For fourscore years, the Boundary Dispute Had lain in Chancery, irresolute1, As Penns and Baltimores were born, and pass'd, And nothing ever seem'd to move too fast. Tho' Maryland's case be stronger on the Merits, Yet Penn's the Friend at Court of certain Ferrets, Who'll worry ev'ry dimly doubtful Acre (The betting in the Clubs is with the Quaker). Let Judges judge, and Lawyers have their Day, Yet soon or late, the Line will find its Way, For Skies grow thick with aviating Swine, Ere men pass up the chance to draw a Line. So, one day, into Delaware's great Basin, With strange Machinery2 sail Mr. Mason, And Mr. Dixon, by the Falmouth Packet, Connected, as with some invis'ble Bracket,— Sharing a Fate, directed by the Stars, To mark the Earth with geometrick Scars.
- Timothy Tox, The Line
From the shore they will hear Milkmaids quarreling and cowbells a-clank, and dogs, and Babies old and new,— Hammers upon Nails, Wives upon Husbands, the ring of Pot-lids, the jingling3 of Draft-chains, a rifle-shot from a stretch of woods, lengthily4 crackling tree to tree and across the water.... An animal will come to a Headland, and stand, regarding them with narrowly set Eyes that glow a Moment. Its Face slowly turning as they pass. America.
At sunset they raise the Capes5 of Delaware, and lie to for the Night in Whorekill Road, just inside Cape6 Henlopen. The Astronomers7 hear Rails whistling, and a feral screaming in the Brakes, that the one imag?ines as Heat, and the other as Slaughter9, tho' they do not discuss this. Somewhere a Channel-Buoy rings, reports arrive all night of Lights upon the Shore...Sailors prowl the Decks, losing Sleep. The sunrise comes chaste10 beyond all easy Wit. The Coffee is brew'd once, and then pour'd thro' its own Grounds again, by Shorty, the Cook. Among the morning Breezes, Capt. Falconer works his Vessel11 back out between the Hen-and-Chickens and the Shears12, to the main Channel, and with a Pilot will?ing to take Packet-Wages aboard, begins threading among the bars and Flats of Delaware Bay, toward New Castle, where the Bay, narrow'd by then to a River, takes its great ninety-degree turn Eastward13,— the Town wheeling away to larboard brick, white, grayish blue of a precise shade neither Astronomer8 has ever seen, Citizens and their Children waving, horses a-clop upon the paving-stones, white publick Trim-work shifting like Furniture upon the Sky.
Children, at that time Philadelphia was second only to London, as the greatest of English-speaking cities. The Ships' Landing ran well up into the Town, by way of Dock Creek14, so that the final Approach was like being reach'd out to, the Wind baffl'd, a slow embrace of Brickwork, as the Town came to swallow one by one their Oceanick Degrees of free?dom,— once as many as a Compass box'd, and now, as they single up all lines, as they secure from Sea-Detail, as they come to rest, none. Here is Danger's own Home-Port, where mates swallow the Anchor and have fatal failures of judgment15. Where a Sailor who goes up an Alley16 may not return the same Swab at all.
'Tis the middle of November, though seeming not much different from a late English summer. It is an overcast17 Evening, rain in the Offing. In a street nearby, oysters18 from the Delaware shore are being cried by the Waggon19-load. The Surveyors stand together at the Quarter-deck, Mason in gray stockings, brown breeches, and snuff-color'd Coat with pinch?beck buttons,— Dixon in red coat, Breeches, and boots, and a Hat with
a severely20 Military rake to it,— waiting the Instruments, both, now, more keenly than at any time during this late sea-passage, feeling like Super?cargo22, pos'd not before wild seas or exotick landscapes, but among Objects of Oceanick Commerce,— as all 'round them Sailors and Dock-men labor23, nets lift and sway as if by themselves, bulging24 with casks of nails and jellied eels25, British biscuit and buttons for your waistcoat, Ton-icks, Colognes, golden Provolones. Upon the docks a mighty26 Bustling27 proceeds, as Waggon-drivers mingle28 with higher-born couples in Italian chaises, Negroes with hand-barrows, Irish servants with cargo of all sorts upon their backs, running Dogs, rooting Hogs29, and underfoot lies all the debris30 of global Traffick, shreds31 of spices and teas and coffee-berries, splashes of Geneva gin and Queen-of-Hungary water, oranges and shad?docks fallen and squash'd, seeds that have sprouted32 between the cob?blestones, Pills Balsamic and Universal, ground and scatter'd, down where the Flies convene33, and the Spadger hops34.
