wild wales-第3部分
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But though I had lost my oral instructor I had still my silent
ones; namely; the Welsh books; and of these I made such use that
before the expiration of my clerkship I was able to read not only
Welsh prose; but; what was infinitely more difficult; Welsh poetry
in any of the four…and…twenty measures; and was well versed in the
compositions of various of the old Welsh bards; especially those of
Dafydd ab Gwilym; whom; since the time when I first became
acquainted with his works; I have always considered as the greatest
poetical genius that has appeared in Europe since the revival of
literature。
After this exordium I think I may proceed to narrate the journey of
myself and family into Wales。 As perhaps; however; it will be
thought that; though I have said quite enough about myself and a
certain groom; I have not said quite enough about my wife and
daughter; I will add a little more about them。 Of my wife I will
merely say that she is a perfect paragon of wives … can make
puddings and sweets and treacle posset; and is the best woman of
business in Eastern Anglia … of my step…daughter … for such she is;
though I generally call her daughter; and with good reason; seeing
that she has always shown herself a daughter to me … that she has
all kinds of good qualities; and several accomplishments; knowing
something of conchology; more of botany; drawing capitally in the
Dutch style; and playing remarkably well on the guitar … not the
trumpery German thing so…called … but the real Spanish guitar。
CHAPTER II
The Starting … Peterborough Cathedral … Anglo…Saxon Names … Kaempe
Viser … Steam … Norman Barons … Chester Ale … Sion Tudor … Pretty
Welsh Tongue。
SO our little family; consisting of myself; my wife Mary; and my
daughter Henrietta; for daughter I shall persist in calling her;
started for Wales in the afternoon of the 27th July; 1854。 We flew
through part of Norfolk and Cambridgeshire in a train which we left
at Ely; and getting into another; which did not fly quite so fast
as the one we had quieted; reached the Peterborough station at
about six o'clock of a delightful evening。 We proceeded no farther
on our journey that day; in order that we might have an opportunity
of seeing the cathedral。
Sallying arm in arm from the Station Hotel; where we had determined
to take up our quarters for the night; we crossed a bridge over the
deep quiet Nen; on the southern bank of which stands the station;
and soon arrived at the cathedral … unfortunately we were too late
to procure admission into the interior; and had to content
ourselves with walking round it and surveying its outside。
It is named after; and occupies the site; or part of the site of an
immense monastery; founded by the Mercian King Peda; in the year
665; and destroyed by fire in the year 1116; which monastery;
though originally termed Medeshamsted; or the homestead on the
meads; was subsequently termed Peterborough; from the circumstance
of its having been reared by the old Saxon monarch for the love of
God and the honour of Saint Peter; as the Saxon Chronicle says; a
book which I went through carefully in my younger days; when I
studied Saxon; for; as I have already told the reader; I was in
those days a bit of a philologist。 Like the first; the second
edifice was originally a monastery; and continued so till the time
of the Reformation; both were abodes of learning; for if the Saxon
Chronicle was commenced in the monkish cells of the first; it was
completed in those of the second。 What is at present called
Peterborough Cathedral is a noble venerable pile; equal upon the
whole in external appearance to the cathedrals of Toledo; Burgos
and Leon; all of which I have seen。 Nothing in architecture can be
conceived more beautiful than the principal entrance; which fronts
the west; and which; at the time we saw it; was gilded with the
rays of the setting sun。
After having strolled about the edifice surveying it until we were
weary; we returned to our inn; and after taking an excellent supper
retired to rest。
At ten o'clock next morning we left the capital of the meads。 With
dragon speed; and dragon noise; fire; smoke; and fury; the train
dashed along its road through beautiful meadows; garnished here and
there with pollard sallows; over pretty streams; whose waters stole
along imperceptibly; by venerable old churches; which I vowed I
would take the first opportunity of visiting: stopping now and
then to recruit its energies at places; whose old Anglo…Saxon names
stared me in the eyes from station boards; as specimens of which;
let me only dot down Willy Thorpe; Ringsted; and Yrthling Boro。
Quite forgetting everything Welsh; I was enthusiastically Saxon the
whole way from Medeshamsted to Blissworth; so thoroughly Saxon was
the country; with its rich meads; its old churches and its names。
After leaving Blissworth; a thoroughly Saxon place by…the…bye; as
its name shows; signifying the stronghold or possession of Bligh or
