The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories.

The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories.

But if his falsehoods are distressing, his innocence and his ignorance are enough to make one burn the book and despise the author.  In one place he was so appalled at the sudden spectacle of a murdered man, unveiled by the moonlight, that he jumped out of the window, going through sash and all, and then remarks with the most childlike simplicity that he “was not scared, but was considerably agitated.”  It puts us out of patience to note that the simpleton is densely unconscious that Lucrezia Borgia ever existed off the stage.  He is vulgarly ignorant of all foreign languages, but is frank enough to criticize, the Italians’ use of their own tongue.  He says they spell the name of their great painter “Vinci, but pronounce it Vinchy” —­and then adds with a naivete possible only to helpless ignorance, “foreigners always spell better than they pronounce.”  In another place he commits the bald absurdity of putting the phrase “tare an ouns” into an Italian’s mouth.  In Rome he unhesitatingly believes the legend that St. Philip Neri’s heart was so inflamed with divine love that it burst his ribs—­believes it wholly because an author with a learned list of university degrees strung after his name endorses it—­“otherwise,” says this gentle idiot, “I should have felt a curiosity to know what Philip had for dinner.”  Our author makes a long, fatiguing journey to the Grotto del Cane on purpose to test its poisoning powers on a dog—­got elaborately ready for the experiment, and then discovered that he had no dog.  A wiser person would have kept such a thing discreetly to himself, but with this harmless creature everything comes out.  He hurts his foot in a rut two thousand years old in exhumed Pompeii, and presently, when staring at one of the cinder-like corpses unearthed in the next square, conceives the idea that maybe it is the remains of the ancient Street Commissioner, and straightway his horror softens down to a sort of chirpy contentment with the condition of things.  In Damascus he visits the well of Ananias, three thousand years old, and is as surprised and delighted as a child to find that the water is “as pure and fresh as if the well had been dug yesterday.”  In the Holy Land he gags desperately at the hard Arabic and Hebrew Biblical names, and finally concludes to call them Baldwinsville, Williamsburgh, and so on, “for convenience of spelling.”

We have thus spoken freely of this man’s stupefying simplicity and innocence, but we cannot deal similarly with his colossal ignorance.  We do not know where to begin.  And if we knew where to begin, we certainly would not know where to leave off.  We will give one specimen, and one only.  He did not know, until he got to Rome, that Michael Angelo was dead!  And then, instead of crawling away and hiding his shameful ignorance somewhere, he proceeds to express a pious, grateful sort of satisfaction that he is gone and out of his troubles!

No, the reader may seek out the author’s exhibition of his uncultivation for himself.  The book is absolutely dangerous, considering the magnitude and variety of its misstatements, and the convincing confidence with which they are made.  And yet it is a text-book in the schools of America.

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