Chapter 32 Section five

Lowell hurried to Craigie's, wishing he had come on horseback.As he crossed the street, he suddenly staggered back, watching the scene in front of him warily. A tall, gaunt figure in a bowler hat and plaid waistcoat stood out prominently in the lively market place.Lowell had seen the same man leaning against an elm tree staring at him in Harvard Square, and seen him approach Bucky on campus.It's not that Agassi's new discovery just now is not enough to arouse Lowell's interest. His attention is diverted because the person who is talking to this person is his student Edward Sheldon.In fact, Sheldon wasn't just talking, he was snarling at the man, as if ordering a stubborn servant to finish a missed chore.

After that, Sheldon wrapped her black coat tightly and walked away without any anger left.For a moment Lowell couldn't decide who to follow.Sheldon?He can always be found at school.Lowell decided to follow the stranger who was walking along the ring road into a crowd of walkers and carriages. Lowell ran through several stalls.A vendor held up a lobster to sell to him, and Lowell slapped it to the ground.A girl handing out leaflets slipped one into Lowell's coat pocket. "Would you like a leaflet, sir?" "No!" Lowell yelled.After a while, the poet caught sight of the figure of the man across the road.He got into a crowded carriage and was waiting for change from the conductor.

The conductor rang his bell, and the carriage began to drive down the driveway to the bridge.Lowell jogged a few steps on the carriageway, and easily caught up with the slow-moving carriage.Just as the conductor turned around, he clung to the escalator on the platform. "Lini Miller?" "Sir, my name is Lowell. I have to say a few words to a passenger in the carriage." The carriage went faster and faster, Lowell squeezed a foot in and stepped on the rear ladder that had been pulled up. "Linnie Miller? Are you back on duty so soon?" The conductor reached out with a cane and tapped Lowell's gloved hand. "You're going to dirty our beautiful carriage again, Linney! It's not time to change shifts!"

"Wrong person! Sir, my name is not Lini!" The conductor couldn't beat him hard, so Lowell had to step on the driveway with both feet and let go of the escalator. Hoofs clinking, bells jingling, Lowell raised his voice, yelling at the irate conductor that he meant no harm.Suddenly, he realized that the bell was ringing from behind, that is to say, another carriage was coming from behind him.He turned his head and looked behind him, his footsteps naturally slowed down, and the carriage in front of him went away in an instant.Lowell jumped out of the driveway, and he had no choice but to see his heels crushed by the galloping horse.

At this time, at Craigie House, Longfellow ushered into the drawing room a man named Robert Todd Lincoln, the late President's son who had given Lowell's Dante lessons in 1864.Lowell promised to come here to meet Agassi after he had met him, but Longfellow had not arrived, and Longfellow had to greet him himself. "Oh, dear Papa!" put in Annie, bouncing in. "We're almost done with the latest issue, Papa! Would you like to have a preview?" "Okay, honey, but I'm busy right now." "Go, Mr. Longfellow," said the young man, "I'm in no hurry."

Longfellow picked up the handwritten journals that his three daughters "published" regularly. "Yo, this seems like the best issue you've ever done. Wonderful, Panzi????. I read it cover to cover tonight. Did you typeset this page?" "Yes!" replied Anne. "This column, and this one, and the riddle. Can you solve the riddle?" "One lake in America is the size of three states." Longfellow smiled as he browsed the rest of the page, a charade, a feature "My Eventful Yesterday (From Morning to Night)," by AA Long Filo. "Ah, interesting, my dear." Longfellow stared suspiciously at the last stanza. "Panzie, it says you let a visitor into the house last night before you went to bed."

"Oh, yes. I was going down to get some milk, but then I forgot. He said I was a good hostess, Pa." "When was that, Panzi?" "During your club meeting, of course. You said no one should disturb you during the meeting." "Annie!" Edith scolded from the stairwell. "Alice needs to revise the catalog page. Get your copy up quickly!" "She's always the editor," complained Anne, taking the journal from Longfellow.He followed Anne into the living room, and as she was about to reach the private office—their brother's bedroom—he looked up the stairs and asked, "Penzie, who was that visitor last night?"

