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1、【儿童英文读物】Brothers of Pity and Other Tales of Beasts and MenPREFACE TO FIRST EDITION. These tales have appeared, during some years past, in Aunt Judys Magazine for Young People. Father Hedgehog and his Neighbours, and Toots and Boots, were both suggested by Fedor Flinzers clever pictures; but Toots wa

2、s also a real person. In his latter days he was an honorary member of the Royal Engineers Mess at Aldershot, and, on occasion, dined at table. The Hens of Hencastle is not mine. It is a free translation from the German of Victor Blüthgen, by Major Yeatman-Biggs, R.A., to whom I am indebted for

3、permission to include it in my volume, as a necessary prelude to Flaps. The story took my fancy greatly, but the ending seemed to me imperfect and unsatisfactory, especially in reference to so charming a character as the old watch dog, and I wrote Flaps as a sequel. The frontispiece was designed spe

4、cially for this volume, by Mr. Charles Whymper, and the Fratello della Misericordia (from a photograph kindly sent me by a friend) is by the same artist. PREFACE TO NEW EDITION. The foregoing Preface was written by Mrs. Ewing for the first edition of Brothers of Pity, and Other Tales. The book conta

5、ins five stories, illustrated by the pictures of which my sister speaks; and it is still sold by the S.P.C.K. Toots and Boots was so minutely adapted to Flinzers pictures, that the tale suffers in being parted from them. Still, it is to be hoped that readers of the un-illustrated version will not ha

6、ve as much difficulty as Toots in solving the mystery of the Mouses escape! I have added four more tales of Beasts and Men to the present edition, as they have not been included in any previous collections of my sisters stories. A Week Spent in a Glass Pond appeared first in Aunt Judys Magazine, Oct

7、ober 1876, and was afterwards published separately with coloured illustrations. The habits of the water beasts are described with the strictest fidelity to nature, even the delicate differences in character between the Great and the Big Black water beetles are most accurately drawn. Among the Merrow

8、s has not been republished since it came out in Aunt Judys Magazine, November 1872. At that time the Crystal Palace Aquarium was a novelty, and the Zoological Station at Naples not fully formedbut, though the paper is behind the times in statistics, it is worth retaining for other reasons. Tinys Tri

9、cks and Tobys Tricks as a specimen of versification might perhaps have been included in the volume of Verses for Children, but it seemed best to keep it with the Owl Hoots, as these papers were the last that Mrs. Ewing wrote. The first appeared in The Childs Pictorial Magazine a few days before her

10、death, and the Hoots soon afterwards. The illustrations to both were drawn by Mr. Gordon Browne at my sisters special request, and they are now reproduced with gratitude for his labour of love. Horatia K. F. Eden. October 1895. BROTHERS OF PITY. Who dug his grave?Who made his shroud?I, said the Beet

11、le,With my thread and needle,I made his shroud.Death of Cock Robin.It must be much easier to play at things when there are more of you than when there is only one. There is only one of me, and Nurse does not care about playing at things. Sometimes I try to persuade her; but if she is in a good tempe

12、r she says she has got a bone in her leg, and if she isnt she says that when little boys cant amuse themselves its a sure and certain sign theyve got the worrits, and the sooner they are put to bed with a Gregorys powder the better for themselves and every one else. Godfather Gilpin can play delight

13、fully when he has time, and he believes in fancy things, only he is so very busy with his books. But even when he is reading he will let you put him in the game. He doesnt mind pretending to be a fancy person if he hasnt to do anything, and if I do speak to him he always remembers who he is. That is

14、 why I like playing in his study better than in the nursery. And Nurse always says Hes safe enough, with the old gentleman, so Im allowed to go there as much as I like. Godfather Gilpin lets me play with the books, because I always take care of them. Besides, there is nothing else to play with, exce

15、pt the window-curtains, for the chairs are always full. So I sit on the floor, and sometimes I build with the books (particularly Stonehenge), and sometimes I make people of them, and call them by the names on their backs, and the ones in other languages we call foreigners, and Godfather Gilpin tell

16、s me what countries they belong to. And sometimes I lie on my face and read (for I could read when I was four years old), and Godfather Gilpin tells me the hard words. The only rule he makes is, that I must get all the books out of one shelf, so that they are easily put away again. I may have any sh

