My Aunt Margaret’s Mirror(玛格丽特阿姨的镜子)

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My Aunt Margaret's Mirror
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My Aunt Margaret's
Mirror
by Sir Walter Scott
My Aunt Margaret's Mirror
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INTRODUCTION.
The species of publication which has come to be generally known by
the title of ANNUAL, being a miscellany of prose and verse, equipped
with numerous engravings, and put forth every year about Christmas, had
flourished for a long while in Germany before it was imitated in this
country by an enterprising bookseller, a German by birth, Mr. Ackermann.
The rapid success of his work, as is the custom of the time, gave birth to a
host of rivals, and, among others, to an Annual styled The Keepsake, the
first volume of which appeared in 1828, and attracted much notice, chiefly
in consequence of the very uncommon splendour of its illustrative
accompaniments. The expenditure which the spirited proprietors
lavished on this magnificent volume is understood to have been not less
than from ten to twelve thousand pounds sterling!
Various gentlemen of such literary reputation that any one might think
it an honour to be associated with them had been announced as
contributors to this Annual, before application was made to me to assist in
it; and I accordingly placed with much pleasure at the Editor's disposal a
few fragments, originally designed to have been worked into the
Chronicles of the Canongate, besides a manuscript drama, the long-
neglected performance of my youthful days--"The House of Aspen."
The Keepsake for 1828 included, however, only three of these little
prose tales, of which the first in order was that entitled "My Aunt
Margaret's Mirror." By way of INTRODUCTION to this, when now
included in a general collection of my lucubrations, I have only to say that
it is a mere transcript, or at least with very little embellishment, of a story
that I remembered being struck with in my childhood, when told at the
fireside by a lady of eminent virtues and no inconsiderable share of talent,
one of the ancient and honourable house of Swinton. She was a kind of
relation of my own, and met her death in a manner so shocking-- being
killed, in a fit of insanity, by a female attendant who had been attached to
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her person for half a lifetime--that I cannot now recall her memory, child
as I was when the catastrophe occurred, without a painful reawakening of
perhaps the first images of horror that the scenes of real life stamped on
my mind.
This good spinster had in her composition a strong vein of the
superstitious, and was pleased, among other fancies, to read alone in her
chamber by a taper fixed in a candlestick which she had had formed out of
a human skull. One night this strange piece of furniture acquired
suddenly the power of locomotion, and, after performing some odd circles
on her chimney-piece, fairly leaped on the floor, and continued to roll
about the apartment. Mrs. Swinton calmly proceeded to the adjoining
room for another light, and had the satisfaction to penetrate the mystery on
the spot. Rats abounded in the ancient building she inhabited, and one of
these had managed to ensconce itself within her favourite MEMENTO
MORI. Though thus endowed with a more than feminine share of nerve,
she entertained largely that belief in supernaturals which in those times
was not considered as sitting ungracefully on the grave and aged of her
condition; and the story of the Magic Mirror was one for which she
vouched with particular confidence, alleging indeed that one of her own
family had been an eye-witness of the incidents recorded in it.
"I tell the tale as it was told to me."
Stories enow of much the same cast will present themselves to the
recollection of such of my readers as have ever dabbled in a species of lore
to which I certainly gave more hours, at one period of my life, than I
should gain any credit by confessing.
AUGUST 1831.
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AUNT MARGARET'S MIRROR.
"There are timesWhen Fancy plays her gambols, in despiteEven of our
watchful senses--when in soothSubstance seems shadow, shadow
substance seems--When the broad, palpable, and mark'd partition'Twixt
that which is and is not seems dissolved,As if the mental eye gain'd power
to gazeBeyond the limits of the existing world.Such hours of shadowy
dreams I better loveThan all the gross realities of life."ANONYMOUS.
My Aunt Margaret was one of that respected sisterhood upon whom
devolve all the trouble and solicitude incidental to the possession of
children, excepting only that which attends their entrance into the world.
We were a large family, of very different dispositions and constitutions.
