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As we slowly drove down the street on that cold December evening wespotted the porch light。 “This must be the house。” I told our“Positive Teens In Action” group。 We pulled up in front of an olderhome with the porch light glowi

As we slowly drove down the street on that cold December evening we spotted the porch light。 “This must be the house。” I told our “Positive Teens In Action” group。 We pulled up in front of an older home with the porch light glowing。 We gathered up our song books, walked up the steps, and knocked on the door。 We heard a faint voice from inside say, “Come on in。 The door is open。“ We opened the door。

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All the gentlemen, except Gabriel, ate some of the pudding out of compliment to Aunt Julia. As Gabriel never ate sweets the celery had been left for him. Freddy Malins also took a stalk of celery and ate it with his pudding. He had been told that celery was a capital thing for the blood and he was just then under doctor's care. Mrs. Malins, who had been silent all through the supper, said that her son was going down to Mount Melleray in a week or so. The table then spoke of Mount Melleray, how bracing the air was down there, how hospitable the monks were and how they never asked for a penny-piece from their guests.

在特别寒冷的一月份的夜晚我们驾乘在旅途稳步行驶时见到了门廊的灯的亮光,笔者跟我们那些“积极行动的青春小队”说:“一定正是这家了。”我们把车停在一栋旧房子前,门廊灯的亮光很亮。大家拿出歌集,走上场阶敲了敲门,听到里面传播八个软弱的声息:“进来吧,门开着吧”,我们推开了门。

As we slowly drove down the street on that cold December evening we spotted the porch light。 “This must be the house。” I told our “Positive Teens In Action” group。 We pulled up in front of an older home with the porch light glowing。 We gathered up our song books, walked up the steps, and knocked on the door。 We heard a faint voice from inside say, “Come on in。 The door is open。“ We opened the door。

"And do you mean to say," asked Mr. Browne incredulously, "that a chap can go down there and put up there as if it were a hotel and live on the fat of the land and then come away without paying anything?"

There in a rocking chair sat an elderly woman with a big smile on her face。 “I‘ve been expecting you。” she said weakly。 Ruth was one of our Meals On Wheels stops I had arranged; along with the usual church members who enjoyed carolers。 We handed Ruth the basket of goodies the teens had assembled earlier that evening。 Then I asked Ruth what carols she would like to hear。 Ruth’s face was beaming as she joined in singing each song。

在十分相当冷的十月份的晚间大家驾驶在旅途稳步行驶时见到了门廊的灯的亮光,笔者跟大家以此“积极行动的青年小队”说:“一定正是这家了。”大家把车停在一栋旧屋家前,门廊电灯的光很亮。我们拿出歌集,走上台阶敲了敲门,听到里面传播八个白手起家的声息:“进来呢,门开着吧”,大家推开了门。

"O, most people give some donation to the monastery when they leave." said Mary Jane.

摇椅上坐着一个人老太太,脸上带着秀丽的笑脸,她微弱地说:“作者一贯盼着你们来。”Ruth的家是本人安排的上门外卖服务的一站,和我们一齐来的还或者有喜欢唱圣歌的常去教堂的人。大家递给Ruth一篮子美味的食物,都以咱们最近几年轻人那天上午提前装好的。然后本人问Ruth她想听哪边圣诞颂歌,她跟着唱每首歌时脸上都洋溢着笑容。

There in a rocking chair sat an elderly woman with a big smile on her face。 “I‘ve been expecting you。” she said weakly。 Ruth was one of our Meals On Wheels stops I had arranged; along with the usual church members who enjoyed carolers。 We handed Ruth the basket of goodies the teens had assembled earlier that evening。 Then I asked Ruth what carols she would like to hear。 Ruth’s face was beaming as she joined in singing each song。

"I wish we had an institution like that in our Church," said Mr. Browne candidly.

As we hugged Ruth good-bye she said to me with tears glistening in her eyes, “The day you called I was still in bed。 I had just finished praying。 I asked God if it would be possible to have some Christmas Carolers come to my home and sing this year。 Thank you for being the answer to my Christmas prayer。“

摇椅上坐着壹位老太太,脸上带着灿烂的一举一动,她微弱地说:“笔者直接盼着你们来。”Ruth的家是自家安顿的上门外送食品服务的一站,和大家一齐来的还会有喜欢唱圣歌的常去教堂的人。大家递给鲁思一篮子山珍海错,都以大家那几个小朋友这天夜里提早装好的。然后本人问Ruth她想听什么圣诞颂歌,她跟着唱每首歌时脸颊都洋溢着笑容。

He was astonished to hear that the monks never spoke, got up at two in the morning and slept in their coffins. He asked what they did it for.

