MY DEAD SCHOOLMISTRESS.

女先生之死

Tuesday, 27th.

二十七日，星期二

While we were at the Theatre Vittorio Emanuele, my poor schoolmistress died. She died at two o'clock, a week after she had come to see my mother. The head-master came to the school yesterday morning to announce it to us; and he said: "Those of you who were her pupils know how good she was, how she loved her boys: she was a mother to them. Now, she is no more. For a long time a terrible malady has been sapping her life. If she had not been obliged to work to earn her bread, she could have taken care of herself, and perhaps recovered.

当我们在公立剧场时，女先生死了。她是于访问我母亲的一周后下午二时逝世的。昨天早晨，校长先生到我们教室里来告诉我们这事，说：“你们之中，凡曾受过先生的教育的，都应该知道。先生真是个好人，曾像爱自己儿子般爱着学生。先生已不在了。她病得很久，为生活计，不能不劳动，终于缩短了可以延续的生命。

At all events, she could have prolonged her life for several months, if she had procured a leave of absence. But she wished to remain among her boys to the very last day. On the evening of Saturday, the seventeenth, she took leave of them, with the certainty that she should never see them again. She gave them good advice, kissed them all, and went away sobbing. No one will ever behold her again. Remember her, my boys!" Little Precossi, who had been one of her pupils in the upper primary, dropped his head on his desk and began to cry. Yesterday afternoon, after school, we all went together to the house of the dead woman, to accompany her to church.

如果能暂时休息养病，应该可以多延几个月吧。可是她总不肯抛离学生，星期六的傍晚，那是十七日这一天的事，说是将要不能再见学生了，亲去诀别。好好地训诫学生，一一与他们接吻了哭着回去。这先生现在已不能再见了，大家不要忘记先生啊。”在二年级时曾受过先生的教育的波来可西，把头俯在桌上哭泣起来了。昨天下午散学后，我们去送先生的葬。

There was a hearse in the street, with two horses, and many people were waiting, and conversing in a low voice. There was the head-master, all the masters and mistresses from our school, and from the other schoolhouses where she had taught in bygone years. There were nearly all the little children in her classes, led by the hand by their mothers, who carried tapers; and there were a very great many from the other classes, and fifty scholars from the Baretti School, some with wreaths in their hands, some with bunches of roses. A great many bouquets of flowers had already been placed on the hearse, upon which was fastened a large wreath of acacia, with an inscription in black letters: The old pupils of the fourth grade to their mistress. And under the large wreath a little one was suspended, which the babies had brought. Among the crowd were visible many servant-women, who had been sent by their mistresses with candles; and there were also two serving-men in livery, with lighted torches; and a wealthy gentleman, the father of one of the mistress's scholars, had sent his carriage, lined with blue satin. All were crowded together near the door. Several girls were wiping away their tears.

到了先生的寓所，见门口停着双马的枢车，许多人都低声谈说等待着。我们的学校里，从校长起，所有的先生都到了。先生以前曾任职过的别的学校，也都有先生来。先生所教过的幼小的学生，大抵都由手执蜡烛的母亲带领着。别级学生到的也很多，有拿花环的，有拿著花束的。柜车上已堆着许多花束，顶上放着大大的刺球花环，用黑文字记着：“五年级旧学生敬呈女先生”。大花环下挂着的小花环，那都是小学生拿来的。群众之中有执了蜡烛代主妇来送葬的佣妇，有两个执着火把的穿法衣的男仆，还有一个学生的父亲某绅士，乘了饰着青绸的马车来。大家都集在门旁，女孩们拭着泪。