"What are you talking about, Dad? I only saw him once last night." "Do you remember what he looked like? Maybe that should be added. Maybe you can talk to him yourself and ask him where he came from." "Excellent! A tall black person, very handsome, with a cloth coat on. I told him to wait for you, papa--I really did. Didn't he do what I said? Presumably He got tired of standing here and went home. Do you know his name, papa?" Longfellow nodded. "Then tell me, Dad! I can interview him like you said." "Officer Nicholas Ray of the Boston Police Department."

Lowell burst in through the front door. "Longfellow, I have a lot to say..." But he closed his mouth when he saw the bored look on his neighbor's face. "Longfellow, what's the matter?" Early that morning, Officer Ray was ushered into the unpretentious reception room, where he stayed alone, gazing at the small patch of weather-beaten elm trees that stood in Harvard Square.A group of gray-haired people entered the synagogue in a procession. They were all neatly dressed, all wearing knee-length black tailcoats and tall hats, dressed like people in a monastery. A group of people were coming out of the school board meeting room, and Ray walked in head-on.Ray introduced himself to Mr. Thomas Hill, the headmaster, who was talking to a man from the college's governing body.Hearing Lei mention the police, the man stopped coldly.

"Is it related to our students, sir?" Dr. Manning stopped talking to Hill, and turned around on the spot, facing the mulatto police officer with his tough white beard. "I have a few questions for Principal Hill. Actually, what I want to ask concerns Professor Lowell." Manning's yellow eyes widened suddenly, and he insisted on staying.He closed the double doors and sat down next to Principal Hill at the round mahogany table, facing the officer.Ray saw at a glance that Hill didn't want this other person to stay and dictate. "I wanted to ask, what do you know about what Mr. Lovell has been doing, Headmaster?" Ray asked.

"Mr. Lowell? Undoubtedly, he is the best poet and satirist in all of England." Hill said with a smile on his face. Fables for a Critic - my favorite reads. Besides that, he edited the North American Review. You know, he was the first editor of The Atlantic! Ha, I'm sure Our bard is busy compiling his journal." Nicholas took out a piece of note paper from his vest pocket and rubbed it in his palm. "I've come here specifically to ask for advice on a poem, and I believe he's been helping others translate it." Manning bent his fingers into a tower shape, staring at the folded paper in the police officer's hand, his eyeballs were about to fall out. "Dear Officer," Manning said, "Is there something wrong?" He looked strange, as if hoping that Ray would give him an affirmative answer. before...Ray studied Manning's face, the old pedant's elastic mouth twitching in anticipation. Manning stroked the shiny scalp on top of his head.before me. "What I want to ask is..." Manning began, trying to adopt another tactic—he was less nervous now. "Has there been trouble? Some kind of accusation?" Principal Hill pinched the fat on his chin, thinking that it would be nice if Manning had just left with the rest of the school board. "Should we send this to Professor Lowell himself and discuss it with him?" Before me, nothing was created, There are only eternal things; and I am eternal. What does it mean?If Longfellow and his poets recognized the words, why did they hide them from him? "Nonsense, Mr. Headmaster," Manning snapped, "Professor Lowell will not trouble himself for trivial matters. Officer, if there is any trouble, I must insist that you point it out to us immediately, we will think about it with due speed and judgment. It is said, Sergeant," said Manning, leaning forward cheerfully, "that Professor Lowell and several literary fellows have been trying to introduce a certain literary work into our city. , but it does not fit here. Its teachings will disturb the peace of millions of noble hearts. As a member of the University Council, it is my duty to defend the good reputation of this university against any such and such tarnishment. Harvard's actions. The university's motto is 'Christ o etecclesiae' (Christ o etecclesiae), sir, and we are grateful for a truly Christian act." "But the motto used to be 'veritas,'" said Principal Hill quietly. "The truth." Manning shot him a hard look. Officer Lei hesitated for a moment, and put the slip of paper into his pocket, "I'm very interested in the poem Mr. Lowell is already working on translating. He thinks the gentlemen have the ability to direct me to the right people for advice." Dr. Manning's face flushed instantly. "You mean it's a purely literary visit?" he asked angrily.Before Ray could answer, Manning told him emphatically that Lowell was trying to fool him—and the Academy—for fun.If Ray wanted to study Satan's poetry, he could go to Satan. Ray crossed Harvard Square, the cold wind howling around the ancient buildings.He felt that he didn't really know what the purpose of this trip was.At this moment, the fire alarm sounded, and it seemed that every corner of the campus was ringing.Ray immediately ran.