威廉·施温克·吉尔伯特

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我爱这样的人,即使遭遇不幸,他也会笑着开玩笑;谁会在乞丐的枷锁下双关,当他打破他的日常习惯,难题快乐地提出。伯纳德·朱普就是这样一个人,他对命运的皱眉嗤之以鼻;他高高兴兴地喝干了那杯苦酒——虽然命运常常把他抛在脑后,却从不把他打倒。尽管岁月带给我们悲伤,但我们知道,悲伤远远超过其他一切悲伤,是我们真正所爱的人遭遇不幸而产生的悲伤。当我们为别人的不幸而悲伤时,我们的伯纳无法平息;虽然在这种特殊的打击下,没有人遭受过这样的痛苦,也没有人能如此从容地承受他的悲伤。他的父亲,富有,衣食无忧,拥有房子和公园,失去了他所有的半便士,然后变得(极度悲伤!)可怜的律师书记员。所有的儿子,除了过路的温顺的人,看到一个父亲失去了他的一切,从一个独立的跌落到一个星期一镑十先令! But JUPP shook off this sorrow's weight, And, like a Christian son, Proved Poverty a happy fate - Proved Wealth to be a devil's bait, To lure poor sinners on. With other sorrows Bernard coped, For sorrows came in packs; His cousins with their housemaids sloped - His uncles forged - his aunts eloped - His sisters married blacks. But BERNARD, far from murmuring (Exemplar, friends, to us), Determined to his faith to cling, - He made the best of everything, And argued softly thus: "'Twere harsh my uncles' forging knack Too rudely to condemn - My aunts, repentant, may come back, And blacks are nothing like as black As people colour them!" Still Fate, with many a sorrow rife, Maintained relentless fight: His grandmamma next lost her life, Then died the mother of his wife, But still he seemed all right. His brother fond (the only link To life that bound him now) One morning, overcome by drink, He broke his leg (the right, I think) In some disgraceful row. But did my Bernard swear and curse? Oh no - to murmur loth, He only said, "Go, get a nurse: Be thankful that it isn't worse; You might have broken both!" But worms who watch without concern The cockchafer on thorns, Or beetles smashed, themselves will turn If, walking through the slippery fern, You tread upon their corns. One night as Bernard made his track Through Brompton home to bed, A footpad, with a vizor black, Took watch and purse, and dealt a crack On BERNARD'S saint-like head. It was too much - his spirit rose, He looked extremely cross. Men thought him steeled to mortal foes, But no - he bowed to countless blows, But kicked against this loss. He finally made up his mind Upon his friends to call; Subscription lists were largely signed, For men were really glad to find Him mortal, after all!