"Blocked everywhere!" he said, walking up and down his little room. "Father Dan, you are right; and I am a fool. There is no use attempting to do any good in Ireland."
Now, this was not exactly the conclusion I wanted him to come to; but we have a national failing of generalizing from rather minute particulars.
"I'm not so sure of that," I said. "I think you have a fair share of work to do here, and that you have done it and are doing it remarkably4 well."
Absurd! There was not half enough to do to satisfy his Napoleonic ambition. Nothing but the Vicariate of the whole of the Dark Continent for this young man.
"Look here, Father Dan. My parochial work is over every day at four o'clock; and you have taught me to finish the Office, even by anticipation5, before dinner. Now, what on earth is a young fellow to do between four o'clock of a winter's evening and ten o'clock, when he retires? Once in a month I dine at Campion's; but the rest of the time, except when I run up to you—"
"And you don't come half enough, you, sir," I said. "I never saw anything like the—pride of young fellows nowadays."
"That's all right, Father Dan," he replied, somewhat more calmly; "but even with all your kindness, what in the world am I to do with my leisure time?"
"Read, and read, and read," I said. "Have you not the whole ocean of human knowledge to dip into?"
"Ah! cui bono?" he replied.
"Cui bono? from you! I never thought I'd hear that fatal word again. Cui bono? from you! Cui bono? from you!"
I was never so startled in my life. It was a dread6 revelation of dissatisfaction and ennui7, that might lead no one knew whither.
"Cui bono?" I said. "Is there any pleasure on this earth comparable to the pleasure of acquiring knowledge? Is there any satisfaction equal to the continuous pursuit of ideas—always coming up to them, and passing them in the insatiable thirst and pursuit? Now, I see clearly that my tastes are not your tastes, and I was wrong in forcing the studies of the classics upon you. But take up philosophy, arrange a horarium for the evenings—so much time for reading, so much for thinking, so much for writing—"
"Ah! there you've struck it," he broke in. "If I could only write, I should always have an incentive8, and a strong incentive for reading and studying what I read."
"And why don't you write?" I repeated. "Paper is cheap; pens and ink don't cost much—"
"Write for what, and for whom?" he cried.
"Write for the magazines," I said. "Write brisk, crisp, lively articles for our reviews and periodicals; get paid for them; and then the ineffable9 pleasure of seeing your own work in print!"
"And what if they were rejected contumeliously?"
"Impossible," I replied; "there is room and to spare for good writers. Why, we are always crying out about the barrenness of our literature!"
He had gone over to a portfolio10, and had taken out a few rolls of manuscript, to each of which a letter was tagged. He handed them to me without a word. It needed only a glance to see that if the editors had used up all the polite words of the language, nevertheless, "Rejected!" was written in capital letters on every page. I knew well what it meant to a proud, sensitive spirit; and although it was only the usual probation11 for literary novices12, it might have a different effect from successful training in the case of a thoughtful if irritable mind. I pretended to read carefully the two essays, the three short stories, and the half-dozen poems that had come back to the author's hands without proofs, whilst I was rapidly turning over in my mind what I should say or do; for the recollection of my own experience at his age led me to believe that this was a critical moment for him. Happy the stupid souls that can gaze, without the constant fretting13 of thought, into the fire for hours together! Happy we, who, going down the decline of life, have the brake put on by a merciful Providence14, and the wheels move slowly, and day blends with night, and night dawns to day, almost imperceptibly! But thrice unhappy they in whose souls the mills of thought whirl round and round without ceasing the wheelstones that grind together, if the grist is not between! How often to dreaming poet and idealist has the eternal fretting of the wheels become intolerable, and then—
"I shouldn't mind," he interjected on my reverie, "but these papers issue such lamentable16 stuff! Such vapid17 essays, such aimless stories, such bread-and-butter school-girl poetry,—'sing' and 'spring,' 'bird' and 'heard,'—not an elevating idea or thought through the whole thing from beginning to end; and then look at these: 'We consider your story too long;' 'We regret that the style of your article is unsuited to our pages;' 'We see some promise in your poem, but it is not quite up to the level of our requirements;' 'Try blank verse.... We shall be glad to hear from you again.' Did you ever hear such mockery, and these very men printing such intolerable rubbish!"
