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ABOUT half-past ten the cracked bell of the small church began to ring, and presently the people began to gather for the morning sermon. The Sunday-school children distributed themselves about the house and occupied pews with their parents, so as to be under supervision1. Aunt Polly came, and Tom and Sid and Mary sat with her -- Tom being placed next the aisle2, in order that he might be as far away from the open window and the seductive outside summer scenes as possible. The crowd filed up the aisles3: the aged4 and needy5 postmaster, who had seen better days; the mayor and his wife -- for they had a mayor there, among other unnecessaries; the justice of the peace; the widow Douglass, fair, smart, and forty, a generous, good-hearted soul and well-to-do, her hill mansion6 the only palace in the town, and the most hospitable7 and much the most lavish8 in the matter of festivities that St. Petersburg could boast; the bent9 and venerable Major and Mrs. Ward10; lawyer Riverson, the new notable from a distance; next the belle11 of the village, followed by a troop of lawn-clad and ribbon-decked young heart-breakers; then all the young clerks in town in a body -- for they had stood in the vestibule sucking their cane-heads, a circling wall of oiled and simpering admirers, till the last girl had run their gantlet; and last of all came the Model Boy, Willie Mufferson, taking as heedful care of his mother as if she were cut glass. He always brought his mother to church, and was the pride of all the matrons. The boys all hated him, he was so good. And besides, he had been "thrown up to them" so much. His white handkerchief was hanging out of his pocket behind, as usual on Sundays -- accidentally. Tom had no handkerchief, and he looked upon boys who had as snobs14.
The congregation being fully15 assembled, now, the bell rang once more, to warn laggards16 and stragglers, and then a solemn hush17 fell upon the church which was only broken by the tittering and whispering of the choir18 in the gallery. The choir always tittered and whispered all through service. There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was, now. It was a great many years ago, and I can scarcely remember anything about it, but I think it was in some foreign country. The minister gave out the hymn19, and read it through with a relish20, in a peculiar21 style which was much admired in that part of the country. His voice began on a medium key and climbed steadily22 up till it reached a certain point, where it bore with strong emphasis upon the topmost word and then plunged23 down as if from a spring-board:
Shall I be car-ri-ed toe the skies, on flow'ry beds of ease,
Whilst others fight to win the prize, and sail thro' blood-y seas?
He was regarded as a wonderful reader. At church "sociables" he was always called upon to read poetry; and when he was through, the ladies would lift up their hands and let them fall helplessly in their laps, and "wall" their eyes, and shake their heads, as much as to say, "Words cannot express it; it is too beautiful, too beautiful for this mortal earth."
After the hymn had been sung, the Rev24. Mr. Sprague turned himself into a bulletin-board, and read off "notices" of meetings and societies and things till it seemed that the list would stretch out to the crack of doom25 -- a queer custom which is still kept up in America, even in cities, away here in this age of abundant newspapers. Often, the less there is to justify26 a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.
And now the minister prayed. A good, generous prayer it was, and went into details: it pleaded for the church, and the little children of the church; for the other churches of the village; for the village itself; for the county; for the State; for the State officers; for the United States; for the churches of the United States; for Congress; for the President; for the officers of the Government; for poor sailors, tossed by stormy seas; for the oppressed millions groaning27 under the heel of European monarchies28 and Oriental despotisms; for such as have the light and the good tidings, and yet have not eyes to see nor ears to hear withal; for the heathen in the far islands of the sea; and closed with a supplication29 that the words he was about to speak might find grace and favor, and be as seed sown in fertile ground, yielding in time a grateful harvest of good. Amen.
There was a rustling30 of dresses, and the standing31 congregation sat down. The boy whose history this book relates did not enjoy the prayer, he only endured it -- if he even did that much. He was restive32 all through it; he kept tally13 of the details of the prayer, unconsciously -- for he was not listening, but he knew the ground of old, and the clergyman's regular route over it -- and when a little trifle of new matter was interlarded, his ear detected it and his whole nature resented it; he considered additions unfair, and scoundrelly. In the midst of the prayer a fly had lit on the back of the pew in front of him and tortured his spirit by calmly rubbing its hands together, embracing its head with its arms, and polishing it so vigorously that it seemed to almost part company with the body, and the slender thread of a neck was exposed to view; scraping its wings with its hind12 legs and smoothing them to its body as if they had been coat-tails; going through its whole toilet as tranquilly33 as if it knew it was perfectly34 safe. As indeed it was; for as sorely as Tom's hands itched35 to grab for it they did not dare -- he believed his soul would be instantly destroyed if he did such a thing while the prayer was going on. But with the closing sentence his hand began to curve and steal forward; and the instant the "Amen" was out the fly was a prisoner of war. His aunt detected the act and made him let it go.
