father and son-第22章
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a how to shoot'。 I； not understanding this literary allusion； long believed the school to be addicted to some species of pistol…practice。
The key of the Room was kept by Richard Moxhay； the mason； who was of a generation younger than Mr。 Petherbridge； but yet 'getting on in years'。 Moxhay； I cannot tell why； was always dressed in white corduroy； on which any stain of Devonshire scarlet mud was painfully conspicuous； when he was smartened up； his appearance suggested that somebody had given him a coating of that rich Western whitewash which looks like Devonshire cream。 His locks were long and sparse； and as deadly black as his clothes were white。 He was a modest； gentle man； with a wife even more meek and gracious than himself。 They never； to my recollection； spoke unless they were spoken to； and their melancholy impassiveness used to vex my Father； who once； referring to the Moxhays； described them； sententiously but justly； as being 'laborious； but it would be an exaggeration to say happy； Christians'。 Indeed； my memory pictures almost all the 'saints' of that early time as sad and humble souls； lacking vitality； yet not complaining of anything definite。 A quite surprising number of them； it is true； male and female； suffered from different forms of consumption； so that the Room rang in winter evenings with a discord of hacking coughs。 But it seems to me that； when I was quite young； half the inhabitants of our rural district were affected with phthisis。 No doubt； our peculiar religious community was more likely to attract the feeble members of a population； than to tempt the flush and the fair。
Miss Marks； patient pilgrim that she was； accepted this quaint society without a murmur； although I do not think it was much to her taste。 But in a very short time it was sweetened to her by the formation of a devoted and romantic friendship for one of the 'sisters'； who was； indeed； if my childish recollection does not fail me； a very charming person。 The consequence of this enthusiastic alliance was that I was carried into the bosom of the family to which Miss Marks' new friend belonged； and of these excellent people I must give what picture I can。
Almost opposite the Room； therefore at the far end of the village； across one of the rare small gardens （in which this first winter I discovered with rapture the magenta stars of a new flower； hepatica）a shop…window displayed a thin row of plates and dishes； cups and saucers； above it was painted the name of Burmington。 This china…shop was the property of three orphan sisters； Ann； Mary Grace； and Bess； the latter lately married to a carpenter； who was 'elder' at our meeting； the other two； resolute old maids。 Ann； whom I have already mentioned； had been one of the girls converted by the Cornish fishermen。 She was about ten years older than Bess； and Mary Grace came halfway between them。 Ann was a very worthy woman； but masterful and passionate； suffering from an ungovernable temper； which at calmer moments she used to refer to； not without complacency； as 'the sin which doth most easily beset me'。 Bess was insignificant； and vulgarized by domestic cares。 But Mary Grace was a delightful creature。The Burmingtons lived in what was almost the only old house surviving in the village。 It was an extraordinary construction of two storeys； with vast rooms； and winding passages； and surprising changes of level。 The sisters were poor； but very industrious； and never in anything like want； they sold； as I have said； crockery； and they took in washing； and did a little fine needlework； and sold the produce of a great； vague garden at the back。 In process of time； the elder sisters took a young woman； whose name was Drusilla Elliott； to live with them as servant and companion； she was a converted person； worshipping with a kindred sect； the Bible Christians。 I remember being much interested in hearing how Bess； before her marriage； became converted。 Mary Grace； on account of her infirm health； slept alone in one room； in another； of vast size； stood a family fourposter； where Ann slept with Drusilla Elliott； and another bed in the same room took Bess。 The sisters and their friend had been constantly praying that Bess might 'find peace'； for she was still a stranger to salvation。 One night； she suddenly called out； rather crossly； 'What are you two whispering about？ Do go to sleep；' to which Ann replied： 'We are praying for you。〃 How do you know；' answered Bess； 'that I don't believe？ And then she told them that； that very night； when she was sitting in the shop； she had closed with God's offer of redemption。 Late in the night as it was； Ann and Drusilla could do no less than go in and waken Mary Grace； whom； however； they found awake； praying； she too； for the conversion of Bess。 They told her the good news； and all four； kneeling in the darkness； gave thanks aloud to God for his infinite mercy。
It was Mary Grace Burmington who now became the romantic friend of Miss Marks； and a sort of second benevolence to me。 She must have been under thirty years of age； she wax very small； and she was distressingly deformed in the spine； but she had an animated； almost a sparkling countenance。 When we first arrived in the village； Mary Grace was only just recovering from a gastric fever which had taken her close to the grave。 I remember hearing that the vicar； a stout and pompous man at whom we always glared defiance； went； in Mary Grace's supposed extremity； to the Burmingtons' shop…door； and shouted： 'Peace be to this house；' intending to offer his ministrations； but that Ann； who was in one of her tantrums； positively hounded him from the doorstep and down the garden； in her passionate nonconformity。 Mary Grace； however； recovered； and soon became； not merely Miss Marks' inseparable friend； but my Father's spiritual factotum。 He found it irksome to visit the 'saints' from house to house； and Mary Grace Burmington gladly assumed this labour。 She proved a most efficient coadjutor； searched out； cherished and confirmed any of those； especially the young； who were attracted by my Father's preaching； and for several years was a great joy and comfort to us all。 Even when her illness so increased that she could no longer rise from her bed； she was a centre of usefulness and cheerfulness from that retreat； where she 'received'； in a kind of rustic state； under a patchwork coverlid that was like a basket of flowers。
My Father； ever reflecting on what could be done to confirm my spiritual vocation； to pin me down； as it were； beyond any possibility of escape； bethought him that it would accustom me to what he called 'pastoral work in the Lord's service'； if I accompanied Mary Grace on her visits from house to house。 If it is remembered that I was only eight and a half when this scheme was carried into practice； it will surprise no one to hear that it was not crowned with success。 I disliked extremely this visitation of the poor。 I felt shy； I had nothing to say； with difficulty could I understand their soft Devonian patois； and most of alla signal perhaps of my neurotic conditionI dreaded and loathed the smells of their cottages。 One had to run over the whole gamut of odours； some so faint that they embraced the nostril with a fairy kiss； others bluntly gross； of the 'knock… you…down' order； some sweet； with a dreadful sourness； some bitter； with a smack of rancid hair…oil。 There were fine manly smells of the pigsty and the open drain； and these prided themselves on being all they seemed to be； but there were also feminine odours； masquerading as you knew not what； in which penny whiffs； vials of balm and opoponax； seemed to have become tainted； vaguely； with the residue of the slop…pail。 It was not； I think； that the villagers were particularly dirty； but those were days before the invention of sanitary science； and my poor young nose was morbidly； nay ridiculously sensitive。 I often came home from 'visiting the saints' absolutely incapable of eating the milk…sop； with brown sugar strewn over it； which was my evening meal。
There was one exception to my unwillingness to join in the pastoral labours of Mary Grace。 When she announced； on a fine afternoon； that we were going to Pavor and Barton； I was always agog