Stevedores35 are carrying trunks down the planks36, or rolling Barrels down into waggons37, where Horses, not much different from British farm horses, stand awaiting loads and journeys. Thoroughbred Cousins clitter-clatter in, hauling an open Carriage-Load of artfully dressed Maidens38, who do not seem to be related to anyone on board, coming prancingly alongside, smiling and waving at everyone they can see. These are Philadelphia girls,— who, in the article of reckless Flirtation39, the Sur?veyors will discover, put all the stoep-sitters of Cape Town quite in Eclipse. Dixon, playing the rural booby, grins and waves his hat. "Whatcheer, Poll, is it Thoo?"
Philadelphia Girls, Philadelphia Ways, Heavenly Sights, Schuylkill-side Nights, and Phila-delphia Days...
Debarking passengers are scrutiniz'd by dock-side visitors with vary?ing Motives40. Some are actually there to meet Passengers. Some have come to gather information. Others with an interest in the category of traveler term'd "unwary" have pass'd the Morning perfecting before pocket mirrors images of guilelessness. Appropriate Elements hover41 about the cargoes42 of small but interesting items such as Gemstones and
Medicines, with Pilferage43 in mind. Vendors44 of all sorts have set up to
address the Sailors, three weeks at sea. Those who do not stroll these
Pitches one by one, ignore them, streaking45 past, eager to be in to Town
before Evening's first illuminate46 Windows
"Pass it by, Lads, 'tis not for you,— why should you ever need this marvelous Potion, prais'd by the most successful lovers of all time,— you there, ye've heard of Don Juan? Casanova? and how about Old Q, the Star of Piccadilly? What d'ye think keeps him so Brisk, eh?"
"Milkmaid in Your Pocket, right here Jack47 me Boy,— Milkmaid in Your Pocket,"— proving to be a curious portable Cup, equipp'd with a simple Siphon, for carrying about the Liquid of one's Choice, upon which one may then suck, "— whatever the Circs, during a card-game, out in the Street, back in the Ship."
"Her name is Graziana, Lads, a Daughter of Naples,— you that's been to Naples, heh, heh, and you that haven't, why this is your chance! she may not speak a word of English, but there's something she can do, and she's doing it right now! See her handle it,— see her flatten48 it,— see her toss it twirling in the Air, with all the female exuberance49 of her Race, and we haven't even gotten to the Scamozz' yet!"
"The Sign upon the Waggon says it all, Boys, 'Heaven or Bust,' those're the choices, you've been out around the World and you know it's true,— now what are you going to do about it? Go in another Tavern50, fol?low like a train'd Dog another flashing of Satinette, wait one Card too many to gather up even a few small Coins,— stumble back to the Ship, single up all lines, out once again into certain Danger. What do you think Jesus feels like, when he sees you missing another Chance like that? Oh, He's watchin'. He knows."
The Revd MacClenaghan, a rousing Evangelist said to be much in the Whitefield Mold, has just been through Town, and the effects of his Pas?sage21 appear everywhere. Snooty urban Anglicans for whom Christ has figured as a distant, minor51 Saint are suddenly upon the streets with their Wigs52 askew53, singing original Hymns54 about rebirth in his Blood. Presby?terians in great Conestoga Waggons haunt the Approaches to taverns55 and inns, gathering56 up sinners of all degrees and persuasions57, taking them far out into the Country, and subjecting them to intense sermonizing
until they either escape, go to sleep, or find the true turning of Heart that needs no Authentication58. Even Quakers are out in the Street, bargaining with unexpected pugnacity59, for a share of this Population suddenly rous'd into Christliness.
"The New Religion had crested60 better than twenty years before," the Revd Cherrycoke explains, "— by the 'sixties we were well into a Descent, that grew more vertiginous61 with the days, ever toward some great Trough whose terrible Depth no one knew."
