第 10 节
作者:风格1      更新:2021-02-20 15:32      字数:9322
  a man eminently sociable; greedy of news; and simple…minded like a
  child。  If I was pleased to have a guide about the monastery; he
  was no less delighted to see an English face and hear an English
  tongue。
  He showed me his own room; where he passed his time among
  breviaries; Hebrew Bibles; and the Waverley Novels。  Thence he led
  me to the cloisters; into the chapter…house; through the vestry;
  where the brothers' gowns and broad straw hats were hanging up;
  each with his religious name upon a board … names full of legendary
  suavity and interest; such as Basil; Hilarion; Raphael; or
  Pacifique; into the library; where were all the works of Veuillot
  and Chateaubriand; and the ODES ET BALLADES; if you please; and
  even Moliere; to say nothing of innumerable fathers and a great
  variety of local and general historians。  Thence my good Irishman
  took me round the workshops; where brothers bake bread; and make
  cartwheels; and take photographs; where one superintends a
  collection of curiosities; and another a gallery of rabbits。  For
  in a Trappist monastery each monk has an occupation of his own
  choice; apart from his religious duties and the general labours of
  the house。  Each must sing in the choir; if he has a voice and ear;
  and join in the haymaking if he has a hand to stir; but in his
  private hours; although he must be occupied; he may be occupied on
  what he likes。  Thus I was told that one brother was engaged with
  literature; while Father Apollinaris busies himself in making
  roads; and the Abbot employs himself in binding books。  It is not
  so long since this Abbot was consecrated; by the way; and on that
  occasion; by a special grace; his mother was permitted to enter the
  chapel and witness the ceremony of consecration。  A proud day for
  her to have a son a mitred abbot; it makes you glad to think they
  let her in。
  In all these journeyings to and fro; many silent fathers and
  brethren fell in our way。  Usually they paid no more regard to our
  passage than if we had been a cloud; but sometimes the good deacon
  had a permission to ask of them; and it was granted by a peculiar
  movement of the hands; almost like that of a dog's paws in
  swimming; or refused by the usual negative signs; and in either
  case with lowered eyelids and a certain air of contrition; as of a
  man who was steering very close to evil。
  The monks; by special grace of their Abbot; were still taking two
  meals a day; but it was already time for their grand fast; which
  begins somewhere in September and lasts till Easter; and during
  which they eat but once in the twenty…four hours; and that at two
  in the afternoon; twelve hours after they have begun the toil and
  vigil of the day。  Their meals are scanty; but even of these they
  eat sparingly; and though each is allowed a small carafe of wine;
  many refrain from this indulgence。  Without doubt; the most of
  mankind grossly overeat themselves; our meals serve not only for
  support; but as a hearty and natural diversion from the labour of
  life。  Yet; though excess may be hurtful; I should have thought
  this Trappist regimen defective。  And I am astonished; as I look
  back; at the freshness of face and cheerfulness of manner of all
  whom I beheld。  A happier nor a healthier company I should scarce
  suppose that I have ever seen。  As a matter of fact; on this bleak
  upland; and with the incessant occupation of the monks; life is of
  an uncertain tenure; and death no infrequent visitor; at Our Lady
  of the Snows。  This; at least; was what was told me。  But if they
  die easily; they must live healthily in the meantime; for they
  seemed all firm of flesh and high in colour; and the only morbid
  sign that I could observe; an unusual brilliancy of eye; was one
  that served rather to increase the general impression of vivacity
  and strength。
  Those with whom I spoke were singularly sweet…tempered; with what I
  can only call a holy cheerfulness in air and conversation。  There
  is a note; in the direction to visitors; telling them not to be
  offended at the curt speech of those who wait upon them; since it
  is proper to monks to speak little。  The note might have been
  spared; to a man the hospitallers were all brimming with innocent
  talk; and; in my experience of the monastery; it was easier to
  begin than to break off a conversation。  With the exception of
  Father Michael; who was a man of the world; they showed themselves