Blee; I became less Saxon; the country was rather less Saxon; and I
caught occasionally the word 〃by〃 on a board; the Danish for a
town; which 〃by〃 waked in me a considerable portion of Danish
enthusiasm; of which I have plenty; and with reason; having
translated the glorious Kaempe Viser over the desk of my ancient
master; the gentleman solicitor of East Anglia。 At length we drew
near the great workshop of England; called by some; Brummagem or
Bromwicham; by others Birmingham; and I fell into a philological
reverie; wondering which was the right name。 Before; however; we
came to the station; I decided that both names were right enough;
but that Bromwicham was the original name; signifying the home on
the broomie moor; which name it lost in polite parlance for
Birmingham; or the home of the son of Biarmer; when a certain man
of Danish blood; called Biarming; or the son of Biarmer; got
possession of it; whether by force; fraud; or marriage … the
latter; by…the…bye; is by far the best way of getting possession of
an estate … this deponent neither knoweth nor careth。 At
Birmingham station I became a modern Englishman; enthusiastically
proud of modern England's science and energy; that station alone is
enough to make one proud of being a modern Englishman。 Oh; what an
idea does that station; with its thousand trains dashing off in all
directions; or arriving from all quarters; give of modern English
science and energy。 My modern English pride accompanied me all the
way to Tipton; for all along the route there were wonderful
evidences of English skill and enterprise; in chimneys high as
cathedral spires; vomiting forth smoke; furnaces emitting flame and
lava; and in the sound of gigantic hammers; wielded by steam; the
Englishman's slave。 After passing Tipton; at which place one
leaves the great working district behind; I became for a
considerable time a yawning; listless Englishman; without pride;
enthusiasm; or feeling of any kind; from which state I was suddenly
roused by the sight of ruined edifices on the tops of hills。 They
were remains of castles built by Norman Barons。 Here; perhaps; the
reader will expect from me a burst of Norman enthusiasm: if so he
will be mistaken; I have no Norman enthusiasm; and hate and
abominate the name of Norman; for I have always associated that
name with the deflowering of helpless Englishwomen; the plundering
of English homesteads; and the tearing out of poor Englishmen's
eyes。 The sight of those edifices; now in ruins; but which were
once the strongholds of plunder; violence; and lust; made me almost
ashamed of being an Englishman; for they brought to my mind the
indignities to which poor English blood has been subjected。 I sat
silent and melancholy; till looking from the window I caught sight
of a long line of hills; which I guessed to be the Welsh hills; as
indeed they proved; which sight causing me to remember that I was
bound for Wales; the land of the bard; made me cast all gloomy
thoughts aside and glow with all the Welsh enthusiasm with which I
glowed when I first started in the direction of Wales。
On arriving at Chester; at which place we intended to spend two or
three days; we put up at an old…fashioned inn in Northgate Street;
to which we had been recommended; my wife and daughter ordered tea
and its accompaniments; and I ordered ale; and that which always
should accompany it; cheese。 〃The ale I shall find bad;〃 said I;
Chester ale had a villainous character in the time of old Sion
Tudor; who made a first…rate englyn upon it; and it has scarcely
improved since; 〃but I shall have a treat in the cheese; Cheshire
cheese has always been reckoned excellent; and now that I am in the
capital of the cheese country; of course I shall have some of the
very prime。〃 Well; the tea; loaf and butter made their appearance;
and with them my cheese and ale。 To my horror the cheese had much
the appearance of soap of the commonest kind; which indeed I found
it much resembled in taste; on putting a small portion into my
mouth。 〃Ah;〃 said I; after I had opened the window and ejected the
half…masticated morsel into the street; 〃those who wish to regale
on good Cheshire cheese must not come to Chester; no more than
those who wish to drink first…rate coffee must go to Mocha。 I'll
now see whether the ale is drinkable;〃 so I took a little of the
ale into my mouth; and instantly going to the window; spirted it
out after the cheese。 〃Of a surety;〃 said I; 〃Chester ale must be
of much the same quality as it was in the time of Sion Tudor; who
spoke of it to the following effect:…
〃Chester ale; Chester ale! I could ne'er get it down;
'Tis made of ground…ivy; of dirt; and of bran;
'Tis as thick as a river below a huge town!
'Tis not lap for a dog; far less drink for a man。'
Well! if I have been deceived in the cheese; I have at any rate not
been deceived in the ale; which I expected to find execrable。
Patience! I shall not fall into a passion; more especially as there
are things I can fall back upon。 Wife! I will tro