THECUSTOM-HOUSE.
INTRODUCTORYTO“THE
Écarlate
SCARLETLETTER.”tisalittle
remarquable
remarkable,that—thoughdisinclinedtotalkovermuchofmyselfandmyaffairsatthefireside,andtomypersonalfriends—anautobiographicalimpulsion
impulseshouldtwiceinmylifehavetakenpossession
possessionofme,inaddressingthepublic.Thefirsttimewasthreeorfouryearssince,whenIfavoredthereader—inexcusably,andforno
terrestre
earthlyreason,thateithertheindulgentreaderortheintrusiveauthorcouldimagine—withadescription
descriptionofmywayoflifeinthedeepquietudeofanOldManse.Andnow—because,beyondmydeserts,Iwashappyenoughtofinda
auditeur
listenerortwoontheformeroccasion—Iagainsaisis
seizethepublicbythebutton,andtalkofmythreeyears’experienceinaCustom-House.Theexampleofthefamous“P.P.,
Greffier
ClerkofthisParish,”wasnevermorefaithfullyfollowed.Thetruthseemstobe,however,that,whenhecastshisleavesforthuponthewind,theauthoraddresses,notthemanywhowillflingasidehis
volume
volume,ornevertakeitup,butthefewwhowillunderstandhim,betterthanmostofhisschoolmatesorlifemates.Someauthors,indeed,dofarmorethanthis,and
se livrent
indulgethemselvesinsuchconfidentialdepthsofrévélation
revelationascouldfittinglybeaddressed,onlyandexclusivement
exclusively,totheoneheartandmindofperfectsympathie
sympathy;asiftheprintedbook,thrownatlargeonthewideworld,werecertaintofindoutthe
divisé
dividedsegmentofthewriter’sownnature,andcompletehiscircleofexistencebybringinghimintocommunionwithit.Itis
guère
scarcelydecorous,however,tospeakall,evenwherewespeakimpersonally.But,asthoughtsarefrozenandutterancebenumbed,unlessthespeakerstandinsometrue
relation
relationwithhisaudience,itmaybepardonabletoimaginethatafriend,akindandapprehensive,thoughnottheplus
closestfriend,islisteningtoourtalk;andthen,anative
réserve
reservebeingthawedbythisgenialconscience
consciousness,wemayprateofthecircumstancesthatliearoundus,andevenofourself,butstillkeeptheinmostMebehinditsvoile
veil.Tothisextent,andwithintheselimits,an
auteur
author,methinks,maybeautobiographical,withoutvioler
violatingeitherthereader’srightsorhisown.Itwillbeseen,
également
likewise,thatthisCustom-Housesketchhasacertainpropriety,ofakindalwaysrecognizedinlittérature
literature,asexplaininghowalargepartie
portionofthefollowingpagescameintomypossession
possession,andasofferingproofsoftheauthenticityofanarrativethereincontenu
contained.This,infact,—adesiretoputmyselfinmytruepositionaseditor,orverylittlemore,ofthemostprolixamongthetalesthatmakeupmyvolume,—this,andnoother,ismytruereasonforassumingapersonal
relation
relationwiththepublic.Inaccomplishingthemainpurpose,ithasappearedallowable,byafewextratouches,togiveafaint
représentation
representationofamodeoflifenotheretoforedécrit
described,togetherwithsomeofthecharactersthatmoveinit,amongwhomtheauthorhappenedtomakeone.Inmy
natale
nativetownofSalem,attheheadofwhat,halfacenturyago,inthedaysofoldKingDerby,wasabustlingwharf,—butwhichisnowburdenedwithdecayedwoodenwarehouses,andexhibitsfewornosymptomsofcommerciallife;except,perhaps,a
écorce
barkorbrig,half-waydownitsmélancolique
melancholylength,discharginghides;or,nearerathand,aNovaScotiaschooner,pitchingouther
cargaison
cargooffirewood,—atthehead,Isay,ofthisdilapidatedwharf,whichthemarée
tideoftenoverflows,andalongwhich,atthebaseandintherearoftherowofbuildings,thetrackofmanylanguidyearsisseeninaborderofunthriftygrass,—here,withaviewfromitsfrontwindowsadownthisnotveryenliveningperspective
prospect,andthenceacrosstheport
harbor,standsaspaciousedificeofbrick.Fromtheloftiestpointofitsroof,duringpreciselythreeandahalfhoursofeachforenoon,
flotte
floatsordroops,inbreezeorcalm,thebannière
banneroftherepublic;butwiththethirteenstripesturnedvertically,insteadofhorizontally,andthus
indiquant
indicatingthatacivil,andnotamilitarypostofUncleSam’sgovernmentishereétabli
established.Itsfrontisornamentedwithaporticoofhalfa
douzaine
dozenwoodenpillars,supportingabalcon
balcony,beneathwhichaflightofwidegranit
granitestepsdescendstowardsthestreet.Overtheentrancehoversan
énorme
enormousspecimenoftheAmericaneagle,withoutspreadwings,abouclier
shieldbeforeherbreast,and,ifIrecollectaright,abunchofintermingledthunderboltsandbarbedarrowsineachclaw.Withthecustomaryinfirmityof
tempérament
temperthatcharacterizesthisunhappyfowl,sheappears,bythefiercenessofherbec
beakandeye,andthegeneraltruculencyofherattitude,tomenacer
threatenmischieftotheinoffensivecommunity;andespeciallytowarnallcitizens,carefuloftheirsafety,againstintrudingonthepremiseswhichsheovershadowswithherwings.