Of course, he never thought of the poor editor, leaning over his chair in a brown study, biting the pen-handle, and wondering how he can please "A Constant Subscriber," who objects to the rather light nature of the articles he is now giving to the public; or, "Sacerdos," who does not like poetry; or, "Senex," who asks sarcastically18: Is he putting himself in rivalry19 with the "Edinburgh" or "Quarterly," or who the mischief20 cares one brass21 pin about "Aristotle's Constitution of Athens;" and wouldn't he give them something light and agreeable to help to digest their dinners? Oh no! he only thought then and there that there should be an auto22 da fe,—a summary crematory process of all the editors under the sun.
"Look here, young man," said I, at last, "there is only one thing for you to do. You must write a book."
"Look here, Father Dan," said he, "I'm not in much humor for joking. Any priest that would attempt to write a book nowadays should have the spirit of the martyrs23, who stepped onto the sands in the Coliseum and saw the brutal24 Romans in the auditorium25 and wild beasts in the cages beneath!"
"Well, my dear boy," I replied, "you will write the book; but for goodness' sake write it in your present humor, before the fires die down."
He laughed.
"Write a book? What in the world should I write about? The world is deluged26 and drowned by books. And if I wrote it, who could or would publish it? Imagine me hawking27 around a wretched manuscript from publisher to publisher, until it was tattered28, yellow, and undecipherable. Why, the big London fellows accept only ten MSS. out of five hundred on the average, and you know I cannot publish at my own risk."
"Who the mischief spoke29 about publishing?" I replied, trying to keep up the flame; "I only asked you to write. Write, write, write, and leave the publishing to God."
"And what am I to write about? Every subject under the sun is threshed out and threadbare, from the origin of ideas down to the microbe of typhoid fever. Not at all; the world is grown too wise for books; we must devise something else."
"It is not many days ago," I replied, "since I heard you lament15 the awful and culpable30 defects in our popular Catholic literature. Hadn't you to fall back upon that barbarous book to enlighten Ormsby on the existence of his immortal31 soul?"
"Barbarous? I wish to heaven that I could write anything half as good. But, as you see, there are whole fields of literature yet untrodden by us, but where heretics and others are reaping rich harvests. Yet, who would dare make the attempt? Don't you know that the ablest professors in your own time in Maynooth never ventured into print? They dreaded32 the chance shots from behind the hedge from the barrels of those masked banditti, called 'critics.'"
"Dear me, how you do run on! One would think you had the MS. cut and dry in your pocket, you talk so glibly33 about publishers and critics. Can't you write the book first and then take circumstances as they occur?"
"Well, go on, suggest a subject, sir."
"Now, this is rather sudden, young man. Give me one day, and I'll give you a list of subjects that would bewilder you! Only promise me you'll take one up."
"All right!" said he; "I promise. Hallo! where are you taking those papers?"
"I'm taking them home for the present. They are confiscated34 to the Crown."
He looked at them wistfully, as if they were going to the holocaust35, as we might imagine the great mother of the Maccabees watched half with pain, half with pride, wholly with resignation, her sons mount the funeral pyre.
"Never fear," I replied, "they won't go up the chimney. At least, I'll answer for the prose. I'm not so sure about the poetry. Now, good day! I'll keep you to your promise."
And I did, but with what cost to myself. I had to search in the cemeteries36 of the past for the skeletons of designs, once gladly adopted, then as gladly laid to rest. At last, I found, hidden away amongst episcopal documents, dispensations, etc., a yellow, frayed37 paper, tied up in string that once was red, but now was white and fragile. It broke in my fingers and revealed the little dreams and ambitions of nearly forty years ago. Need I say they never ripened38, or came within even measurable distance of perfection. They were three large quarto sheets, and they were darkened thus:—
