THECUSTOM-HOUSE.
INTRODUCTORYTO“THE
Scarlet
SCARLETLETTER.”tisalittleremarkable,that—thoughdisinclinedtotalkovermuchofmyselfandmyaffairsatthefireside,andtomypersonalfriends—anautobiographical
impuls
impulseshouldtwiceinmylifehavetakenbesittning
possessionofme,inaddressingthepublic.Thefirsttimewasthreeorfouryearssince,whenIfavoredthereader—inexcusably,andforno
jordisk
earthlyreason,thateithertheindulgentreaderortheintrusiveauthorcouldimagine—withabeskrivning
descriptionofmywayoflifeinthedeepquietudeofanOldManse.Andnow—because,beyondmydeserts,Iwashappyenoughtofinda
lyssnare
listenerortwoontheformeroccasion—Iagainseizethepublicbythebutton,andtalkofmythreeyears’experienceinaCustom-House.Theexampleofthefamous“P.P.,ClerkofthisParish,”wasnevermorefaithfullyfollowed.
Thetruthseemstobe,however,that,whenhecastshisleavesforthuponthewind,theauthoraddresses,notthemanywhowillflingasidehisvolume,ornevertakeitup,butthefewwhowillunderstandhim,betterthanmostofhisschoolmatesorlifemates.
Someauthors,indeed,dofarmorethanthis,and
hänger
indulgethemselvesinsuchconfidentialdepthsofuppenbarelse
revelationascouldfittinglybeaddressed,onlyandexclusively,totheoneheartandmindofperfectsympati
sympathy;asiftheprintedbook,thrownatlargeonthewideworld,werecertaintofindoutthedividedsegmentofthewriter’sownnature,andcompletehiscircleofexistencebybringinghiminto
gemenskap
communionwithit.Itis
knappast
scarcelydecorous,however,tospeakall,evenwherewespeakimpersonally.But,asthoughtsarefrozenandutterancebenumbed,unlessthespeakerstandinsometrue
relation
relationwithhisaudience,itmaybepardonabletoimaginethatafriend,akindandapprehensive,thoughnotthenärmaste
closestfriend,islisteningtoourtalk;andthen,anative
reserv
reservebeingthawedbythisgenialmedvetande
consciousness,wemayprateofthecircumstancesthatliearoundus,andevenofourself,butstillkeeptheinmostMebehinditsslöja
veil.Tothisextent,andwithintheselimits,an
författare
author,methinks,maybeautobiographical,withoutkränka
violatingeitherthereader’srightsorhisown.Itwillbeseen,likewise,thatthisCustom-House
skiss
sketchhasacertainpropriety,ofakindalwaysrecognizedinliterature,asexplaininghowalargedel
portionofthefollowingpagescameintomybesittning
possession,andasofferingproofsoftheauthenticityofaberättelse
narrativethereincontained.This,infact,—adesiretoputmyselfinmytruepositionas
redaktör
editor,orverylittlemore,ofthemostprolixamongthetalesthatmakeupmyvolume,—this,andnoother,ismytruereasonforassumingapersonalrelation
relationwiththepublic.In
åstadkomma
accomplishingthemainpurpose,ithasappearedallowable,byafewextratouches,togiveasvag
faintrepresentationofamodeoflifenotheretoforedescribed,togetherwithsomeofthecharactersthatmoveinit,amongwhomtheauthorhappenedtomakeone.InmynativetownofSalem,attheheadofwhat,halfacenturyago,inthedaysofoldKingDerby,wasabustlingwharf,—butwhichisnowburdenedwithdecayedwoodenwarehouses,and
uppvisar
exhibitsfewornosymptomsofcommerciallife;except,perhaps,a
bark
barkorbrig,half-waydownitsmelancholylängd
length,discharginghides;or,nearerathand,aNovaScotiaschooner,pitchingouther
last
cargooffirewood,—atthehead,Isay,ofthisdilapidatedwharf,whichthetidvattnet
tideoftenoverflows,andalongwhich,atthebaseandintherearoftherowofbuildings,thetrackofmanylanguidyearsisseeninaborderofunthriftygrass,—here,withaviewfromitsfrontwindowsadownthisnotveryenliveningprospect,andthenceacrossthehamnen
harbor,standsaspaciousedificeoftegel
brick.Fromtheloftiestpointofitsroof,during
exakt
preciselythreeandahalfhoursofeachforenoon,flyter
floatsordroops,inbreezeorcalm,thebanneroftherepublic;butwiththethirteenstripesturnedvertically,insteadofhorizontally,andthus
indikerar
indicatingthatacivil,andnotamilitarypostofUncleSam’sgovernmentishereestablished.Itsfrontisornamentedwithaporticoofhalfa
dussin
dozenwoodenpillars,supportingabalkong
balcony,beneathwhichaflightofwidegranitestepsdescendstowardsthestreet.Overtheentrancehoversanenormous
exemplar
specimenoftheAmericaneagle,withoutspreadwings,asköld
shieldbeforeherbreast,and,ifIrecollectaright,abunchofintermingledthunderboltsandbarbedarrowsineachclaw.Withthecustomaryinfirmityof
temperament
temperthatcharacterizesthisunhappyfowl,sheappears,bythefiercenessofhernäbb
beakandeye,andthegeneraltruculencyofherattitude,tohota
threatenmischieftotheinoffensivecommunity;andespeciallytowarnallcitizens,carefuloftheirsafety,againstintrudingonthepremiseswhichsheovershadowswithherwings.
