SOME CHARACTERISTICS OF THE COMPENDIOUS GUIDE TO THE DUTCH LANGUAGE.
POLITE DIALOGUES.--HOW TO BUY A CASTOR.--NOT MURDERED?--GIJ
ZIJT GERESTAUREERD.--THE ENGERT.--BETAALD ZETTEN.--GEKT GIJ ER
MEDE?--DUIZENDMAAL VERSCHOONING, MEJUFFROUW!
There was something good on every page, as might be expected from the
very preface. And, withal, there was a steady process of boasting about
its own merits that was most refreshing in the barren realm of grammar.
With mock modesty it dubbed itself on the title page, "The Compendious
Guide," and followed this up with another title "_Korte Wegwijzer tot
de nederduitsche taal_." The whole compilation was evidently the work
of several generations of literary gentlemen, who aimed at the 'Polish
of the Civilized Lady' in quite different ways, but whose united
efforts certainly made 'The Work' remarkably incoherent.
We all quizzed O'Neill unmercifully about the Civilized Lady, and read
some dialogues with immense satisfaction. So uproarious, indeed, did
the fun become at last, that our neighbours on the stair came trooping
in. Three of them were Cape-students, hard-working medicals, whom we
never heard speaking Dutch, though we were well aware they must have
known it. Like the others, they insisted on a full explanation of the
tumult, and we showed them "Boyton". They didn't mind so much about the
Civilized Lady; but when they turned to the Polite Dialogues at the
end, a kind of shudder seemed to pass through them, as if they had got
an electric shock--till finally they dropped the book and screamed with
delight.
"Why! that's nothing so very odd", said O'Neill, looking hurt. "I have
often used lots of those phrases." Picking up the dishevelled leaves
from the floor, he ran his eye down a page or two and said: "Yes, of
course. These things are all right: A bit stiff and bookish, perhaps;
but correct, quite correct. You fellows needn't be so excited over
nothing."
"Read us some!" clamoured the men from the Cape. "Read us some of the
dialogues you imitated. Go on! Read!"
"Oh!" said O'Neill, "almost any one of these conversations about common
things is good enough. Here, for instance." And he took the book in his
hand and walked about the room, giving us first the English--then the
Dutch.
="TOUCHING BUYING AND SELLING.= =WEGENS KOOPEN EN VERKOOPEN.=
Have you any fine hats? Hebt gij mooije hoeden?
This is one of the finest in Daar is een van de fraaiste in 't
the Country. land.
Yes, Sir; this is a dreadfully Ja, hoedemaker; deze tenminste is
nice one. ijsselijk mooi.
Just come close to the fire, Eilieve! kruip bij het vuur,
Sir; and examine that hat mijnheer; en bezie dien hoed
narrowly. eens wel."
"That conversation," said the Professor, "must have been of immense
help to you now in modern Holland?"
"Hm"--replied Jack doubtfully.
"O'Neill," said I; "Stop! You're making that out of your head. That
stuff's never in any book."
"Well," was the hasty reply; "I see this isn't so good as some
parts--not so practical, perhaps; but that's all here. Wait a bit....
Now listen. Here's something better. Hush!"
="BETWEEN TWO ENGLISH GENTLEMEN.= =TUSSCHEN TWEE ENGELSCHE HEEREN.=
My dear Friend, I am extremely Waarde Vriend! ik ben ten uiterste
happy to see you. verheugd u te zien (bezigtigen,
of a house).
It has been reported for a Men heeft voor de waarheid verteld
certainty that you were taken (als eene zekerheid verhaald) dat
by the Turks and murdered gij van de Turken genomen waart
halfway between Leghorn and en gemoord halfwege tusschen
Civita Vecchia. Livorno en Civita Vecchia.
But these atrocities did not Maar deze gruwelen zijn mij niet
befall me! gebeurd!
You are convinced it is not Gij zijt overtuigd dat zulks
true? onwaar is?
I am. Gewisselijk.
I rejoice that you are restored. Ik verheug mij dat gij heelemaal
hersteld zijt geweest (of a
building: geheel en al
gerestaureerd geworden)."
There was a noise in the room at this, but O'Neill went on boldly to
finish the Dialogue.
