第 8 节
作者:团团      更新:2021-02-19 00:28      字数:9322
  Louis?〃
  He had even had the inspiration to quote the word he preferred to the one
  I had written; so that there was no merciful possibility of mistaking it
  for a misprint; and my blood froze in my veins at sight of it。  Mr。
  Fields had given me the sheets to read while he looked over some letters;
  and he either felt the chill of my horror; or I made some sign or sound
  of dismay that caught his notice; for he looked round at me。  I could
  only show him the passage with a gasp。  I dare say he might have liked to
  laugh; for it was cruelly funny; but he did not; he was concerned for the
  magazine as well as for me。  He declared that when he first read the line
  he had thought I could not have written it so; and he agreed with me that
  it would kill the poem if it came out in that shape。  He instantly set
  about repairing the mischief; so far as could be。  He found that the
  whole edition of that sheet had been printed; and the air blackened round
  me again; lighted up here and there with baleful flashes of the newspaper
  wit at my cost; which I previsioned in my misery; I knew what I should
  have said of such a thing myself; if it had been another's。  But the
  publisher at once decided that the sheet must be reprinted; and I went
  away weak as if in the escape from some deadly peril。  Afterwards it
  appeared that the line had passed the first proof…reader as I wrote it;
  but that the final reader had entered so sympathetically into the
  realistic intention of my poem as to contribute the modification which
  had nearly been my end。
  X。
  As it fell out; I lived without farther difficulty to the day and hour of
  the dinner Lowell made for me; and I really think; looking at myself
  impersonally; and remembering the sort of young fellow I was; that it
  would have been a great pity if I had not。  The dinner was at the
  old…fashioned Boston hour of two; and the table was laid for four people
  in some little upper room at Parker's; which I was never afterwards able
  to make sure of。  Lowell was already; there when I came; and he presented
  me; to my inexpressible delight and surprise; to Dr。 Holmes; who was
  there with him。
  Holmes was in the most brilliant hour of that wonderful second youth
  which his fame flowered into long after the world thought he had
  completed the cycle of his literary life。  He had already received full
  recognition as a poet of delicate wit; nimble humor; airy imagination;
  and exquisite grace; when the Autocrat papers advanced his name
  indefinitely beyond the bounds which most immortals would have found
  range enough。  The marvel of his invention was still fresh in the minds
  of men; and time had not dulled in any measure the sense of its novelty。
  His readers all fondly identified him with his work; and I fully expected
  to find myself in the Autocrat's presence when I met Dr。  Holmes。  But
  the fascination was none the less for that reason; and the winning smile;
  the wise and humorous glance; the whole genial manner was as important to
  me as if I had foreboded something altogether different。  I found him
  physically of the Napoleonic height which spiritually overtops the Alps;
  and I could look into his face without that unpleasant effort which
  giants of inferior mind so often cost the man of five feet four。
  A little while after; Fields came in; and then our number and my pleasure
  were complete。
  Nothing else so richly satisfactory; indeed; as the whole affair could
  have happened to a like youth at such a point in his career; and when I
  sat down with Doctor Holmes and Mr。 Fields; on Lowell's right; I felt
  through and through the dramatic perfection of the event。  The kindly
  Autocrat recognized some such quality of it in terms which were not the
  less precious and gracious for their humorous excess。  I have no reason
  to think that he had yet read any of my poor verses; or had me otherwise
  than wholly on trust from Lowell; but he leaned over towards his host;
  and said; with a laughing look at me; 〃Well; James; this is something
  like the apostolic succession; this is the laying on of hands。〃  I took
  his sweet and caressing irony as he meant it; but the charm of it went to
  my head long before any drop of wine; together with the charm of hearing
  him and Lowell calling each other James and Wendell; and of finding them
  still cordially boys together。
  I would gladly have glimmered before those great lights in the talk that
  followed; if I could have thought of anything brilliant to say; but I
  could not; and so I let them shine without a ray of reflected splendor