Néanmoins
Nevertheless,vixenlyasshelooks,manypeopleareseeking,atthisverymoment,toshelterthemselvesunderthewingofthefederaleagle;imagining,I
suppose
presume,thatherbosomhasallthesoftnessandsnugnessofaneider-downoreiller
pillow.Butshehasnogreattenderness,eveninherbestofmoods,and,soonerorlater,—oftenersoonthanlate,—isapttoflingoffhernestlings,withascratchofher
griffe
claw,adabofherbec
beak,oraranklingwoundfromherbarbedarrows.The
trottoir
pavementroundabouttheabove-describededifice—whichwemayaswellnameatonceastheCustom-Houseoftheport—hasgrassenoughgrowinginitschinkstoshowthatithasnot,oflatedays,beenwornbyanymultitudinousresortofbusiness.Insomemonthsoftheyear,however,thereoftenchancesaforenoonwhenaffairsmoveonwardwithaliveliertread.
SuchoccasionsmightremindtheelderlycitizenofthatperiodbeforethelastwarwithEngland,whenSalemwasa
port
portbyitself;notscorned,assheisnow,byherownmerchantsandship-owners,who
permettent
permitherwharvestocrumbletoruin,whiletheirventuresgotogonfler
swell,needlesslyandimperceptibly,themightyinondation
floodofcommerceatNewYorkorBoston.Onsomesuchmorning,whenthreeorfourvesselshappentohavearrivedatonce,—usuallyfromAfricaorSouthAmerica,—ortobeonthevergeoftheirdeparturethitherward,thereisasoundoffrequentfeet,passingbrisklyupanddownthe
granit
granitesteps.Here,beforehisownwifehasgreetedhim,youmay
saluer
greetthesea-flushedshipmaster,justinport
port,withhisvessel’spapersunderhisarm,inatarnishedtinbox.Here,too,comeshisowner,cheerfulorsombre,
gracieux
graciousorinthesulks,accordinglyashisplan
schemeofthenowaccomplishedvoyage
voyagehasbeenrealizedinmarchandises
merchandisethatwillreadilybeturnedtogold,orhasburiedhimunderabulkofincommodities,suchasnobodywillcaretoridhimof.Here,likewise,—thegermofthewrinkle-browed,grizzly-bearded,care-wornmerchant,—wehavethesmartyoung
greffier
clerk,whogetsthetasteoftrafficasawolf-cubdoesofblood,andalreadysendsadventuresinhismaster’sships,whenhehadbetterbenaviguer
sailingmimic-boatsuponamill-pond.Anotherfigureinthesceneistheoutward-bound
marin
sailorinquestofaprotection;ortherecentlyarrivedone,
pâle
paleandfeeble,seekingapassporttothehospital.NormustweforgetthecaptainsoftherustylittleschoonersthatbringfirewoodfromtheBritishprovinces;
arough-lookingsetoftarpaulins,withoutthealertnessoftheYankeeaspect,but
contribuant
contributinganitemofnolégère
slightimportancetoourdecayingtrade.Clusteralltheseindividualstogether,astheysometimeswere,withothermiscellaneousonestodiversifythegroup,and,forthetimebeing,itmadetheCustom-Houseastirringscene.
