an inland voyage-第14章
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sermons； I never yet heard one that was so expressive as a cathedral。 'Tis the best preacher itself； and preaches day and night； not only telling you of man's art and aspirations in the past； but convicting your own soul of ardent sympathies； or rather； like all good preachers； it sets you preaching to yourself； … and every man is his own doctor of divinity in the last resort。
As I sat outside of the hotel in the course of the afternoon； the sweet groaning thunder of the organ floated out of the church like a summons。 I was not averse； liking the theatre so well； to sit out an act or two of the play； but I could never rightly make out the nature of the service I beheld。 Four or five priests and as many choristers were singing MISERERE before the high altar when I went in。 There was no congregation but a few old women on chairs and old men kneeling on the pavement。 After a while a long train of young girls； walking two and two； each with a lighted taper in her hand； and all dressed in black with a white veil； came from behind the altar； and began to descend the nave； the four first carrying a Virgin and child upon a table。 The priests and choristers arose from their knees and followed after； singing 'Ave Mary' as they went。 In this order they made the circuit of the cathedral； passing twice before me where I leaned against a pillar。 The priest who seemed of most consequence was a strange； down… looking old man。 He kept mumbling prayers with his lips； but as he looked upon me darkling； it did not seem as if prayer were uppermost in his heart。 Two others； who bore the burthen of the chaunt； were stout； brutal； military…looking men of forty； with bold； over…fed eyes； they sang with some lustiness； and trolled forth 'Ave Mary' like a garrison catch。 The little girls were timid and grave。 As they footed slowly up the aisle； each one took a moment's glance at the Englishman； and the big nun who played marshal fairly stared him out of countenance。 As for the choristers； from first to last they misbehaved as only boys can misbehave； and cruelly marred the performance with their antics。
I understood a great deal of the spirit of what went on。 Indeed it would be difficult not to understand the MISERERE； which I take to be the composition of an atheist。 If it ever be a good thing to take such despondency to heart； the MISERERE is the right music； and a cathedral a fit scene。 So far I am at one with the Catholics：… an odd name for them； after all？ But why； in God's name； these holiday choristers？ why these priests who steal wandering looks about the congregation while they feign to be at prayer？ why this fat nun； who rudely arranges her procession and shakes delinquent virgins by the elbow？ why this spitting； and snuffing； and forgetting of keys； and the thousand and one little misadventures that disturb a frame of mind laboriously edified with chaunts and organings？ In any play…house reverend fathers may see what can be done with a little art； and how； to move high sentiments； it is necessary to drill the supernumeraries and have every stool in its proper place。
One other circumstance distressed me。 I could bear a MISERERE myself； having had a good deal of open…air exercise of late； but I wished the old people somewhere else。 It was neither the right sort of music nor the right sort of divinity for men and women who have come through most accidents by this time； and probably have an opinion of their own upon the tragic element in life。 A person up in years can generally do his own MISERERE for himself； although I notice that such an one often prefers JUBILATE DEO for his ordinary singing。 On the whole； the most religious exercise for the aged is probably to recall their own experience； so many friends dead； so many hopes disappointed； so many slips and stumbles； and withal so many bright days and smiling providences； there is surely the matter of a very eloquent sermon in all this。
On the whole； I was greatly solemnised。 In the little pictorial map of our whole Inland Voyage； which my fancy still preserves； and sometimes unrolls for the amusement of odd moments； Noyon cathedral figures on a most preposterous scale； and must be nearly as large as a department。 I can still see the faces of the priests as if they were at my elbow； and hear AVE MARIA； ORA PRO NOBIS； sounding through the church。 All Noyon is blotted out for me by these superior memories； and I do not care to say more about the place。 It was but a stack of brown roofs at the best； where I believe people live very reputably in a quiet way； but the shadow of the church falls upon it when the sun is low； and the five bells are heard in all quarters； telling that the organ has begun。 If ever I join the Church of Rome； I shall stipulate to be Bishop of Noyon on the Oise。
DOWN THE OISE
TO COMPIEGNE
THE most patient people grow weary at last with being continually wetted with rain； except of course in the Scottish Highlands； where there are not enough fine intervals to point the difference。 That was like to be our case； the day we left Noyon。 I remember nothing of the voyage； it was nothing but clay banks and willows； and rain； incessant； pitiless； beating rain； until we stopped to lunch at a little inn at Pimprez； where the canal ran very near the river。 We were so sadly drenched that the landlady lit a few sticks in the chimney for our comfort； there we sat in a steam of vapour； lamenting our concerns。 The husband donned a game…bag and strode out to shoot； the wife sat in a far corner watching us。 I think we were worth looking at。 We grumbled over the misfortune of La Fere； we forecast other La Feres in the future； … although things went better with the CIGARETTE for spokesman； he had more aplomb altogether than I； and a dull； positive way of approaching a landlady that carried off the india…rubber bags。 Talking of La Fere put us talking of the reservists。