The minister gave out his text and droned along monotonously36 through an argument that was so prosy that many a head by and by began to nod -- and yet it was an argument that dealt in limitless fire and brimstone and thinned the predestined elect down to a company so small as to be hardly worth the saving. Tom counted the pages of the sermon; after church he always knew how many pages there had been, but he seldom knew anything else about the discourse37. However, this time he was really interested for a little while. The minister made a grand and moving picture of the assembling together of the world's hosts at the millennium38 when the lion and the lamb should lie down together and a little child should lead them. But the pathos39, the lesson, the moral of the great spectacle were lost upon the boy; he only thought of the conspicuousness40 of the principal character before the on-looking nations; his face lit with the thought, and he said to himself that he wished he could be that child, if it was a tame lion.
Now he lapsed41 into suffering again, as the dry argument was resumed. Presently he bethought him of a treasure he had and got it out. It was a large black beetle42 with formidable jaws43 -- a "pinchbug," he called it. It was in a percussion-cap box. The first thing the beetle did was to take him by the finger. A natural fillip followed, the beetle went floundering into the aisle and lit on its back, and the hurt finger went into the boy's mouth. The beetle lay there working its helpless legs, unable to turn over. Tom eyed it, and longed for it; but it was safe out of his reach. Other people uninterested in the sermon found relief in the beetle, and they eyed it too. Presently a vagrant44 poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity45, sighing for change. He spied the beetle; the drooping46 tail lifted and wagged. He surveyed the prize; walked around it; smelt47 at it from a safe distance; walked around it again; grew bolder, and took a closer smell; then lifted his lip and made a gingerly snatch at it, just missing it; made another, and another; began to enjoy the diversion; subsided48 to his stomach with the beetle between his paws, and continued his experiments; grew weary at last, and then indifferent and absent-minded. His head nodded, and little by little his chin descended49 and touched the enemy, who seized it. There was a sharp yelp50, a flirt51 of the poodle's head, and the beetle fell a couple of yards away, and lit on its back once more. The neighboring spectators shook with a gentle inward joy, several faces went behind fans and handkerchiefs, and Tom was entirely52 happy. The dog looked foolish, and probably felt so; but there was resentment53 in his heart, too, and a craving54 for revenge. So he went to the beetle and began a wary55 attack on it again; jumping at it from every point of a circle, lighting56 with his fore-paws within an inch of the creature, making even closer snatches at it with his teeth, and jerking his head till his ears flapped again. But he grew tired once more, after a while; tried to amuse himself with a fly but found no relief; followed an ant around, with his nose close to the floor, and quickly wearied of that; yawned, sighed, forgot the beetle entirely, and sat down on it. Then there was a wild yelp of agony and the poodle went sailing up the aisle; the yelps57 continued, and so did the dog; he crossed the house in front of the altar; he flew down the other aisle; he crossed before the doors; he clamored up the home-stretch; his anguish58 grew with his progress, till presently he was but a woolly comet moving in its orbit with the gleam and the speed of light. At last the frantic59 sufferer sheered from its course, and sprang into its master's lap; he flung it out of the window, and the voice of distress60 quickly thinned away and died in the distance.
By this time the whole church was red-faced and suffocating61 with suppressed laughter, and the sermon had come to a dead standstill. The discourse was resumed presently, but it went lame62 and halting, all possibility of impressiveness being at an end; for even the gravest sentiments were constantly being received with a smothered63 burst of unholy mirth, under cover of some remote pew-back, as if the poor parson had said a rarely facetious64 thing. It was a genuine relief to the whole congregation when the ordeal65 was over and the benediction66 pronounced.
Tom Sawyer went home quite cheerful, thinking to himself that there was some satisfaction about divine service when there was a bit of variety in it. He had but one marring thought; he was willing that the dog should play with his pinchbug, but he did not think it was upright in him to carry it off.
1 supervision | |
n.监督,管理 | |
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2 aisle | |
n.(教堂、教室、戏院等里的)过道,通道 | |
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4 aged | |
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5 needy | |
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6 mansion | |
n.大厦,大楼;宅第 | |
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n.守卫,监护,病房,行政区,由监护人或法院保护的人(尤指儿童);vt.守护,躲开 | |
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(谄上傲下的)势利小人( snob的名词复数 ); 自高自大者,自命不凡者 | |
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int.嘘,别出声;n.沉默,静寂;v.使安静 | |
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n.唱诗班,唱诗班的席位,合唱团,舞蹈团;v.合唱 | |
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23 plunged | |
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25 doom | |
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26 justify | |
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34 perfectly | |
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n.论文,演说;谈话;话语;vi.讲述,著述 | |
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38 millennium | |
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40 conspicuousness | |
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(使)窒息, (使)透不过气( smother的过去式和过去分词 ); 覆盖; 忍住; 抑制 | |
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64 facetious | |
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66 benediction | |
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