THECUSTOM-HOUSE.
INTRODUCTORYTO“THESCARLETLETTER.”
tis
en
alittleremarkable,that—thoughdisinclinedtotala
talkovermuchofmyselfandmyaffairsatdet
thefireside,andtomypersonalfriends—anautobiographicalimpulseshouldtwiceinmyliv
lifehavetakenpossessionofmig
me,inaddressingthepublic.Den
Thefirsttimewasthreeeller
orfouryearssince,whenIfavoredden
thereader—inexcusably,andfornoearthlyanledning
reason,thateithertheindulgentreadereller
ortheintrusiveauthorcouldimagine—withadescriptionofmysätt
wayoflifeinthedeepquietudeofanGammal
OldManse.Andnow—because,beyondmydeserts,Iwas
lycklig
happyenoughtofindalistenereller
ortwoontheformeroccasion—Iigen
againseizethepublicbydet
thebutton,andtalkofmythreeyears’experienceinaCustom-House.Den
Theexampleofthefamous“P.P.,Clerkofdenna
thisParish,”wasnevermorefaithfullyfollowed.The
sanningen
truthseemstobe,however,that,när
whenhecastshisleavesforthuponthewind,theauthoraddresses,notthemånga
manywhowillflingasidehisvolume,eller
ornevertakeitup,utan
butthefewwhowillförstå
understandhim,betterthanmostofhisschoolmateseller
orlifemates.Someauthors,indeed,
gör
dofarmorethanthis,och
andindulgethemselvesinsuchconfidentialdepthsofrevelationaskunde
couldfittinglybeaddressed,onlyoch
andexclusively,totheonehjärtat
heartandmindofperfectsympathy;asiftheprinted
boken
book,thrownatlargeonthewidevärlden
world,werecertaintofindut
outthedividedsegmentofthewriter’segen
ownnature,andcompletehiscircleofexistencebyföra
bringinghimintocommunionwithit.Itisscarcelydecorous,however,to
tala
speakall,evenwherewetala
speakimpersonally.But,asthoughtsarefrozen
och
andutterancebenumbed,unlessthespeakerstår
standinsometruerelationmed
withhisaudience,itmaybepardonabletoimaginethaten
afriend,akindandapprehensive,thoughnottheclosestvän
friend,islisteningtoourtalk;och
andthen,anativereservebeingthawedbydetta
thisgenialconsciousness,wemayprateofthecircumstancessom
thatliearoundus,andevenofourself,men
butstillkeeptheinmostMebakom
behinditsveil.Tothisextent,
och
andwithintheselimits,anauthor,methinks,kan
maybeautobiographical,withoutviolatingeitherthereader’srightseller
orhisown.Itwillbe
finns
seen,likewise,thatthisCustom-Housesketchhar
hasacertainpropriety,ofen
akindalwaysrecognizedinliterature,asexplaininghur
howalargeportionofthefollowingpagescameintomypossession,och
andasofferingproofsoftheauthenticityofen
anarrativethereincontained.This,infact,—adesireto
sätta
putmyselfinmytruepositionaseditor,eller
orverylittlemore,ofden
themostprolixamongthetalesthatmakeupmyvolume,—this,och
andnoother,ismysanna
truereasonforassumingapersonalrelationmed
withthepublic.Inaccomplishingthemainpurpose,it
har
hasappearedallowable,byafewextrarör
touches,togiveafaintrepresentationofamodeoflifenotheretoforedescribed,tillsammans
togetherwithsomeofthecharactersthatmoveinit,amongwhomtheauthorhappenedtogöra
makeone.InmynativetownofSalem,at
den
theheadofwhat,halfacenturysedan
ago,inthedaysofgamla
oldKingDerby,wasabustlingwharf,—butsom
whichisnowburdenedwithdecayedwoodenwarehouses,och
andexhibitsfewornosymptomsofcommercialliv
life;except,perhaps,abark
eller
orbrig,half-waydownitsmelancholylength,discharginghides;eller
or,nearerathand,aNovaScotiaschooner,pitchingut
outhercargooffirewood,—atthehead,Isäger
say,ofthisdilapidatedwharf,som
whichthetideoftenoverflows,och
andalongwhich,atthebaseoch
andintherearoftherowofbuildings,thetrackofmånga
manylanguidyearsisseeninen
aborderofunthriftygrass,—here,med
withaviewfromitsfrämre
frontwindowsadownthisnotveryenliveningprospect,och
andthenceacrosstheharbor,står
standsaspaciousedificeofbrick.From
den
theloftiestpointofitsroof,duringpreciselytre
threeandahalfhoursofvarje
eachforenoon,floatsordroops,inbreezeeller
orcalm,thebannerofden
therepublic;butwiththethirteenstripes
vända
turnedvertically,insteadofhorizontally,och
andthusindicatingthatacivil,och
andnotamilitarypostofFarbror
