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  A CHEERFUL TEMPER故事

   FROM my father I received the best inheritance, namely a

   "good temper." "And who was my father?" That has nothing to do

   with the good temper; but I will say he was lively,

   good-looking round, and fat; he was both in appearance and

   character a complete contradiction to his profession. "And

   pray what was his profession and his standing in respectable

   society?" Well, perhaps, if in the beginning of a book these

   were written and printed, many, when they read it, would lay

   the book down and say, "It seems to me a very miserable title,

   I don't like things of this sort." And yet my father was not a

   skin-dresser nor an executioner; on the contrary, his

   employment placed him at the head of the grandest people of

   the town, and it was his place by right. He had to precede the

   bishop, and even the princes of the blood; he always went

   first,- he was a hearse driver! There, now, the truth is out.

   And I will own, that when people saw my father perched up in

   front of the omnibus of death, dressed in his long, wide,

   black cloak, and his black-edged, three-cornered hat on his

   head, and then glanced at his round, jocund face, round as the

   sun, they could not think much of sorrow or the grave. That

   face said, "It is nothing, it will all end better than people

   think." So I have inherited from him, not only my good temper,

   but a habit of going often to the churchyard, which is good,

   when done in a proper humor; and then also I take in the

   Intelligencer, just as he used to do.

   I am not very young, I have neither wife nor children, nor

   a library, but, as I said, I read the Intelligencer, which is

   enough for me; it is to me a delightful paper, and so it was

   to my father. It is of great use, for it contains all that a

   man requires to know; the names of the preachers at the

   church, and the new books which are published; where houses,

   servants, clothes, and provisions may be obtained. And then

   what a number of subscriptions to charities, and what innocent

   verses! Persons seeking interviews and engagements, all so

   plainly and naturally stated. Certainly, a man who takes in

   the Intelligencer may live merrily and be buried contentedly,

   and by the end of his life will have such a capital stock of

   paper that he can lie on a soft bed of it, unless he prefers

   wood shavings for his resting-place. The newspaper and the

   churchyard were always exciting objects to me. My walks to the

   latter were like bathing-places to my good humor. Every one

   can read the newspaper for himself, but come with me to the

   churchyard while the sun shines and the trees are green, and

   let us wander among the graves. Each of them is like a closed

   book, with the back uppermost, on which we can read the title

   of what the book contains, but nothing more. I had a great

   deal of information from my father, and I have noticed a great

   deal myself. I keep it in my diary, in which I write for my

   own use and pleasure a history of all who lie here, and a few

   more beside.

   Now we are in the churchyard. Here, behind the white iron

   railings, once a rose-tree grew; it is gone now, but a little

   bit of evergreen, from a neighboring grave, stretches out its

   green tendrils, and makes some appearance; there rests a very

   unhappy man, and yet while he lived he might be said to occupy

   a very good position. He had enough to live upon, and

   something to spare; but owing to his refined tastes the least

   thing in the world annoyed him. If he went to a theatre of an

   evening, instead of enjoying himself he would be quite annoyed

   if the machinist had put too strong a light into one side of

   the moon, or if the representations of the sky hung over the

   scenes when they

  ought to have hung behind them; or if a

   palm-tree was introduced into a scene representing the

   Zoological Gardens of Berlin, or a cactus in a view of Tyrol,

   or a beech-tree in the north of Norway. As if these things

   were of any consequence! Why did he not leave them alone? Who

   would trouble themselves about such trifles? especially at a

   comedy, where every one is expected to be amused. Then

   sometimes the public applauded too much, or too little, to

   please him. "They are like wet wood," he would say, looking

   round to see what sort of people were present, "this evening;

   nothing fires them." Then he would vex and fret himself

   because they did not laugh at the right time, or because they

   laughed in the wrong places; and so he fretted and worried

   himself till at last the unhappy man fretted himself into the

   grave.

