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the life and perambulations of a mouse-第16部分

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 with bran; afforded me enough to satisfy my hunger; but was excessively dry and unsavoury; yet; bad as it was; I was obliged to be content at that time with it; and had nearly done eating when the door opened; and in ran two or three of the children。  Frightened out of my senses almost; I had just time to escape down a little hole in the floor; made by one of the knots in the wood slipping out; and there I heard one of the girls exclaim

'O dear! who now has cut my pincushion? it was you did it; Tom。'  'No; indeed I did not;' replied he。  'Then it was you; Mary。'  'No; I know nothing of it;' answered she。  'Then it was you; Hetty。'  'That I am sure it was not;' said she; 'I am sure; I am certain it was not me; I am positive it was not。'  'Ah;' replied the other; 'I dare say it was。'  'Yes; I think it is most likely;' said Mary。  'And so do I too;' said Tom。  'And pray why do you all think so?' inquired Hetty; in an angry tone。  'Because;' said the owner of the pincushion; 'you are the only one who ever tells fibs; you told a story; you know; about the fruit; you told a story too about the currant jelly; and about putting your fingers in the butter; at breakfast; and therefore there is a very great reason why we should suspect you more than anybody else。'  'But I am sure;' said she; bursting into tears; 'I am very sure I have not meddled with it。'  'I do not at all know that;' replied the other; 'and I do think it was you; for I am certain if any one else had done it they would not deny it; and it could not come into this condition by itself; somebody must have done it; and I dare say it was you; so say no more about it。'

Here the dispute was interrupted by somebody calling them out of the room; and I could not help making some reflections on what had passed。  How dreadful a crime; thought I; is lying and falsity; to what sad mortifications does it subject the person who is ever wicked enough to commit it; and how does it expose them to the contempt of everyone; and make them to be suspected of faults they are even perfectly free from。  Little Hetty now is innocent; with respect to the pincushion with which her sister charges her; as any of the others; yet; because she has before forfeited her honour; she can gain no credit:  no one believes what she says; she is thought to be guilty of the double fault of spoiling the pincushion; and what is still worse; of lying to conceal it; whilst the other children are at once believed; and their words depended upon。

Surely; surely; thought I; if people would but reflect upon the contempt; the shame; and the difficulties which lies expose them to; they would never be guilty of so terrible a vice; which subjects them to the scorn of all they converse with; and renders them at all times suspected; even though they should; as in the case of Hetty; really speak the truth。  Such were my reflections upon falsehood; nor could I help altogether blaming the owner of the pincushion for her hasty judgment relating to it。  Somebody; she was certain; must have done it; it was impossible it could come so by itself。  That; to be sure; was very true; but then she never recollected that it was possible a little mouse might put it in that condition。  Ah! thought I to myself; what pity is it; that human creatures; who are blest with understanding and faculties so superior to any species; should not make better use of them; and learn; from daily experience; to grow wiser and better for the future。  This one instance of the pincushion; may teach (and surely people engaged in life must hourly find more) how dangerous it is to draw hasty conclusions; and to condemn people upon suspicion; as also the many; great; and bad consequences of lying。

Scarcely had I finished these soliloquies when a great knock at the house door made me give such a start that I fell off the joist on which I was standing; and then ran straight forwards till I came out at a little hole I found in the bricks above the parlour window:  from that I descended into the road; and went on unmolested till I reached a malt…house; about whose various apartments; never staying long in the same; I continued to live; till one night; all on a sudden; I was alarmed by fire; which obliged me to retreat with the greatest expedition。

I passed numberless rats and mice in my way; who; like myself; were driven forth by the flames; but; alas! among them I found not my brother。  Despairing; therefore; of ever seeing him again; I determined; if possible; to find my way back to you; who before had shown me such kindness。  Numberless were the fatigues and difficulties I had to encounter in my journey here; one while in danger from hungry cats; at another almost perished with cold and want of food。

But it is needless to enumerate every particular; I should but tire your patience was I to attempt it; so I will hasten to a conclusion of my history; only telling you how you came to find me in that melancholy condition from which your mercy has now raised me。

I came into your house one evening concealed in the middle of a floor…cloth; which the maid had rolled up and set at the outside of the back door; whilst she swept the passage; and neglected to take it in again till the evening; In that I hid myself; and upon her laying it down; ran with all speed down the cellar…stairs; where I continued till the family were all gone to bed。  Then I returned back; and came into your closet; where the scent of some figs tempted me to get into the jar in which you found me。  I concealed myself among them; and after feasting most deliciously; fell asleep; from which I was awakened by hearing a voice say; 〃Who has left the cover off the fig…jar?〃 and at the same time I was involved in darkness by having it put on。  In vain I endeavoured to remove it; the figs were so low; that when I stood on them I could but just touch it with my lips; and the jar being stone I could not possibly fasten my nails to hang by the side。

In this dismal situation therefore I was constrained to stay; my apprehensions each day increasing as my food diminished; till at last; after feeding very sparingly for some days; it was quite exhausted; and I had endured the inexpressible tortures of hunger for three days and three nights; when you happily released me; and by your compassion restored me once more to life and liberty。  Condescend; therefore; to preserve that life you have so lengthened; and take me under your protection。

'That most gladly;' interrupted I; 'I will do:  you will live in this large green…flowered tin canister; and run in and out when you please; and I will keep you constantly supplied with food。  But I must now shut you in; for the cat has this moment entered the room。'



And now I cannot take leave of all my little readers; without once more begging them; for their own sakes; to endeavour to follow all the good advice the mouse has been giving them; and likewise warning them to shun all those vices and follies; the practice of which renders children so contemptible and wicked。





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