"Or, 'yet knows.' " The intermittently62 gloomy Ethelmer. As so often, the Revd finds himself looking for Tenebras's reactions to the thoughts of her Cousin the University man. "All respect, Sir, wouldn't the scientifick thing have been to keep note, through the years after, of those claiming rebirth in Christ? To see how they did,— how long the certainty lasted? To see who was telling the truth, and how much of it?"
"Oh, there were scoundrels about, to be sure," says the Revd, "claim?ing falsely for purposes of Commerce, an Awakening63 they would not have recogniz'd had it shouted to them by Name. But enough people had shar'd the experience, that Charlatans64 were easily expos'd. That was the curious thing. So many, having been thro' it together.
"You should have seen this place the time Whitefield came. All Philadelphia, delirious65 with Psalms66. People standing67 up on Ladders at the Church Windows, Torch-light bright as Midday. Direct experience of Christ, hitherto the painfully earn'd privilege of Hermits68 in the desert, was in the Instant, amid the best farmland on Earth, being freely given to a great Town of Burghers and Churchfolk.— They need only accept. How could the world have remain'd right-side-up after days like those? 'Twas the Holy Ghost, conducting its own Settlement of America. George the Third might claim it, but 'twas the Ghost that rul'd, and rules yet, even in Deistic times."
"Say." DePugh considering. "No wonder there was a Revolution."
"Hmph. Some Revolution," remarks Euphrenia.
"Why, Euph!" cries her sister.
"How not?" protests Ethelmer. "Excuse me, Ma'am,— but as you must appreciate how even your sort of Musick is changing, recall what
Plato said in his 'Republick',— 'When the Forms of Musick change, 'tis a Promise of civil Disorder69.'''
"I believe his Quarrel was with the Dithyrambists," the Revd smoothly70 puts in, "- - who were not changing the Forms of Song, he felt, so much as mixing up one with another, or abandoning them altogether, as their madness might dictate71."
"Just what I keep listening for, Thelmer," Euphrenia nods, "in the songs and hymns of your own American day, yet do I seek in vain after madness, and Rapture,— hearing but a careful attending to the same Forms, the same Interests, as of old,— and have you noticed the way ev'rything, suddenly, has begun to gravitate toward B-flat major? That's a sign of trouble ahead. Marches and Anthems72, for Triumphs that have not yet been made real. Already 'tis possible to walk the streets of New-York, passing among Buskers and Mongers, from one street-air to the next, and whistle along, and never have to change Key from B flat major."
"Ah. And yet.. .If I may?" The young man seats himself at the Clavier, and arpeggiates a few major chords. "In C, if ye like,— here is some?thing the fellows sing at University, when we are off being merry,— 'To Anacreon in Heaven' 's its Name,— I'll spare ye the words, lest the Inno?cence of any Ear in the Room, be assaulted." Tenebrae has invented and refin'd a way of rolling her eyes, undetectable to any save her Target, upon whom the effect is said to be devastating73. Ethelmer's reaction is not easy to detect, save that he is blinking rapidly, and forgets, for a moment, where Middle C is.
The Air he plays to them would be martial74 but for its Tempo75, being more that of a Minuet,— thirty-two Measures in all,— which by its end has feet tapping and necks a-sway. "Here, I say, is the New Form in its Essence,— Four Stanzas,— sentimentally76 speaking, a 'Sandwich,' with the third eight 'Bars' as the Filling,— that Phrase," playing it, "ascend78?ing like a Sky-Rocket, its appeal to the Emotions primitive79 as any expe?rienced in the Act of—
"Cousin?— "
- of, of Eating, that's all I was going to say...," hands spread in gawky appeal.
She shakes her Finger at him, tho' as the Revd can easily see, in nought80 but Play.
"And this is the sort of thing you lads are up to," he avuncularly rum?bles, "out there over Delaware? Anatomizing your own drinking songs!— is nothing sacred, and is there not but a small skipping Dance-step, till ye be questioning earthly, nay81, Heavenly, Powers?"
