father and son-第29章
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behind the curtains。 I； the son of a man who looked through a microscope and painted what he saw there； would fair observe for myself； and paint my observations。 It did not follow； alas！ that I was built to be a miniature…painter or a savant； but the activity of a childish intelligence was shown by my desire to copy the results of such energy as I saw nearest at hand。
In the secular direction； this now took the form of my preparing little monographs on seaside creatures； which were arranged； tabulated and divided as exactly as possible on the pattern of those which my Father was composing for his Actinologia Britannica。 I wrote these out upon sheets of paper of the same size as his printed page； and I adorned them with water…colour plates； meant to emulate his precise and exquisite illustrations。 One or two of these ludicrous pastiches are still preserved； and in glancing at them now I wonder； not at any skill that they possess； but at the perseverance and the patience； the evidence of close and persistent labour。 I was not set to these tasks by my Father； who； in fact； did not much approve of them。 He was touched； too； with the 'originality' heresy； and exhorted me not to copy him； but to go out into the garden or the shore and describe something new； in a new way。 That was quite impossible； I possessed no initiative。 But I can now well understand why my Father； very indulgently and good…temperedly； deprecated these exercises of mine。 They took up； and； as he might well think； wasted； an enormous quantity of time； and they were； moreover； parodies； rather than imitations； of his writings； for I invented new species； with sapphire spots and crimson tentacles and amber bands； which were close enough to his real species to be disconcerting。 He came from conscientiously shepherding the flocks of ocean； and I do not wonder that my ring…straked； speckled and spotted varieties put him out of countenance。 If I had not been so innocent and solemn； he might have fancied I was mocking him。
These extraordinary excursions into science； falsely so called； occupied a large part of my time。 There was a little spare room at the back of our house； dedicated to lumber and to empty portmanteaux。 There was a table in it already； and I added a stool； this cheerless apartment now became my study。 I spent so many hours here； in solitude and without making a sound； that my Father's curiosity； if not his suspicion； was occasionally aroused； and he would make a sudden raid on me。 I was always discovered； doubled up over the table； with my pen and ink； or else my box of colours and tumbler of turbid water by my hand； working away like a Chinese student shut up in his matriculating box。
It might have been done for a wager； if anything so simple had ever been dreamed of in our pious household。 The apparatus was slow and laboured。 In order to keep my uncouth handwriting in bounds； I was obliged to rule not lines only； but borders to my pages。 The subject did not lend itself to any flow of language； and I was obliged incessantly to borrow sentences； word for word； from my Father's published books。 Discouraged by everyone around me； daunted by the laborious effort needful to carry out the scheme； it seems odd to me now that I persisted in so strange and wearisome an employment； but it became an absorbing passion； and was indulged in to the neglect of other lessons and other pleasures。
My Father； as the spring advanced； used to come up to the Boxroom； as my retreat was called； and hunt me out into the sunshine。 But I soon crept back to my mania。 It gave him much trouble； and Miss Marks； who thought it sheer idleness； was vociferous in objection。 She would gladly have torn up all my writings and paintings； and have set me to a useful task。 My Father； with his strong natural individualism； could not take this view。 He was interested in this strange freak of mine； and he could not wholly condemn it。 But he must have thought is a little crazy； and it is evident to me now that it led to the revolution in domestic policy by which he began to encourage any acquaintance with other young people as much as he had previously discouraged it。 He saw that I could not be allowed to spend my whole time in a little stuffy room making solemn and ridiculous imitations of Papers read before the Linnaean Society。 He was grieved； moreover； at the badness of my pictures； for I had no native skill； and he tried to teach me his own system of miniature…painting as applied to natural history。 I was forced； in deep depression of spirits； to turn from my grotesque monographs； and paint under my Father's eye； and； from a finished drawing of his； a gorgeous tropic bird in flight。 Aided by my habit of imitation； I did at length produce some thing which might have shown promise； if it had not been wrung from me； touch by touch； pigment by pigment； under the orders of a task…master。
All this had its absurd side； but I seem to perceive that it had also its value。 It is； surely； a mistake to look too near at hand for the benefits of education。 What is actually taught in early childhood is often that part of training which makes least impression on the character； and is of the least permanent importance。 My labours failed to make me a zoologist； and the multitude of my designs and my descriptions have left me helplessly ignorant of the anatomy of a sea…anemone。 Yet I cannot look upon the mental discipline as useless。 It taught me to concentrate my attention； to define the nature of distinctions； to see accurately； and to name what I saw。 Moreover； it gave me the habit of going on with any piece of work I had in hand； not flagging because the interest or picturesqueness of the theme had declined； but pushing forth towards a definite goal； well foreseen and limited beforehand。 For almost any intellectual employment in later life； it seems to me that this discipline was valuable。 I am； however； not the less conscious how ludicrous was the mode in which； in my tenth year； I obtained it。
My spiritual condition occupied my Father's thoughts very insistently at this time。 Closing； as he did； most of the doors of worldly pleasure and energy upon his conscience； he had continued to pursue his scientific investigations without any sense of sin。 Most fortunate it was； that the collecting of marine animals in the tidal pools； and the description of them in pages which were addressed to the wide scientific public； at no time occurred to him as in any way inconsistent with his holy calling。 His conscience was so delicate； and often so morbid in its delicacy； that if that had occurred to him； he would certainly have abandoned his investigations； and have been left without an employment。 But happily he justified his investigation by regarding it as a glorification of God's created works。 In the introduction of his Actinologia Britannica； written at the time which I have now reached in this narrative； he sent forth his labours with a phrase which I should think unparalleled in connection with a learned and technical biological treatise。 He stated； concerning that book； that he published it 'as one more tribute humbly offered to the glory of the Triune God； who is wonderful in counsel； and excellent in working'。 Scientific investigation sincerely carried out in that spirit became a kind of weekday interpretation of the current creed of Sundays。
The development of my faculties； of which I have spoken； extended to the religious sphere no less than to the secular； Here； also； as I look back； I see that I was extremely imitative。 I expanded in the warmth of my Father's fervour； and； on the whole； in a manner that was satisfactory to him。 He observed the richer hold that I was now taking on life； he saw my faculties branching in many directions； and he became very anxious to secure my maintenance in grace。 In earlier years； certain sides of my character had offered a sort of passive resistance to his ideas。 I had let what I did not care to welcome pass over my mind in the curious density that children adopt in order to avoid receiving impressionsblankly； dumbly； achieving by stupidity what they cannot achieve by argument。 I think that I had frequently done this； that he had been brought up against a dead