UncleSam’sgovernmentishereestablished.Itsfrontisornamented
med
withaporticoofhalfadozenwoodenpillars,supportingabalcony,beneathsom
whichaflightofwidegranitestepsdescendstowardsthegatan
street.Overtheentrancehoversanenormousspecimenof
den
theAmericaneagle,withoutspreadwings,ashieldbeforeherbreast,och
and,ifIrecollectaright,abunchofintermingledthunderboltsoch
andbarbedarrowsineachclaw.Med
Withthecustomaryinfirmityoftemperthatcharacterizesdenna
thisunhappyfowl,sheappears,byden
thefiercenessofherbeakoch
andeye,andthegeneraltruculencyofherattitude,tothreatenmischieftoden
theinoffensivecommunity;andespeciallytowarn
alla
allcitizens,carefuloftheirsafety,mot
againstintrudingonthepremisessom
whichsheovershadowswithherwings.Nevertheless,vixenlyasshe
ser
looks,manypeopleareseeking,atthisveryjust nu
moment,toshelterthemselvesunderden
thewingofthefederaleagle;imagining,Ipresume,
att
thatherbosomhasallden
thesoftnessandsnugnessofen
aneider-downpillow.Butshe
har
hasnogreattenderness,eveninherbästa
bestofmoods,and,soonereller
orlater,—oftenersoonthanlate,—isapttoflingoffhernestlings,med
withascratchofherclaw,adabofherbeak,eller
oraranklingwoundfromherbarbedarrows.Thepavementroundabouttheabove-describededifice—whichwe
kan
mayaswellnameatonceastheCustom-Houseoftheport—hasgrasstillräckligt
enoughgrowinginitschinkstovisa
showthatithasnot,oflatedays,beenwornbynågon
anymultitudinousresortofbusiness.In
vissa
somemonthsoftheyear,however,thereoftenchancesen
aforenoonwhenaffairsmoveonwardmed
withaliveliertread.Suchoccasions
kan
mightremindtheelderlycitizenofthatperiodföre
beforethelastwarwithEngland,när
whenSalemwasaportbyitself;notscorned,assheis
nu
now,byherownmerchantsoch
andship-owners,whopermitherwharvestocrumbletoruin,medan
whiletheirventuresgotoswell,needlesslyoch
andimperceptibly,themightyfloodofcommerceatNewYorkeller
orBoston.Onsomesuch
morgon
morning,whenthreeorfourvesselshappentoha
havearrivedatonce,—usuallyfromAfricaeller
orSouthAmerica,—ortobeonde
thevergeoftheirdeparturethitherward,thereisaljud
soundoffrequentfeet,passingbrisklyupp
upanddownthegranitesteps.Här
Here,beforehisownwifehar
hasgreetedhim,youmaygreetden
thesea-flushedshipmaster,justinport,med
withhisvessel’spapersunderhisarm,inen
atarnishedtinbox.Here,too,
kommer
comeshisowner,cheerfulorsombre,graciouseller
orinthesulks,accordinglyashisschemeofden
thenowaccomplishedvoyagehasbeenrealizedinmerchandisethatkommer
willreadilybeturnedtogold,eller
orhasburiedhimunderen
abulkofincommodities,suchasingen
nobodywillcaretoridhimav
of.Here,likewise,—thegermof
den
thewrinkle-browed,grizzly-bearded,care-wornmerchant,—wehar
havethesmartyoungclerk,whofår
getsthetasteoftrafficasen
awolf-cubdoesofblood,och
andalreadysendsadventuresinhismaster’sships,när
whenhehadbetterbesailingmimic-boatsuponen
amill-pond.Anotherfigurein
den
thesceneistheoutward-boundsailorinquestofen
aprotection;ortherecentlyarrivedone,pale
och
andfeeble,seekingapassporttoden
thehospital.Normustwe
glömma
forgetthecaptainsoftherustysmå
littleschoonersthatbringfirewoodfromde
theBritishprovinces;arough-looking
uppsättning
setoftarpaulins,withoutthealertnessoftheYankeeaspect,butcontributinganitemofingen
noslightimportancetoourdecayingtrade.Cluster
alla
alltheseindividualstogether,astheyibland
sometimeswere,withothermiscellaneousonestodiversifythegroup,och
and,forthetimebeing,itgjorde
madetheCustom-Houseastirringscene.Morefrequently,however,onascendingthesteps,youwoulddiscern—intheentry,ifitweresummertime,
eller
orintheirappropriaterooms,ifwintryeller
orinclementweather—arowofvenerablefigures,satt
sittinginold-fashionedchairs,whichweretippedontheirhindlegsbackmot
againstthewall.Oftentimestheywereasleep,
men
butoccasionallymightbeheardtala
talkingtogether,invoicesbetweenspeechoch
andasnore,andwiththatlackofenergythatdistinguishestheoccupantsofalmshouses,och