17、elf I like, but I must not mix the shelves up. I always took care of the books, and never had any accident with any of them till the day I dropped Jeremy Taylors Sermons. It made me very miserable, because I knew that Godfather Gilpin could never trust me so much again. However, if it had not happen

18、ed, I should not have known anything about the Brothers of Pity; so, perhaps (as Mrs. James, Godfather Gilpins house-keeper, says), Alls for the best, and Its an ill wind that blows nobody good. It happened on a Sunday, I remember, and it was the day after the day on which I had had the shelf in whi

19、ch all the books were alike. They were all foreignersItaliansand all their names were Goldoni, and there were forty-seven of them, and they were all in white and gold. I could not read any of them, but there were lots of pictures, only I did not know what the stories were about. So next day, when Go

20、dfather Gilpin gave me leave to play a Sunday game with the books, I thought I would have English ones, and big ones, for a change, for the Goldonis were rather small. We played at church, and I was the parson, and Godfather Gilpin was the old gentleman who sits in the big pew with the knocker, and

21、goes to sleep (because he wanted to go to sleep), and the books were the congregation. They were all big, but some of them were fat, and some of them were thin, like real peoplenot like the Goldonis, which were all alike. I was arranging them in their places and looking at their names, when I saw th

22、at one of them was called Taylors Sermons, and I thought I would keep that one out and preach a real sermon out of it when I had read prayers. Of course I had to do the responses as well as Dearly beloved brethren and those things, and I had to sing the hymns too, for the books could not do anything

23、, and Godfather Gilpin was asleep. When I had finished the service I stood behind a chair that was full of newspapers, for a pulpit, and I lifted up Taylors Sermons, and rested it against the chair, and began to look to see what I would preach. It was an old book, bound in brown leather, and ornamen

24、ted with gold, with a picture of a man in a black gown and a round black cap and a white collar in the beginning; and there was a list of all the sermons with their names and the texts. I read it through, to see which sounded the most interesting, and I didnt care much for any of them. However, the

25、last but one was called A Funeral Sermon, preached at the Obsequies of the Right Honourable the Countess of Carbery; and I wondered what obsequies were, and who the Countess of Carbery was, and I thought I would preach that sermon and try to find out. There was a very long text, and it was not a ver

26、y easy one. It was: For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again: neither doth God respect any person: yet doth He devise means that His banished be not expelled from Him. The sermon wasnt any easier than the text, and half the ss were like fs which

27、made it rather hard to preach, and there was Latin mixed up with it, which I had to skip. I had preached two pages when I got into the middle of a long sentence, of which part was this: Every trifling accident discomposes us; and as the face of waters wafting in a storm so wrinkles itself, that it m

28、akes upon its forehead furrows deep and hollow like a grave: so do our great and little cares and trifles first make the wrinkles of old age, and then they dig a grave for us. I knew the meaning of the words wrinkles, and old age. Godfather Gilpins forehead had unusually deep furrows, and, almost ag

29、ainst my will, I turned so quickly to look if his wrinkles were at all like the graves in the churchyard, that Taylors Sermons, in its heavy binding, slipped from the pulpit and fell to the ground. And Godfather Gilpin woke up, and (quite forgetting that he was really the old gentleman in the pew wi

30、th the knocker) said, Dear me, dear me! is that Jeremy Taylor that you are knocking about like a football? My dear child, I cant lend you my books to play with if you drop them on to the floor. I took it up in my arms and carried it sorrowfully to Godfather Gilpin. He was very kind, and said it was

31、not hurt, and I might go on playing with the others; but I could see him stroking its brown leather and gold back, as if it had been bruised and wanted comforting, and I was far too sorry about it to go on preaching, even if I had had anything to preach. I picked up the smallest book I could see in

32、the congregation, and sat down and pretended to read. There were pictures in it, but I turned over a great many, one after the other, before I could see any of them, my eyes were so full of tears of mortification and regret. The first picture I saw when my tears had dried up enough to let me see was

33、 a very curious one indeed. It was a picture of two men carrying what looked like another man covered with a blue quilt, on a sort of bier. But the funny part about it was the dress of the men. They were wrapped up in black cloaks, and had masks over their faces, and underneath the picture was writt