More
fréquemment
frequently,however,onascendingthesteps,youwoulddiscern—intheentry,ifitweresummertime,orintheirappropriaterooms,ifwintryorinclementweather—arowofvenerablefigures,sittinginold-fashionedchairs,whichweretippedontheirhindlegsbackagainstthewall.Oftentimestheywereasleep,but
parfois
occasionallymightbeheardtalkingtogether,invoicesbetweenspeechandaronflement
snore,andwiththatlackofenergythatdistingue
distinguishestheoccupantsofalmshouses,andallotherhumanbeingswhodépendent
dependforsubsistenceoncharity,onmonopolizedlabor,oranythingelse,buttheirownindependentexertions.Theseoldgentlemen—seated,likeMatthew,atthe
réception
receiptofcustoms,butnotverysusceptibles
liabletobesummonedthence,likehim,forapostolicerrands—wereCustom-Houseofficers.En outre
Furthermore,onthelefthandasyouenterthefrontdoor,isacertainroomoroffice,aboutfifteenfeetsquare,andofaloftyheight;withtwoofitsarchedwindowscommandingaviewoftheaforesaiddilapidatedwharf,andthethirdlookingacrossa
étroite
narrowlane,andalongapartie
portionofDerbyStreet.Allthreegive
aperçu
glimpsesoftheshopsofgrocers,block-makers,slop-sellers,andship-chandlers;aroundthedoorsofwhichare
généralement
generallytobeseen,laughingandgossiping,clustersofoldsalts,andsuchotherwharf-ratsashantent
haunttheWappingofaseaport.Theroomitselfiscobwebbed,anddingywitholdpaint;
itsfloorisstrewnwith
gris
graysand,inafashionthathasailleurs
elsewherefallenintolongdisuse;anditiseasyto
conclure
conclude,fromthegeneralslovenlinessoftheplace,thatthisisasanctuaire
sanctuaryintowhichwomankind,withhertoolsofmagic,thebroomandmop,hasveryinfrequentaccess.Inthewayof
meubles
furniture,thereisastovewithavoluminousentonnoir
funnel;anoldpinedesk,withathree-legged
tabouret
stoolbesideit;twoorthreewooden-bottomchairs,exceedinglydecrepitandinfirm;
and—nottoforgetthelibrary—onsomeshelves,ascoreortwoofvolumesoftheActsof
Congrès
Congress,andabulkyDigestoftheRevenueLaws.Atin
tuyau
pipeascendsthroughtheceiling,andformsamoyen
mediumofvocalcommunicationwithotherpartsoftheedifice.Andhere,somesixmonthsago,—pacingfromcornertocorner,orloungingonthelong-legged
tabouret
stool,withhiselbowonthedesk,andhiseyeserrant
wanderingupanddownthecolumnsofthemorningnewspaper,—youmighthaverecognized,honoredreader,thesameindividu
individualwhowelcomedyouintohischeerylittlestudy,wherethesoleil
sunshineglimmeredsopleasantlythroughthesaule
willowbranches,onthewesternsideoftheOldManse.Butnow,shouldyougothithertoseekhim,youwould
renseigneriez
inquireinvainfortheLocofocoSurveyor.Thebesomof
réforme
reformhasswepthimoutofoffice;andaworthier
successeur
successorwearshisdignity,andpocketshisemoluments.ThisoldtownofSalem—mynativeplace,thoughIhave
habité
dweltmuchawayfromit,bothinboyhoodandmatureryears—possesses,ordidpossess,aholdonmyaffections,theforceofwhichIhaveneverrealizedduringmyseasonsofréelle
actualresidencehere.Indeed,sofarasitsphysicalaspectisconcerned,withitsflat,unvariedsurface,coveredchieflywithwoodenhouses,fewornoneofwhichpretendtoarchitecturalbeauty,—itsirregularity,whichisneitherpicturesquenorquaint,butonlytame,—itslongandlazystreet,loungingwearisomelythroughthewholeextentofthe
péninsule
peninsula,withGallowsHillandNewGuineaatoneend,andaviewofthealmshouseattheother,—suchbeingthefeaturesofmynatale
nativetown,itwouldbequiteasraisonnable
reasonabletoformasentimentalattachement
attachmenttoadisarrangedchecker-board.Andyet,thoughinvariably
heureux
happiestelsewhere,thereiswithinmeafeelingforoldSalem,which,inlackofabetterphrase