andallotherhumanbeingswhodependforsubsistenceoncharity,onmonopolizedlabor,eller
oranythingelse,buttheiregna
ownindependentexertions.Theseoldgentlemen—seated,
som
likeMatthew,atthereceiptofcustoms,men
butnotveryliabletobesummonedthence,som
likehim,forapostolicerrands—wereCustom-Houseofficers.Furthermore,onthelefthandasyouenterthefrontdoor,isacertain
rum
roomoroffice,aboutfifteenfeetsquare,och
andofaloftyheight;med
withtwoofitsarchedwindowscommandingen
aviewoftheaforesaiddilapidatedwharf,och
andthethirdlookingacrossen
anarrowlane,andalongen
aportionofDerbyStreet.Alla
Allthreegiveglimpsesoftheshopsofgrocers,block-makers,slop-sellers,och
andship-chandlers;aroundthedoorsofwhicharegenerallytobe
se
seen,laughingandgossiping,clustersofgamla
oldsalts,andsuchotherwharf-ratsashaunttheWappingofen
aseaport.Theroomitselfiscobwebbed,
och
anddingywitholdpaint;itsfloorisstrewn
med
withgraysand,inafashionsom
thathaselsewherefallenintolång
longdisuse;anditis
lätt
easytoconclude,fromthegeneralslovenlinessoftheplace,thatdetta
thisisasanctuaryintowhichwomankind,med
withhertoolsofmagic,thebroomoch
andmop,hasveryinfrequentaccess.Inthewayoffurniture,thereis
en
astovewithavoluminousfunnel;anoldpinedesk,
med
withathree-leggedstoolbesidedet
it;twoorthreewooden-bottomchairs,exceedinglydecrepit
och
andinfirm;and—nottoforgetthelibrary—on
några
someshelves,ascoreortvå
twoofvolumesoftheActsofCongress,och
andabulkyDigestoftheRevenueLaws.Ett
Atinpipeascendsthroughtheceiling,och
andformsamediumofvocalcommunicationmed
withotherpartsoftheedifice.Och
Andhere,somesixmonthsago,—pacingfromcornertocorner,eller
orloungingonthelong-leggedstool,med
withhiselbowonthedesk,och
andhiseyeswanderingupoch
anddownthecolumnsofden
themorningnewspaper,—youmighthaverecognized,honoredreader,den
thesameindividualwhowelcomedyouintohischeerylilla
littlestudy,wherethesunshineglimmeredsopleasantlygenom
throughthewillowbranches,onden
thewesternsideoftheOldManse.Men
Butnow,shouldyougothithertoseekhonom
him,youwouldinquireinvainfortheLocofocoSurveyor.Thebesomofreform
har
hasswepthimoutofoffice;och
andaworthiersuccessorwearshisdignity,och
andpocketshisemoluments.This
gamla
oldtownofSalem—mynativeplace,thoughIhar
havedweltmuchawayfromit,både
bothinboyhoodandmatureryears—possesses,eller
ordidpossess,aholdonmyaffections,theforceofwhichIhar
haveneverrealizedduringmyseasonsofactualresidencehere.Indeed,sofarasitsphysicalaspectisconcerned,
med
withitsflat,unvariedsurface,coveredchieflymed
withwoodenhouses,fewornoneofwhichpretendtoarchitecturalbeauty,—itsirregularity,whichisneitherpicturesquenorquaint,utan
butonlytame,—itslongandlazygata
street,loungingwearisomelythroughthehela
wholeextentofthepeninsula,med
withGallowsHillandNewGuineaatoneänden
end,andaviewofthealmshouseattheother,—suchbeingthefeaturesofmynativetown,itwouldbequiteasreasonabletoformasentimentalattachmenttoadisarrangedchecker-board.Och
Andyet,thoughinvariablyhappiestelsewhere,det
thereiswithinmeafeelingforgamla
oldSalem,which,inlackofen
abetterphrase,Imustbecontenttokalla
callaffection.Thesentimentis
förmodligen
probablyassignabletothedeepoch
andagedrootswhichmyfamilj
familyhasstruckintothesoil.Itis
nu
nownearlytwocenturiesandaquartersedan
sincetheoriginalBriton,theearliestemigrantofmynamn
name,madehisappearanceinthewildoch
andforest-borderedsettlement,whichhassedan
sincebecomeacity.And
här
herehisdescendantshavebeenbornoch
anddied,andhavemingledtheirearthysubstancemed
withthesoil;untilnosmallportionofit
måste
mustnecessarilybeakintothemortalframewherewith,forett
alittlewhile,Iwalkthestreets.Inpart,therefore,
den
theattachmentwhichIspeakofisden
themeresensuoussympathyofdustfordust.Få
Fewofmycountrymencanveta
knowwhatitis;nor,asfrequenttransplantationis
kanske
perhapsbetterforthestock,behöver
needtheyconsideritdesirabletoveta
know.Butthesentimenthaslikewiseitsmoralquality.
