father and son-第39章
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I have now reached in my narrative； I had the advantage of knowing a person who was branded before the whole world； and punished by the law of his country； as a felonious hypocrite。 My Father himself could only sigh and admit the charge。 And yetI doubt。
About half…way between our village and the town there lay a comfortable villa inhabited by a retired solicitor； or perhaps attorney； whom I shall name Mr。 Dormant。 We often called at his half…way house； and； although he was a member of the town… meeting； he not unfrequently came up to us for 'the breaking of bread'。 Mr。 Dormant was a solid； pink man； of a cosy habit。 He had beautiful white hair； a very soft voice； and a welcoming； wheedling manner； he was extremely fluent and zealous in using the pious phraseology of the sect。 My Father had never been very much attracted to him； but the man professed； and I think felt； an overwhelming admiration for my Father。 Mr。 Dormant was not very well off； and in the previous year he had persuaded an aged gentleman of wealth to come and board with him。 When； in the course of the winter； this gentleman died； much surprise was felt at the report that he had left almost his entire fortune； which was not inconsiderable； to Mr。 Dormant。
Much surprisefor the old gentleman had a son to whom he had always been warmly attached； who was far away； I think in South America； practising a perfectly respectable profession of which his father entirely approved。 My own Father always preserved a delicacy and a sense of honour about money which could not have been more sensitive if he had been an ungodly man； and I am very much pleased to remember that when the legacy was first spoken of； he regretted that Mr。 Dormant should have allowed the old gentleman to make this will。 If he knew the intention； my Father said； it would have shown a more proper sense of his responsibility if he had dissuaded the testator from so unbecoming a disposition。 That was long before any legal question arose； and now Mr。 Dormant came into his fortune； and began to make handsome gifts to missionary societies； and to his own meeting in the town。 If I do not mistake； he gave； unsolicited； a sum to our building fund； which my Father afterwards returned。 But in process of time we heard that the son had come back from the Antipodes； and was making investigations。 Before we knew where we were； the news burst upon us； like a bomb…shell； that Mr。 Dormant had been arrested on a criminal charge and was now in jail at Exeter。
Sympathy was at first much extended amongst us to the prisoner。 But it was lessened when we understood that the old gentleman had been 'converted' while under Dormant's roof； and had given the fact that his son was 'an unbeliever' as a reason for disinheriting him。 All doubt was set aside when it was divulged； under pressure； by the nurse who attended on the old gentleman； herself one of the 'saints'； that Dormant had traced the signature to the will by drawing the fingers of the testator over the document when he was already and finally comatose。
My Father； setting aside by a strong effort of will the repugnance which he felt； visited the prisoner in gaol before this final evidence had been extracted。 When he returned he said that Dormant appeared to be enjoying a perfect confidence of heart； and had expressed a sense of his joy and peace in the Lord； my Father regretted that he had not been able to persuade him to admit any error； even of judgement。 But the prisoner's attitude in the dock； when the facts were proved； and not by him denied； was still more extraordinary。 He could be induced to exhibit no species of remorse； and； to the obvious anger of the judge himself； stated that he had only done his duty as a Christian； in preventing this wealth from coming into the hands of an ungodly man； who would have spent it in the service of the flesh and of the devil。 Sternly reprimanded by the judge； he made the final statement that at that very moment he was conscious of his Lord's presence； in the dock at his side； whispering to him 'Well done； thou good and faithful servant！' In this frame of conscience； and with a glowing countenance； he was hurried away to penal servitude。
This was a very painful incident； and it is easy to see how compromising； how cruel； it was in its effect upon our communion； what occasion it gave to our enemies to blaspheme。 No one； in either meeting； could or would raise a voice to defend Mr。 Dormant。 We had to bow our heads when we met our enemies in the gate。 The blow fell more heavily on the meeting of which he had been a prominent and communicating member； but it fell on us too； and my Father felt it severely。 For many years he would never mention the man's name； and he refused all discussion of the incident。
Yet I was never sure； and I am not sure now； that the wretched being was a hypocrite。 There are as many vulgar fanatics as there are distinguished ones； and I am not convinced that Dormant； coarse and narrow as he was； may not have sincerely believed that it was better for the money to be used in religious propaganda than in the pleasures of the world； of which he doubtless formed a very vague idea。 On this affair I meditated much； and it awakened in my mind； for the first time； a doubt whether our exclusive system of ethics was an entirely salutary one； if it could lead the conscience of a believer to tolerate such acts as these； acts which my Father himself had denounced as dishonourable and disgraceful。
My stepmother brought with her a little library of such books as we had not previously seen； but which yet were known to all the world except us。 Prominent among these was a set of the poems of Walter Scott； and in his unwonted geniality and provisional spirit of compromise； my Father must do no less than read these works aloud to my stepmother in the quiet spring evenings。 This was a sort of aftermath of courtship； a tribute of song to his bride； very sentimental and pretty。 She would sit； sedately； at her workbox； while he； facing her； poured forth the verses at her like a blackbird。 I was not considered in this arrangement； which was wholly matrimonial； but I was present； and the exercise made more impression upon me than it did upon either of the principal agents。My Father read the verse admirably； with a full；some people （but not I） might say with a too fullperception of the metre as well as of the rhythm； rolling out the rhymes； and glorying in the proper names。 He began； and it was a happy choice； with 'The Lady of the Lake'。 It gave me singular pleasure to hear his large voice do justice to 'Duncrannon' and 'Cambus… Kenneth'； and wake the echoes with 'Rhoderigh Vich Alphine dhu； ho！ ieroe！' I almost gasped with excitement； while a shudder floated down my backbone； when we came to：
A sharp and shrieking echo gave； Coir…Uriskin； thy goblin cave！ And the grey pass where birches wave； On Beala…nam…bo；
a passage which seemed to me to achieve the ideal of sublime romance。 My thoughts were occupied all day long with the adventures of Fitzjames and the denizens of Ellen's Isle。 It became an obsession； and when I was asked whether I remembered the name of the cottage where the minister of the Bible Christians lodged； I answered； dreamily； 'Yes；Bealanambo。'
Seeing me so much fascinated； thrown indeed into a temporary frenzy； by the epic poetry of Sir Walter Scott； my stepmother asked my Father whether I might not start reading the Waverley Novels。 But he refused to permit this； on the ground that those tales gave false and disturbing pictures of life； and would lead away my attention from heavenly things。 I do not fully apprehend what distinction he drew between the poems； which he permitted； and the novels； which he refused。 But I suppose he regarded a work in verse as more artificial； and therefore less likely to make a realistic impression； than one in prose。 There is something quaint in the conscientious scruple which allows The Lord of the Isles and excludes Rob Roy。
But stranger still； and amounting almost to a whim； was his sudden decision that； although I might not touch the novels of Scott； I was free to read those of Dickens。 I recollect that my stepmother showed some surprise at this； and that my Fathe