Ändå
Nevertheless,vixenlyasshelooks,manypeopleareseeking,atthisverymoment,toskydd
shelterthemselvesunderthewingofthefederaleagle;imagining,I
antar
presume,thatherbosomhasallthesoftnessandsnugnessofaneider-downkudde
pillow.Butshehasnogreat
ömhet
tenderness,eveninherbestofmoods,and,soonerorlater,—oftenersoonthanlate,—isapttoflingoffhernestlings,withascratchofherclaw,adabofhernäbb
beak,oraranklingwoundfromherbarbedarrows.The
trottoaren
pavementroundabouttheabove-describededifice—whichwemayaswellnameatonceastheCustom-Houseoftheport—hasgrassenoughgrowinginitschinkstoshowthatithasnot,oflatedays,beenwornbyanymultitudinousresortofbusiness.Insomemonthsoftheyear,however,thereoftenchancesaforenoonwhenaffairsmoveonwardwithaliveliertread.
SuchoccasionsmightremindtheelderlycitizenofthatperiodbeforethelastwarwithEngland,whenSalemwasa
hamn
portbyitself;notscorned,assheisnow,byherownmerchantsandship-owners,who
tillåter
permitherwharvestocrumbletoruin,whiletheirventuresgotosvälla
swell,needlesslyandimperceptibly,themäktiga
mightyfloodofcommerceatNewYorkorBoston.Onsomesuchmorning,whenthreeorfourvesselshappentohavearrivedatonce,—usuallyfromAfricaorSouthAmerica,—ortobeonthe
väg
vergeoftheirdeparturethitherward,thereisasoundoffrequentfeet,passingbrisklyupanddownthegranitesteps.Here,beforehisownwifehasgreetedhim,youmay
hälsa
greetthesea-flushedshipmaster,justinhamnen
port,withhisvessel’spapersunderhisarm,inatarnishedtinbox.Here,too,comeshisowner,
glad
cheerfulorsombre,graciousorinthesulks,enlighet
accordinglyashisschemeofthenowaccomplishedresan
voyagehasbeenrealizedinvaror
merchandisethatwillreadilybeturnedtogold,orhasburiedhimunderabulkofincommodities,suchasnobodywillcaretoridhimof.Here,likewise,—thegermofthewrinkle-browed,grizzly-bearded,care-wornmerchant,—wehavethesmartyoungclerk,whogetsthetasteoftrafficasawolf-cubdoesofblood,andalreadysendsadventuresinhismaster’sships,whenhehadbetterbe
segla
sailingmimic-boatsuponamill-pond.Anotherfigureinthesceneistheoutward-boundsailorinquestofaprotection;
ortherecentlyarrivedone,
blek
paleandfeeble,seekingapassporttothehospital.NormustweforgetthecaptainsoftherustylittleschoonersthatbringfirewoodfromtheBritishprovinces;
arough-lookingsetoftarpaulins,withoutthealertnessoftheYankee
aspekt
aspect,butcontributinganitemofnoliten
slightimportancetoourdecayingtrade.Clusteralltheseindividualstogether,astheysometimeswere,withothermiscellaneousonestodiversifythegroup,and,forthetimebeing,itmadetheCustom-Houseastirringscene.
