have ‘em out； there Spies！ Pull ‘em out； there！ Spies！'
The idea was so acceptable in the prevalent absence of any idea； that the crowd caught it up with eagerness； and； loudly repeating the suggestion to have ‘em out； and to pull em out； mobbed the two vehicles so closely that they came to a stop。 On the crowd's opening the coach doors； the one mourner scuffled out of himself and was in their hands for a moment； but he was so alert； and made such good use of his time； that in another moment he was scouring away up a bystreet； after shedding his cloak； hat； long hatband； white pocket handkerchief； and other symbolical tears。
These； the people tore to pieces and scattered far and wide with great enjoyment； while the tradesmen hurriedly shut up their shops； for a crowd in those times stopped at nothing； and was a monster much dreaded。 They had already got the length of opening the hearse to take the coffin out； when some brighter genius proposed instead； its being escorted to destination amidst general rejoicing。 Practical suggestions being much needed； this suggestion； too； was received with acclamation； and the coach was immediately filled with eight inside and a dozen out； while as many people got on the roof of the hearse as could by any exercise of ingenuity stick upon it。 Among the first of these volunteers was Jerry Cruncher himself； who modestly concealed his spiky head from the observation of Tellson's； in the further corner of the mourning coach。
The officiating undertakers made some protest against these changes in the ceremonies； but； the river being alarmingly near； and several voices remarking on the efficacy of cold immersion in bringing refractory members of the profession to reason； the protest was faint and brief。 The remodelled procession started； with a chimney…sweep driving the hearseadvised by the regular driver； who was perched beside him； under close inspection； for the purposeand with a pieman； also attended by his cabinet minister； driving the mourning coach。 A bear…leader； a popular street character of the time； was impressed as an additional ornament； before the cavalcade had gone far down the Strand； and his bear； who was black and very mangy； gave quite an Undertaking air to that part of the procession in which he walked。
Thus； with beer…drinking； pipe…smoking； song…roaring； and infinite caricaturing of woe； the disorderly procession went its way； recruiting at every step； and all the shops shutting up before it。 Its destination was the old church of Saint Pancras； far off in the fields。 It got there in course of time； insisted on pouring into the burial…ground； finally； accomplished the interment of the deceased Roger Cly in its own way； and highly to its own satisfaction。
The dead man disposed of； and the crowd being under the necessity of providing some other entertainment for itself； another brighter genius （or perhaps the same） conceived the humour of impeaching casual passersby； as Old Bailey spies； and wreaking vengeance on them。 Chase was given to some scores of inoffensive persons who had never been near the Old Bailey in their lives； in the realisation of this fancy； and they were roughly hustled and maltreated。 The transition to the sport of window…breaking； and thence to the plundering of public…houses； was easy and natural。 At last； after several hours； when sundry summerhouses had been pulled dow and some area…railings had been torn up； to arm the more belligerent spirits； a rumour got about that the Guards we coming。 Before this rumour； the crowd gradually melted away； and perhaps the Guards came； and perhaps they never came； and this was the usual progress of a mob。
Mr。 Cruncher did not assist at the closing sports； hut had remained behind in the churchyard； to confer and condole with the undertakers。 The place had a soothing influence on him。 He procured a pipe from a neighbouring public house； and smoked it； looking in at the railings and maturely considering the spot。
‘Jerry；' said Mr。 Cruncher； apostrophising himself in his usual way； ‘you see that there Cly that day； and you see with your own eyes that he was a young ‘un and a straight made ‘un。'
Having smoked his pipe out； and ruminated a little longer； he turned himself about； that he might appear； before the hour of closing； on his station at Tellson's。 Whether his meditations on mortality had touched his liver； or whether his general health had been previously at all amiss； or whether he desired to show a little attention to an eminent man； is not so much to the purpose； as that he made a short call upon his medical advisera distinguished surgeonon his way back。
Young Jerry relieved his father with dutiful interest； and reported No job in his absence。 The bank closed； the ancient clerks came Out； the usual watch was set； and Mr。 Cruncher and his son went home to tea。
‘Now； I tell you where it is！' said Mr。 Cruncher to his wife； on entering。 ‘I
