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1、【英文读物】The Little ViolinistThe Little Violinist Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed, Deaths self is sorry. Ben Jonson.This story is no invention of mine. I could not invent anything half so lovely and pathetic as seems to me the incident which has com

2、e ready-made to my hand. Some of you, doubtless, have heard of James Speaight, the infant violinist, or Young Americus, as he was called. He was born in London, I believe, and was only four years old when his father brought him to this country, less than three years ago. Since that time he has appea

3、red in concerts and various entertainments in many of our principal cities, attracting unusual attention by his musical skill. I confess, however, that I had not heard of him until last month, though it seems he had previously given two or three public performances in the city where I live. I had no

4、t heard of him, I say, until last month; but since then I do not think a day has passed when this childs face has not risen up in my memorythe little half-sad face, as I saw it once, with its large, serious eyes and infantile mouth. I have, I trust, great tenderness for all children; but I know that

5、 I have a special place in my heart for those poor little creatures who figure in circuses and shows, or elsewhere, as infant prodigies. Heaven help such little folk! It was an unkind fate that did not make them commonplace, stupid, happy girls and boys like our own Fannys and Charleys and Harrys. P

6、oor little waifs, that never know any babyhood or childhoodsad human midges, that flutter for a moment in the glare of the gaslights, and are gone. Pitiful little children, whose tender limbs and minds are so torn and strained by thoughtless task-masters, that it seems scarcely a regrettable thing w

7、hen the circus caravan halts awhile on its route to make a small grave by the wayside. I never witness a performance of child-acrobats, or the exhibition of any forced talent, physical or mental, on the part of children, without protesting, at least in my own mind, against the blindness and cruelty

8、of their parents or guardians, or whoever has care of them. I saw at the theatre, the other night, two tiny girlsmere babies they weredoing such feats upon a bar of wood suspended from the ceiling as made my blood run cold. They were twin sisters, these mites, with that old young look on their faces

9、 which all such unfortunates have. I hardly dared glance at them, up there in the air, hanging by their feet from the swinging bar, twisting their fragile spines and distorting their poor little bodies, when they ought to have been nestled in soft blankets in a cosey chamber, with the angels that gu

10、ard the sleep of little children hovering above them. I hope that the father of those two babies will read and ponder this page, on which I record not alone my individual protest, but the protest of hundreds of men and women who took no pleasure in that performance, but witnessed it with a pang of p

11、ity. There is a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Dumb Animals. There ought to be a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Little Children; and a certain influential gentleman, who does some things well and other things very badly, ought to attend to it. The name of this gentleman is Public

12、 Opinion.1 1 This sketch was written in 1874. The author claims for it no other merit than that of having been among the earliest appeals for the formation of such a Society as now exists the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.But to my story. One September morning, abou

13、t five years and a half ago, there wandered to my fireside, hand in hand, two small personages who requested in a foreign language, which I understood at once, to be taken in and fed and clothed and sent to school and loved and tenderly cared for. Very modest of themwas it not?in view of the fact th

14、at I had never seen either of them before. To all intents and purposes they were perfect strangers to me. What was my surprise when it turned out (just as if it were in a fairy legend) that these were my own sons! When I say they came hand in hand, it is to advise you that these two boys were twins,

15、 like that pair of tiny girls I just mentioned. These young gentlemen are at present known as Charley and Talbot, in the household, and to a very limited circle of acquaintances outside; but as Charley has declared his intention to become a circus-rider, and Talbot, who has not so soaring an ambitio

16、n, has resolved to be a policeman, it is likely the world will hear of them before long. In the mean time, and with a view to the severe duties of the professions selected, they are learning the alphabet, Charley vaulting over the hard letters with an agility which promises well for his career as ci

17、rcus-rider, and Talbot collaring the slippery Ss and pursuing the suspicious X Y Zs with the promptness and boldness of a night-watchman. Now it is my pleasure not only to feed and clothe Masters Charley and Talbot as if they were young princes or dukes, but to look to it that they do not wear out t