Morefrequently,however,onascendingthesteps,youwoulddiscern—intheentry,ifitweresummertime,orintheir
lämpliga
appropriaterooms,ifwintryorinclementweather—arowofvenerablefigures,sittinginold-fashionedchairs,whichweretippedontheirhindlegsbackagainstthewall.Oftentimestheywereasleep,but
ibland
occasionallymightbeheardtalkingtogether,invoicesbetweenspeechandasnore,andwiththatlackofenergythatsärskiljer
distinguishestheoccupantsofalmshouses,andallotherhumanbeingswhoberoende
dependforsubsistenceoncharity,onmonopolizedarbete
labor,oranythingelse,buttheirownoberoende
independentexertions.Theseoldgentlemen—seated,likeMatthew,atthereceiptofcustoms,butnotveryliabletobe
kallade
summonedthence,likehim,forapostolicerrands—wereCustom-Houseofficers.Vidare
Furthermore,onthelefthandasyouenterthefrontdoor,isacertainroomoroffice,aboutfifteenfeetsquare,andofaloftyhöjd
height;withtwoofitsarchedwindowscommandingaviewoftheaforesaiddilapidatedwharf,andthethirdlookingacrossa
smal
narrowlane,andalongadel
portionofDerbyStreet.Allthreegiveglimpsesoftheshopsofgrocers,block-makers,slop-sellers,andship-chandlers;
aroundthedoorsofwhicharegenerallytobeseen,laughingandgossiping,clustersofoldsalts,andsuchotherwharf-ratsas
hemsöker
haunttheWappingofaseaport.Theroomitselfiscobwebbed,anddingywitholdpaint;
itsfloorisstrewnwith
grå
graysand,inafashionthathaselsewherefallenintolongdisuse;anditiseasyto
dra slutsatsen
conclude,fromthegeneralslovenlinessoftheplace,thatthisisahelgedom
sanctuaryintowhichwomankind,withhertoolsofmagic,thebroomandmoppen
mop,hasveryinfrequentaccess.Inthewayof
möbler
furniture,thereisastovewithavoluminousfunnel;anoldpinedesk,withathree-leggedstoolbesideit;
twoorthreewooden-bottomchairs,exceedinglydecrepitandinfirm;
and—nottoforgetthelibrary—onsomeshelves,ascoreortwoofvolumesoftheActsofCongress,andabulkyDigestoftheRevenueLaws.
Atinpipeascendsthroughthe
taket
ceiling,andformsamediumofvocalcommunicationwithotherpartsoftheedifice.Andhere,somesixmonthsago,—pacingfromcornertocorner,orloungingonthelong-leggedstool,withhiselbowonthedesk,andhiseyes
vandrade
wanderingupanddownthecolumnsofthemorningnewspaper,—youmighthaverecognized,honoredläsare
reader,thesameindividualwhowelcomedyouintohischeerylittlestudy,wherethesunshineglimmeredsopleasantlythroughthewillowbranches,onthevästra
westernsideoftheOldManse.Butnow,shouldyougothithertoseekhim,youwould
fråga
inquireinvainfortheLocofocoSurveyor.Thebesomofreformhas
svept
swepthimoutofoffice;andaworthier
efterträdare
successorwearshisdignity,andpocketshisemoluments.ThisoldtownofSalem—mynativeplace,thoughIhave
bott
dweltmuchawayfromit,bothinboyhoodandmatureryears—possesses,ordidpossess,aholdonmyaffections,theforceofwhichIhaveneverrealizedduringmyseasonsofactualuppehåll
residencehere.Indeed,sofarasitsphysicalaspectisconcerned,withitsflat,unvariedsurface,coveredchieflywithwoodenhouses,fewornoneofwhichpretendtoarchitecturalbeauty,—itsirregularity,whichisneitherpicturesquenorquaint,butonlytame,—itslongand
lata
lazystreet,loungingwearisomelythroughthewholeextentofthehalvön
peninsula,withGallowsHillandNewGuineaatoneend,andaviewofthealmshouseattheother,—suchbeingthefeaturesofmynativetown,itwouldbequiteasreasonabletoformasentimentalattachmenttoadisarrangedchecker-board.Andyet,thoughinvariablyhappiest
någon annanstans
elsewhere,thereiswithinmeafeelingforoldSalem,which,inlackofabetterfras
phrase,Imustbecontenttocalltillgivenhet
