the doom of the griffiths-第2章

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attendant　circumstances；　I　cannot　say；　but　at　five…and…twenty　Robert

Griffiths　was　habitually　sobera　thing　so　rare　in　Llyn；　that　he　was

almost　shunned　as　a　churlish；　unsociable　being；　and　paused　much　of

his　time　in　solitude。



About　this　time；　he　had　to　appear　in　some　case　that　was　tried　at　the

Caernarvon　assizes；　and　while　there；　was　a　guest　at　the　house　of　his

agent；　a　shrewd；　sensible　Welsh　attorney；　with　one　daughter；　who　had

charms　enough　to　captivate　Robert　Griffiths。　　Though　he　remained　only

a　few　days　at　her　father's　house；　they　were　sufficient　to　decide　his

affections；　and　short　was　the　period　allowed　to　elapse　before　he

brought　home　a　mistress　to　Bodowen。　　The　new　Mrs。　Griffiths　was　a

gentle；　yielding　person；　full　of　love　toward　her　husband；　of　whom；

nevertheless；　she　stood　something　in　awe；　partly　arising　from　the

difference　in　their　ages；　partly　from　his　devoting　much　time　to

studies　of　which　she　could　understand　nothing。



She　soon　made　him　the　father　of　a　blooming　little　daughter；　called

Augharad　after　her　mother。　　Then　there　came　several　uneventful　years

in　the　household　of　Bodowen；　and　when　the　old　women　had　one　and　all

declared　that　the　cradle　would　not　rock　again；　Mrs。　Griffiths　bore

the　son　and　heir。　　His　birth　was　soon　followed　by　his　mother's　death：

she　had　been　ailing　and　low…spirited　during　her　pregnancy；　and　she

seemed　to　lack　the　buoyancy　of　body　and　mind　requisite　to　bring　her

round　after　her　time　of　trial。　　Her　husband；　who　loved　her　all　the

more　from　having　few　other　claims　on　his　affections；　was　deeply

grieved　by　her　early　death；　and　his　only　comforter　was　the　sweet

little　boy　whom　she　had　left　behind。　　That　part　of　the　squire's

character；　which　was　so　tender；　and　almost　feminine；　seemed　called

forth　by　the　helpless　situation　of　the　little　infant；　who　stretched

out　his　arms　to　his　father　with　the　same　earnest　cooing　that　happier

children　make　use　of　to　their　mother　alone。　　Augharad　was　almost

neglected；　while　the　little　Owen　was　king　of　the　house；　still　next　to

his　father；　none　tended　him　so　lovingly　as　his　sister。　　She　was　so

accustomed　to　give　way　to　him　that　it　was　no　longer　a　hardship。　　By

night　and　by　day　Owen　was　the　constant　companion　of　his　father；　and

increasing　years　seemed　only　to　confirm　the　custom。　　It　was　an

unnatural　life　for　the　child；　seeing　no　bright　little　faces　peering

into　his　own　（for　Augharad　was；　as　I　said　before；　five　or　six　years

older；　and　her　face；　poor　motherless　girl！　was　often　anything　but

bright）；　hearing　no　din　of　clear　ringing　voices；　but　day　after　day

sharing　the　otherwise　solitary　hours　of　his　father；　whether　in　the

dim　room；　surrounded　by　wizard…like　antiquities；　or　pattering　his

little　feet　to　keep　up　with　his　〃tada〃　in　his　mountain　rambles　or

shooting　excursions。　　When　the　pair　came　to　some　little　foaming

brook；　where　the　stepping…stones　were　far　and　wide；　the　father

carried　his　little　boy　across　with　the　tenderest　care；　when　the　lad

was　weary；　they　rested；　he　cradled　in　his　father's　arms；　or　the

Squire　would　lift　him　up　and　carry　him　to　his　home　again。　　The　boy

was　indulged　（for　his　father　felt　flattered　by　the　desire）　in　his

wish　of　sharing　his　meals　and　keeping　the　same　hours。　　All　this

indulgence　did　not　render　Owen　unamiable；　but　it　made　him　wilful；　and

not　a　happy　child。　　He　had　a　thoughtful　look；　not　common　to　the　face

of　a　young　boy。　　He　knew　no　games；　no　merry　sports；　his　information

was　of　an　imaginative　and　speculative　character。　　His　father

delighted　to　interest　him　in　his　own　studies；　without　considering　how

far　they　were　healthy　for　so　young　a　mind。



Of　course　Squire　Griffiths　was　not　unaware　of　the　prophecy　which　was

to　be　fulfilled　in　his　generation。　　He　would　occasionally　refer　to　it

when　among　his　friends；　with　sceptical　levity；　but　in　truth　it　lay

nearer　to　his　heart　than　he　chose　to　acknowledge。　　His　strong

imagination　rendered　him　peculiarly　impressible　on　such　subjects；

