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作者:恐龙王      更新:2021-03-08 19:22      字数:9322
  new…comer got served; was remarkable; and the dexterity with which
  the waitresses (quite new to the art a month before) discharged
  their duty; was as agreeable to see; as the neat smartness with
  which they wore their dress and had dressed their hair。
  If I seldom saw better waiting; so I certainly never ate better
  meat; potatoes; or pudding。  And the soup was an honest and stout
  soup; with rice and barley in it; and 'little matters for the teeth
  to touch;' as had been observed to me by my friend below stairs
  already quoted。  The dinner…service; too; was neither conspicuously
  hideous for High Art nor for Low Art; but was of a pleasant and
  pure appearance。  Concerning the viands and their cookery; one last
  remark。  I dined at my club in Pall…Mall aforesaid; a few days
  afterwards; for exactly twelve times the money; and not half as
  well。
  The company thickened after one o'clock struck; and changed pretty
  quickly。  Although experience of the place had been so recently
  attainable; and although there was still considerable curiosity out
  in the street and about the entrance; the general tone was as good
  as could be; and the customers fell easily into the ways of the
  place。  It was clear to me; however; that they were there to have
  what they paid for; and to be on an independent footing。  To the
  best of my judgment; they might be patronised out of the building
  in a month。  With judicious visiting; and by dint of being
  questioned; read to; and talked at; they might even be got rid of
  (for the next quarter of a century) in half the time。
  This disinterested and wise movement is fraught with so many
  wholesome changes in the lives of the working people; and with so
  much good in the way of overcoming that suspicion which our own
  unconscious impertinence has engendered; that it is scarcely
  gracious to criticise details as yet; the rather; because it is
  indisputable that the managers of the Whitechapel establishment
  most thoroughly feel that they are upon their honour with the
  customers; as to the minutest points of administration。  But;
  although the American stoves cannot roast; they can surely boil one
  kind of meat as well as another; and need not always circumscribe
  their boiling talents within the limits of ham and beef。  The most
  enthusiastic admirer of those substantials; would probably not
  object to occasional inconstancy in respect of pork and mutton:
  or; especially in cold weather; to a little innocent trifling with
  Irish stews; meat pies; and toads in holes。  Another drawback on
  the Whitechapel establishment; is the absence of beer。  Regarded
  merely as a question of policy; it is very impolitic; as having a
  tendency to send the working men to the public…house; where gin is
  reported to be sold。  But; there is a much higher ground on which
  this absence of beer is objectionable。  It expresses distrust of
  the working man。  It is a fragment of that old mantle of patronage
  in which so many estimable Thugs; so darkly wandering up and down
  the moral world; are sworn to muffle him。  Good beer is a good
  thing for him; he says; and he likes it; the Depot could give it
  him good; and he now gets it bad。  Why does the Depot not give it
  him good?  Because he would get drunk。  Why does the Depot not let
  him have a pint with his dinner; which would not make him drunk?