affection.Thesentimentisprobablyassignabletothedeepandagedrootswhichmyfamilyhasstruckintothe
marken
soil.ItisnownearlytwocenturiesandaquartersincetheoriginalBriton,the
tidigaste
earliestemigrantofmyname,madehisappearanceinthewildandforest-borderedbosättningen
settlement,whichhassincebecomeacity.Andherehis
ättlingar
descendantshavebeenbornanddied,andhavemingledtheirearthysubstans
substancewiththesoil;untilnosmall
del
portionofitmustnecessarilybeakintothedödliga
mortalframewherewith,foralittlewhile,Iwalkthestreets.Inpart,therefore,theattachmentwhichIspeakofisthe
bara
meresensuoussympathyofdustfordust.Fewofmycountrymencanknowwhatitis;
nor,as
frekvent
frequenttransplantationisperhapsbetterforthestock,needtheyconsideritönskvärt
desirabletoknow.Butthesentimenthaslikewiseits
moraliska
moralquality.Thefigureofthatfirstancestor,investedbyfamilytraditionwitha
dunkel
dimandduskygrandeur,waspresenttomyboyishimagination,asfarbackasIcanremember.Itstill
hemsöker
hauntsme,andinducesasortofhome-feelingwiththepast,whichIknappast
scarcelyclaiminreferencetothepresentfasen
phaseofthetown.Iseemtohaveastrongerclaimtoa
bostad
residencehereonaccountofthisgrave,skäggig
bearded,sable-cloakedandsteeple-crownedprogenitor,—whocamesoearly,withhisBibleandhissword,andtrodetheunwornstreetwithsuchastatelyhamn
port,andmadesolargeafigure,asamanofwarandpeace,—astrongerclaimthanformyself,whosenameissällan
seldomheardandmyfacehardlyknown.Hewasasoldier,legislator,judge;
hewasa
härskare
rulerintheChurch;hehadallthePuritanictraits,bothgoodandevil.
Hewaslikewisea
bitter
bitterpersecutor,aswitnesstheQuakers,whohaverememberedhimintheirhistories,andrelateanincidentofhishardseveritytowardsawomanoftheirsect,whichwilllastlonger,itistobefeared,thananyrecordofhisbetterdeeds,althoughtheseweremany.Hisson,too,
ärvde
inheritedthepersecutingspirit,andmadehimselfsoconspicuousinthemartyrdomofthewitches,thattheirbloodmayfairlybesaidtohaveleftafläck
stainuponhim.Sodeepa
fläck
stain,indeed,thathisolddrybones,intheCharter
CharterStreetburial-ground,muststillbehålla
retainit,iftheyhavenotcrumbledhelt
utterlytodust!Iknownotwhethertheseancestorsofminebethoughtthemselvesto
ångra
repent,andaskpardonofHeavenfortheircruelties;orwhethertheyarenow
stönar
groaningundertheheavyconsequencesofthem,inanotherstateofbeing.Atallevents,I,thepresentwriter,astheir
representant
representative,herebytakeshameuponmyselffortheirsakes,andpraythatanycurseincurredbythem—asIhaveheard,andasthedrearyandunprosperousconditionoftherace,formanyalongyearback,wouldarguetoexist—maybenowandhenceforthremoved.Doubtless,however,eitherofthesesternandblack-browedPuritanswouldhavethoughtitquitea
tillräcklig
sufficientretributionforhissins,that,aftersolongalapseofyears,theoldstammen
trunkofthefamilytree,withsomuchvenerablemossuponit,shouldhaveborne,asitstopmostbough,anidlerlikemyself.Noaim,thatIhaveevercherished,wouldtheyrecognizeaslaudable;
nosuccessofmine—ifmylife,beyondits
inhemska
domesticscope,hadeverbeenljusare
brightenedbysuccess—wouldtheydeemotherwisethanworthless,ifnotpositivt
positivelydisgraceful.“Whatishe?”
murmursone
grå
grayshadowofmyforefatherstotheother.“Awriterofstory-books!
Whatkindofabusinessinlife—what
sätt
modeofglorifyingGod,orbeingserviceabletomänskligheten
mankindinhisdayandgeneration—maythatbe?Why,the
degenererade
degeneratefellowmightaswellhavebeenafiddler!”Sucharethecomplimentsbandiedbetweenmygreat-grandsiresandmyself,acrossthegulfoftime!