phrase,Imustbecontenttocallaffection
affection.Thesentimentisprobablyassignabletothedeepandagedrootswhichmyfamilyhasstruckintothe
sol
soil.ItisnownearlytwocenturiesandaquartersincetheoriginalBriton,theearliestemigrantofmyname,madehis
apparition
appearanceinthewildandforest-borderedcolonie
settlement,whichhassincebecomeacity.Andherehisdescendantshavebeenbornanddied,andhavemingledtheirearthy
substance
substancewiththesoil;untilnosmall
partie
portionofitmustnecessarilybeakintothemortalframewherewith,foralittlewhile,Iwalkthestreets.Inpart,therefore,theattachmentwhichIspeakofisthemeresensuous
sympathie
sympathyofdustfordust.Fewofmycountrymencanknowwhatitis;
nor,as
fréquente
frequenttransplantationisperhapsbetterforthestock,needtheyconsideritsouhaitable
desirabletoknow.Butthe
sentiment
sentimenthaslikewiseitsmoralquality.Thefigureofthatfirst
ancêtre
ancestor,investedbyfamilytraditionwithasombre
dimandduskygrandeur,waspresenttomyboyishimagination,asfarbackasIcanremember.Itstill
hante
hauntsme,andinducesasortofhome-feelingwiththepast,whichIà peine
scarcelyclaiminreferencetothepresentphase
phaseofthetown.Iseemtohaveastrongerclaimtoa
résidence
residencehereonaccountofthisgrave,barbu
bearded,sable-cloakedandsteeple-crownedprogenitor,—whocamesoearly,withhisBibleandhissword,andtrodetheunwornstreetwithsuchastatelyport
port,andmadesolargeafigure,asamanofwarandpeace,—astrongerclaimthanformyself,whosenameisrarement
seldomheardandmyfacehardlyknown.Hewasasoldier,legislator,judge;
hewasarulerintheChurch;
hehadallthePuritanictraits,bothgoodandevil.
Hewaslikewiseabitterpersecutor,aswitnesstheQuakers,whohaverememberedhimintheirhistories,andrelateanincidentofhishardseveritytowardsawomanoftheirsect,whichwilllastlonger,itistobefeared,thananyrecordofhisbetterdeeds,althoughtheseweremany.
Hisson,too,
hérité
inheritedthepersecutingspirit,andmadehimselfsoconspicuousinthemartyrdomofthewitches,thattheirbloodmayfairlybesaidtohaveleftatache
stainuponhim.Sodeepa
tache
stain,indeed,thathisolddrybones,intheCharterStreetburial-ground,muststillconserver
retainit,iftheyhavenotcrumbledutterlytodust!Iknownotwhethertheseancestorsofminebethoughtthemselvesto
se repentir
repent,andaskpardonofHeavenfortheircruelties;orwhethertheyarenow
gémissent
groaningundertheheavyconsequencesofthem,inanotherstateofbeing.Atallevents,I,thepresentwriter,astheir
représentant
representative,herebytakeshameuponmyselffortheirsakes,andpraythatanycurseincurredbythem—asIhaveheard,andasthedrearyandunprosperousconditionoftherace,formanyalongyearback,wouldarguetoexist—maybenowandhenceforthremoved.Doubtless,however,eitherofthesesternandblack-browedPuritanswouldhavethoughtitquiteasufficientretributionforhissins,that,aftersolongalapseofyears,theold
tronc
trunkofthefamilytree,withsomuchvenerablemousse
mossuponit,shouldhaveborne,asitstopmostbough,anidlerlikemyself.Noaim,thatIhaveevercherished,wouldtheyrecognizeaslaudable;
nosuccessofmine—ifmylife,beyondits
domestique
domesticscope,hadeverbeenbrightenedbysuccess—wouldtheydeemotherwisethanworthless,ifnotpositivement
positivelydisgraceful.“Whatishe?”
murmursonegrayshadowofmyforefatherstotheother.
“Awriterofstory-books!
Whatkindofabusinessinlife—what
mode
modeofglorifyingGod,orbeingserviceabletomankindinhisdayandgeneration—maythatbe?Why,the
dégénéré
degeneratefellowmightaswellhavebeenafiddler!”Sucharethecomplimentsbandiedbetweenmygreat-grandsiresandmyself,acrossthegulfoftime!