   Here rests a happy man, that is to say, a man of high

   birth and position, which was very lucky for him, otherwise he

   would have been scarcely worth notice. It is beautiful to

   observe how wisely nature orders these things. He walked about

   in a coat embroidered all over, and in the drawing-rooms of

   society looked just like one of those rich pearl-embroidered

   bell-pulls, which are only made for show; and behind them

   always hangs a good thick cord for use. This man also had a

   stout, useful substitute behind him, who did duty for him, and

   performed all his dirty work. And there are still, even now,

   these serviceable cords behind other embroidered bell-ropes.

   It is all so wisely arranged, that a man may well be in a good

   humor.

   Here rests,- ah, it makes one feel mournful to think of

   him!- but here rests a man who, during sixty-seven years, was

   never remembered to have said a good thing; he lived only in

   the hope of having a good idea. At last he felt convinced, in

   his own mind, that he really had one, and was so delighted

   that he positively died of joy at the thought of having at

   last caught an idea. Nobody got anything by it; indeed, no one

   even heard what the good thing was. Now I can imagine that

   this same idea may prevent him from resting quietly in his

   grave; for suppose that to produce a good effect, it is

   necessary to bring out his new idea at breakfast, and that he

   can only make his appearance on earth at midnight, as ghosts

   are believed generally to do; why then this good idea would

   not suit the hour, and the man would have to carry it down

   again with him into the grave- that must be a troubled grave.

   The woman who lies here was so remarkably stingy, that

   during her life she would get up in the night and mew, that

   her neighbors might think she kept a cat. What a miser she

   was!

   Here rests a young lady, of a good family, who would

   always make her voice heard in society, and when she sang "Mi

   manca la voce,"* it was the only true thing she ever said in

   her life.

   * "I want a voice," or, "I have no voice."

   Here lies a maiden of another description. She was engaged

   to be married,- but, her story is one of every-day life; we

   will leave her to rest in the grave.

   Here rests a widow, who, with music in her tongue, carried

   gall in her heart. She used to go round among the families

   near, and search out their faults, upon which she preyed with

   all the envy and malice of her nature. This is a family grave.

   The members of this family held so firmly together in their

   opinions, that they would believe in no other. If the

   newspapers, or even the whole world, said of a certain

   subject, "It is so-and-so;" and a little schoolboy declared he

   had learned quite differently, they would take his assertion

   as the only true one, because he belonged to the family. And

   it is well known that if the yard-cock belonging to this

   family happened to crow at midnight, they would declare it was

   morning, although the watchman and all the clocks in the town

   were proclaiming the hour of twelve at night.

   The great poet Goethe concludes his Faust with the words,

   "may be continued;" so might our wanderings in the churchyard

   be continued. I come here often, and if any of my friends, or

   those who are not my friends, are too much for me, I go out

   and choose a plot of ground in which to bury him or her. Then

   I bury them, as it were; there they lie, dead and powerless,

   till they come back new and better characters. Their lives and

   their deeds, looked at after my own fashion, I write down in

   my diary, as every one ought to do. Then, if any of our

   friends act absurdly, no one need to be vexed about it. Let

   them bury the offenders out of sight, and keep their good

   temper. They can also read the Intelligencer, which is a paper

   written by the people, with their hands guided. When the time

   comes for the history of my life, to be bound by the grave,

   then they will write upon it as my epitaph-

   "The man with a cheerful temper."

   And this is my story.

   THE END



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生词表:
  • good-looking [] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.漂亮的,美貌的 六级词汇
  • contradiction [,kɔntrə´dikʃən] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.矛盾;反驳;抵触 四级词汇
  • jocund [´dʒɔkənd] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.欢乐的,愉快的 六级词汇
  • churchyard [´tʃə:tʃjɑ:d] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.教堂院子 四级词汇
  • evergreen [´evəgri:n] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.常绿的,常青的 四级词汇
  • refined [ri´faind] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.精制的;文雅的 四级词汇
  • zoological [,zəuə´lɔdʒik(ə)l] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.动物学(上)的 六级词汇
  • mournful [´mɔ:nful] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.令人沮丧的 四级词汇
  • remarkably [ri´mɑ:kəbli] 移动到这儿单词发声 ad.非凡地;显著地 四级词汇
  • watchman [´wɔtʃmən] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.(夜间)看守人 四级词汇


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