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the uncommercial traveller-第13部分

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doubt。  Nor do I doubt that they will work lower and lower down in

the social scale; if those who preside over them will be very

careful on two heads:  firstly; not to disparage the places in

which they speak; or the intelligence of their hearers; secondly;

not to set themselves in antagonism to the natural inborn desire of

the mass of mankind to recreate themselves and to be amused。



There is a third head; taking precedence of all others; to which my

remarks on the discourse I heard; have tended。  In the New

Testament there is the most beautiful and affecting history

conceivable by man; and there are the terse models for all prayer

and for all preaching。  As to the models; imitate them; Sunday

preachers … else why are they there; consider?  As to the history;

tell it。  Some people cannot read; some people will not read; many

people (this especially holds among the young and ignorant) find it

hard to pursue the verse…form in which the book is presented to

them; and imagine that those breaks imply gaps and want of

continuity。  Help them over that first stumbling…block; by setting

forth the history in narrative; with no fear of exhausting it。  You

will never preach so well; you will never move them so profoundly;

you will never send them away with half so much to think of。  Which

is the better interest:  Christ's choice of twelve poor men to help

in those merciful wonders among the poor and rejected; or the pious

bullying of a whole Union…full of paupers?  What is your changed

philosopher to wretched me; peeping in at the door out of the mud

of the streets and of my life; when you have the widow's son to

tell me about; the ruler's daughter; the other figure at the door

when the brother of the two sisters was dead; and one of the two

ran to the mourner; crying; 'The Master is come and calleth for

thee'? … Let the preacher who will thoroughly forget himself and

remember no individuality but one; and no eloquence but one; stand

up before four thousand men and women at the Britannia Theatre any

Sunday night; recounting that narrative to them as fellow

creatures; and he shall see a sight!







CHAPTER V … POOR MERCANTILE JACK







Is the sweet little cherub who sits smiling aloft and keeps watch

on life of poor Jack; commissioned to take charge of Mercantile

Jack; as well as Jack of the national navy?  If not; who is?  What

is the cherub about; and what are we all about; when poor



Mercantile Jack is having his brains slowly knocked out by penny…

weights; aboard the brig Beelzebub; or the barque Bowie…knife …

when he looks his last at that infernal craft; with the first

officer's iron boot…heel in his remaining eye; or with his dying

body towed overboard in the ship's wake; while the cruel wounds in

it do 'the multitudinous seas incarnadine'?



Is it unreasonable to entertain a belief that if; aboard the brig

Beelzebub or the barque Bowie…knife; the first officer did half the

damage to cotton that he does to men; there would presently arise

from both sides of the Atlantic so vociferous an invocation of the

sweet little cherub who sits calculating aloft; keeping watch on

the markets that pay; that such vigilant cherub would; with a

winged sword; have that gallant officer's organ of destructiveness

out of his head in the space of a flash of lightning?



If it be unreasonable; then am I the most unreasonable of men; for

I believe it with all my soul。



This was my thought as I walked the dock…quays at Liverpool;

keeping watch on poor Mercantile Jack。  Alas for me!  I have long

outgrown the state of sweet little cherub; but there I was; and

there Mercantile Jack was; and very busy he was; and very cold he

was:  the snow yet lying in the frozen furrows of the land; and the

north…east winds snipping off the tops of the little waves in the

Mersey; and rolling them into hailstones to pelt him with。

Mercantile Jack was hard at it; in the hard weather:  as he mostly

is in all weathers; poor Jack。  He was girded to ships' masts and

funnels of steamers; like a forester to a great oak; scraping and

painting; he was lying out on yards; furling sails that tried to

beat him off; he was dimly discernible up in a world of giant

cobwebs; reefing and splicing; he was faintly audible down in

holds; stowing and unshipping cargo; he was winding round and round

at capstans melodious; monotonous; and drunk; he was of a

diabolical aspect; with coaling for the Antipodes; he was washing

decks barefoot; with the breast of his red shirt open to the blast;

though it was sharper than the knife in his leathern girdle; he was

looking over bulwarks; all eyes and hair; he was standing by at the

shoot of the Cunard steamer; off to…morrow; as the stocks in trade

of several butchers; poulterers; and fishmongers; poured down into

the ice…house; he was coming aboard of other vessels; with his kit

in a tarpaulin bag; attended by plunderers to the very last moment

of his shore…going existence。  As though his senses; when released

from the uproar of the elements; were under obligation to be

confused by other turmoil; there was a rattling of wheels; a

clattering of hoofs; a clashing of iron; a jolting of cotton and

hides and casks and timber; an incessant deafening disturbance on

the quays; that was the very madness of sound。  And as; in the

midst of it; he stood swaying about; with his hair blown all manner

of wild ways; rather crazedly taking leave of his plunderers; all

the rigging in the docks was shrill in the wind; and every little

steamer coming and going across the Mersey was sharp in its blowing

off; and every buoy in the river bobbed spitefully up and down; as

if there were a general taunting chorus of 'Come along; Mercantile

Jack!  Ill…lodged; ill…fed; ill…used; hocussed; entrapped;

anticipated; cleaned out。  Come along; Poor Mercantile Jack; and be

tempest…tossed till you are drowned!'



The uncommercial transaction which had brought me and Jack

together; was this:… I had entered the Liverpool police force; that

I might have a look at the various unlawful traps which are every

night set for Jack。  As my term of service in that distinguished

corps was short; and as my personal bias in the capacity of one of

its members has ceased; no suspicion will attach to my evidence

that it is an admirable force。  Besides that it is composed;

without favour; of the best men that can be picked; it is directed

by an unusual intelligence。  Its organisation against Fires; I take

to be much better than the metropolitan system; and in all respects

it tempers its remarkable vigilance with a still more remarkable

discretion。



Jack had knocked off work in the docks some hours; and I had taken;

for purposes of identification; a photograph…likeness of a thief;

in the portrait…room at our head police office (on the whole; he

seemed rather complimented by the proceeding); and I had been on

police parade; and the small hand of the clock was moving
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