Den
Thefigureofthatfirstancestor,investedbyfamilytraditionwithen
adimandduskygrandeur,waspresenttomyboyishimagination,aslångt
farbackasIcanminnas
remember.Itstillhauntsme,
och
andinducesasortofhome-feelingmed
withthepast,whichIscarcelyclaiminreferencetothepresentphaseofthestaden
town.Iseemtohaveastrongerclaimtoaresidencehereonaccountofthisgrave,bearded,sable-cloaked
och
andsteeple-crownedprogenitor,—whocamesoearly,med
withhisBibleandhissword,och
andtrodetheunwornstreetmed
withsuchastatelyport,och
andmadesolargeafigure,asaman
manofwarandpeace,—astrongerclaimän
thanformyself,whosenameisseldomhört
heardandmyfacehardlykänt
known.Hewasasoldier,legislator,judge;
hewas
en
arulerintheChurch;he
hade
hadallthePuritanictraits,både
bothgoodandevil.Hewaslikewiseabitterpersecutor,aswitnesstheQuakers,who
har
haverememberedhimintheirhistories,och
andrelateanincidentofhishårda
hardseveritytowardsawomanoftheirsect,whichwilllastlonger,itistobefeared,än
thananyrecordofhisbättre
betterdeeds,althoughtheseweremånga
many.Hisson,too,inherited
den
thepersecutingspirit,andmadehimselfsoconspicuousinden
themartyrdomofthewitches,thattheirblod
bloodmayfairlybesaidtoha
haveleftastainuponhonom
him.Sodeepastain,indeed,thathis
gamla
olddrybones,intheCharterStreet
Streetburial-ground,muststillretainit,om
iftheyhavenotcrumbledutterlytodust!I
vet
knownotwhethertheseancestorsofminebethoughtthemselvestorepent,och
andaskpardonofHeavenfortheircruelties;eller
orwhethertheyarenowgroaningunder
undertheheavyconsequencesofdem
them,inanotherstateofbeing.Atallevents,
Jag
I,thepresentwriter,astheirrepresentative,herebyta
takeshameuponmyselffortheirsakes,och
andpraythatanycurseincurredbythem—asIhar
haveheard,andasthedrearyoch
andunprosperousconditionoftherace,formånga
manyalongyearback,wouldarguetoexist—maybenu
nowandhenceforthremoved.Doubtless,however,eitherof
dessa
thesesternandblack-browedPuritanswouldha
havethoughtitquiteasufficientretributionforhissins,that,efter
aftersolongalapseofyears,thegamla
oldtrunkofthefamilytree,med
withsomuchvenerablemossuponit,shouldha
haveborne,asitstopmostbough,anidlerlikemyself.Noaim,thatI
har
haveevercherished,wouldtheyrecognizeaslaudable;nosuccessofmine—ifmy
liv
life,beyonditsdomesticscope,hade
hadeverbeenbrightenedbysuccess—wouldtheydeemotherwiseän
thanworthless,ifnotpositivelydisgraceful.“Whatishe?”
murmurs
en
onegrayshadowofmyforefatherstoden
theother.“Awriterofstory-books!