"Something's a-stir in Musick, anyway," quickly inserts Aunt Euphy, - most of the new pieces us'd to be one Dance-Tune after another, or, for the Morning Next, a similar Enchainment of Hymns,— no connection, Gigue, Sarabande, Bourree, la la la well a-trip thro' the Zinnias of Life, and how merry, of course,— but 'my' stuff, Thelmer,"— waving a Sheaf of Musick-Sheets,— "all is become Departure, and sentimental77 Crisis,— the Sandwich-Filling it seems,— and at last, Return to the Tonick, safe at Home, no need even to play loud at the end.— Mason and Dixon's West Line," Aunt Euphrenia setting her Oboe carefully upon the arm of her Chair, "in fact, shares this modern Quality of Departure and Return, wherein, year upon Year, the Ritornelli are not merely the same notes again and again, but variant82 each time, as Clocks have tick'd onward83, Chance has dealt fair and foul84, Life, willy-nilly, has been liv'd through—"
"As to journey west," adds the Revd helpfully, "in the same sense as the Sun, is to live, raise Children, grow older, and die, carried along by the Stream of the Day,— whilst to turn Eastward, is somehow to resist time and age, to work against the Wind, seek ever the dawn, even, as who can say, defy Death."
"A drama guaranteed ev'ry time a Reedwoman picks up her Instru?ment, Wick-Wax,— a Novel in Musick, whose Hero instead of proceed?ing down the road having one adventure after another, with no end in view, comes rather through some Catastrophe85 and back to where she set out from."
"No place like home, eh?" guffaws86 Lomax LeSpark.
"Doesn't sound too revolutionary to me," declares Uncle Ives. "Sounds like a good sermon aim'd at keeping the Country-People in their place."
"That's because you ain't hearing it aright, Nunk. 'Tis the Elder World, Turn'd Upside Down," Ethelmer banging out a fragment of the
tune of that Title, play'd at the surrender of Cornwallis, " Tis a lengthy87 step in human wisdom, Sir."
"Oh dear oh dear, beware then," the Revd groans88 in a manner he has learn'd, if challenged, to pass off as Stomach distress89. Ethelmer seems dangerous to him somehow, and not only because of Tenebrse,— toward whom these days he is undergoing Deep Avuncularity, with its own Jan?gle of Sentiments pure and impure90. Yet, leaving all that out, there remains91 to the Boy a residue92 of Worldliness notable even in this Babylon of post-war Philadelphia,— a step past Deism, a purpos'd Disconnection from Christ—
"...South Philadelphia Ballad-singers," Ethelmer has meanwhile been instructing the Room, "generally Tenors93, who are said, in their Suc?cession94, to constitute a Chapter in the secret History of a Musick yet to be, if not the Modal change Plato fear'd, then one he did not foresee."
"Not even he." His mathematickal cousin DePugh is disquieted95.
"My point exactly!" cries Ethelmer, who has been edging toward the Spirits, mindful that at some point he shall have to edge past his Cousin Tenebrae. " 'Tis ever the sign of Revolutionary times, that Street-Airs become Hymns, and Roist'ring-Songs Anthems,— just as Plato fear'd,— hast heard the Negroe Musick, the flatted Fifths, the vocal96 portamenti,— 'tis there sings your Revolution. These late ten American Years were but Slaughter of this sort and that. Now begins the true Inversion97 of the World."
"Don't know, Coz. Much of your Faith seems invested in this novel Musick,—
"Where better?" asks young Ethelmer confidently. "Is it not the very Rhythm of the Engines, the Clamor of the Mills, the Rock of the Oceans, the Roll of the Drums in the Night, why if one wish'd to give it a Name,—
"Surf Music!" DePugh cries.
"Percussion," Brae, sweet as a Pie.
"Very well to both of ye,— nonetheless,— as you, DePugh, shall, one full Moon not too distant, be found haggling98 in the Alleys99 with Caribbean Negroes, over the price of some modest Guitar upon which to strum this very Musick, so shall you, Miss, be dancing to it, at your Wedding.”
"Then you should be wearing this 'round your Head," suggests Brae quite upon her "Beat," "if you wish to work as a Gypsy." Handing him from her Sewing-Basket a length of scarlet100 Muslin, which the game Ethelmer has 'round his head in a Trice.
"More a Pirate than a Gypsy," Brae opines.
"Yet, just as Romantick, in its way...?”
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96 vocal | |
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98 haggling | |
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