while　his　judgment；　seldom　exercised　or　fortified　by　severe　thought；

could　not　prevent　his　continually　recurring　to　it。　　He　used　to　gaze

on　the　half…sad　countenance　of　the　child；　who　sat　looking　up　into　his

face　with　his　large　dark　eyes；　so　fondly　yet　so　inquiringly；　till　the

old　legend　swelled　around　his　heart；　and　became　too　painful　for　him

not　to　require　sympathy。　　Besides；　the　overpowering　love　he　bore　to

the　child　seemed　to　demand　fuller　vent　than　tender　words；　it　made　him

like；　yet　dread；　to　upbraid　its　object　for　the　fearful　contrast

foretold。　　Still　Squire　Griffiths　told　the　legend；　in　a　half…jesting

manner；　to　his　little　son；　when　they　were　roaming　over　the　wild

heaths　in　the　autumn　days；　〃the　saddest　of　the　year；〃　or　while　they

sat　in　the　oak…wainscoted　room；　surrounded　by　mysterious　relics　that

gleamed　strangely　forth　by　the　flickering　fire…light。　　The　legend　was

wrought　into　the　boy's　mind；　and　he　would　crave；　yet　tremble；　to　hear

it　told　over　and　over　again；　while　the　words　were　intermingled　with

caresses　and　questions　as　to　his　love。　　Occasionally　his　loving　words

and　actions　were　cut　short　by　his　father's　light　yet　bitter　speech

〃Get　thee　away；　my　lad；　thou　knowest　not　what　is　to　come　of　all　this

love。〃



When　Augharad　was　seventeen；　and　Owen　eleven　or　twelve；　the　rector　of

the　parish　in　which　Bodowen　was　situated；　endeavoured　to　prevail　on

Squire　Griffiths　to　send　the　boy　to　school。　　Now；　this　rector　had

many　congenial　tastes　with　his　parishioner；　and　was　his　only

intimate；　and；　by　repeated　arguments；　he　succeeded　in　convincing　the

Squire　that　the　unnatural　life　Owen　was　leading　was　in　every　way

injurious。　　Unwillingly　was　the　father　wrought　to　part　from　his　son；

but　he　did　at　length　send　him　to　the　Grammar　School　at　Bangor；　then

under　the　management　of　an　excellent　classic。　　Here　Owen　showed　that

he　had　more　talents　than　the　rector　had　given　him　credit　for；　when　he

affirmed　that　the　lad　had　been　completely　stupefied　by　the　life　he

led　at　Bodowen。　　He　bade　fair　to　do　credit　to　the　school　in　the

peculiar　branch　of　learning　for　which　it　was　famous。　　But　he　was　not

popular　among　his　schoolfellows。　　He　was　wayward；　though；　to　a

certain　degree；　generous　and　unselfish；　he　was　reserved　but　gentle；

except　when　the　tremendous　bursts　of　passion　（similar　in　character　to

those　of　his　father）　forced　their　way。



On　his　return　from　school　one　Christmas…time；　when　he　had　been　a　year

or　so　at　Bangor；　he　was　stunned　by　hearing　that　the　undervalued

Augharad　was　about　to　be　married　to　a　gentleman　of　South　Wales；

residing　near　Aberystwith。　　Boys　seldom　appreciate　their　sisters；　but

Owen　thought　of　the　many　slights　with　which　he　had　requited　the

patient　Augharad；　and　he　gave　way　to　bitter　regrets；　which；　with　a

selfish　want　of　control　over　his　words；　he　kept　expressing　to　his

father；　until　the　Squire　was　thoroughly　hurt　and　chagrined　at　the

repeated　exclamations　of　〃What　shall　we　do　when　Augharad　is　gone？〃

〃How　dull　we　shall　be　when　Augharad　is　married！〃　　Owen's　holidays

were　prolonged　a　few　weeks；　in　order　that　he　might　be　present　at　the

wedding；　and　when　all　the　festivities　were　over；　and　the　bride　and

bridegroom　had　left　Bodowen；　the　boy　and　his　father　really　felt　how

much　they　missed　the　quiet；　loving　Augharad。　　She　had　performed　so

many　thoughtful；　noiseless　little　offices；　on　which　their　daily

comfort　depended；　and　now　she　was　gone；　the　household　seemed　to　miss

the　spirit　that　peacefully　kept　it　in　order；　the　servants　roamed

about　in　search　of　commands　and　directions；　the　rooms　had　no　longer

the　unobtrusive　ordering　of　taste　to　make　them　cheerful；　the　very

fires　burned　dim；　and　were　always　sinking　down　into　dull　heaps　of

gray　ashes。　　Altogether　Owen　did　not　regret　his　return　to　Bangor；　and

this　also　the　mortified　parent　perceived。　　Squire　Griffiths　was　a

selfish　parent。



Letters　in　those　days　were　a　rare　occurrence。　　Owen　usually　received

one　during　his　half…yearly　absences　from　home；　and　occasionally　his

fa