What
typ
kindofabusinessinlife—whatmodeofglorifyingGud
God,orbeingserviceabletomankindinhisdag
dayandgeneration—maythatbe?Why,
den
thedegeneratefellowmightaswellha
havebeenafiddler!”Suchare
de
thecomplimentsbandiedbetweenmygreat-grandsiresoch
andmyself,acrossthegulfoftime!Och
Andyet,letthemscornmeastheyvill
will,strongtraitsoftheirnaturehar
haveintertwinedthemselveswithmine.Planteddeep,inthetown’searliestinfancy
och
andchildhood,bythesetwoearnestoch
andenergeticmen,theracehar
haseversincesubsistedhere;alltid
always,too,inrespectability;never,so
långt
farasIhaveknown,disgracedbyen
asingleunworthymember;butseldom
eller
ornever,ontheothersidan
hand,afterthefirsttwogenerations,performingnågon
anymemorabledeed,orsomycket
muchasputtingforwardaclaimtopublicnotice.Gradually,they
har
havesunkalmostoutofsight;as
gamla
oldhouses,hereandthereaboutthestreets,getcoveredhalf-waytotheeavesbytheaccumulationofny
newsoil.Fromfatherto
son
son,foraboveahundredyears,theyföljde
followedthesea;agray-headedshipmaster,in
varje
eachgeneration,retiringfromthequarter-decktoden
thehomestead,whileaboyoffourteentog
tookthehereditaryplacebeforeden
themast,confrontingthesaltsprayoch
andthegale,whichhadblusteredmot
againsthissireandgrandsire.Den
Theboy,also,induetid
time,passedfromtheforecastletoden
thecabin,spentatempestuousmanhood,och
andreturnedfromhisworld-wanderings,togrowgammal
old,anddie,andminglehisdustmed
withthenatalearth.Thislongconnectionofa
familj
familywithonespot,asitsplaceofbirthoch
andburial,createsakindredmellan
betweenthehumanbeingandthelocality,helt
quiteindependentofanycharminthesceneryeller
ormoralcircumstancesthatsurroundhonom
him.Itisnotlove,
utan
butinstinct.Thenewinhabitant—who
kom
camehimselffromaforeignland,eller
orwhosefatherorgrandfathercame—haslite
littleclaimtobecalledaSalemite;he
har
hasnoconceptionoftheoyster-liketenacitymed
withwhichanoldsettler,över
overwhomhisthirdcenturyiscreeping,clingstoden
thespotwherehissuccessivegenerationshar
havebeenimbedded.Itis
ingen
nomatterthattheplaceisjoylessforhonom
him;thatheiswearyofthe
gamla
oldwoodenhouses,themudoch
anddust,thedeadlevelofsiteoch
andsentiment,thechilleastwind,och
andthechillestofsocialatmospheres;—alldessa
these,andwhateverfaultsbesideshekan
mayseeorimagine,areingenting
nothingtothepurpose.Thespellsurvives,
och
andjustaspowerfullyasom
ifthenatalspotwereett
anearthlyparadise.Sohasitbeeninmy
fall
case.Ifeltitalmostas
ett
adestinytomakeSalemmyhem
home;sothatthemouldoffeatures
och
andcastofcharacterwhichhade
hadallalongbeenfamiliarhere,—ever,asen
onerepresentativeoftheracelåg
laydowninhisgrave,anotherassuming,asitwere,hissentry-marchlängs
alongthemainstreet,—mightstillinmylilla
littledaybeseenandrecognizedinthegamla
oldtown.Nevertheless,thisverysentimentisanevidencethattheconnection,which
har
hasbecomeanunhealthyone,bör
shouldatlastbesevered.Humannature
kommer
willnotflourish,anymoreän
thanapotato,ifitbeplantedoch
andreplanted,fortoolongen
aseriesofgenerations,inthesamma
sameworn-outsoil.Mychildren
har
havehadotherbirthplaces,and,solångt
farastheirfortunesmaybewithinmykontroll
control,shallstriketheirrootsintounaccustomedjord
earth.OnemergingfromtheOldManse,itwaschiefly
denna
thisstrange,indolent,unjoyousattachmentformynativetown,thatbroughtmetofillen
aplaceinUncleSam’sbrickedifice,när
whenImightaswell,eller
orbetter,havegonesomewhereelse.Mydoomwason
mig
me.Itwasnotthe
första
firsttime,northesecond,thatIhade
hadgoneaway,—asitseemed,permanently,—butyetåtervände
returned,likethebadhalf-penny;eller
orasifSalemwereformedet
theinevitablecentreoftheuniverse.So,
en
onefinemorning,Iascendedde
theflightofgranitesteps,med
withthePresident’scommissioninmypocket,och
andwasintroducedtothecorpsofgentlemenwhoweretoaidmeinmyweightyresponsibility,aschiefexecutiveofficerofde