小编们跟Ruth拥抱说再见时,她双眼里闪着泪光对自己说:“你打电话那天作者还躺在床的面上,刚刚做完祷告,小编问上帝今年可不可以让唱圣诞颂歌的人来作者家唱赞扬诗。谢谢您使本人梦想成真。”

As we hugged Ruth good-bye she said to me with tears glistening in her eyes, “The day you called I was still in bed。 I had just finished praying。 I asked God if it would be possible to have some Christmas Carolers come to my home and sing this year。 Thank you for being the answer to my Christmas prayer。“

"That's the rule of the order," said Aunt Kate firmly.

Wow, what an awesome experience to have the opportunity to be the answer to someone‘s Christmas prayer。

大家跟Ruth拥抱说再见时,她双眼里闪着泪光对本人说:“你打电话这天笔者还躺在床面上,刚刚做完祷告,笔者问上帝今年是或不是让唱圣诞颂歌的人来作者家唱赞叹诗。感激您使自己梦想成真。”

"Yes, but why?" asked Mr. Browne.

哇哦,能使别人的弥撒得以兑现是多棒的三遍经历呀。

Wow, what an awesome experience to have the opportunity to be the answer to someone‘s Christmas prayer。

Aunt Kate repeated that it was the rule, that was all. Mr. Browne still seemed not to understand. Freddy Malins explained to him, as best he could, that the monks were trying to make up for the sins committed by all the sinners in the outside world. The explanation was not very clear for Mr. Browne grinned and said:

Bible Text: When you pray, go to your room, close the door, and pray to your Father who is unseen。 And your Father, who sees what you do in private, will reward you。 Matthew 6:6

哇哦,能使外人的弥撒得以兑现是多棒的二遍经历呀。

"I like that idea very much but wouldn't a comfortable spring bed do them as well as a coffin?"

《圣经》原作:祈祷时要去室内,关上门向无形的上帝祈祷,上帝看见你在神秘祈祷,就能够回报给您。

Bible Text: When you pray, go to your room, close the door, and pray to your Father who is unseen。 And your Father, who sees what you do in private, will reward you。 Matthew 6:6

"The coffin," said Mary Jane, "is to remind them of their last end."

《圣经》最早的作品:祈祷时要去室内,关上门向无形的上帝祈祷,上帝看见你在神秘祈祷,就能回报给您。马太福音 6:6

As the subject had grown lugubrious it was buried in a silence of the table during which Mrs. Malins could be heard saying to her neighbour in an indistinct undertone:

"They are very good men, the monks, very pious men."

The raisins and almonds and figs and apples and oranges and chocolates and sweets were now passed about the table and Aunt Julia invited all the guests to have either port or sherry. At first Mr. Bartell D'Arcy refused to take either but one of his neighbours nudged him and whispered something to him upon which he allowed his glass to be filled. Gradually as the last glasses were being filled the conversation ceased. A pause followed, broken only by the noise of the wine and by unsettlings of chairs. The Misses Morkan, all three, looked down at the tablecloth. Someone coughed once or twice and then a few gentlemen patted the table gently as a signal for silence. The silence came and Gabriel pushed back his chair

The patting at once grew louder in encouragement and then ceased altogether. Gabriel leaned his ten trembling fingers on the tablecloth and smiled nervously at the company. Meeting a row of upturned faces he raised his eyes to the chandelier. The piano was playing a waltz tune and he could hear the skirts sweeping against the drawing-room door. People, perhaps, were standing in the snow on the quay outside, gazing up at the lighted windows and listening to the waltz music. The air was pure there. In the distance lay the park where the trees were weighted with snow. The Wellington Monument wore a gleaming cap of snow that flashed westward over the white field of Fifteen Acres.

He began:

"Ladies and Gentlemen,

"It has fallen to my lot this evening, as in years past, to perform a very pleasing task but a task for which I am afraid my poor powers as a speaker are all too inadequate."

"No, no!" said Mr. Browne.