A. M. D. G.
I. Mental Philosophy.
II. The Influence of Aristotle on the Mediæval Church.
III. The Neo-Platonists.
IV. The Argument in St. Augustine on the Immortality41 of the Soul. (Is it Tenable?)
V. The Atomic Theory of Democritus, and the Modern Discoveries in Astronomy.
VI. The Influence of the Inductive Philosophy on Modern Disbelief.
VIII. Is Descartes the Father of Modern Rationalism?
IX. St. Anselm's Proof of the Existence of God.
X. The Cosmological Argument of St. John Damascene.
XI. The Argument from Intuition.
XII. Aspects of Modern Pantheism.
XIII. Christian Idealism.
XIV. Malebranche and Fénelon.
XV. Boëthius.
XVI. Catholic Philosophers of the Nineteenth Century.
XVII. The Connection between Soul and Body (Tertullian).
XIX. The Idea of Personality.
XX. The Identification of Life and Motion.
XXI. Maine de Biran.
XXII. The Popularization of Catholic Philosophy.
II. Ecclesiastical History.
I. The Alexandrian School.
III. Origen, and his Works.
IV. Ephrem the Syrian, and his Works.
V. The Apologists.
VI. The Three Cappadocians.
VII. Julian and his Contemporaries.
VIII. The Council of Nicæa.
IX. St. Augustine and the Donatists.
X. The Saints of the Catacombs.
XI. The Discipline of the Secret.
XII. The Libyan and Nitrean Anchorites
XIII. The Stylites.
XIV. Communion in the Early Church.
XV. Mediævalism.
XVI. The Case of Honorius.
XVII. Hildebrand.
XVIII. Alexander VI. and Savonarola.
XIX. Origin and Spread of Monasticism.
XXI. Schools of Philosophy.
XXII. Port-Royal, Pascal, Nicole, Arnauld.
XXIII. The Rise and Progress of Jansenism.
XXIV. Gallicanism and National Churches.
Rather a large order, I thought, as I looked with pitying eyes on the far vision of a curly-headed young priest of forty years ago, and thought of the day-dreams of youth; and what a very slender precipitate46 of work fell from the vast effervescence of the idealism of inexperience. There remained another page of projected inspiration on the scope and meaning of Holy Scripture47; but this I put aside. I found my knowledge, little as it was, was derived48 from such obsolete49 and antique commentators50 as á Lapide, Maldonatus, Estius, and the Triplex; and I was ashamed to produce such fossilized literature to the advanced thinkers of the present day. I did not like to face this ordeal:—
"Then you haven't heard of the new schools of interpretation51? You know that the great thinkers of Germany, Bahrdt, and Semler, and Eichhorn, have upset all our preconceived ideas about the Bible. The Wolfian ideas have been expanded and developed; and advanced Catholic apologists have set themselves to the task of reconciling our ancient traditions with the discoveries of modern science. The tremendous advances made by philological52 scientists and experts during these last years—"
I don't say, indeed, that my curate would indulge in this affectation, for he is rather disposed to take the old, unlearned modes of saving souls and going with them to Heaven, than the new, brilliant mimetism of a world that knows not God. But still I know he would think it waste of time to pursue such studies, until the modern Luciferi tell us exactly what they have placed beyond the borderland of conjecture53, and into the certain and unshaken fields of mathematical demonstration54. So I left my Scriptural syllabus55 at home.
He looked slightly appalled56 at the large schedule of science I showed him. I reassured57 him by telling him I insisted positively58 on his taking only one subject in each department.
"The grand mistake," I declared, "made by us, Catholics, is in taking too wide, too bird's-eye a view of human history and philosophy, instead of mapping them into sections, as the astronomical59 photographers are mapping the skies from the Papal Observatory60 in Rome to the Lick Observatory in California. What we want most is sectional treatises61 on single subjects. Now, what you are to give us is not a vast diorama from Thales to Rosmini, and from the persecutions of Julian to the Kulturkampf of Bismarck, but a neat etching of some particular persons and events, and a clear photograph of some practical point of Catholic philosophy. If you throw in a few side-lights from the errors of non-Catholic thinkers, so much the better. Now, look it over carefully; as the strolling player declares—'You pays your money, and you takes your choice.'"
He thought that question of inductive philosophy very nice. He had read something about it in Macaulay. He liked that Platonic62 question very much. It bordered upon poetry and mysticism Then St. Augustine! That would be charming. He had always such a love for St. Augustine! But Fénelon? The "dove of Cambrai" versus63 the "eagle of Meaux!" What a delightful64 idea! No good housekeeper65, at a cheap sale, was ever so puzzled. Finally, we decided66 that, in philosophy, he was to take up the question of "Modern Aspects of Pantheism;" and in Ecclesiastical History he selected "The Cappadocians."