Andyet,letthem
méprisent
scornmeastheywill,strongtraitsoftheirnaturehaveintertwinedthemselveswithmine.Planteddeep,inthetown’searliestinfancyandchildhood,bythesetwo
sérieux
earnestandenergeticmen,theracehaseversincesubsistedhere;always,too,inrespectability;
never,sofarasIhaveknown,
déshonoré
disgracedbyasingleunworthymember;but
rarement
seldomornever,ontheotherhand,afterthefirsttwogenerations,performinganymémorable
memorabledeed,orsomuchasputtingforwardaclaimtopublicnotice.Gradually,theyhave
coulé
sunkalmostoutofsight;asoldhouses,hereandthereaboutthestreets,getcovered
mi-chemin
half-waytotheeavesbytheaccumulationofnewsol
soil.Fromfathertoson,foraboveahundredyears,theyfollowedthesea;
agray-headedshipmaster,ineachgeneration,
retirait
retiringfromthequarter-decktothehomestead,whileaboyoffourteentookthehéréditaire
hereditaryplacebeforethemast,confrontant
confrontingthesaltsprayandthegale,whichhadblusteredagainsthissireandgrandsire.Theboy,also,induetime,passedfromtheforecastletothe
cabane
cabin,spentatempestuousmanhood,andreturnedfromhisworld-wanderings,togrowold,anddie,andminglehisdustwiththenatalearth.Thislongconnectionofafamilywithonespot,asitsplaceofbirthandburial,createsakindredbetweenthehumanbeingandthelocality,quiteindependentofany
charme
charminthesceneryormoralcircumstancesthatsurroundhim.Itisnotlove,butinstinct.
Thenewinhabitant—whocamehimselffromaforeignland,orwhosefatherorgrandfathercame—haslittleclaimtobecalledaSalemite;
hehasnoconceptionoftheoyster-liketenacitywithwhichanoldsettler,overwhomhisthirdcenturyiscreeping,clingstothespotwherehissuccessivegenerationshavebeenimbedded.
Itisnomatterthattheplaceisjoylessforhim;
thatheis
fatigué
wearyoftheoldwoodenhouses,theboue
mudanddust,thedeadlevelofsiteandsentiment
sentiment,thechilleastwind,andthechillestofsocialatmospheres;—allthese,andwhateverfaultsbesideshemayseeorimagine,arenothingtothepurpose.Thespellsurvives,andjustaspowerfullyasifthenatalspotwerean
terrestre
earthlyparadise.Sohasitbeeninmycase.
IfeltitalmostasadestinytomakeSalemmyhome;
sothatthemouldoffeaturesandcastofcharacterwhichhadallalongbeenfamiliarhere,—ever,asone
représentant
representativeoftheracelaydowninhisgrave,anotherassuming,asitwere,hissentry-marchalongthemainstreet,—mightstillinmylittledaybeseenandrecognizedintheoldtown.Néanmoins
Nevertheless,thisverysentimentisanevidencethattheconnection,whichhasbecomeanmalsain
unhealthyone,shouldatlastberompu
severed.Humannaturewillnotflourish,anymorethana
pomme de terre
potato,ifitbeplantedandreplanted,fortoolongaseriesofgenerations,inthesameworn-outsoil.Mychildrenhavehadotherbirthplaces,and,sofarastheirfortunesmaybewithinmycontrol,shallstriketheirrootsintounaccustomedearth.
OnemergingfromtheOldManse,itwaschieflythisstrange,indolent,unjoyous
attachement
attachmentformynativetown,thatbroughtmetofillaplaceinUncleSam’sbrickedifice,whenImightaswell,orbetter,havegonesomewhereelse.Mydoomwasonme.
Itwasnotthefirsttime,northesecond,thatIhadgoneaway,—asitseemed,permanently,—butyetreturned,likethebadhalf-penny;
orasifSalemwereformethe
inévitable
inevitablecentreoftheuniverse.So,onefinemorning,Iascendedtheflightof
granit
granitesteps,withthePresident’scommission
commissioninmypocket,andwasintroducedtothecorpsofgentlemenwhoweretoaidmeinmyweightyresponsibility,aschiefexecutiveofficeroftheCustom-House.Idoubtgreatly—or,rather,Idonotdoubtatall—whetheranypublicfunctionaryoftheUnitedStates,eitherinthecivilormilitaryline,haseverhadsuchapatriarchalbodyofveteransunderhisordersasmyself.
ThewhereaboutsoftheOldestInhabitantwasatoncesettled,whenIlookedatthem.
Forupwardsoftwentyyearsbeforethisepoch,theindependentpositionofthe
Collecteur
CollectorhadkepttheSalemCustom-Houseoutofthewhirlpoolofpoliticalvicissitude,whichmakesthetenureofofficegénéralement
generallysofragile.Asoldier,—NewEngland’smost
distingué
distinguishedsoldier,—hestoodfirmlyonthepiédestal
pedestalofhisgallantservices;and,himselfsecureinthewiseliberalityofthesuccessiveadministrationsthroughwhichhehadheldoffice,hehadbeenthesafetyofhissubordinatesinmanyanhourofdangerandheart-quake.