Some were dull and peevish--they were sent to Aunt Margaret to be
amused; some were rude, romping, and boisterous--they were sent to Aunt
Margaret to be kept quiet, or rather that their noise might be removed out
of hearing; those who were indisposed were sent with the prospect of
being nursed; those who were stubborn, with the hope of their being
subdued by the kindness of Aunt Margaret's discipline;--in short, she had
all the various duties of a mother, without the credit and dignity of the
maternal character. The busy scene of her various cares is now over.
Of the invalids and the robust, the kind and the rough, the peevish and
pleased children, who thronged her little parlour from morning to night,
not one now remains alive but myself, who, afflicted by early infirmity,
was one of the most delicate of her nurslings, yet, nevertheless, have
outlived them all.
It is still my custom, and shall be so while I have the use of my limbs,
to visit my respected relation at least three times a week. Her abode is
about half a mile from the suburbs of the town in which I reside, and is
accessible, not only by the highroad, from which it stands at some distance,
but by means of a greensward footpath leading through some pretty
meadows. I have so little left to torment me in life, that it is one of my
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greatest vexations to know that several of these sequestered fields have
been devoted as sites for building. In that which is nearest the town,
wheelbarrows have been at work for several weeks in such numbers, that,
I verily believe, its whole surface, to the depth of at least eighteen inches,
was mounted in these monotrochs at the same moment, and in the act of
being transported from one place to another. Huge triangular piles of
planks are also reared in different parts of the devoted messuage; and a
little group of trees that still grace the eastern end, which rises in a gentle
ascent, have just received warning to quit, expressed by a daub of white
paint, and are to give place to a curious grove of chimneys.
It would, perhaps, hurt others in my situation to reflect that this little
range of pasturage once belonged to my father (whose family was of some
consideration in the world), and was sold by patches to remedy distresses
in which he involved himself in an attempt by commercial adventure to
redeem his diminished fortune. While the building scheme was in full
operation, this circumstance was often pointed out to me by the class of
friends who are anxious that no part of your misfortunes should escape
your observation. "Such pasture-ground!--lying at the very town's end--
in turnips and potatoes, the parks would bring L20 per acre; and if leased
for building--oh, it was a gold mine! And all sold for an old song out of
the ancient possessor's hands!" My comforters cannot bring me to repine
much on this subject. If I could be allowed to look back on the past
without interruption, I could willingly give up the enjoyment of present
income and the hope of future profit to those who have purchased what
my father sold. I regret the alteration of the ground only because it
destroys associations, and I would more willingly (I think) see the Earl's
Closes in the hands of strangers, retaining their silvan appearance, than
know them for my own, if torn up by agriculture, or covered with
buildings. Mine are the sensations of poor Logan:--
"The horrid plough has rased the green Where yet a child I
strayed;The axe has fell'd the hawthorn screen, The schoolboy's summer
shade."
I hope, however, the threatened devastation will not be consummated
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in my day. Although the adventurous spirit of times short while since
passed gave rise to the undertaking, I have been encouraged to think that
the subsequent changes have so far damped the spirit of speculation that
the rest of the woodland footpath leading to Aunt Margaret's retreat will be
left undisturbed for her time and mine. I am interested in this, for every
step of the way, after I have passed through the green already mentioned,
has for me something of early remembrance:-- There is the stile at which I
can recollect a cross child's-maid upbraiding me with my infirmity as she
lifted me coarsely and carelessly over the flinty steps, which my brothers
traversed with shout and bound. I remember the suppressed bitterness of
the moment, and, conscious of my own inferiority, the feeling of envy
with which I regarded the easy movements and elastic steps of my more
happily formed brethren. Alas! these goodly barks have all perished on
life's wide ocean, and only that which seemed so little seaworthy, as the
naval phrase goes, has reached the port when the tempest is over. Then
there is the pool, where, manoeuvring our little navy, constructed out of
the broad water-flags, my elder brother fell in, and was scarce saved from
the watery element to die under Nelson's banner. There is the hazel
copse also, in which my brother Henry used to gather nuts, thinking little
that he was to die in an Indian jungle in quest of rupees.