Andyet,letthem
förakta
scornmeastheywill,strongtraitsoftheirnaturehaveintertwinedthemselveswithmine.Planteddeep,inthetown’s
tidigaste
earliestinfancyandchildhood,bythesetwoearnestandenergeticmen,theracehaseversincesubsistedhere;always,too,inrespectability;
never,sofarasIhaveknown,disgracedbyasingle
ovärdig
unworthymember;butseldomornever,ontheotherhand,afterthefirsttwogenerations,performingany
minnesvärd
memorabledeed,orsomuchasputtingforwardaclaimtopublicnotice.Gradvis
Gradually,theyhavesunkalmostoutofsight;asoldhouses,hereandthereaboutthestreets,getcovered
halvvägs
half-waytotheeavesbytheaccumulationofnewjord
soil.Fromfathertoson,foraboveahundredyears,theyfollowedthesea;
agray-headedshipmaster,ineachgeneration,retiringfromthequarter-decktothehomestead,whileaboyoffourteentookthehereditaryplacebeforethe
masten
mast,confrontingthesaltsprayandthegale,whichhadblusteredagainsthissireandgrandsire.Theboy,also,induetime,passedfromtheforecastletothecabin,spentatempestuous
manlighet
manhood,andreturnedfromhisworld-wanderings,togrowold,anddie,andminglehisdustwiththenatalearth.Thislongconnectionofafamilywithonespot,asitsplaceofbirthandburial,createsakindredbetweenthehumanbeingandthelocality,quite
oberoende
independentofanycharminthesceneryormoraliska
moralcircumstancesthatsurroundhim.Itisnotlove,but
instinkt
instinct.Thenewinhabitant—whocamehimselffromaforeignland,orwhosefatherorgrandfathercame—haslittleclaimtobecalledaSalemite;
hehasno
uppfattning
conceptionoftheoyster-liketenacitywithwhichanoldsettler,overwhomhisthirdcenturyiskryper
creeping,clingstothespotwherehissuccessivegenerationshavebeenimbedded.Itisnomatterthattheplaceisjoylessforhim;
thatheis
trött
wearyoftheoldwoodenhouses,thelera
mudanddust,thedeadlevelofsiteandkänsla
sentiment,thechilleastwind,andthechillestofsocialatmospheres;—allthese,andwhateverfaultsbesideshemayseeorimagine,arenothingtothepurpose.Thespellsurvives,andjustaspowerfullyasifthenatalspotwereanearthlyparadise.
Sohasitbeeninmycase.
IfeltitalmostasadestinytomakeSalemmyhome;
sothatthemouldoffeaturesandcastofcharacterwhichhadallalongbeenfamiliarhere,—ever,asone
representant
representativeoftheracelaydowninhisgrave,anotherassuming,asitwere,hissentry-marchalongthemainstreet,—mightstillinmylittledaybeseenandrecognizedintheoldtown.Ändå
Nevertheless,thisverysentimentisanevidencethattheconnection,whichhasbecomeanohälsosam
unhealthyone,shouldatlastbesevered.Humannaturewillnot
blomstra
flourish,anymorethanapotatis
potato,ifitbeplantedandreplanted,fortoolongaseriesofgenerations,inthesameworn-outjord
soil.Mychildrenhavehadotherbirthplaces,and,sofarastheirfortunesmaybewithinmycontrol,shallstriketheirrootsintounaccustomedearth.
OnemergingfromtheOldManse,itwaschieflythisstrange,indolent,unjoyousattachmentformynativetown,thatbroughtmetofillaplaceinUncleSam’sbrickedifice,whenImightaswell,orbetter,havegonesomewhereelse.
My
undergång
doomwasonme.Itwasnotthefirsttime,northesecond,thatIhadgoneaway,—asitseemed,permanently,—butyetreturned,likethebadhalf-penny;
orasifSalemwereformethe
oundvikliga
inevitablecentreoftheuniverse.So,onefinemorning,Iascendedtheflightofgranitesteps,withthePresident’scommissioninmypocket,andwasintroducedtothecorpsofgentlemenwhoweretoaidmeinmyweightyresponsibility,aschief
verkställande
executiveofficeroftheCustom-House.Idoubtgreatly—or,rather,Idonotdoubtatall—whetheranypublicfunctionaryoftheUnitedStates,eitherinthecivilormilitaryline,haseverhadsuchapatriarchalbodyofveteransunderhisordersasmyself.
Thewhereaboutsofthe
Äldsta
OldestInhabitantwasatoncesettled,whenIlookedatthem.Forupwardsoftwentyyearsbeforethisepoch,the
oberoende
independentpositionoftheCollectorhadkepttheSalemCustom-Houseoutofthewhirlpoolofpoliticalvicissitude,whichmakesthetenureofofficegenerallysobräcklig
fragile.Asoldier,—NewEngland’smostdistinguishedsoldier,—hestood
fast
firmlyonthepedestalofhisgallantservices;and,himselfsecureinthewiseliberalityofthesuccessiveadministrationsthroughwhichhehadheldoffice,hehadbeenthesafetyofhissubordinatesinmanyanhourofdangerandheart-quake.