theCustom-House.Idoubtgreatly—or,rather,Idonotdoubtatall—whether
någon
anypublicfunctionaryoftheUnitedStates,antingen
eitherinthecivilormilitarylinje
line,haseverhadsuchen
apatriarchalbodyofveteransunder
underhisordersasmyself.Den
ThewhereaboutsoftheOldestInhabitantwasatoncesettled,whenItittade
lookedatthem.Forupwardsoftwentyyears
före
beforethisepoch,theindependentpositionofden
theCollectorhadkepttheSalemCustom-Houseoutofden
thewhirlpoolofpoliticalvicissitude,vilket
whichmakesthetenureofofficegenerallysofragile.En
Asoldier,—NewEngland’smostdistinguishedsoldier,—hestod
stoodfirmlyonthepedestalofhisgallantservices;och
and,himselfsecureinthewiseliberalityofthesuccessiveadministrationsgenom
throughwhichhehadheldoffice,hehade
hadbeenthesafetyofhissubordinatesinmånga
manyanhourofdangeroch
andheart-quake.GeneralMillerwasradicallyconservative;
en
amanoverwhosekindlynaturehabithade
hadnoslightinfluence;attachinghimselfstronglytofamiliarfaces,
och
andwithdifficultymovedtoändra
change,evenwhenchangemighthade
havebroughtunquestionableimprovement.Thus,on
tog
takingchargeofmydepartment,Ihittade
foundfewbutagedmen.Theywereancientsea-captains,forthemostpart,
som
who,afterbeingtostonvar
everysea,andstandingupsturdilymot
againstlife’stempestuousblasts,hadfinallydriftedintodenna
thisquietnook;where,with
lite
littletodisturbthem,excepttheperiodicalterrorsofaPresidentialelection,theyoneoch
andallacquiredanewleaseofexistence.Thoughbynomeanslessliable
än
thantheirfellow-mentoageoch
andinfirmity,theyhadevidentlysometalismaneller
orotherthatkeptdeathatbay.Två
Twoorthreeoftheirantal
number,asIwasassured,beinggoutyoch
andrheumatic,orperhapsbedridden,aldrig
neverdreamedofmakingtheirappearanceattheCustom-House,duringen
alargepartoftheåret
year;but,afteratorpidwinter,wouldcreep
ut
outintothewarmsunshineofMaj
MayorJune,golazilyom
aboutwhattheytermedduty,och
and,attheirownleisureoch
andconvenience,betakethemselvestosängs
bedagain.Imustpleadguiltyto
den
thechargeofabbreviatingtheofficialbreathofmer
morethanoneofthesevenerableservantsofden
therepublic.Theywereallowed,onmyrepresentation,to
vila
restfromtheirarduouslabors,och
andsoonafterwards—asiftheirsoleprincipleoflifehade
hadbeenzealfortheircountry’sservice,asIverilytror
believeitwas—withdrewtoabättre
betterworld.Itisapiousconsolationto
mig
me,that,throughmyinterference,asufficientspacewasallowedthemforrepentanceoftheeviloch
andcorruptpracticesintowhich,asamatterofcourse,varje
everyCustom-Houseofficermustbesupposedtofalla
fall.Neitherthefrontnor
den
thebackentranceoftheCustom-Houseopensonden
theroadtoParadise.Thegreater
delen
partofmyofficerswereWhigs.Itwas
bra
wellfortheirvenerablebrotherhoodthatthenya
newSurveyorwasnotapolitician,och
andthoughafaithfulDemocratinprinciple,neitherreceivednorhöll
heldhisofficewithanyreferencetopoliticalservices.Haditbeenotherwise,—hadanactivepoliticianbeen
satt
putintothisinfluentialpost,toassumetheeasytaskofgöra
makingheadagainstaWhigCollector,whoseinfirmitieswithheldhimfromthepersonaladministrationofhisoffice,—hardlyaman
manoftheoldcorpskommit
wouldhavedrawnthebreathofofficialliv
life,withinamonthaftertheexterminatingangelhadkommit
comeuptheCustom-Housesteps.Accordingtothereceivedcodeinsuchmatters,itwould
ha
havebeennothingshortofduty,inapolitician,toföra
bringeveryoneofthosevita
whiteheadsundertheaxeoftheguillotine.Itwasplain
nog
enoughtodiscern,thatthegamla
oldfellowsdreadedsomesuchdiscourtesyatmyhands.Itpained,
och
andatthesametimeamusedmig
me,tobeholdtheterrorsthatattendedmyadvent;to
se
seeafurrowedcheek,weather-beatenbyhalvt
halfacenturyofstorm,vända
turnashypaleattheglanceofsoharmlessanindividualasmyself;todetect,asone
eller
oranotheraddressedme,thetremorofavoice,which,inlong-pastdays,hade
hadbeenwonttobellowgenom
throughaspeaking-trumpet,hoarselyenoughtofrightenBoreashimselftosilence.They
