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四季随笔-the private papers of henry ryecroft(英文版)-第12章

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nd flowers; I hear the birds whose wont it is to sing to me; ever and anon the martins that have their home beneath my eaves sweep past in silence。 Church bells have begun to chime; I know the music of their voices; near and far。
There was a time when it delighted me to flash my satire on the English Sunday; I could see nothing but antiquated foolishness and modern hypocrisy in this weekly pause from labour and from bustle。 Now I prize it as an inestimable boon; and dread every encroachment upon its restful stillness。 Scoff as I might at 〃Sabbatarianism;〃 was I not always glad when Sunday came? The bells of London churches and chapels are not soothing to the ear; but when I remember their sound……even that of the most aggressively pharisaic conventicle; with its one dire clapper……I find it associated with a sense of repose; of liberty。 This day of the seven I granted to my better genius; work was put aside; and; when Heaven permitted; trouble forgotten。
When out of England I have always missed this Sunday quietude; this difference from ordinary days which seems to affect the very atmosphere。 It is not enough that people should go to church; that shops should be closed and workyards silent; these holiday notes do not make a Sunday。 Think as one may of its significance; our Day of Rest has a peculiar sanctity; felt; I imagine; in a more or less vague way; even by those who wish to see the village lads at cricket and theatres open in the town。 The idea is surely as good a one as ever came to heavy…laden mortals; let one whole day in every week be removed from the mon life of the world; lifted above mon pleasures as above mon cares。 With all the abuses of fanaticism; this thought remained rich in blessings; Sunday has always brought large good to the generality; and to a chosen number has been the very life of the soul; however heretically some of them understood the words。 If its ancient use perish from among us; so much the worse for our country。 And perish no doubt it will; only here in rustic solitude can one forget the changes that have already made the day less sacred to multitudes。 With it will vanish that habit of periodic calm; which; even when it has bee so largely void of conscious meaning; is; one may safely say; the best spiritual boon ever bestowed upon a people。 The most difficult of all things to attain; the most difficult of all to preserve; the supreme benediction of the noblest mind; this calm was once breathed over the whole land as often as sounded the last stroke of weekly toil; on Saturday at even began the quiet and the solace。 With the decline of old faith; Sunday cannot but lose its sanction; and no loss among the innumerable that we are suffering will work so effectually for popular vulgarization。 What hope is there of guarding the moral beauty of the day when the authority which set it apart is no longer recognized?……Imagine a bank…holiday once a week!
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On Sunday I e down later than usual; I make a change of dress; for it is fitting that the day of spiritual rest should lay aside the livery of the laborious week。 For me; indeed; there is no labour at any time; but nevertheless does Sunday bring me repose。 I share in the mon tranquillity; my thought escapes the workaday world more pletely than on other days。
It is not easy to see how this house of mine can make to itself a Sunday quiet; for at all times it is well…nigh soundless; yet I find a difference。 My housekeeper es into the room with her Sunday smile; she is happier for the day; and the sight of her happiness gives me pleasure。 She speaks; if possible; in a softer voice; she wears a garment which reminds me that there is only the lightest and cleanest housework to be done。 She will go to church; morning and evening; and I know that she is better for it。 During her absence I sometimes look into rooms which on other days I never enter; it is merely to gladden my eyes with the shining cleanliness; the perfect order; I am sure to find in the good woman's domain。 But for that spotless and sweet…smelling kitchen; what would it avail me to range my books and hang my pictures? All the tranquillity of my life depends upon the honest care of this woman who lives and works unseen。 And I am sure that the money I pay her is the least part of her reward。 She is such an old…fashioned person that the mere discharge of what she deems a duty is in itself an end to her; and the work of her hands in itself a satisfaction; a pride。
When a child; I was permitted to handle on Sunday certain books which could not be exposed to the more careless usage of mon days; volumes finely illustrated; or the more handsome editions of familiar authors; or works which; merely by their bulk; demanded special care。 Happily; these books were all of the higher rank in literature; and so there came to be established in my mind an association between the day of rest and names which are the greatest in verse and prose。 Through my life this habit has remained with me; I have always wished to spend some part of the Sunday quiet with books which; at most times; it is fatally easy to leave aside; one's very knowledge and love of them serving as an excuse for their neglect in favour of print which has the attraction of newness。 Homer and Virgil; Milton and Shakespeare; not many Sundays have gone by without my opening one or other of these。 Not many Sundays? Nay; that is to exaggerate; as one has the habit of doing。 Let me say rather that; on many a rest…day I have found mind and opportunity for such reading。 Nowadays mind and opportunity fail me never。 I may take down my Homer or my Shakespeare when I choose; but it is still on Sunday that I feel it most being to seek the privilege of their panionship。 For these great ones; crowned with immortality; do not respond to him who approaches them as though hurried by temporal care。 There befits the garment of solemn leisure; the thought attuned to peace。 I open the volume somewhat formally; is it not sacred; if the word have any meaning at all? And; as I read; no interruption can befall me。 The note of a lin; the humming of a bee; these are the sounds about my sanctuary。 The page scarce rustles as it turns。
VI
Of how many dwellings can it be said that no word of anger is ever heard beneath its roof; and that no unkindly feeling ever exists between the inmates? Most men's experience would seem to justify them in declaring that; throughout the inhabited world; no such house exists。 I; knowing at all events of one; admit the possibility that there may be more; yet I feel that it is to hazard a conjecture; I cannot point with certainty to any other instance; nor in all my secular life (I speak as one who has quitted the world) could I have named a single example。
It is so difficult for human beings to live together; nay; it is so difficult for them to associate; however transitorily; and even under the most favourable conditions; without some shadow of mutual offence。 Consider the differences of task and of habit; the conflict of prejudices; the divergence of opinions (though that is probably the same thing); selves between any two persons brought into more than casual contact; and think how much self…subdual is implicit whenever; for more than an hour or two; they co…exist in seeming harmony。 Man is not made for peaceful intercourse with his fellows; he is by nature self…assertive; monly aggressive; always critical in a more or less hostile spirit of any characteristic which seems strange to him。 That he is capable of profound affections merely modifies here and there his natural contentiousness; and subdues its expression。 Even love; in the largest and purest sense of the word; is no safeguard against perilous irritation and sensibilities inborn。 And what were the durability of love without the powerful alliance of habit?
Suppose yourself endowed with such power of hearing that all the talk going on at any moment beneath the domestic roofs of any town became clearly audible to you; the dominant note would be that of moods; tempers; opinions at jar。 Who but the most amiable dreamer can doubt it? This; mind you; is not the same thing as saying that angry emotion is the ruling force in human life; the facts of our civilization prove the contrary。 Just because; and only because; the natural spirit of conflict finds such frequent scope; does human society hold together; and; on the whole; present a pacific aspect。 In the course of ages (one would like to know how many) man has attained a remarkable degree of self…control; dire experience has forced upon him the necessity of promise; and habit has inclined him (the individual) to prefer a quiet; orderly life。 But by instinct he is still a quarrelsome creature; and he gives vent to the impulse as far as it is patible with his reasoned interests…… often; to be sure; without regard for that limit。 The average man or woman is always at open discord with some one; the great majority could not live without oft…recurrent squabble。 Speak in confidence with any one you like; and get him to tell you how many cases of coldness; alienation; or downright enmity; between friends and kinsfolk; his memory registers; the number will be considerable; and what a vastly greater number of everyday 〃misunderstandings〃 may be thence 
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