书城公版Lavengro
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第53章

What profession?-Not fitted for a Churchman-Erratic course-The bitter draught-Principle of woe-Thou wouldst be joyous-What ails you?-Poor child of clay.

SO the gypsies departed;Mrs.Herne to Yorkshire,and the rest to London:as for myself,I continued in the house of my parents,passing my time in much the same manner as I have already described,principally in philological pursuits;but I was now sixteen,and it was highly necessary that I should adopt some profession,unless I intended to fritter away my existence,and to be a useless burden to those who had given me birth;but what profession was I to choose?there being none in the wide world perhaps for which I was suited;nor was there any one for which I felt any decided inclination,though perhaps there existed within me a lurking penchant for the profession of arms,which was natural enough,as,from my earliest infancy,I had been accustomed to military sights and sounds;but this profession was then closed,as I have already hinted,and,as I believe,it has since continued,to those who,like myself,had no better claims to urge than the services of a father.

My father,who,for certain reasons of his own,had no very high opinion of the advantages resulting from this career,would have gladly seen me enter the Church.His desire was,however,considerably abated by one or two passages of my life,which occurred to his recollection.He particularly dwelt on the unheard-of manner in which I had picked up the Irish language,and drew from thence the conclusion that I was not fitted by nature to cut a respectable figure at an English university.'He will fly off in a tangent,'said he,'and,when called upon to exhibit his skill in Greek,will be found proficient in Irish;I have observed the poor lad attentively,and really do not know what to make of him;but I am afraid he will never make a churchman!'And I have no doubt that my excellent father was right,both in his premisses and the conclusion at which he arrived.I had undoubtedly,at one period of my life,forsaken Greek for Irish,and the instructions of a learned Protestant divine for those of a Papist gossoon,the card-fancying Murtagh;and of late,though I kept it a strict secret,I had abandoned in a great measure the study of the beautiful Italian,and the recitation of the sonorous terzets of the Divine Comedy,in which at one time I took the greatest delight,in order to become acquainted with the broken speech,and yet more broken songs,of certain houseless wanderers whom I had met at a horse fair.Such an erratic course was certainly by no means in consonance with the sober and unvarying routine of college study.And my father,who was a man of excellent common sense,displayed it in not pressing me to adopt a profession which required qualities of mind which he saw I did not possess.