GeneralMillerwas
radikalt
radicallyconservative;amanoverwhosekindlynature
vanan
habithadnoslightinfluence;fäste
attachinghimselfstronglytofamiliarfaces,andwithsvårt
difficultymovedtochange,evenwhenchangemighthavebroughtunquestionableförbättring
improvement.Thus,ontakingchargeofmydepartment,Ifoundfewbutagedmen.
Theywereancientsea-captains,forthemostpart,who,afterbeingtostoneverysea,andstandingupsturdilyagainstlife’stempestuousblasts,hadfinallydriftedintothisquietnook;
where,withlittleto
störa
disturbthem,excepttheperiodicalterrorsofaPresidentialelection,theyoneandallförvärvat
acquiredanewleaseofexistens
existence.Thoughbynomeanslessliablethantheirfellow-mentoageandinfirmity,theyhad
uppenbarligen
evidentlysometalismanorotherthatkeptdeathatbay.Twoorthreeoftheirnumber,asIwasassured,beinggoutyandrheumatic,orperhapsbedridden,neverdreamedofmakingtheir
framträdande
appearanceattheCustom-House,duringalargepartoftheyear;but,afteratorpidwinter,would
krypa
creepoutintothewarmsolsken
sunshineofMayorJune,golazilyaboutwhattheytermedduty,and,attheirownfritid
leisureandconvenience,betakethemselvestobedagain.Imustpleadguiltytothechargeofabbreviatingtheofficialbreathofmorethanoneofthesevenerableservantsofthe
republiken
republic.Theywereallowed,onmy
representation
representation,torestfromtheirarduouslabors,andsoonafterwards—asiftheirenda
soleprincipleoflifehadbeenzealfortheircountry’sservice,asIverilybelieveitwas—withdrewtoabetterworld.Itisa
from
piousconsolationtome,that,throughmyinterference,asufficientspacewasallowedthemforrepentanceoftheevilandkorrupta
corruptpracticesintowhich,asamatterofcourse,everyCustom-Houseofficermustbesupposedtofall.NeitherthefrontnorthebackentranceoftheCustom-HouseopensontheroadtoParadise.
ThegreaterpartofmyofficerswereWhigs.
Itwaswellfortheirvenerable
brödraskap
brotherhoodthatthenewSurveyorwasnotapolitiker
politician,andthoughafaithfulDemokrat
Democratinprinciple,neitherreceivednorheldhisofficewithanyhänvisning
referencetopoliticalservices.Haditbeenotherwise,—hadan
aktiv
activepoliticianbeenputintothisinflytelserika
influentialpost,toassumetheeasytaskofmakingheadagainstaWhigCollector,whoseinfirmitieswithheldhimfromthepersonaladministrationofhisoffice,—hardlyamanoftheoldcorpswouldhavedrawnthebreathofofficiallife,withinamonthaftertheexterminatingangelhadcomeuptheCustom-Housesteps.Accordingtothereceivedcodeinsuchmatters,itwouldhavebeennothingshortofduty,ina
politiker
politician,tobringeveryoneofthosewhiteheadsundertheyxa
axeoftheguillotine.Itwasplainenoughtodiscern,thattheoldfellowsdreadedsomesuchdiscourtesyatmyhands.
Itpained,andatthesametimeamusedme,to
se
beholdtheterrorsthatattendedmyadvent;toseeafurrowed
kind
cheek,weather-beatenbyhalfacenturyofstorm,turnashyblek
paleattheglanceofsoofarlig
harmlessanindividualasmyself;to
upptäcka
detect,asoneoranotheraddressedme,thetremorofavoice,which,inlong-pastdays,hadbeenwonttobellowthroughaspeaking-trumpet,hoarselyenoughtoskrämma
frightenBoreashimselftosilence.Theyknew,theseexcellentoldpersons,that,byall
etablerade
establishedrule,—and,asregardedsomeofthem,vägt
weighedbytheirownlackofeffektivitet
efficiencyforbusiness,—theyoughttohavegivenplacetoyoungermen,moreortodoxa
orthodoxinpolitics,andaltogetherfitterthanthemselvestoserveourcommonUncle.Iknewittoo,butcouldneverquitefindinmyhearttoactupontheknowledge.
