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第85章 THE END OF THE ROAD(10)

Mr.Francis Hamilton, an honorary attache of the British Embassy, stood on the steps of the Capitol watching the procession which bore the President's body from the White House to lie in state in the great Rotunda.He was a young man of some thirty summers, who after a distinguished Oxford career was preparing himself with a certain solemnity for the House of Commons.He sought to be an authority on Foreign affairs, and with this aim was making a tour among the legations.Two years before he had come to Washington, intending to remain for six months, and somewhat to his own surprise had stayed on, declining to follow his kinsman Lord Lyons to Constantinople.

Himself a staunch follower of Mr.Disraeli, and an abhorrer of Whiggery in all its forms, he yet found in America's struggle that which appealed both to his brain and his heart.He was a believer, he told himself, in the Great State and an opponent of parochialism; so, unlike most of his friends at home, his sympathies were engaged for the Union.Moreover he seemed to detect in the protagonists a Roman simplicity pleasing to a good classic.

Mr.Hamilton was sombrely but fashionably dressed and wore a gold eyeglass on a black ribbon, because he fancied that a monocle adroitly used was a formidable weapon in debate.He had neat small sidewhiskers, and a pleasant observant eye.With him were young Major Endicott from Boston and the eminent Mr.Russell Lowell, who, as Longfellow's successor in the Smith Professorship and one of the editors of The North American Review, was a great figure in cultivated circles.Both were acquaintances made by Mr.

Hamilton on a recent visit to Harvard.He found it agreeable to have a few friends with whom he could have scholarly talk.

The three watched the procession winding through the mourning streets.

Every house was draped in funeral black, the passing bell tolled from every church, and the minute-guns boomed at the City Hall and on Capitol Hill.

Mr.Hamilton regarded the cortege at first with a critical eye.The events of the past week had wrought in him a great expectation, which he feared would be disappointed.It needed a long tradition to do fitting honour to the man who had gone.Had America such a tradition? he asked himself....

The coloured troops marching at the head of the line pleased him.That was a happy thought.He liked, too, the business-like cavalry and infantry, and the battered field-pieces....He saw his Chief among the foreign Ministers, bearing a face of portentous solemnity....But he liked best the Illinois and Kentucky delegates; he thought the dead President would have liked them too.

Major Endicott was pointing out the chief figures.There's Grant...and Stanton, looking more cantankerous than ever.They say he's brokenhearted."But Mr.Hamilton had no eye for celebrities.He was thinking rather of those plain mourners from the west, and of the poorest house in Washington decked with black.This is a true national sorrow, he thought.He had been brought up as a boy from Eton to see Wellington's funeral, and the sight had not impressed him like this.For the recent months had awakened odd emotions in his orderly and somewhat cynical soul.He had discovered a hero.

The three bared their heads as the long line filed by.Mr.Lowell said nothing.Now and then he pulled at his moustaches as if to hide some emotion which clamoured for expression.The mourners passed into the Capitol, while the bells still tolled and the guns boomed.The cavalry escort formed up on guard; from below came the sound of sharp commands.

Mr.Hamilton was shaken out of the admirable detachment which he had cultivated.He wanted to sit down and sob like a child.Some brightness had died in the air, some great thing had gone for ever from the world and left it empty.He found himself regarding the brilliant career which he had planned for himself with a sudden disfavour.It was only second-rate after all, that glittering old world of courts and legislatures and embassies.

For a moment he had had a glimpse of the firstrate, and it had shivered his pretty palaces.He wanted now something which he did not think he would find again.

The three turned to leave, and at last Mr.Lowell spoke.

"There goes," he said, "the first American!"Mr.Hamilton heard the words as he was brushing delicately with his sleeve a slight berufflement of his silk hat.

"I dare say you are right, Professor," he said."But I think it is also the last of the Kings."End

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