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作者:安徒生'丹麦'


   1872

 FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

   A CHEERFUL TEMPER

   by Hans Christian Andersen

FROM my father I received the best inheritance; namely a 〃good

temper。〃 〃And who was my father?〃 That has nothing to do with the good

temper; but I will say he was lively; good…looking round; and fat;

he was both in appearance and character a plete contradiction to

his profession。 〃And pray what was his profession and his standing

in respectable society?〃 Well; perhaps; if in the beginning of a

book these were written and printed; many; when they read it; would

lay the book down and say; 〃It seems to me a very miserable title; I

don't like things of this sort。〃 And yet my father was not a

skin…dresser nor an executioner; on the contrary; his employment

placed him at the head of the grandest people of the town; and it

was his place by right。 He had to precede the bishop; and even the

princes of the blood; he always went first;… he was a hearse driver!

There; now; the truth is out。 And I will own; that when people saw

my father perched up in front of the omnibus of death; dressed in

his long; wide; black cloak; and his black…edged; three…cornered hat

on his head; and then glanced at his round; jocund face; round as

the sun; they could not think much of sorrow or the grave。 That face

said; 〃It is nothing; it will all end better than people think。〃 So

I have inherited from him; not only my good temper; but a habit of

going often to the churchyard; which is good; when done in a proper

humor; and then also I take in the Intelligencer; just as he used to

do。

I am not very young; I have neither wife nor children; nor a

library; but; as I said; I read the Intelligencer; which is enough for

me; it is to me a delightful paper; and so it was to my father。 It

is of great use; for it contains all that a man requires to know;

the names of the preachers at the church; and the new books which

are published; where houses; servants; clothes; and provisions may

be obtained。 And then what a number of subscriptions to charities; and

what innocent verses! Persons seeking interviews and engagements;

all so plainly and naturally stated。 Certainly; a man who takes in the

Intelligencer may live merrily and be buried contentedly; and by the

end of his life will have such a capital stock of paper that he can

lie on a soft bed of it; unless he prefers wood shavings for his

resting…place。 The newspaper and the churchyard were always exciting

objects to me。 My walks to the latter were like bathing…places to my

good humor。 Every one can read the newspaper for himself; but e

with me to the churchyard while the sun shines and the trees are

green; and let us wander among the graves。 Each of them is like a

closed book; with the back uppermost; on which we can read the title

of what the book contains; but nothing more。 I had a great deal of

information from my father; and I have noticed a great deal myself。

I keep it in my diary; in which I write for my own use and pleasure

a history of all who lie here; and a few more beside。

Now we are in the churchyard。 Here; behind the white iron

railings; once a rose…tree grew; it is gone now; but a little bit of

evergreen; from a neighboring grave; stretches out its green tendrils;

and makes some appearance; there rests a very unhappy man; and yet

while he lived he might be said to occupy a very good position。 He had

enough to live upon; and something to spare; but owing to his

refined tastes the least thing in the world annoyed him。 If he went to

a theatre of an evening; instead of enjoying himself he would be quite

annoyed if the machinist had put too strong a light into one side of

the moon; or if the representations of the sky hung over the scenes

when they ought to have hung behind them; or if a palm…tree was

introduced into a scene representing the Zoological Gardens of Berlin;

or a cactus in a view of Tyrol; or a beech…tree in the north of

Norway。 As if these things were of any consequence! Why did he not

leave them alone? Who would trouble themselves about such trifles?

especially at a edy; where every one is expected to be amused。 Then

sometimes the public applauded too much; or too little; to please him。

〃They are like wet wood;〃 he would say; looking round to see what sort

of people were present; 〃this evening; nothing fires them。〃 Then he

would vex and fret himself because they did not laugh at the right

time; or because they laughed in the wrong places; and so he fretted

and worried himself till at last the unhappy man fretted himself

into the grave。

Here rests a happy man; that is to say; a man of high birth and

position; which was very lucky for him; otherwise he would have been

scarcely worth notice。 It is beautiful to observe how wisely nature

orders these things。 He walked about in a coat embroidered all over;

and in the drawing…rooms of society looked just like one of those rich

pearl…embroidered bell…pulls; which are only made for show; and behind

them always hangs a good thick cord for use。 This man also had a

stout; useful substitute behind him; who did duty for him; and

performed all his dirty work。 And there are still; even now; these

serviceable cords behind other embroidered bell…ropes。 It is all so

wisely arranged; that a man may well be in a good humor。

Here rests;… ah; it makes one feel mournful to think of him!…

but here rests a man who; during sixty…seven years; was never

remembered to have said a good thing; he lived only in the hope of

having a good idea。 At last he felt convinced; in his own mind; that

he really had one; and was so delighted that he positively died of joy

at the thought of having at last caught an idea。 Nobody got anything

by it; indeed; no one even heard what the good thing was。 Now I can

imagine that this same idea may prevent him from resting quietly in

his grave; for suppose that to produce a good effect; it is

necessary to bring out his new idea at breakfast; and that he can only

make his appearance on earth at midnight; as ghosts are believed

generally to do; why then this good idea would not suit the hour;

and the man would have to carry it down again with him into the grave…

that must be a troubled grave。

The woman who lies here was so remarkably stingy; that during

her life she would get up in the night and mew; that her neighbors

might think she kept a cat。 What a miser she was!

Here rests a young lady; of a good family; who would always make

her voice heard in society; and when she sang 〃Mi manca la voce;〃*

it was the only true thing she ever said in her life。

* 〃I want a voice;〃 or; 〃I have no voice。〃

Here lies a maiden of another description。 She was engaged to be

married;… but; her story is one of every…day life; we will leave her

to rest in the grave。

Here rests a widow; who; with music in her tongue; carried gall in

her heart。 She used to go round among the families near; and search

out their faults; upon which she preyed with all the envy and malice

of her nature。 This is a family grave。 The members of this family held

so firmly together in their opinions; that they would believe in no

other。 If the newspapers; or even the whole world; said of a certain

subject; 〃It is so…and…so;〃 and a little schoolboy declared he had

learned quite differently; they would take his assertion as the only

true one; because he belonged to the family。 And it is well known that

if the yard…cock belonging to this family happened to crow at

midnight; they would declare it was morning; although the watchman and

all the clocks in the town were proclaiming the hour of twelve at

night。

The great poet Goethe concludes his Faust with the words; 〃may

be continued;〃 so might our wanderings in the churchyard be continued。

I e here often; and if any of my friends; or those who are not my

friends; are too much for me; I go out and choose a plot of ground

in which to bury him or her。 Then I bury them; as it were; there

they lie; dead and powerless; till they e back new and better

characters。 Their lives and their deeds; looked at after my own

fashion; I write down in my diary; as every one ought to do。 Then;

if any of our friends act absurdly; no one need to be vexed about

it。 Let them bury the offenders out of sight; and keep their good

temper。 They can also read the Intelligencer; which is a paper written

by the people; with their hands guided。 When the time es for the

history of my life; to be bound by the grave; then they will write

upon it as my epitaph…

 〃The man with a cheerful temper。〃

And this is my story。

THE END



  1872

 FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

 A GREAT GRIEF

   by Hans Christian Andersen

THIS story really consists of two parts。 The first part might be

left out; but it gives us a few particulars; and these are useful

We were staying in the country at a gentleman's seat; where it

happened that the master was absent for a few days。 I

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