Muchanddeservedlytomyowndiscredit,therefore,and
avsevärt
considerablytothedetrimentofmyofficialsamvete
conscience,theycontinued,duringmyincumbency,tokrypa
creepaboutthewharves,andloiterupanddowntheCustom-Housesteps.Theyspentagooddealoftime,also,asleepintheiraccustomedcorners,withtheirchairs
lutade
tiltedbackagainstthewall;awaking,however,onceortwiceinaforenoon,toboreoneanotherwiththeseveralthousandthrepetitionofoldsea-stories,andmouldyjokes,thathadgrowntobepasswordsandcountersignsamongthem.
The
upptäckten
discoverywassoonmade,Iimagine,thatthenewSurveyorhadnogreatharminhim.So,withlightsomehearts,andthehappyconsciousnessofbeingusefullyemployed,—intheirownbehalf,atleast,ifnotforourbelovedcountry,—thesegoodoldgentlemenwentthroughthe
olika
variousformalitiesofoffice.Sagaciously,undertheirspectacles,didtheypeepintotheholdsofvessels!
Mäktig
Mightywastheirfussaboutlittlematters,andmarvellous,sometimes,theobtusenessthatallowedgreateronestoslipbetweentheirfingers!Wheneversuchamischanceoccurred,—whenawagon-loadof
värdefulla
valuablemerchandisehadbeensmuggledashore,atnoonday,perhaps,anddirectlyunder
beneaththeirunsuspiciousnoses,—nothingcouldöverträffa
exceedthevigilanceandalacritywithwhichtheyfortsatte
proceededtolock,anddouble-lock,andsecurewithtapeandsealing-wax,alltheavenuesofthedelinquentvessel.Insteadofareprimandfortheir
tidigare
previousnegligence,thecaseseemedrathertokräva
requireaneulogiumontheirpraiseworthyförsiktighet
caution,afterthemischiefhadhappened;agrateful
erkännande
recognitionofthepromptitudeoftheirzeal,themomentthattherewasnolongeranybotemedel
remedy.Unlesspeoplearemorethancommonlydisagreeable,itismyfoolish
vana
habittocontractakindnessforthem.Thebetterpartofmycompanion’scharacter,ifithaveabetterpart,isthatwhichusuallycomesuppermostinmyregard,andformsthetypewherebyIrecognizetheman.
AsmostoftheseoldCustom-Houseofficershadgoodtraits,andasmypositioninreferencetothem,beingpaternalandprotective,was
gynnsam
favorabletothegrowthoffriendlysentiments,Isoongrewtolikethemall.Itwaspleasant,inthesummerforenoons,—whentheferventheat,thatalmostliquefiedtherestofthehumanfamily,
bara
merelycommunicatedagenialwarmthtotheirhalf-torpidsystems,—itwaspleasanttohearthemchattinginthebackentry,arowofthemalltippedagainstthewall,asusual;whilethefrozenwitticismsofpastgenerationswerethawedout,andcamebubblingwithlaughterfromtheirlips.
Externally,thejollityofagedmenhasmuchincommonwiththemirthofchildren;
the
intellekt
intellect,anymorethanadeepsenseofhumor
humor,haslittletodowiththematter;itis,withboth,agleamthatplaysuponthesurface,andimpartsa
solig
sunnyandcheeryaspectaliketothegreengrenen
branch,andgray,moulderingtrunk.Inonecase,however,itisreal
solsken
sunshine;intheother,itmore
liknar
resemblesthephosphorescentglowofdecayingwood.Itwouldbesad
orättvisa
injustice,thereadermustunderstand,torepresentera
representallmyexcellentoldfriendsasintheirdotage.Inthefirstplace,mycoadjutorswerenotinvariablyold;
thereweremenamongthemintheirstrengthandprime,ofmarkedabilityandenergy,andaltogether
överlägsen
superiortothesluggishandberoende
dependentmodeoflifeonwhichtheirevilstarshadcastthem.Then,moreover,thewhitelocksofageweresometimesfoundtobethethatchofan
intellektuell
intellectualtenementingoodrepair.But,asrespectsthemajorityofmycorpsofveterans,therewillbenowrongdone,ifIcharacterizethemgenerallyasasetofwearisomeoldsouls,whohadgatherednothingworthpreservationfromtheir
varierade
variedexperienceoflife.Theyseemedtohaveflungawayallthegolden
kornet
grainofpracticalwisdom,whichtheyhadenjoyedsomanyopportunitiesofskörda
harvesting,andmostcarefullytohavestoredtheirmemorieswiththehusks.Theyspokewithfarmoreinterestandunctionoftheirmorning’sbreakfast,oryesterday’s,to-day’s,orto-morrow’sdinner,thanoftheshipwreckoffortyorfiftyyearsago,andalltheworld’swonderswhichtheyhadwitnessedwiththeiryouthfuleyes.