34、en, Fratelli della MisericordiaBrothers of Pity. I do not know whether the accident to Jeremy Taylor had made Godfather Gilpin too anxious about his books to sleep, but I found that he was keeping awake, and after a bit he said to me, What are you staring so hard and so quietly at, little Mouse? I l

35、ooked at the back of the book, and it was called Religious Orders; so I said, Its called Religious Orders, but the picture Im looking at has got two men dressed in black, with their faces covered all but their eyes, and they are carrying another man with something blue over him. Fratelli della Miser

36、icordia, said Godfather Gilpin. Who are they, and what are they doing? I asked. And why are their faces covered? They belong to a body of men, was Godfather Gilpins reply, who bind themselves to be ready in their turn to do certain offices of mercy, pity, and compassion to the sick, the dying, and t

37、he dead. The brotherhood is six hundred years old, and still exists. The men who belong to it receive no pay, and they equally reject the reward of public praise, for they work with covered faces, and are not known even to each other. Rich men and poor men, noble men and working men, men of letters

38、and the ignorant, all belong to it, and each takes his turn when it comes round to nurse the sick, carry the dying to hospital, and bury the dead. Is that a dead man under the blue coverlet? I asked with awe. I suppose so, said Godfather Gilpin. But why dont his friends go to the funeral? I inquired

39、. He has no friends to follow him, said my godfather. That is why he is being buried by the Brothers of Pity. Long after Godfather Gilpin had told me all that he could tell me of the Fratelli della Misericordialong after I had put the congregation (including the Religious Orders and Taylors Sermons)

40、 back into the shelf to which they belongedthe masked faces and solemn garb of the men in the picture haunted me. I have changed my mind a great many times, since I can remember, about what I will be when I am grown up. Sometimes I have thought I should like to be an officer and die in battle; somet

41、imes I settled to be a clergyman and preach splendid sermons to enormous congregations; once I quite decided to be a head fireman and wear a brass helmet, and be whirled down lighted streets at night, every one making way for me, on errands of life and death. But the history of the Brothers of Pity

42、put me out of conceit with all other heroes. It seemed better than anything I had ever thought ofto do good works unseen of men, without hope of reward, and to those who could make no return. For it rang in my ears that Godfather Gilpin had said, He has no friendsthat is why he is being buried by th

43、e Brothers of Pity. I quite understood what I thought they must feel, because I had once buried a cat who had no friends. It was a poor half-starved old thing, for the people it belonged to had left it, and I used to see it slinking up to the back door and looking at Tabby, who was very fat and slee

44、k, and at the scraps on the unwashed dishes after dinner. Mrs. Jones kicked it out every time, and what happened to it before I found it lying draggled and dead at the bottom of the Ha-ha, with the top of a kettle still fastened to its scraggy tail, I never knew, and it cost me bitter tears to guess

45、. It cost me some hard work, too, to dig the grave, for my spade was so very small. I dont think Mrs. Jones would have cared to be a Brother of Pity, for she was very angry with me for burying that cat, because it was such a wretched one, and so thin and dirty, and looked so ugly and smelt so nasty.

46、 But that was just why I wanted to give it a good funeral, and why I picked my crimson lily and put it in the grave, because it seemed so sad the poor thing should be like that when it might have been clean and fluffy, and fat and comfortable, like Tabby, if it had had a home and people to look afte

47、r it. It was remembering about the cat that made me think that there were no Brothers of Pity (not even in Tuscany, for I asked Godfather Gilpin) to bury beasts and birds and fishes when they have no friends to go to their funerals. And that was how it was that I settled to be a Brother of Pity with

48、out waiting till I grew up and could carry men. I had a shilling of my own, and with sixpence of it I bought a yard and a half of black calico at the post-office shop, and Mrs. Jones made me a cloak out of it; and with the other sixpence I bought a maskfor they sell toys there too. It was not a right sort of mask, but I could not make Mrs. Jones understand about a hood with two eye-holes in it, and I did not like to show her the picture, for if she had seen that I wanted to play at burying people, perhaps she would not have made me the cloak. She made it very well, and