an old town by the sea-第10部分

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；〃　remarked　Mr。　Clagett；　as　he　twitched　off　the　table…cloth　and　wrecked　the　tea…things。

In　his　official　capacity　he　was　a　relentless　prosecutor。　The　noun　Clagett　speedily　turned　itself　into　a　verb；　〃to　Clagett〃　meant　〃to　prosecute；〃　they　were　convertible　terms。　In　spite　of　his　industrious　severity；　and　his　royal　emoluments；　if　such　existed；　the　exchequer　of　the　King's　Attorney　showed　a　perpetual　deficit。　The　stratagems　to　which　he　resorted　from　time　to　time　in　order　to　raise　unimportant　sums　reminded　one　of　certain　scenes　in　Moliere's　comedies。

Mr。　Clagett　had　for　his　ame　damnee　a　constable　of　the　town。　They　were　made　for　each　other；　they　were　two　flowers　with　but　a　single　stem；　and　this　was　their　method　of　procedure：　Mr。　Clagett　dispatched　one　of　his　servants　to　pick　a　quarrel　with　some　countryman　on　the　street；　or　some　sailor　drinking　at　an　inn：　the　constable　arrested　the　sailor　or　the　countryman；　as　the　case　might　be；　and　hauled　the　culprit　before　Mr。　Clagett；　Mr。　Clagett　read　the　culprit　a　moral　lesson；　and　fined　him　five　dollars　and　costs。　The　plunder　was　then　divided　between　the　conspiratorstwo　hearts　that　beat　as　oneClagett；　of　course；　getting　the　lion's　share。　Justice　was　never　administered　in　a　simpler　manner　in　any　country。　This　eminent　legal　light　was　extinguished　in　1784；　and　the　wick　laid　away　in　the　little　churchyard　in　Litchfield；　New　Hampshire。　It　is　a　satisfaction；　even　after　such　a　lapse　of　time；　to　know　that　Lettice　survived　the　King's　Attorney　sufficiently　long　to　be　very　happy　with　somebody　else。　Lettice　Mitchel　was　scarcely　eighteen　when　she　married　Wyseman　Clagett。

About　eighty　years　ago；　a　witless　fellow　named　Tilton　seems　to　have　been　a　familiar　figure　on　the　streets　of　the　old　town。　Mr。　Brewster　speaks　of　him　as　〃the　well…known　idiot；　Johnny　Tilton；〃　as　if　one　should　say；　〃the　well…known　statesman；　Daniel　Webster。〃　It　is　curious　to　observe　how　any　sort　of　individuality　gets　magnified　in　this　parochial　atmosphere；　where　everything　lacks　perspective；　and　nothing　is　trivial。　Johnny　Tilton　does　not　appear　to　have　had　much　individuality　to　start　with；　it　was　only　after　his　head　was　cracked　that　he　showed　any　shrewdness　whatever。　That　happened　early　in　his　unobtrusive　boyhood。　He　had　frequently　watched　the　hens　flying　out　of　the　loft　window　in　his　father's　stable；　which　stood　in　the　rear　of　the　Old　Bell　Tavern。　It　occurred　to　Johnny；　one　day；　that　though　he　might　not　be　as　bright　as　other　lads；　he　certainly　was　in　no　respect　inferior　to　a　hen。　So　he　placed　himself　on　the　sill　of　the　window　in　the　loft；　flapped　his　arms；　and　took　flight。　The　New　England　Icarus　alighted　head　downward；　lay　insensible　for　a　while；　and　was　henceforth　looked　upon　as　a　mortal　who　had　lost　his　wits。　Yet　at　odd　moments　his　cloudiness　was　illumined　by　a　gleam　of　intelligence　such　as　had　not　been　detected　in　him　previous　to　his　mischance。　As　Polonius　said　of　Hamletanother　unstrung　mortalTilton's　replies　had　〃a　happiness　that　often　madness　hits　on；　which　reason　and　sanity　could　not　so　prosperously　be　delivered　of。〃　One　morning；　he　appeared　at　the　flour…mill　with　a　sack　of　corn　to　be　ground　for　the　almshouse；　and　was　asked　what　he　knew。　〃Some　things　I　know；〃　replied　poor　Tilton；　〃and　some　things　I　don't　know。　I　know　the　miller's　hogs　grow　fat；　but　I　don't　know　whose　corn　they　fat　on。〃　To　borrow　another　word　from　Polonius；　though　this　be　madness；　yet　there　was　method　in　it。　Tilton　finally　brought　up　in　the　almshouse；　where　he　was　allowed　the　liberty　of　roaming　at　will　through　the　town。　He　loved　the　water…side　as　if　he　had　had　all　his　senses。　Often　he　was　seen　to　stand　for　hours　with　a　sunny；　torpid　smile　on　his　lips；　gazing　out　upon　the　river　where　its　azure　ruffles　itself　into　silver　against　the　islands。　He　always　wore　stuck　in　his　hat　a　few　hen's　feathers；　perhaps　with　some　vague　idea　of　still　associating　himself　with　the　birds　of　the　air；　if　hens　can　come　into　that　category。