18、heir ingenious minds by too much study. So I occasionally take them to a puppet-show or a musical entertainment, and always in holiday time to see a pantomime. This last is their especial delight. It is a fine thing to behold the business-like air with which they climb into their seats in the parque

19、t, and the gravity with which they immediately begin to read the play-bill upside down. Then, between the acts, the solemnity with which they extract the juice from an orange, through a hole made with a lead-pencil, is also a noticeable thing. Their knowledge of the mysteries of Fairyland is at once

20、 varied and profound. Everything delights, but nothing astonishes them. That people covered with spangles should dive headlong through the floor; that fairy queens should step out of the trunks of trees; that the poor wood-cutters cottage should change, in the twinkling of an eye, into a glorious pa

21、lace or a goblin grotto under the sea, with crimson fountains and golden staircases and silver foliageall that is a matter of course. This is the kind of world they live in at present. If these things happened at home they would not be astonished. The other day, it was just before Christmas, I saw t

22、he boys attentively regarding a large pumpkin which lay on the kitchen floor, waiting to be made into pies. If that pumpkin had suddenly opened, if wheels had sprouted out on each side, and if the two kittens playing with an onion-skin by the range had turned into milk-white ponies and harnessed the

23、mselves to this Cinderella coach, neither Charley nor Talbot would have considered it an unusual circumstance. The pantomime which is usually played at the Boston Theatre during the holidays is to them positive proof that the stories of Cinderella and Jack of the Beanstalk and Jack the Giant-Killer

24、have historical solidity. They like to be reassured on that point. So one morning last January, when I informed Charley and Talbot, at the breakfast-table, that Prince Rupert and his court had come to town, Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gown,the news was received with great satisfac

25、tion; for this meant that we were to go to the play. For the sake of the small folk, who could not visit him at night, Prince Rupert was gracious enough to appear every Saturday afternoon during the month. We decided to wait upon his Highness at one of his matines. You would never have dreamed that

26、the sun was shining brightly outside, if you had been with us in the theatre that afternoon. All the window-shutters were closed, and the great glass chandelier hanging from the gayly painted dome was one blaze of light. But brighter even than the jets of gas were the ruddy, eager faces of countless

27、 boys and girls, fringing the balconies and crowded into the seats below, longing for the play to begin. And nowhere were there two merrier or more eager faces than those of Charley and Talbot, pecking now and then at a brown paper cone filled with white grapes, which I held, and waiting for the sol

28、emn green curtain to roll up, and disclose the coral realm of the Naiad Queen. I shall touch very lightly on the literary aspects of the play. Its plot, like that of the modern novel, was of so subtile a nature as not to be visible to the naked eye. I doubt if the dramatist himself could have explai

29、ned it, even if he had been so condescending as to attempt to do so. There was a bold young princePrince Rupert, of coursewho went into Wonderland in search of adventures. He reached Wonderland by leaping from the castle of Drachenfels into the Rhine. Then there was one Snaps, the princes valet, who

30、 did not in the least want to go, but went, and got terribly frightened by the Green Demons of the Chrysolite Cavern, which made us all laughit being such a pleasant thing to see somebody else scared nearly to death. Then there were knights in brave tin armor, and armies of fair pre-Raphaelite amazo

31、ns in all the colors of the rainbow, and troops of unhappy slave-girls, who did nothing but smile and wear beautiful dresses, and dance continually to the most delightful music. Now you were in an enchanted castle on the banks of the Rhine, and now you were in a cave of amethysts and diamonds at the

32、 bottom of the riverscene following scene with such bewildering rapidity that finally you did not quite know where you were. But what interested me most, and what pleased Charley and Talbot even beyond the Naiad Queen herself, was the little violinist who came to the German Court, and played before

33、Prince Rupert and his bride. It was such a little fellow! He was not more than a year older than my own boys, and not much taller. He had a very sweet, sensitive face, with large gray eyes, in which there was a deep-settled expression that I do not like to see in a child. Looking at his eyes alone,