"But, however that may be, I can only ask you tonight to take the will for the deed and to lend me your attention for a few moments while I endeavour to express to you in words what my feelings are on this occasion.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is not the first time that we have gathered together under this hospitable roof, around this hospitable board. It is not the first time that we have been the recipients -- or perhaps, I had better say, the victims -- of the hospitality of certain good ladies."

He made a circle in the air with his arm and paused. Everyone laughed or smiled at Aunt Kate and Aunt Julia and Mary Jane who all turned crimson with pleasure. Gabriel went on more boldly:

"I feel more strongly with every recurring year that our country has no tradition which does it so much honour and which it should guard so jealously as that of its hospitality. It is a tradition that is unique as far as my experience goes (and I have visited not a few places abroad) among the modern nations. Some would say, perhaps, that with us it is rather a failing than anything to be boasted of. But granted even that, it is, to my mind, a princely failing, and one that I trust will long be cultivated among us. Of one thing, at least, I am sure. As long as this one roof shelters the good ladies aforesaid -- and I wish from my heart it may do so for many and many a long year to come -- the tradition of genuine warm-hearted courteous Irish hospitality, which our forefathers have handed down to us and which we in turn must hand down to our descendants, is still alive among us."

A hearty murmur of assent ran round the table. It shot through Gabriel's mind that Miss Ivors was not there and that she had gone away discourteously: and he said with confidence in himself:

"Ladies and Gentlemen,

"A new generation is growing up in our midst, a generation actuated by new ideas and new principles. It is serious and enthusiastic for these new ideas and its enthusiasm, even when it is misdirected, is, I believe, in the main sincere. But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hypereducated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day. Listening tonight to the names of all those great singers of the past it seemed to me, I must confess, that we were living in a less spacious age. Those days might, without exaggeration, be called spacious days: and if they are gone beyond recall let us hope, at least, that in gatherings such as this we shall still speak of them with pride and affection, still cherish in our hearts the memory of those dead and gone great ones whose fame the world will not willingly let die."

"Hear, hear!" said Mr. Browne loudly.

"But yet," continued Gabriel, his voice falling into a softer inflection, "there are always in gatherings such as this sadder thoughts that will recur to our minds: thoughts of the past, of youth, of changes, of absent faces that we miss here tonight. Our path through life is strewn with many such sad memories: and were we to brood upon them always we could not find the heart to go on bravely with our work among the living. We have all of us living duties and living affections which claim, and rightly claim, our strenuous endeavours.

"Therefore, I will not linger on the past. I will not let any gloomy moralising intrude upon us here tonight. Here we are gathered together for a brief moment from the bustle and rush of our everyday routine. We are met here as friends, in the spirit of good-fellowship, as colleagues, also to a certain extent, in the true spirit of camaraderie, and as the guests of -- what shall I call them? -- the Three Graces of the Dublin musical world."

The table burst into applause and laughter at this allusion. Aunt Julia vainly asked each of her neighbours in turn to tell her what Gabriel had said.

"He says we are the Three Graces, Aunt Julia," said Mary Jane.

Aunt Julia did not understand but she looked up, smiling, at Gabriel, who continued in the same vein:

"Ladies and Gentlemen,

"I will not attempt to play tonight the part that Paris played on another occasion. I will not attempt to choose between them. The task would be an invidious one and one beyond my poor powers. For when I view them in turn, whether it be our chief hostess herself, whose good heart, whose too good heart, has become a byword with all who know her, or her sister, who seems to be gifted with perennial youth and whose singing must have been a surprise and a revelation to us all tonight, or, last but not least, when I consider our youngest hostess, talented, cheerful, hard-working and the best of nieces, I confess, Ladies and Gentlemen, that I do not know to which of them I should award the prize."

Gabriel glanced down at his aunts and, seeing the large smile on Aunt Julia's face and the tears which had risen to Aunt Kate's eyes, hastened to his close. He raised his glass of port gallantly, while every member of the company fingered a glass expectantly, and said loudly:

"Let us toast them all three together. Let us drink to their health, wealth, long life, happiness and prosperity and may they long continue to hold the proud and self-won position which they hold in their profession and the position of honour and affection which they hold in our hearts."

All the guests stood up, glass in hand, and turning towards the three seated ladies, sang in unison, with Mr. Browne as leader:

For they are jolly gay fellows,
For they are jolly gay fellows,
For they are jolly gay fellows,
Which nobody can deny.