George　Jaffrey；　third　of　the　name；　was　a　character　of　another　complexion；　a　gentleman　born；　a　graduate　of　Harvard　in　1730；　and　one　of　His　Majesty's　Council　in　1766a　man　with　the　blood　of　the　lion　and　the　unicorn　in　every　vein。　He　remained　to　the　bitter　end；　and　beyond；　a　devout　royalist；　prizing　his　shoe…buckles；　not　because　they　were　of　chased　silver；　but　because　they　bore　the　tower　mark　and　crown　stamp。　He　stoutly　objected　to　oral　prayer；　on　the　ground　that　it　gave　rogues　and　hypocrites　an　opportunity　to　impose　on　honest　folk。　He　was　punctilious　in　his　attendance　at　church；　and　unfailing　in　his　responses；　though　not　of　a　particularly　devotional　temperament。　On　one　occasion；　at　least；　his　sincerity　is　not　to　be　questioned。　He　had　been　deeply　irritated　by　some　encroachments　on　the　boundaries　of　certain　estates；　and　had　gone　to　church　that　forenoon　with　his　mind　full　of　the　matter。　When　the　minister　in　the　course　of　reading　the　service　came　to　the　apostrophe；　〃Cursed　be　he　who　removeth　his　neighbor's　landmark；〃　Mr。　Jeffrey's　feelings　were　too　many　for　him；　and　he　cried　out　〃Amen！〃　in　a　tone　of　voice　that　brought　smiles　to　the　adjoining　pews。

Mr。　Jaffrey's　last　will　and　testament　was　a　whimsical　document；　in　spite　of　the　Hon。　Jeremiah　Mason；　who　drew　up　the　paper。　It　had　originally　been　Mr。　Jaffrey's　plan　to　leave　his　possessions　to　his　beloved　friend；　Colonel　Joshua　Wentworth；　but　the　colonel　by　some　maladroitness　managed　to　turn　the　current　of　Pactolus　in　another　direction。　The　vast　property　was　bequeathed　to　George　Jaffrey　Jeffries；　the　testator's　grandnephew；　on　condition　that　the　heir；　then　a　lad　of　thirteen；　should　drop　the　name　of　Jeffries；　reside　permanently　in　Portsmouth；　and　adopt　no　profession　excepting　that　of　gentleman。　There　is　an　immense　amount　of　Portsmouth　as　well　as　George　Jaffrey　in　that　final　clause。　George　the　fourth　handsomely　complied　with　the　requirements；　and　dying　at　the　age　of　sixty…six；　without　issue　or　assets；　was　the　last　of　that　particular　line　of　Georges。　I　say　that　he　handsomely　complied　with　the　requirements　of　the　will；　but　my　statement　appears　to　be　subject　to　qualification；　for　on　the　day　of　his　obsequies　it　was　remarked　of　him　by　a　caustic　contemporary：　〃Well；　yes；　Mr。　Jaffrey　was　a　gentleman　by　profession；　but　not　eminent　in　his　profession。〃

This　modest　exhibition　of　profiles；　in　which　I　have　attempted　to　preserve　no　chronological　sequence；　ends　with　the　silhouette　of　Dr。　Joseph　Moses。

