little travels and roadside sketches-第10章
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almost as it was in the twelfth century; it is spanned by Saxon
arches; and lighted by a multiplicity of Gothic windows of all
sizes; it is very lofty; clean; and perfectly well ventilated; a
screen runs across the middle of the room; to divide the male from
the female patients; and we were taken to examine each ward; where
the poor people seemed happier than possibly they would have been
in health and starvation without it。 Great yellow blankets were on
the iron beds; the linen was scrupulously clean; glittering pewter…
jugs and goblets stood by the side of each patient; and they were
provided with godly books (to judge from the binding); in which
several were reading at leisure。 Honest old comfortable nuns; in
queer dresses of blue; black; white; and flannel; were bustling
through the room; attending to the wants of the sick。 I saw about
a dozen of these kind women's faces: one was youngall were
healthy and cheerful。 One came with bare blue arms and a great
pile of linen from an outhousesuch a grange as Cedric the Saxon
might have given to a guest for the night。 A couple were in a
laboratory; a tall; bright; clean room; 500 years old at least。
〃We saw you were not very religious;〃 said one of the old ladies;
with a red; wrinkled; good…humored face; 〃by your behavior
yesterday in chapel。〃 And yet we did not laugh and talk as we used
at college; but were profoundly affected by the scene that we saw
there。 It was a fete…day: a mass of Mozart was sung in the
eveningnot well sung; and yet so exquisitely tender and
melodious; that it brought tears into our eyes。 There were not
above twenty people in the church: all; save three or four; were
women in long black cloaks。 I took them for nuns at first。 They
were; however; the common people of the town; very poor indeed;
doubtless; for the priest's box that was brought round was not
added to by most of them; and their contributions were but two…cent
pieces;five of these go to a penny; but we know the value of
such; and can tell the exact worth of a poor woman's mite! The
box…bearer did not seem at first willing to accept our donationwe
were strangers and heretics; however; I held out my hand; and he
came perforce as it were。 Indeed it had only a franc in it: but
que voulez…vous? I had been drinking a bottle of Rhine wine that
day; and how was I to afford more? The Rhine wine is dear in this
country; and costs four francs a bottle。
Well; the service proceeded。 Twenty poor women; two Englishmen;
four ragged beggars; cowering on the steps; and there was the
priest at the altar; in a great robe of gold and damask; two little
boys in white surplices serving him; holding his robe as he rose
and bowed; and the money…gatherer swinging his censer; and filling
the little chapel with smoke。 The music pealed with wonderful
sweetness; you could see the prim white heads of the nuns in their
gallery。 The evening light streamed down upon old statues of
saints and carved brown stalls; and lighted up the head of the
golden…haired Magdalen in a picture of the entombment of Christ。
Over the gallery; and; as it were; a kind protectress to the poor
below; stood the statue of the Virgin。
III。WATERLOO。
It is; my dear; the happy privilege of your sex in England to quit
the dinner…table after the wine…bottles have once or twice gone
round it; and you are thereby saved (though; to be sure; I can't
tell what the ladies do up stairs)you are saved two or three
hours' excessive dulness; which the men are obliged to go through。
I ask any gentleman who reads thisthe letters to my Juliana being
written with an eye to publicationto remember especially how many
times; how many hundred times; how many thousand times; in his
hearing; the battle of Waterloo has been discussed after dinner;
and to call to mind how cruelly he has been bored by the
discussion。 〃Ah; it was lucky for us that the Prussians came up!〃
says one little gentleman; looking particularly wise and ominous。
〃Hang the Prussians!〃 (or; perhaps; something stronger 〃the
Prussians!〃) says a stout old major on half…pay。 〃We beat the
French without them; sir; as beaten them we always have! We were
thundering down the hill of Belle Alliance; sir; at the backs of
them; and the French were crying 'Sauve qui peut' long before the
Prussians ever touched them!〃 And so the battle opens; and for
many mortal hours; amid rounds of claret; rages over and over
again。
I thought to myself considering the above things; what a fine thing
it will be in after…days to say that I have been to Brussels and
never seen the field of Waterloo; indeed; that I am such a
philosopher as not to care a fig about the battlenay; to regret;
rather; that when Napoleon came back; the British Government had
not spared their men and left him alone。
But this pitch of philosophy was unattainable。 This morning; after
having seen the Park; the fashionable boulevard; the pictures; the
cafeshaving sipped; I say; the sweets of every flower that grows
in this paradise of Brussels; quite weary of the place; we mounted
on a Namur diligence; and jingled off at four miles an hour for
Waterloo。
The road is very neat and agreeable: the Forest of Soignies here
and there interposes pleasantly; to give your vehicle a shade; the
country; as usual; is vastly fertile and well cultivated。 A farmer
and the conducteur were my companions in the imperial; and could I
have understood their conversation; my dear; you should have had
certainly a report of it。 The jargon which they talked was;
indeed; most queer and puzzlingFrench; I believe; strangely
hashed up and pronounced; for here and there one could catch a few
words of it。 Now and anon; however; they condescended to speak in
the purest French they could muster; and; indeed; nothing is more
curious than to hear the French of the country。 You can't
understand why all the people insist upon speaking it so badly。 I
asked the conductor if he had been at the battle; he burst out
laughing like a philosopher; as he was; and said 〃Pas si bete。〃 I
asked the farmer whether his contributions were lighter now than in
King William's time; and lighter than those in the time of the
Emperor? He vowed that in war…time he had not more to pay than in
time of peace (and this strange fact is vouched for by every person
of every nation); and being asked wherefore the King of Holland had
been ousted from his throne; replied at once; 〃Parceque c'etoit un
voleur:〃 for which accusation I believe there is some show of
reason; his Majesty having laid hands on much Belgian property
before the lamented outbreak which cost him his crown。 A vast deal
of laughing and roaring passed between these two worldly people and
the postilion; whom they called 〃baron;〃 and I thought no doubt
that this talk was one of the many jokes that my companions were
in the habit of making。 But not so: the postilion was an actual
baron; the bearer of an ancient name; the descendant of gallant
gentlemen。 Good heavens! what would Mrs。 Trollope say to see his
lordship here? His father the old baron had dissipated the family
fortune; and here was this young nobleman; at about five…and…forty;
compelled to bestride a clattering Flemish stallion; and bump over
dusty pavements at the rate of five miles an hour。 But see the
beauty of high blood: with what a calm grace the man of family
accommodates himself to fortune。 Far from being cast down; his
lordship met his fate like a man: he swore and laughed the whole of
the journey; and as we changed horses; condescended to partake of
half a pint of Louvain beer; to which the farmer treated him
indeed the worthy rustic treated me to a glass too。
Much delight and instruction have I had in the course of the
journey from my guide; philosopher; and friend; the author of
〃Murray's Handbook。〃 He has gathered together; indeed; a store of
information; and mus