  Because he might have had another pint; or another two pints;
  before he came。  Now; this distrust is an affront; is exceedingly
  inconsistent with the confidence the managers express in their
  hand…bills; and is a timid stopping…short upon the straight
  highway。  It is unjust and unreasonable; also。  It is unjust;
  because it punishes the sober man for the vice of the drunken man。
  It is unreasonable; because any one at all experienced in such
  things knows that the drunken workman does not get drunk where he
  goes to eat and drink; but where he goes to drink … expressly to
  drink。  To suppose that the working man cannot state this question
  to himself quite as plainly as I state it here; is to suppose that
  he is a baby; and is again to tell him in the old wearisome;
  condescending; patronising way that he must be goody…poody; and do
  as he is toldy…poldy; and not be a manny…panny or a voter…poter;
  but fold his handy…pandys; and be a childy…pildy。
  I found from the accounts of the Whitechapel Self…Supporting
  Cooking Depot; that every article sold in it; even at the prices I
  have quoted; yields a certain small profit!  Individual speculators
  are of course already in the field; and are of course already
  appropriating the name。  The classes for whose benefit the real
  depots are designed; will distinguish between the two kinds of
  enterprise。
  CHAPTER XXVI … CHATHAM DOCKYARD
  There are some small out…of…the…way landing places on the Thames
  and the Medway; where I do much of my summer idling。  Running water
  is favourable to day…dreams; and a strong tidal river is the best
  of running water for mine。  I like to watch the great ships
  standing out to sea or coming home richly laden; the active little
  steam…tugs confidently puffing with them to and from the sea…
  horizon; the fleet of barges that seem to have plucked their brown
  and russet sails from the ripe trees in the landscape; the heavy
  old colliers; light in ballast; floundering down before the tide;
  the light screw barks and schooners imperiously holding a straight
  course while the others patiently tack and go about; the yachts
  with their tiny hulls and great white sheets of canvas; the little
  sailing…boats bobbing to and fro on their errands of pleasure or
  business; and … as it is the nature of little people to do … making
  a prodigious fuss about their small affairs。  Watching these
  objects; I still am under no obligation to think about them; or
  even so much as to see them; unless it perfectly suits my humour。
  As little am I obliged to hear the plash and flop of the tide; the
  ripple at my feet; the clinking windlass afar off; or the humming
  steam…ship paddles further away yet。  These; with the creaking
  little jetty on which I sit; and the gaunt high…water marks and
  low…water marks in the mud; and the broken causeway; and the broken
  bank; and the broken stakes and piles leaning forward as if they
  were vain of their personal appearance and looking for their
  reflection in the water; will melt into any train of fancy。
  Equally adaptable to any purpose or to none; are the posturing
  sheep and kine upon the marshes; the gulls that wheel and dip
  around me; the crows (well out of gunshot) going home from the rich
  harvest…fields; the heron that has been out a…fishing and looks as
  melancholy; up there in the sky; as if it hadn't agreed with him。
  Everything within the range of the senses will; by the aid of the
  running water; lend itself to everything beyond that range; and
  work into a drowsy whole; not unlike a kind of tune; but for which
  there is no exact definition。
  One of these landing…places is near an old fort (I can see the Nore
  Light from it with my pocket…glass); from which fort mysteriously
  emerges a boy; to whom I am much indebted for additions to my
  scanty stock of knowledge。  He is a young boy; with an intelligent
  face burnt to a dust colour by the summer sun; and with crisp hair
  of the same hue。  He is a boy in whom I have perceived nothing
  incompatible with habits of studious inquiry and meditation; unless
  an evanescent black eye (I was delicate of inquiring how
  occasioned) should be so considered。  To him am I indebted for
  ability to identify a Custom…house boat at any distance; and for
  acquaintance with all the forms and ceremonies observed by a
  homeward…bound Indiaman coming up the river; when the Custom…house
  officers go aboard her。  But for him; I might never have heard of
  'the dumb…ague;' respecting which malady I am now learned。  Had I
  never sat at his feet; I might have finished my mortal career and
  never known that when I see a white horse on a barge's sail; that
  barge is a lime barge。  For precious secrets in reference to beer;
  am I likewise beholden to him; involving warning against the beer
  of a certain establishment; by reason of its having turned sour
  through failure in point of demand:  though my young sage is not of
  opinion that similar deterioration has befallen the ale。  He has
  also enlightened me touching the mushrooms of the marshes; and has
  gently reproved my ignorance in having supposed them to be
  impregnated with salt。  His manner of imparting information; is
  thoughtful; and appropriate to the scene。  As he reclines beside
  me; he pitches into the river; a little stone or piece of grit; and
  then delivers himself oracularly; as though he spoke out of the
  centre of the spreading circle that it makes in the water。  He
  never improves my mind without observing this formula。
  With the wise boy … whom I know by no other name than the Spirit of
  the Fort … I recently consorted on a breezy day w