Aunt Kate was making frank use of her handkerchief and even Aunt Julia seemed moved. Freddy Malins beat time with his pudding-fork and the singers turned towards one another, as if in melodious conference, while they sang with emphasis:

Unless he tells a lie,
Unless he tells a lie,

Then, turning once more towards their hostesses, they sang:

For they are jolly gay fellows,
For they are jolly gay fellows,
For they are jolly gay fellows,
Which nobody can deny.

The acclamation which followed was taken up beyond the door of the supper-room by many of the other guests and renewed time after time, Freddy Malins acting as officer with his fork on high.

The piercing morning air came into the hall where they were standing so that Aunt Kate said:

"Close the door, somebody. Mrs. Malins will get her death of cold."

"Browne is out there, Aunt Kate," said Mary Jane.

"Browne is everywhere," said Aunt Kate, lowering her voice.

Mary Jane laughed at her tone.

"Really," she said archly, "he is very attentive."

"He has been laid on here like the gas," said Aunt Kate in the same tone, "all during the Christmas."

She laughed herself this time good-humouredly and then added quickly:

"But tell him to come in, Mary Jane, and close the door. I hope to goodness he didn't hear me."

At that moment the hall-door was opened and Mr. Browne came in from the doorstep, laughing as if his heart would break. He was dressed in a long green overcoat with mock astrakhan cuffs and collar and wore on his head an oval fur cap. He pointed down the snow-covered quay from where the sound of shrill prolonged whistling was borne in.

"Teddy will have all the cabs in Dublin out," he said.

Gabriel advanced from the little pantry behind the office, struggling into his overcoat and, looking round the hall, said:

"Gretta not down yet?"

"She's getting on her things, Gabriel," said Aunt Kate.

"Who's playing up there?" asked Gabriel.

"Nobody. They're all gone."

"O no, Aunt Kate," said Mary Jane. "Bartell D'Arcy and Miss O'Callaghan aren't gone yet."

"Someone is fooling at the piano anyhow," said Gabriel.

Mary Jane glanced at Gabriel and Mr. Browne and said with a shiver:

"It makes me feel cold to look at you two gentlemen muffled up like that. I wouldn't like to face your journey home at this hour."

"I'd like nothing better this minute," said Mr. Browne stoutly, "than a rattling fine walk in the country or a fast drive with a good spanking goer between the shafts."

"We used to have a very good horse and trap at home," said Aunt Julia sadly.

"The never-to-be-forgotten Johnny," said Mary Jane, laughing.

Aunt Kate and Gabriel laughed too.

"Why, what was wonderful about Johnny?" asked Mr. Browne.

"The late lamented Patrick Morkan, our grandfather, that is," explained Gabriel, "commonly known in his later years as the old gentleman, was a glue-boiler."

"O, now, Gabriel," said Aunt Kate, laughing, "he had a starch mill."

"Well, glue or starch," said Gabriel, "the old gentleman had a horse by the name of Johnny. And Johnny used to work in the old gentleman's mill, walking round and round in order to drive the mill. That was all very well; but now comes the tragic part about Johnny. One fine day the old gentleman thought he'd like to drive out with the quality to a military review in the park."

"The Lord have mercy on his soul," said Aunt Kate compassionately.

"Amen," said Gabriel. "So the old gentleman, as I said, harnessed Johnny and put on his very best tall hat and his very best stock collar and drove out in grand style from his ancestral mansion somewhere near Back Lane, I think."

Everyone laughed, even Mrs. Malins, at Gabriel's manner and Aunt Kate said:

"O, now, Gabriel, he didn't live in Back Lane, really. Only the mill was there."

"Out from the mansion of his forefathers," continued Gabriel, "he drove with Johnny. And everything went on beautifully until Johnny came in sight of King Billy's statue: and whether he fell in love with the horse King Billy sits on or whether he thought he was back again in the mill, anyhow he began to walk round the statue."

Gabriel paced in a circle round the hall in his goloshes amid the laughter of the others.

"Round and round he went," said Gabriel, "and the old gentleman, who was a very pompous old gentleman, was highly indignant. 'Go on, sir! What do you mean, sir? Johnny! Johnny! Most extraordinary conduct! Can't understand the horse!"

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