If　Boston　in　the　colonial　days　had　her　Mather　Byles；　Portsmouth　had　her　Dr。　Joseph　Moses。　In　their　quality　as　humorists；　the　outlines　of　both　these　gentlemen　have　become　rather　broken　and　indistinct。　〃A　jest's　prosperity　lies　in　the　ear　that　hears　it。〃　Decanted　wit　inevitably　loses　its　bouquet。　A　clever　repartee　belongs　to　the　precious　moment　in　which　it　is　broached；　and　is　of　a　vintage　that　does　not　usually　bear　transportation。　Dr。　Moseshe　received　his　diploma　not　from　the　College　of　Physicians；　but　from　the　circumstance　of　his　having　once　drugged　his　private　demijohn　of　rum；　and　so　nailed　an　inquisitive　negro　named　SamboDr。　Moses；　as　he　was　always　called；　had　been　handed　down　to　us　by　tradition　as　a　fellow　of　infinite　jest　and　of　most　excellent　fancy；　but　I　must　confess　that　I　find　his　high　spirits　very　much　evaporated。　His　humor　expended　itself；　for　the　greater　part；　in　practical　pleasantrieslike　that　practiced　on　the　minion　Sambobut　these　diversions；　however　facetious　to　the　parties　concerned；　lack　magnetism　for　outsiders。　I　discover　nothing　about　him　so　amusing　as　the　fact　that　he　lived　in　a　tan…colored　little　tenement；　which　was　neither　clapboarded　nor　shingled；　and　finally　got　an　epidermis　from　the　discarded　shingles　of　the　Old　South　Church　when　the　roof　of　that　edifice　was　repaired。

Dr。　Moses；　like　many　persons　of　his　time　and　class；　was　a　man　of　protean　employmentjoiner；　barber；　and　what　not。　No　doubt　he　had　much　pithy　and　fluent　conversation；　all　of　which　escapes　us。　He　certainly　impressed　the　Hon。　Theodore　Atkinson　as　a　person　of　uncommon　parts；　for　the　Honorable　Secretary　of　the　Province；　like　a　second　Haroun　Al　Raschid；　often　summoned　the　barber　to　entertain　him　with　his　company。　One　eveningand　this　is　the　only　reproducible　instance　of　the　doctor's　readinessMr。　Atkinson　regaled　his　guest　with　a　diminutive　glass　of　choice　Madeira。　The　doctor　regarded　it　against　the　light　with　the　half…closed　eye　of　the　connoisseur；　and　after　sipping　the　molten　topaz　with　satisfaction；　inquired　how　old　it　was。　〃Of　the　vintage　of　about　sixty　years　ago；〃　was　the　answer。　〃Well；〃　said　the　doctor　reflectively；　〃I　never　in　my　life　saw　so　small　a　thing　of　such　an　age。〃　There　are　other　mots　of　his　on　record；　but　their　faces　are　suspiciously　familiar。　In　fact；　all　the　witty　things　were　said　aeons　ago。　If　one　nowadays　perpetrates　an　original　joke；　one　immediately　afterward　finds　it　in　the　Sanskirt。　I　am　afraid　that　Dr。　Joseph　Moses　has　no　very　solid　claims　on　us。　I　have　given　him　place　here　because　he　has　long　had　the　reputation　of　a　wit；　which　is　almost　as　good　as　to　be　one。

VII。

PERSONAL　REMINISCENCES

THE　running　of　the　first　train　over　the　Eastern　Road　from　Boston　to　Portsmouthit　took　place　somewhat　more　than　forty　years　agowas　attended　by　a　serious　accident。　The　accident　occurred　in　the　crowded　station　at　the　Portsmouth　terminus；　and　was　unobserved　at　the　time。　The　catastrophe　was　followed；　though　not　immediately；　by　death；　and　that　also；　curiously　enough；　was　unobserved。　Nevertheless；　this　initial　train；　freighted　with　so　many　hopes　and　the　Directors　of　the　Road；　ran　over　and　killedLOCAL　CHARACTER。

Up　to　that　day　Portsmouth　had　been　a　very　secluded　little　community；　and　had　had　the　courage　of　its　seclusion。　From　time　to　time　it　had　calmly　produced　an　individual　built　on　plans　and　specifications　of　its　own；　without　regard　to　the　prejudices　and　conventionalities　of　outlying　districts。　This　individual　was　purely　indigenous。　He　was　born　in　the　town；　he　lived　to　a　good　old　age　in　the　town；　and　never　went　out　of　the　place；　until　he　was　finally　laid　under　it。　To　him；　Boston；　though　only　fifty…six　miles　away；　was　virtually　an　unknown　quantityonly　fifty…six　miles　by　brutal　geographical　measurement；　but　thousands　of　miles　distant　in　effect。　In　those　days；　in　order　to　reach　Boston　you　were　obliged　to　take　a　great　yellow；　clumsy　stage…coach；　resembl