visste
knew,theseexcellentoldpersons,that,byalla
allestablishedrule,—and,asregardedvissa
someofthem,weighedbytheiregen
ownlackofefficiencyforbusiness,—theyoughttoha
havegivenplacetoyoungermen,mer
moreorthodoxinpolitics,andaltogetherfitterän
thanthemselvestoserveourcommonFarbror
Uncle.Iknewittoo,
men
butcouldneverquitefindinmyhjärta
hearttoactupontheknowledge.Mycket
Muchanddeservedlytomyegen
owndiscredit,therefore,andconsiderablytothedetrimentofmyofficialconscience,theycontinued,duringmyincumbency,tocreepom
aboutthewharves,andloiterupp
upanddowntheCustom-Housesteps.Theyspent
en
agooddealoftime,också
also,asleepintheiraccustomedcorners,med
withtheirchairstiltedbackmot
againstthewall;awaking,however,once
eller
ortwiceinaforenoon,toboreoneanothermed
withtheseveralthousandthrepetitionofgamla
oldsea-stories,andmouldyjokes,thathade
hadgrowntobepasswordsoch
andcountersignsamongthem.Thediscoverywas
snart
soonmade,Iimagine,thatden
thenewSurveyorhadnostor
greatharminhim.So,
med
withlightsomehearts,andthehappyconsciousnessofbeingusefullyemployed,—intheireget
ownbehalf,atleast,ifnotforourbelovedcountry,—thesegoda
goodoldgentlemenwentthroughthevariousformalitiesofoffice.Sagaciously,
under
undertheirspectacles,didtheypeepintotheholdsofvessels!Mightywastheirfuss
om
aboutlittlematters,andmarvellous,ibland
sometimes,theobtusenessthatallowedgreateronestoslipmellan
betweentheirfingers!Wheneversuch
en
amischanceoccurred,—whenawagon-loadofvaluablemerchandisehade
hadbeensmuggledashore,atnoonday,kanske
perhaps,anddirectlybeneaththeirunsuspiciousnoses,—nothingkunde
couldexceedthevigilanceandalacritymed
withwhichtheyproceededtolock,och
anddouble-lock,andsecurewithtapeoch
andsealing-wax,alltheavenuesofthedelinquentvessel.Insteadofareprimandfortheirpreviousnegligence,thecaseseemedrathertorequireaneulogiumontheirpraiseworthycaution,
efter
afterthemischiefhadhappened;ett
agratefulrecognitionofthepromptitudeoftheirzeal,theögonblick
momentthattherewasnolongernågot
anyremedy.Unlesspeopleare
mer
morethancommonlydisagreeable,itismyfoolishhabittocontractakindnessfordem
them.Thebetterpartofmycompanion’scharacter,
om
ifithaveabetterpart,isthatwhichusuallykommer
comesuppermostinmyregard,och
andformsthetypewherebyIrecognizethemannen
man.Asmostofthese
gamla
oldCustom-Houseofficershadgoodtraits,och
andasmypositioninreferencetodem
them,beingpaternalandprotective,wasfavorabletode
thegrowthoffriendlysentiments,Isnart
soongrewtolikethemalla
all.Itwaspleasant,inthesummerforenoons,—whentheferventheat,that
nästan
almostliquefiedtherestofthemänskliga
humanfamily,merelycommunicatedagenialwarmthtotheirhalf-torpidsystems,—itwaspleasanttohöra
hearthemchattinginthebackentry,en
arowofthemalltippedmot
againstthewall,asusual;medan
whilethefrozenwitticismsofförflutna
pastgenerationswerethawedout,och
andcamebubblingwithlaughterfromtheirlips.Externally,
de
thejollityofagedmenhar
hasmuchincommonwithde
themirthofchildren;theintellect,any
mer
morethanadeepsenseofhumor,har
haslittletodowiththematter;it
är
is,withboth,agleamsom
thatplaysuponthesurface,och
andimpartsasunnyandcheeryaspectaliketothegreenbranch,och
andgray,moulderingtrunk.In
ett
onecase,however,itisrealsunshine;inthe
andra
other,itmoreresemblesthephosphorescentglowofdecayingwood.Itwouldbesadinjustice,thereader
måste
mustunderstand,torepresentallmyexcellentgamla
oldfriendsasintheirdotage.In
det
thefirstplace,mycoadjutorswerenotinvariablygamla
old;thereweremenamongthemintheirstrength
och
andprime,ofmarkedabilityoch
andenergy,andaltogethersuperiortothesluggishoch
anddependentmodeoflifeonsom
whichtheirevilstarshadcastdem
them.Then,moreover,thewhitelocksofagewere
ibland
sometimesfoundtobethethatchofen
anintellectualtenementingoodrepair.Men
But,asrespectsthemajorityofmycorpsofveterans,therekommer
willbenowrongdone,om