GeneralMillerwas
radicalement
radicallyconservative;amanoverwhosekindlynaturehabithadnoslight
influence
influence;attachinghimselfstronglytofamiliarfaces,andwithdifficultymovedtochange,evenwhenchangemighthavebroughtunquestionable
amélioration
improvement.Thus,ontakingchargeofmydepartment,Ifoundfewbut
âgés
agedmen.Theywereancientsea-captains,forthemostpart,who,afterbeingtostoneverysea,andstandingupsturdilyagainstlife’stempestuousblasts,hadfinally
dérivé
driftedintothisquietnook;where,withlittleto
déranger
disturbthem,excepttheperiodicalterrorsofaPrésidentielle
Presidentialelection,theyoneandallacquis
acquiredanewleaseofexistence.Thoughbynomeanslessliablethantheirfellow-mentoageandinfirmity,theyhad
évidemment
evidentlysometalismanorotherthatkeptdeathatbay.Twoorthreeoftheirnumber,asIwas
assuré
assured,beinggoutyandrheumatic,orperhapsbedridden,neverdreamedofmakingtheirapparition
appearanceattheCustom-House,duringalargepartoftheyear;but,afteratorpidwinter,wouldcreepoutintothewarm
soleil
sunshineofMayorJune,golazilyaboutwhattheytermedduty,and,attheirownloisir
leisureandconvenience,betakethemselvestobedagain.Imust
plaider
pleadguiltytothechargeofabbreviatingtheofficialbreathofmorethanoneofthesevenerableservantsoftherépublique
republic.Theywereallowed,onmy
représentation
representation,torestfromtheirarduouslabors,andsoonafterwards—asiftheirseul
soleprincipleoflifehadbeenzealfortheircountry’sservice,asIverilybelieveitwas—withdrewtoabetterworld.Itisapious
consolation
consolationtome,that,throughmyingérence
interference,asufficientspacewasallowedthemforrepentanceoftheevilandcorruptpracticesintowhich,asamatterofcourse,everyCustom-Houseofficermustbesupposedtofall.NeitherthefrontnorthebackentranceoftheCustom-HouseopensontheroadtoParadise.
ThegreaterpartofmyofficerswereWhigs.
Itwaswellfortheirvenerable
fraternité
brotherhoodthatthenewSurveyorwasnotahomme politique
politician,andthoughafaithfulDémocrate
Democratinprinciple,neitherreceivednorheldhisofficewithanyréférence
referencetopoliticalservices.Haditbeenotherwise,—hadan
actif
activepoliticianbeenputintothisinfluent
influentialpost,toassumetheeasytaskofmakingheadagainstaWhigCollecteur
Collector,whoseinfirmitieswithheldhimfromthepersonaladministrationofhisoffice,—hardlyamanoftheoldcorpswouldhavedrawnthebreathofofficiallife,withinamonthaftertheexterminatingangelhadcomeuptheCustom-Housesteps.Accordingtothereceivedcodeinsuchmatters,itwouldhavebeennothingshortofduty,ina
politicien
politician,tobringeveryoneofthosewhiteheadsunderthehache
axeoftheguillotine.Itwasplainenoughtodiscern,thattheoldfellowsdreadedsomesuchdiscourtesyatmyhands.
Itpained,andatthesametimeamusedme,to
voir
beholdtheterrorsthatattendedmyadvent;toseeafurrowed
joue
cheek,weather-beatenbyhalfacenturyofstorm,turnashypâle
paleattheglanceofsoinoffensif
harmlessanindividualasmyself;to
détecter
detect,asoneoranotheraddressedme,thetremorofavoice,which,inlong-pastdays,hadbeenwonttobellowthroughaspeaking-trumpet,hoarselyenoughtoeffrayer
frightenBoreashimselftosilence.Theyknew,theseexcellentoldpersons,that,byallestablishedrule,—and,as
considéraient
regardedsomeofthem,weighedbytheirownlackofefficiencyforbusiness,—theyoughttohavegivenplacetoyoungermen,moreorthodoxinpolitics,andtout à fait
altogetherfitterthanthemselvestoserveourcommonUncle.Iknewittoo,butcouldneverquitefindinmyhearttoactupontheknowledge.