"But what about books?" he asked in dismay. "I haven't a single book on these blessed subjects."
"Buy them," I said. "Every good workman buys his tools and materials."
"I have a strong suspicion, Father Dan," he said, "that this is all a practical joke. Why, that means a whole library. And if I had money, which I have not, I do not know the name of a single blessed Catholic author on these subjects."
"Why, my dear fellow, there are hundreds. Let me see! On the Fathers, Basil and the two Gregories. Let me see! Haven't you—my memory is failing—haven't you Cardinal67 Newman's essays on these Fathers?"
"Well? You don't want me to give a verbatim version of Cardinal Newman, surely, do you?"
"Let me see! Why, we have hundreds of English Catholic writers on these subjects. What in the world is becoming of my memory? Why, we have whole libraries in the English language on these subjects! Isn't there Alzog and—and—Darras?—"
"I have Darras," he cried triumphantly68.
"Well, look it up, and see all you can get about St. Basil."
"But their writings! Wouldn't it be nice to give Greek extracts from their sermons and homilies?"
"'T would indeed. Well, I'll look up all the old catalogues I have kept, and let you know about books of reference. Meanwhile, commence somewhere by way of preface. Now, what are you going to do about that fishing-boat? Ormsby says it is certainly a troublesome and may be a perilous69 enterprise!"
"It's gone too far now to draw back," said Father Letheby. "The Board has yielded at last, thanks to Ormsby himself."
"They'll advance all the money?"
"No; two thirds; four hundred pounds."
"That's very kind of them; and no interest, no security. I did not think Boards could be so generous."
"No, indeed. They have full security to be paid back, principal and five per cent interest, in less than five years."
"By Jove! You are a clever fellow. And where have you got all this Midas wealth?"
He asked me to be good enough to move with him to the window. True enough, even under the cold light, the broad sea stretched sparkling before us, with all its magic and glamour70, but unruffled and unploughed by even one Nautilus-sail of busy man.
"There," he cried, "there lie the gold mines of Ireland, unworked and neglected. In these depths is wealth enough to make Kilronan a busy emporium of merchandise for half the world!"
"I see. And the other two hundred? Where do they come from?"
"Subscribed71 by twenty merchants, who have taken shares in the boat."
"And you never asked your old pastor72 to invest in this patriotic73 bank. Shame! Shame! And I wanted a little return as well as the rest of the world."
He laughed.
"The mackerel fishery alone," he continued, in a calculating way, "is worth a hundred pounds each for each boat in the Manx and French fishing-fleets that anchor off our shores every year, and take our wealth back to their thriving villages. I calculate another cool hundred on cod74, haak, etc. I think we shall pay back the Board's loan in three years, besides paying handsome dividends75 to our shareholders76. The boat is in the hands of a Belfast firm. She will be ready by the first of May. On that day she will be christened the 'Star of the Sea,' and will make her first run to the fishing-fleet."
"And what about the shirt-factory?"
"That's all right, too," he said, though his face grew a little clouded. "I shall have twenty sewing-machines in full swing by the middle of April. The manager was here and dined with me last Thursday; he's a fine fellow. He assures me that, after the initial expenses are over, the girls can earn from eight to ten shillings a week easily."
"By Jove! That's good. That will be a great help to the poor people."
"Yes; he sends the shirts here, ready and cut for sewing, by the new system of scientific shirt-making. Then all they have to do is to tack77 them together with the machines."
I was sorry that I gave him Ormsby's message of warning.
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v.捐助( subscribe的过去式和过去分词 );签署,题词;订阅;同意 | |
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72 pastor | |
n.牧师,牧人 | |
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73 patriotic | |
adj.爱国的,有爱国心的 | |
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74 cod | |
n.鳕鱼;v.愚弄;哄骗 | |
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75 dividends | |
红利( dividend的名词复数 ); 股息; 被除数; (足球彩票的)彩金 | |
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76 shareholders | |
n.股东( shareholder的名词复数 ) | |
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77 tack | |
n.大头钉;假缝,粗缝 | |
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78 fervently | |
adv.热烈地,热情地,强烈地 | |
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