ThefatheroftheCustom-House—thepatriarch,notonlyofthislittlesquadofofficials,but,Iamboldtosay,oftherespectablebodyoftide-waitersallovertheUnitedStates—wasacertain
permanent
permanentInspector.Hemighttrulybetermeda
legitim
legitimatesonoftherevenuesystem,dyedintheull
wool,or,rather,borninthelila
purple;sincehissire,a
Revolutionär
Revolutionarycolonel,andformerlycollectoroftheport,hadcreatedanofficeforhim,andutnämnt
appointedhimtofillit,ataperiodoftheearlyageswhichfewlivingmencannowremember.ThisInspector,whenIfirstknewhim,wasamanoffourscoreyears,orthereabouts,andcertainlyoneofthemostwonderfulspecimensofwinter-greenthatyouwouldbelikelyto
upptäcka
discoverinalifetime’ssearch.Withhisflorid
kind
cheek,hiscompactfigure,smartlyarrayedinabright-buttonedbluecoat,hisbriskandvigorousstep,andhishaleandheartyaspect,altogetherheseemed—notyoung,indeed—butakindofnewcontrivanceofMotherNatureintheshapeofman,whomageandinfirmityhadnobusinesstotouch.Hisvoiceandlaugh,whichperpetuallyre-echoedthroughtheCustom-House,hadnothingofthetremulousquaverandcackleofanoldman’sutterance;
theycamestruttingoutofhislungs,likethecrowofacock,ortheblastofaclarion.
Lookingathim
bara
merelyasananimal,—andtherewasverylittleelsetolookat,—hewasamosttillfredsställande
satisfactoryobject,fromthethoroughhealthfulnessandwholesomenessofhissystem,andhisförmåga
capacity,atthatextremeage,toenjoyall,ornearlyall,thedelightswhichhehadeveraimedat,orconceivedof.ThecarelesssecurityofhislifeintheCustom-House,onaregular
inkomst
income,andwithbutslightandinfrequentapprehensionsofavlägsnande
removal,hadnodoubtcontributedtomaketimepasslightlyoverhim.Theoriginalandmorepotentcauses,however,layintherare
perfektion
perfectionofhisanimalnature,themoderateproportionofintellekt
intellect,andtheverytriflingadmixtureofmoraliska
moralandspiritualingredients;these
sistnämnda
latterqualities,indeed,beinginbarelyenoughmeasuretokeeptheoldgentlemanfromwalkingonall-fours.He
hade
possessednopowerofthought,nodjup
depthoffeeling,notroublesomesensibilities;nothing,inshort,butafewcommonplaceinstincts,which,aidedbythecheerful
temperament
temperthatgrewinevitablyoutofhisphysicalwell-being,diddutyveryrespectably,andtogeneralacceptans
acceptance,inlieuofaheart.Hehadbeenthehusbandofthreewives,alllongsincedead;
thefatheroftwentychildren,mostofwhom,ateveryageofchildhoodor
mognad
maturity,hadlikewisereturnedtodust.Here,onewouldsuppose,mighthavebeen
sorg
sorrowenoughtoimbuethesunniestdisposition
disposition,throughandthrough,withasabletinge.NotsowithouroldInspector!
One
kort
briefsighsufficedtocarryofftheentireburdenofthesedismalreminiscences.Thenextmoment,hewasasreadyforsportasanyunbreechedinfant;
farreadierthantheCollector’sjuniorclerk,who,atnineteenyears,wasmuchthe
äldre
elderandgravermanofthetwo.Iusedtowatchandstudythispatriarchalpersonagewith,Ithink,livelier
nyfikenhet
curiosity,thananyotherformofhumanitytherepresentedtomynotice.Hewas,intruth,arare
fenomen
phenomenon;soperfect,inonepointofview;
so
ytlig
shallow,sodelusive,soimpalpable,suchanabsolut
absolutenonentity,ineveryother.My
slutsats
conclusionwasthathehadnosoul,noheart,nomind;