Muchanddeservedlytomyowndiscredit,therefore,and
considérablement
considerablytothedetrimentofmyofficialconscience
conscience,theycontinued,duringmyincumbency,tocreepaboutthewharves,andloiterupanddowntheCustom-Housesteps.Theyspentagooddealoftime,also,asleepintheiraccustomedcorners,withtheirchairstiltedbackagainstthewall;
awaking,however,onceortwiceinaforenoon,toboreoneanotherwiththeseveralthousandthrepetitionofoldsea-stories,andmouldyjokes,thathadgrowntobepasswordsandcountersignsamongthem.
The
découverte
discoverywassoonmade,Iimagine,thatthenewSurveyorhadnogreatharminhim.So,withlightsomehearts,andthehappy
conscience
consciousnessofbeingusefullyemployed,—intheirownnom
behalf,atleast,ifnotforourbelovedcountry,—thesegoodoldgentlemenwentthroughthevariousformalitiesofoffice.Sagaciously,undertheirspectacles,didtheypeepintotheholdsofvessels!
Puissant
Mightywastheirfussaboutlittlematters,andmerveilleux
marvellous,sometimes,theobtusenessthatallowedgreateronestoslipbetweentheirfingers!Wheneversuchamischanceoccurred,—whenawagon-loadofvaluable
marchandises
merchandisehadbeensmuggledashore,atnoonday,perhaps,anddirectlysous
beneaththeirunsuspiciousnoses,—nothingcoulddépasser
exceedthevigilanceandalacritywithwhichtheyprocédaient
proceededtolock,anddouble-lock,andsecurewithtapeandsealing-wax,alltheavenuesofthedélinquant
delinquentvessel.Insteadofareprimandfortheir
antérieure
previousnegligence,thecaseseemedrathertoexiger
requireaneulogiumontheirpraiseworthyprudence
caution,afterthemischiefhadhappened;agrateful
reconnaissance
recognitionofthepromptitudeoftheirzeal,themomentthattherewasnolongeranyremède
remedy.Unlesspeoplearemorethan
généralement
commonlydisagreeable,itismyfoolishhabitude
habittocontractakindnessforthem.Thebetterpartofmycompanion’scharacter,ifithaveabetterpart,isthatwhichusuallycomesuppermostinmy
égard
regard,andformsthetypewherebyIrecognizetheman.AsmostoftheseoldCustom-Houseofficershadgoodtraits,andasmypositioninreferencetothem,beingpaternalandprotective,was
favorable
favorabletothegrowthoffriendlysentiments,Isoongrewtolikethemall.Itwas
agréable
pleasant,inthesummerforenoons,—whentheferventheat,thatalmostliquefiedtherestofthehumanfamily,merelycommuniquait
communicatedagenialwarmthtotheirhalf-torpidsystems,—itwasagréable
pleasanttohearthemchattinginthebackentry,arowofthemalltippedagainstthewall,asusual;whilethefrozenwitticismsofpastgenerationswerethawedout,andcamebubblingwithlaughterfromtheirlips.
Externally,thejollityof
âgés
agedmenhasmuchincommonwiththemirthofchildren;theintellect,anymorethanadeepsenseofhumor,haslittletodowiththematter;
itis,withboth,agleamthatplaysuponthesurface,andimpartsa
ensoleillé
sunnyandcheeryaspectaliketothegreenbranche
branch,andgray,moulderingtrunk.Inonecase,however,itisreal
soleil
sunshine;intheother,itmore
ressemble
resemblesthephosphorescentglowofdecayingwood.Itwouldbesad
injustice
injustice,thereadermustunderstand,toreprésenter
representallmyexcellentoldfriendsasintheirdotage.Inthefirstplace,mycoadjutorswerenotinvariablyold;
thereweremenamongthemintheirstrengthandprime,ofmarkedabilityandenergy,and
tout à fait
altogethersuperiortothesluggishanddépendant
dependentmodeoflifeonwhichtheirevilstarshadcastthem.Then,moreover,thewhitelocksofageweresometimesfoundtobethethatchofan
intellectuel
intellectualtenementingoodrepair.But,asrespectsthe
majorité
majorityofmycorpsofveterans,therewillbenowrongdone,ifIcharacterizethemgénéralement
generallyasasetofwearisomeoldsouls,whohadgatherednothingworthpreservationfromtheirvariedexperienceoflife.Theyseemedtohaveflungawayallthegolden
grain
grainofpracticalwisdom,whichtheyhadenjoyedsomanyopportunitiesofrécolte
harvesting,andmostcarefullytohavestoredtheirmemorieswiththehusks.Theyspokewithfarmoreinterestandunctionoftheirmorning’sbreakfast,oryesterday’s,to-day’s,orto-morrow’sdinner,thanoftheshipwreckoffortyorfiftyyearsago,andalltheworld’swonderswhichtheyhadwitnessedwiththeiryouthfuleyes.