There is so much more of remembrance about the little walk, that --as
I stop, rest on my crutch-headed cane, and look round with that species of
comparison between the thing I was and that which I now am--it almost
induces me to doubt my own identity; until I find myself in face of the
honeysuckle porch of Aunt Margaret's dwelling, with its irregularity of
front, and its odd, projecting latticed windows, where the workmen seem
to have made it a study that no one of them should resemble another in
form, size, or in the old-fashioned stone entablature and labels which
adorn them. This tenement, once the manor house of the Earl's Closes, we
still retain a slight hold upon; for, in some family arrangements, it had
been settled upon Aunt Margaret during the term of her life. Upon this
frail tenure depends, in a great measure, the last shadow of the family of
Bothwell of Earl's Closes, and their last slight connection with their
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paternal inheritance. The only representative will then be an infirm old
man, moving not unwillingly to the grave, which has devoured all that
were dear to his affections.
When I have indulged such thoughts for a minute or two, I enter the
mansion, which is said to have been the gate-house only of the original
building, and find one being on whom time seems to have made little
impression; for the Aunt Margaret of to-day bears the same proportional
age to the Aunt Margaret of my early youth that the boy of ten years old
does to the man of (by'r Lady!) some fifty-six years. The old lady's
invariable costume has doubtless some share in confirming one in the
opinion that time has stood still with Aunt Margaret.
The brown or chocolate-coloured silk gown, with ruffles of the same
stuff at the elbow, within which are others of Mechlin lace; the black silk
gloves, or mitts; the white hair combed back upon a roll; and the cap of
spotless cambric, which closes around the venerable countenance--as they
were not the costume of 1780, so neither were they that of 1826; they are
altogether a style peculiar to the individual Aunt Margaret. There she
still sits, as she sat thirty years since, with her wheel or the stocking,
which she works by the fire in winter and by the window in summer; or,
perhaps, venturing as far as the porch in an unusually fine summer
evening. Her frame, like some well- constructed piece of mechanics, still
performs the operations for which it had seemed destined--going its round
with an activity which is gradually diminished, yet indicating no
probability that it will soon come to a period.
The solicitude and affection which had made Aunt Margaret the
willing slave to the inflictions of a whole nursery, have now for their
object the health and comfort of one old and infirm man-- the last
remaining relative of her family, and the only one who can still find
interest in the traditional stores which she hoards, as some miser hides the
gold which he desires that no one should enjoy after his death.
My conversation with Aunt Margaret generally relates little either to
the present or to the future. For the passing day we possess as much as
we require, and we neither of us wish for more; and for that which is to
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follow, we have, on this side of the grave, neither hopes, nor fears, nor
anxiety. We therefore naturally look back to the past, and forget the
present fallen fortunes and declined importance of our family in recalling
the hours when it was wealthy and prosperous.
With this slight introduction, the reader will know as much of Aunt
Margaret and her nephew as is necessary to comprehend the following
conversation and narrative.
Last week, when, late in a summer evening, I went to call on the old
lady to whom my reader is now introduced, I was received by her with all
her usual affection and benignity, while, at the same time, she seemed
abstracted and disposed to silence. I asked her the reason. "They have
been clearing out the old chapel," she said; "John Clayhudgeons having, it
seems, discovered that the stuff within--being, I suppose, the remains of
our ancestors--was excellent for top-dressing the meadows."
Here I started up with more alacrity than I have displayed for some
years; but sat down while my aunt added, laying her hand upon my sleeve,
"The chapel has been long considered as common ground, my dear, and
used for a pinfold, and what objection can we have to the man for
employing what is his own to his own profit? Besides, I did speak to him,
and he very readily and civilly promised that if he found bones or
monuments, they should be carefully respected and reinstated; and what
more could I ask? So, the first stone they found bore the name of Margaret
Bothwell, 1585, and I have caused it to be laid carefully aside, as I think it
betokens death, and having served my namesake two hundred years, it has
just been cast up in time to do me the same good turn. My house has
been long put in order, as far as the small earthly concerns require it; but
who shall say that their account with, Heaven is sufficiently revised?"
"After what you have said, aunt," I replied, "perhaps I ought to take
my hat and go away; and so I should, but that there is on this occasion a
little alloy mingled with your devotion. To think of death at all times is a
duty--to suppose it nearer from the finding an old gravestone is
superstition; and you, with your strong, useful common sense, which was
so long the prop of a fallen family, are the last person whom I should have
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