  from me。  It was such talk as I had; of course; never heard before; and
  it is not saying enough to say that I have never heard such talk since
  except from these two men。  It was as light and kind as it was deep and
  true; and it ranged over a hundred things; with a perpetual sparkle of
  Doctor Holmes's wit; and the constant glow of Lowell's incandescent
  sense。  From time to time Fields came in with one of his delightful
  stories (sketches of character they were; which he sometimes did not mind
  caricaturing); or with some criticism of the literary situation from his
  stand…point of both lover and publisher of books。  I heard fames that I
  had accepted as proofs of power treated as factitious; and witnessed a
  frankness concerning authorship; far and near; that I had not dreamed of
  authors using。  When Doctor Holmes understood that I wrote for the
  'Saturday Press'; which was running amuck among some Bostonian
  immortalities of the day; he seemed willing that I should know they were
  not thought so very undying in Boston; and that I should not take the
  notion of a Mutual Admiration Society too seriously; or accept the New
  York Bohemian view of Boston as true。  For the most part the talk did not
  address itself to me; but became an exchange of thoughts and fancies
  between himself and Lowell。  They touched; I remember; on certain matters
  of technique; and the doctor confessed that he had a prejudice against
  some words that he could not overcome; for instance; he said; nothing
  could induce him to use 'neath for beneath; no exigency of versification
  or stress of rhyme。  Lowell contended that he would use any word that
  carried his meaning; and I think he did this to the hurt of some of his
  earlier things。  He was then probably in the revolt against too much
  literature in literature; which every one is destined sooner or later to
  share; there was a certain roughness; very like crudeness; which he
  indulged before his thought and phrase mellowed to one music in his later
  work。  I tacitly agreed rather with the doctor; though I did not swerve
  from my allegiance to Lowell; and if I had spoken I should have sided
  with him: I would have given that or any other proof of my devotion。
  Fields casually mentioned that he thought 〃The Dandelion〃 was the most
  popularly liked of Lowell's briefer poems; and I made haste to say that I
  thought so too; though I did not really think anything about it; and then
  I was sorry; for I could see that the poet did not like it; quite; and I
  felt that I was duly punished for my dishonesty。
  Hawthorne was named among other authors; probably by Fields; whose house
  had just published his 〃Marble Faun;〃 and who had recently come home on
  the same steamer with him。  Doctor Holmes asked if I had met Hawthorne
  yet; and when I confessed that I had hardly yet even hoped for such a
  thing; he smiled his winning smile; and said: 〃Ah; well! I don't know
  that you will ever feel you have really met him。  He is like a dim room
  with a little taper of personality burning on the corner of the mantel。〃
  They all spoke of Hawthorne; and with the same affection; but the same
  sense of something mystical and remote in him; and every word was
  priceless to me。  But these masters of the craft I was 'prentice to
  probably could not have said anything that I should not have found wise
  and well; and I am sure now I should have been the loser if the talk had
  shunned any of the phases of human nature which it touched。  It is best
  to find that all men are of the same make; and that there are certain
  universal things which interest them as much as the supernal things; and
  amuse them even more。  There was a saying of Lowell's which he was fond
  of repeating at the menace of any form of the transcendental; and he
  liked to warn himself and others with his homely; 〃Remember the
  dinner…bell。〃  What I recall of the whole effect of a time so happy for
  me is that in all that was said; however high; however fine; we were
  never out of hearing of the dinner…bell; and perhaps this is the best
  effect I can leave with the reader。  It was the first dinner served in
  courses that I had sat down to; and I felt that this service gave it a
  romantic importance which the older fashion of the West still wanted。
  Even at Governor Chase's table in Columbus the Governor carved; I knew of
  the dinner 'a la Russe'; as it was then called; only from books; and it
  was a sort of literary flavor that I tasted in the successive dishes。
  When it came to the black coffee; and then to the 'petits verres' of
  cognac; with lumps of sugar set fire to atop; it was something that so
  far transcended my home…kept experience that it bega