34、you would have said he was sixteen or seventeen, and he was merely a baby! I do not know enough of music to assert that he had wonderful genius, or any genius at all; but it seemed to me he played charmingly, and with the touch of a natural musician. At the end of his piece, he was lifted over the f

35、oot-lights of the stage into the orchestra, where, with the conductors bâton in his hand, he directed the band in playing one or two difficult compositions. In this he evinced a carefully trained ear and a perfect understanding of the music. I wanted to hear the little violin again; but as he

36、made his bow to the audience and ran off, it was with a half-wearied air, and I did not join with my neighbors in calling him back. There s another performance to-night, I reflected, and the little fellow is nt very strong. He came out, however, and bowed, but did not play again. All the way home fr

37、om the theatre my children were full of the little violinist, and as they went along, chattering and frolicking in front of me, and getting under my feet like a couple of young spaniels (they did not look unlike two small brown spaniels, with their fur-trimmed overcoats and sealskin caps and ear-lap

38、pets), I could not help thinking how different the poor little musicians lot was from theirs. He was only six years and a half old, and had been before the public nearly three years. What hours of toil and weariness he must have been passing through at the very time when my little ones were being ro

39、cked and petted and shielded from every ungentle wind that blows! And what an existence was his nowtravelling from city to city, practising at every spare moment, and performing night after night in some close theatre or concert-room when he should be drinking in that deep, refreshing slumber which

40、childhood needs! However much he was loved by those who had charge of him, and they must have treated him kindly, it was a hard life for the child. He ought to have been turned out into the sunshine; that pretty violinone can easily understand that he was fond of it himselfought to have been taken a

41、way from him, and a kite-string placed in his hand instead. If God had set the germ of a great musician or a great composer in that slight body, surely it would have been wise to let the precious gift ripen and flower in its own good season. This is what I thought, walking home In the amber glow of

42、the wintry sunset; but my boys saw only the bright side of the tapestry, and would have liked nothing better than to change places with little James Speaight. To stand in the midst of Fairyland, and play beautiful tunes on a toy fiddle, while all the people clapped their handswhat could quite equal

43、that? Charley began to think it was no such grand thing to be a circus-rider, and the dazzling career of policeman had lost something of its glamour in the eyes of Talbot. It is my custom every night, after the children are snug in their nests and the gas is turned down, to sit on the side of the be

44、d and chat with them five or ten minutes. If anything has gone wrong through the day, it is never alluded to at this time. None but the most agreeable topics are discussed. I make it a point that the boys shall go to sleep with untroubled hearts. When our chat is ended, they say their prayers. Now,

45、among the pleas which they offer up for the several members of the family, they frequently intrude the claims of rather curious objects for Divine compassion. Sometimes it is the rocking-horse that has broken a leg, sometimes it is Shem or Japhet, who has lost an arm in disembarking from Noahs ark;

46、Pinky and Inky, the kittens, and Bob, the dog, are never forgotten. So it did not surprise me at all this Saturday night when both boys prayed God to watch over and bless the little violinist. The next morning at the breakfast-table, when I unfolded the newspaper, the first paragraph my eyes fell up

47、on was this: James Speaight, the infant violinist, died in this city late on Saturday night. At the matine of the Naiad Queen on the afternoon of that day, when little James Speaight came off the stage, after giving his usual violin performance, Mr. Shewell 1 noticed that he appeared fatigued, and a

48、sked if he felt ill. He replied that he had a pain in his heart, and then Mr. Shewell suggested that he remain away from the evening performance. He retired quite early, and about midnight his father heard him say, Gracious God, make room for another little child in Heaven. No sound was heard after this, and his father spoke to him soon afterwards; he received no answer, but found his child dead. 1 The stage-manager.The printed letters grew dim and melted into each other, as I tried to re-read them. I glanced acros