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christmas eve-第3章

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falsetto; like the notes of a split reed; he quavered forth a quaint

old ditty。



               Now Christmas is come;

               Let us beat up the drum;

           And call all our neighbors together;

               And when they appear;

               Let us make them such cheer;

           As will keep out the wind and the weather; etc。



  The supper had disposed every one to gayety; and an old harper was

summoned from the servants' hall; where he had been strumming all

the evening; and to all appearance comforting himself with some of the

squire's home…brewed。 He was a kind of hanger…on; I was told; of the

establishment; and; though ostensibly a resident of the village; was

oftener to be found in the squire's kitchen than his own home; the old

gentleman being fond of the sound of 〃harp in hall。〃

  The dance; like most dances after supper; was a merry one; some of

the older folks joined in it; and the squire himself figured down

several couple with a partner; with whom he affirmed he had danced

at every Christmas for nearly half a century。 Master Simon; who seemed

to be a kind of connecting link between the old times and the new; and

to be withal a little antiquated in the taste of his

accomplishments; evidently piqued himself on his dancing; and was

endeavoring to gain credit by the heel and toe; rigadoon; and other

graces of the ancient school; but he had unluckily assorted himself

with a little romping girl from boarding…school; who; by her wild

vivacity; kept him continually on the stretch; and defeated all his

sober attempts at elegance:… such are the ill…assorted matches to

which antique gentlemen are unfortunately prone!

  The young Oxonian; on the contrary; had led out one of his maiden

aunts; on whom the rogue played a thousand little knaveries with

impunity: he was full of practical jokes; and his delight was to tease

his aunts and cousins; yet; like all madcap youngsters; he was a

universal favorite among the women。 The most interesting couple in the

dance was the young officer and a ward of the squire's; a beautiful

blushing girl of seventeen。 From several shy glances which I had

noticed in the course of the evening; I suspected there was a little

kindness growing up between them; and; indeed; the young soldier was

just the hero to captivate a romantic girl。 He was tall; slender;

and handsome; and; like most young British officers of late years; had

picked up various small accomplishments on the continent… he could

talk French and Italian… draw landscapes; sing very tolerably… dance

divinely; but; above all; he had been wounded at Waterloo:… what

girl of seventeen; well read in poetry and romance; could resist

such a mirror of chivalry and perfection!

  The moment the dance was over; he caught up a guitar; and; lolling

against the old marble fireplace; in an attitude which I am half

inclined to suspect was studied; began the little French air of the

Troubadour。 The squire; however; exclaimed against having any thing on

Christmas eve but good old English; upon which the young minstrel;

casting up his eye for a moment; as if in an effort of memory;

struck into another strain; and; with a charming air of gallantry;

gave Herrick's 〃Night…Piece to Julia。〃



             Her eyes the glow…worm lend thee;

             The shooting stars attend thee;

                 And the elves also;

                 Whose little eyes glow

             Like the sparks of fire; befriend thee。



             No Will o' the Wisp mislight thee;

             No snake nor slow…worm bite thee;

                 But on; on thy way;

                 Not making a stay;

             Since ghost there is none to affright thee;



             Then let not the dark thee cumber;

             What though the moon does slumber;

                 The stars of the night

                 Will lend thee their light;

             Like tapers clear without number。



             Then; Julia; let me woo thee;

             Thus; thus to come unto me;

                 And when I shall meet

                 Thy silvery feet;

             My soul I'll pour into thee。



  The song might or might not have been intended in compliment to

the fair Julia; for so I found his partner was called; she; however;

was certainly unconscious of any such application; for she never

looked at the singer; but kept her eyes cast upon the floor。 Her

face was suffused; it is true; with a beautiful blush; and there was a

gentle heaving of the bosom; but all that was doubtless caused by

the exercise of the dance; indeed; so great was her indifference; that

she amused herself with plucking to pieces a choice bouquet of

hot…house flowers; and by the time the song was concluded the

nosegay lay in ruins on the floor。

  The party now broke up for the night with the kind…hearted old

custom of shaking hands。 As I passed through the hall; on my way to my

chamber; the dying embers of the Yule clog still sent forth a dusky

glow; and had it not been the season when 〃no spirit dares stir

abroad;〃 I should have been half tempted to steal from my room at

midnight; and peep whether the fairies might not be at their revels

about the hearth。

  My chamber was in the old part of the mansion; the ponderous

furniture of which might have been fabricated in the days of the

giants。 The room was panelled with cornices of heavy carved work; in

which flowers and grotesque faces were strangely intermingled; and a

row of black…looking portraits stared mournfully at me from the walls。

The bed was of rich; though faded damask; with a lofty tester; and

stood in a niche opposite a bow window。 I had scarcely got into bed

when a strain of music seemed to break forth in the air just below the

window。 I listened; and found it proceeded from a band; which I

concluded to be the waifs from some neighboring village。 They went

round the house; playing under the windows。 I drew aside the

curtains to hear them more distinctly。 The moonbeams fell through

the upper part of the casement; partially lighting up the antiquated

apartment。 The sounds; as they receded; became more soft and aerial;

and seemed to accord with the quiet and moonlight。 I listened and

listened… they became more and more tender and remote; and; as they

gradually died away; my head sunk upon the pillow; and I fell asleep。





                        THE END



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