  full of kind and healthy interest in all sorts of subjects … in
  politics; in voyages; in my sleeping…sack … and not without a
  certain pleasure in the sound of their own voices。
  As for those who are restricted to silence; I can only wonder how
  they bear their solemn and cheerless isolation。  And yet; apart
  from any view of mortification; I can see a certain policy; not
  only in the exclusion of women; but in this vow of silence。  I have
  had some experience of lay phalansteries; of an artistic; not to
  say a bacchanalian character; and seen more than one association
  easily formed and yet more easily dispersed。  With a Cistercian
  rule; perhaps they might have lasted longer。  In the neighbourhood
  of women it is but a touch…and…go association that can be formed
  among defenceless men; the stronger electricity is sure to triumph;
  the dreams of boyhood; the schemes of youth; are abandoned after an
  interview of ten minutes; and the arts and sciences; and
  professional male jollity; deserted at once for two sweet eyes and
  a caressing accent。  And next after this; the tongue is the great
  divider。
  I am almost ashamed to pursue this worldly criticism of a religious
  rule; but there is yet another point in which the Trappist order
  appeals to me as a model of wisdom。  By two in the morning the
  clapper goes upon the bell; and so on; hour by hour; and sometimes
  quarter by quarter; till eight; the hour of rest; so
  infinitesimally is the day divided among different occupations。
  The man who keeps rabbits; for example; hurries from his hutches to
  the chapel; the chapter…room; or the refectory; all day long:
  every hour he has an office to sing; a duty to perform; from two;
  when he rises in the dark; till eight; when he returns to receive
  the comfortable gift of sleep; he is upon his feet and occupied
  with manifold and changing business。  I know many persons; worth
  several thousands in the year; who are not so fortunate in the
  disposal of their lives。  Into how many houses would not the note
  of the monastery bell; dividing the day into manageable portions;
  bring peace of mind and healthful activity of body!  We speak of
  hardships; but the true hardship is to be a dull fool; and
  permitted to mismanage life in our own dull and foolish manner。
  From this point of view; we may perhaps better understand the
  monk's existence。  A long novitiate and every proof of constancy of
  mind and strength of body is required before admission to the
  order; but I could not find that many were discouraged。  In the
  photographer's studio; which figures so strangely among the
  outbuildings; my eye was attracted by the portrait of a young
  fellow in the uniform of a private of foot。  This was one of the
  novices; who came of the age for service; and marched and drilled
  and mounted guard for the proper time among the garrison of
  Algiers。  Here was a man who had surely seen both sides of life
  before deciding; yet as soon as he was set free from service he
  returned to finish his novitiate。
  This austere rule entitles a man to heaven as by right。  When the
  Trappist sickens; he quits not his habit; he lies in the bed of
  death as he has prayed and laboured in his frugal and silent
  existence; and when the Liberator comes; at the very moment; even
  before they have carried him in his robe to lie his little last in
  the chapel among continual chantings; joy…bells break forth; as if
  for a marriage; from the slated belfry; and proclaim throughout the
  neighbourhood that another soul has gone to God。
  At night; under the conduct of my kind Irishman; I took my place in
  the gallery to hear compline and SALVE REGINA; with which the
  Cistercians bring every day to a conclusion。  There were none of
  those circumstances which strike the Protestant as childish or as
  tawdry in the public offices of Rome。  A stern simplicity;
  heightened by the romance of the surroundings; spoke directly to
  the heart。  I recall the whitewashed chapel; the hooded figures in
  the choir; the lights alternately occluded and revealed; the strong
  manly singing; the silence that ensued; the sight of cowled heads
  bowed in prayer; and then the clear trenchant beating of the bell;
  breaking in to show that the last office was over and the hour of
  sleep had come; and when I remember; I am not surprised that I made
  my escape into the court with somewhat whirling fancies; and stood
  like a man bewild