father and son-第3章
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d enjoy each other's society。 If we move we shall do longer be alone。 The situation may be more favourable； however； for Baby； as being more in the country。 I desire to have no choice in the matter； but as I know not what would be for our good； and God knows； so I desire to leave it with Him； and if it is not His will we should move； He will raise objections and difficulties； and if it is His will He will make Henry ＇my Father＇ desirous and anxious to take the step； and then； whatever the result； let us leave all to Him and not regret it。〃
No one who is acquainted with the human heart will mistake this attitude of resignation for weakness of purpose。 It was not poverty of will； it was abnegation； it was a voluntary act。 My Mother； underneath an exquisite amenity of manner； concealed a rigour of spirit which took the form of a constant self…denial。 For it to dawn upon her consciousness that she wished for something； was definitely to renounce that wish； or； more exactly； to subject it in every thing to what she conceived to be the will of God。
This is perhaps the right moment for me to say that at this time； and indeed until the hour of her death； she exercised； without suspecting it； a magnetic power over the will and nature of my Father。 Both were strong； but my Mother was unquestionably the stronger of the two； it was her mind which gradually drew his to take up a certain definite position； and this remained permanent although she； the cause of it； was early removed。 Hence； while it was with my Father that the long struggle which I have to narrate took place； behind my Father stood the ethereal memory of my Mother's will； guiding him； pressing him； holding him to the unswerving purpose which she had formed and defined。 And when the inevitable disruption came； what was unspeakably painful was to realize that it was not from one； but from both parents that the purpose of the child was separated。
My Mother was a Puritan in grain； and never a word escaped her； not a phrase exists in her diary； to suggest that she had any privations to put up with。 She seemed strong and well； and so did I； the one of us who broke down was my Father。 With his attack of acute nervous dyspepsia came an unexpected small accession of money； and we were able； in my third year； to take a holiday of nearly ten months in Devonshire。 The extreme seclusion； the unbroken strain； were never repeated； and when we returned to London； it was to conditions of greater amenity and to a less rigid practice of 'the world forgetting by the world forgot'。 That this relaxation was more relative than positive； and that nothing ever really tempted either of my parents from their cavern in an intellectual Thebaid； my recollections will amply prove。 But each of them was forced by circumstances into a more or less public position； and neither could any longer quite ignore the world around。
It is not my business here to re…write the biographies of my parents。 Each of them became； in a certain measure； celebrated； and each was the subject of a good deal of contemporary discussion。 Each was prominent before the eyes of a public of his or her own； half a century ago。 It is because their minds were vigorous and their accomplishments distinguished that the contrast between their spiritual point of view and the aspect of a similar class of persons today is interesting and may； I hope； be instructive。 But this is not another memoir of public individuals； each of whom has had more than one biographer。 My serious duty； as I venture to hold it； is other；
that's the world's side； Thus men saw them； praised them； thought they knew them！ There； in turn； I stood aside and praised them！ Out of my own self； I dare to phrase it。
But this is a different inspection； this is a study of
the other side； the novel Silent silver lights and darks undreamed of；
the record of a state of soul once not uncommon in Protestant Europe； of which my parents were perhaps the latest consistent exemplars among people of light and leading。
The peculiarities of a family life； founded upon such principles； are； in relation to a little child； obvious； but I may be permitted to recapitulate them。 Here was perfect purity； perfect intrepidity； perfect abnegation； yet there was also narrowness； isolation； an absence of perspective； let it be boldly admitted； an absence of humanity。 And there was a curious mixture of humbleness and arrogance； entire resignation to the will of God and not less entire disdain of the judgement and opinion of man。 My parents founded every action； every attitude； upon their interpretation of the Scriptures； and upon the guidance of the Divine Will as revealed to them by direct answer to prayer。 Their ejaculation in the face of any dilemma was； 'Let us cast it before the Lord！'
So confident were they of the reality of their intercourse with God； that they asked for no other guide。 They recognized no spiritual authority among men； they subjected themselves to no priest or minister； they troubled their consciences about no current manifestation of 'religious opinion'。 They lived in an intellectual cell； bounded at its sides by the walls of their own house； but open above to the very heart of the uttermost heavens。
This； then； was the scene in which the soul of a little child was planted； not as in an ordinary open flower…border or carefully tended social parterre； but as on a ledge； split in the granite of some mountain。 The ledge was hung between night and the snows on one hand； and the dizzy depths of the world upon the other； was furnished with just soil enough for a gentian to struggle skywards and open its stiff azure stars； and offered no lodgement； no hope of salvation； to any rootlet which should stray beyond its inexorable limits。
CHAPTER II
OUT of the darkness of my infancy there comes only one flash of memory。 I am seated alone； in my baby…chair； at a dinner…table set for several people。 Somebody brings in a leg of mutton； puts it down close to me； and goes out。 I am again alone； gazing at two low windows； wide open upon a garden。 Suddenly； noiselessly； a large； long animal （obviously a greyhound） appears at one window…sill； slips into the room； seizes the leg of mutton and slips out again。 When this happened I could not yet talk。 The accomplishment of speech came to me very late； doubtless because I never heard young voices。 Many years later； when I mentioned this recollection； there was a shout of laughter and surprise： 'That； then； was what became of the mutton！ It was not you； who； as your Uncle A。 pretended； ate it up； in the twinkling of an eye； bone and all！'
I suppose that it was the startling intensity of this incident which stamped it upon a memory from which all other impressions of this early date have vanished。
The adventure of the leg of mutton occurred； evidently； at the house of my Mother's brothers； for my parents； at this date； visited no other。 My uncles were not religious men； but they had an almost filial respect for my Mother； who was several years senior to the elder of them。 When the catastrophe of my grandfather's fortune had occurred； they had not yet left school。 My Mother； in spite of an extreme dislike of teaching； which was native to her； immediately accepted the situation of a governess in the family of an Irish nobleman。 The mansion was only to be approached； as Miss Edgeworth would have said； 'through eighteen sloughs； at the imminent peril of one's life'； and when one had reached it； the mixture of opulence and squalor； of civility and savagery； was unspeakable。 But my Mother was well paid； and she stayed in this distasteful environment； doing the work she hated most； while with the margin of her salary she helped first one of her brothers and then the other through his Cambridge course。 They studied hard and did well at the university。 At length their sister received； in her 'ultima Thule'； news that her younger brother had taken his degree； and then and there； with a sigh of intense relief； she resigned her situation and came straight back to England。
It is not to be wondered at； then； that my uncles looked up to their sister with feelings of especial devotion。 They were no