ThefatheroftheCustom-House—thepatriarch,notonlyofthislittle
équipe
squadofofficials,but,Iamboldtosay,oftherespectable
respectablebodyoftide-waitersallovertheUnitedStates—wasacertainpermanent
permanentInspector.Hemighttrulybetermeda
légitime
legitimatesonoftherevenuesystem,teint
dyedinthewool,or,rather,borninthepourpre
purple;sincehissire,a
Révolutionnaire
Revolutionarycolonel,andformerlycollectoroftheport
port,hadcreatedanofficeforhim,andnommé
appointedhimtofillit,ataperiodoftheearlyageswhichfewlivingmencannowremember.ThisInspector,whenIfirstknewhim,wasamanoffourscoreyears,orthereabouts,andcertainlyoneofthemostwonderfulspecimensofwinter-greenthatyouwouldbelikelyto
découvrir
discoverinalifetime’ssearch.Withhisflorid
joue
cheek,hiscompactfigure,smartlyarrayedinabright-buttonedbluecoat,hisbriskandvigorousstep,andhishaleandheartyaspect,tout à fait
altogetherheseemed—notyoung,indeed—butakindofnewcontrivanceofMotherNatureintheshapeofman,whomageandinfirmityhadnobusinesstotouch.Hisvoiceandlaugh,whichperpetuallyre-echoedthroughtheCustom-House,hadnothingofthetremulousquaverandcackleofanoldman’sutterance;
theycamestruttingoutofhislungs,likethecrowofacock,ortheblastofaclarion.
Lookingathimmerelyasananimal,—andtherewasverylittleelsetolookat,—hewasamost
satisfaisant
satisfactoryobject,fromthethoroughhealthfulnessandwholesomenessofhissystem,andhiscapacité
capacity,atthatextremeage,toenjoyall,ornearlyall,thedelightswhichhehadeveraimedat,orconçus
conceivedof.ThecarelesssecurityofhislifeintheCustom-House,onaregular
revenu
income,andwithbutslightandinfrequentapprehensionsofremoval,hadnodoubtcontribué
contributedtomaketimepasslégèrement
lightlyoverhim.Theoriginalandmorepotentcauses,however,layintherare
perfection
perfectionofhisanimalnature,themodérée
moderateproportionofintellect,andtheverytriflingadmixtureofmoralandspiritualingredients;theselatterqualities,indeed,beinginbarelyenoughmeasuretokeeptheoldgentlemanfromwalkingonall-fours.
He
possédait
possessednopowerofthought,noprofondeur
depthoffeeling,notroublesomesensibilities;nothing,inshort,butafewcommonplaceinstincts,which,aidedbythecheerfultemperthatgrew
inévitablement
inevitablyoutofhisphysicalwell-being,diddutyveryrespectably,andtogeneralacceptance,inlieuofaheart.Hehadbeenthehusbandofthreewives,alllongsincedead;
thefatheroftwentychildren,mostofwhom,ateveryageofchildhoodormaturity,had
également
likewisereturnedtodust.Here,onewouldsuppose,mighthavebeen
chagrin
sorrowenoughtoimbuethesunniestdisposition
disposition,throughandthrough,withasabletinge.NotsowithouroldInspector!
One
bref
briefsighsufficedtocarryofftheentirefardeau
burdenofthesedismalreminiscences.Thenextmoment,hewasasreadyforsportasanyunbreeched
bébé
infant;farreadierthantheCollector’sjunior
greffier
clerk,who,atnineteenyears,wasmuchtheelderandgravermanofthetwo.Iusedtowatchandstudythispatriarchalpersonagewith,Ithink,livelier
curiosité
curiosity,thananyotherformofhumanitytherepresentedtomynotice.Hewas,intruth,arare
phénomène
phenomenon;soperfect,inonepointofview;
soshallow,sodelusive,soimpalpable,suchan
absolue
absolutenonentity,ineveryother.My
conclusion
conclusionwasthathehadnosoul,noheart,nomind;