'Reservery；' said he； 'seems a pretty mean way to spend ones autumn holiday。'
'About as mean；' returned I dejectedly； 'as canoeing。'
'These gentlemen travel for their pleasure？' asked the landlady； with unconscious irony。
It was too much。 The scales fell from our eyes。 Another wet day； it was determined； and we put the boats into the train。
The weather took the hint。 That was our last wetting。 The afternoon faired up： grand clouds still voyaged in the sky； but now singly； and with a depth of blue around their path； and a sunset in the daintiest rose and gold inaugurated a thick night of stars and a month of unbroken weather。 At the same time； the river began to give us a better outlook into the country。 The banks were not so high； the willows disappeared from along the margin； and pleasant hills stood all along its course and marked their profile on the sky。
In a little while the canal； coming to its last lock； began to discharge its water…houses on the Oise； so that we had no lack of company to fear。 Here were all our old friends； the DEO GRATIAS of Conde and the FOUR SONS OF AYMON journeyed cheerily down stream along with us； we exchanged waterside pleasantries with the steersman perched among the lumber； or the driver hoarse with bawling to his horses； and the children came and looked over the side as we paddled by。 We had never known all this while how much we missed them； but it gave us a fillip to see the smoke from their chimneys。
A little below this junction we made another meeting of yet more account。 For there we were joined by the Aisne； already a far… travelled river and fresh out of Champagne。 Here ended the adolescence of the Oise； this was his marriage day； thenceforward he had a stately； brimming march； conscious of his own dignity and sundry dams。 He became a tranquil feature in the scene。 The trees and towns saw themselves in him； as in a mirror。 He carried the canoes lightly on his broad breast； there was no need to work hard against an eddy： but idleness became the order of the day； and mere straightforward dipping of the paddle； now on this side； now on that； without intelligence or effort。 Truly we were coming into halcyon weather upon all accounts； and were floated towards the sea like gentlemen。
We made Compiegne as the sun was going down： a fine profile of a town above the river。 Over the bridge； a regiment was parading to the drum。 People loitered on the quay； some fishing； some looking idly at the stream。 And as the two boats shot in along the water； we could see them pointing them out and speaking one to another。 We landed at a floating lavatory； where the washer…women were still beating the clothes。
AT COMPIEGNE
WE put up at a big； bustling hotel in Compiegne； where nobody observed our presence。
Reservery and general MILITARISMUS （as the Germans call it） were rampant。 A camp of conical white tents without the town looked like a leaf out of a picture Bible； sword…belts decorated the walls of the CAFES； and the streets kept sounding all day long with military music。 It was not possible to be an Englishman and avoid a feeling of elation； for the men who followed the drums were small； and walked shabbily。 Each man inclined at his own angle； and jolted to his own convenience； as he went。 There was nothing of the superb gait with which a regiment of tall Highlanders moves behind its music； solemn and inevitable； like a natural phenomenon。 Who that has seen it can forget the drum…major pacing in front； the drummers' tiger…skins； the pipers' swinging plaids； the strange elastic rhythm of the whole regiment footing it in time … and the bang of the drum； when the brasses cease； and the shrill pipes take up the martial story in their place？
A girl； at school in France； began to describe one of our regiments on parade to her French schoolmates； and as she went on； she told me； the recollection grew so vivid； she became so proud to be the countrywoman of such soldiers； and so sorry to be in another country； that her voice failed her and she burst into tears。 I have never forgotten that girl； and I think she very nearly deserves a statue。 To call her a young lady； with all its niminy associations； would be to offer her an insult。 She may rest assured of one thing： although she never should marry a heroic general； never see any great or immediate result of her life； she will not have lived in vain for her native land。
But though French soldiers show to ill advantage on parade； on the march they are gay； alert； and willing like a troop of fox…hunters。 I remember once seeing a company pass through the forest of Fontainebleau； on the Chailly road； between the Bas Breau and the Reine Blanche。 One fellow walked a little before the rest； and sang a loud； audacious marching song。 The rest bestirred their feet； and even swung their muskets in time。 A young officer on horseback had hard ado to keep his countenance at the words。 You never saw anything so cheerful and spontaneous as their gait； schoolboys do not look more eagerly at hare and hounds； and you would have thought it impossible to tire such willing marchers。
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