ifIcharacterizethemgenerallyasen
asetofwearisomeoldsouls,whohade
hadgatherednothingworthpreservationfromtheirvariedexperienceoflife.Theyseemedto
ha
haveflungawayallthegoldengrainofpracticalwisdom,som
whichtheyhadenjoyedsomånga
manyopportunitiesofharvesting,andmest
mostcarefullytohavestoredtheirmemoriesmed
withthehusks.Theyspoke
med
withfarmoreinterestandunctionoftheirmorning’sbreakfast,eller
oryesterday’s,to-day’s,orto-morrow’smiddag
dinner,thanoftheshipwreckoffortyeller
orfiftyyearsago,andalla
alltheworld’swonderswhichtheyhade
hadwitnessedwiththeiryouthfuleyes.Den
ThefatheroftheCustom-House—thepatriarch,notbara
onlyofthislittlesquadofofficials,men
but,Iamboldtosäga
say,oftherespectablebodyoftide-waitersallöver
overtheUnitedStates—wasacertainpermanentInspector.He
kan
mighttrulybetermedalegitimateson
sonoftherevenuesystem,dyedinthewool,eller
or,rather,borninthepurple;eftersom
sincehissire,aRevolutionarycolonel,och
andformerlycollectoroftheport,hade
hadcreatedanofficeforhonom
him,andappointedhimtofillit,ataperiodoftheearlyagessom
whichfewlivingmencannu
nowremember.ThisInspector,whenI
först
firstknewhim,wasamanoffourscoreyears,eller
orthereabouts,andcertainlyoneofde
themostwonderfulspecimensofwinter-greenthatyouwouldbelikelytodiscoverinalifetime’ssearch.Med
Withhisfloridcheek,hiscompactfigure,smartlyarrayedinabright-buttonedbluecoat,hisbriskoch
andvigorousstep,andhishaleoch
andheartyaspect,altogetherheseemed—notung
young,indeed—butakindofny
newcontrivanceofMotherNatureintheshapeofman
man,whomageandinfirmityhade
hadnobusinesstotouch.Hisvoice
och
andlaugh,whichperpetuallyre-echoedgenom
throughtheCustom-House,hadnothingofden
thetremulousquaverandcackleofen
anoldman’sutterance;they
kom
camestruttingoutofhislungs,som
likethecrowofacock,eller
ortheblastofaclarion.Titta
Lookingathimmerelyasananimal,—andtherewasmycket
verylittleelsetolookat,—hewasamostsatisfactoryobject,fromthethoroughhealthfulnessoch
andwholesomenessofhissystem,och
andhiscapacity,atthatextremeage,toenjoyalla
all,ornearlyall,thedelightswhichhehade
hadeveraimedat,orconceivedav
of.Thecarelesssecurityofhis
liv
lifeintheCustom-House,onen
aregularincome,andwithbutslightoch
andinfrequentapprehensionsofremoval,hade
hadnodoubtcontributedtogöra
maketimepasslightlyoverhonom
him.Theoriginalandmorepotentcauses,however,
låg
layintherareperfectionofhisanimalnature,themoderateproportionofintellect,och
andtheverytriflingadmixtureofmoraloch
andspiritualingredients;theselatterqualities,indeed,beinginbarelyenoughmeasuretokeeptheoldgentlemanfrom
gå
walkingonall-fours.Hepossessednopowerofthought,nodepthoffeeling,notroublesomesensibilities;
ingenting
nothing,inshort,butanågra
fewcommonplaceinstincts,which,aidedbyden
thecheerfultemperthatgrewinevitablyut
outofhisphysicalwell-being,gjorde
diddutyveryrespectably,andtogeneralacceptance,inlieuofett
aheart.Hehadbeenthe
make
husbandofthreewives,alllänge
longsincedead;thefatheroftwenty
barn
children,mostofwhom,atvarje
everyageofchildhoodormaturity,hade
hadlikewisereturnedtodust.Här
Here,onewouldsuppose,mightha
havebeensorrowenoughtoimbueden
thesunniestdisposition,throughandgenom
through,withasabletinge.Notso
med
withouroldInspector!Onebriefsighsufficedtocarryofftheentireburdenof
dessa
thesedismalreminiscences.Thenext
ögonblick
moment,hewasasreadyforsportasanyunbreechedinfant;farreadier
än
thantheCollector’sjuniorclerk,som
who,atnineteenyears,wasmycket
muchtheelderandgraverman
manofthetwo.I
brukade
usedtowatchandstudydenna
thispatriarchalpersonagewith,Itror
think,liveliercuriosity,thananyannan
otherformofhumanitytherepresentedtomynotice.Hewas,in
sanning
truth,ararephenomenon;so
perfekt
perfect,inonepointofview;soshallow,sodelusive,soimpalpable,
sådan
suchanabsolutenonentity,invarje
everyother.Myconclusionwas
att
thathehadnosoul,inte
noheart,nomind;