"Are you speaking in jest? Gekt gij ermede?
I do not jest. Ik gek er niet mede."
"That's enough--quite enough--for the present", said the Cape men.
"We'll borrow the +Wegwijzer+ from you, and bring it back safe.
"No, there's no fear we'll mislay it, or harm it. Much too valuable for
that. But--you'll excuse us; we can hardly believe you've got that
actually in print. And we're curious to know what kind of rules those
learned grammarians give. You'll lend us this mine of wisdom for a few
days, won't you? Thank you, so much.
"And by the way, here are some of your own notes. What's this about
_engert_?"
"Oh", said O'Neill; "that's a reminder about a neat phrase I picked up
from my landlady. Did I never tell you?
"Well. When my cousin came over, you know, on his way to Germany, he
stayed with me a couple of days. He's very athletic--a fine wiry,
muscular young fellow, lithe as a willow, as you are aware. So I wasn't
astonished at overhearing the landlady and a crony of hers discussing
him. They used a rumble of unintelligible words about Terence, as he
passed the two of them on the stairs with the slightest of nods, and
mounted three steps at a time, whistling as he went. There was no
mistake about their referring to him; and amid the chaos of sounds I
caught the words _eng_ and _engert_.
Curious to know how Terence's agility, or perhaps his swarthy
complexion, had affected them, I turned up these terms of admiration
in my dictionary; and found _eng_, 'thin', 'narrow'. The longer word
wasn't there. But on the whole it seemed safe to conclude from _eng_
meaning 'narrow', that _engert_ would work out something like "fine
strapping fellow and in excellent training". If that was it, my
landlady had hit the nail on the head. For Terence had just been
carrying all before him at the last Trinity sports.
Her admiring criticism I duly entered in my notes and kept for use.
Some days after Terence had left, the landlady was praising her son's
cleverness to me; and to please her I just said that he was a wonderful
boy. 'Mirakel van een jongen' was the expression I employed; and I was
quite proud of it. But she didn't seem appreciative of my effort, so I
fell back on her own idiom. Fortunately the lad was quite slender, and
I could dwell with satisfaction on the suitability of my new word.
"Hij is zoo eng", I said. "Ja juffrouw hij is een engert!--een echte
engert!!"
She received my encomium on her boy with speechless indignation, and
rose and left the room. You can't be too careful", added O'Neill
thoughtfully.
"Jack," said one of the students. "I prefer your own notes even to
Boyton. Haven't you some more? Ah, what's this?" he enquired, turning
to some pencillings inside the back. "_Dat zou je wel willen_", he read
aloud, "'signification doubtful!'
"And here's one marked '_commercial_': 'We'll consider the transaction
as settled': Dutch apparently something like, '_Dat zal ik u betaald
zetten_'. Here's another labelled, '_not deftig, but very popular_':
'_Ben je niet goed snik?_' Translation _seems_ to be: 'you're not quite
able to follow my meaning.'
"Ah! No more? That's a pity."
"Oh I have plenty more," interposed O'Neill; "but not here. And you
want to read this Boyton volume."
"Let me finish the 'Dialogue between English gentlemen', and you may
have The Work.
The first Englishman says: "Ik bid U, mijnheer; laat mij geene
onheusheid begaan."
Then the other, the man who had been so disappointed that his friend
wasn't murdered, answers politely: "Ik weet zeer wel welke +eerbied+
ik U schuldig ben."
Up to this moment the two acquaintances seemed to have got on fairly
well together in spite of some difficulties. Why two Englishmen when
they met in Paris about the year of grace 1805 should plunge into a
complimentary dialogue in Dutch, is not very clear. But that there was
a lurking feeling of antagonism in the +gossip's+ mind towards his
compatriot, seems to be shown by the remark that he now makes to wind
up the dialogue.
"_Mejuffrouw_(!) _ik bid U duizendmaal om verschooning, indien ik heden
eenige onheusheid omtrent U bega._"
That was final. The returned traveller hasn't a word for himself, after
he is called 'mejuffrouw.'
"Mind you, gentlemen," continued O'Neill, holding Boyton aloft like a
trophy, "if I +did+ try to stop too prolonged conversations in that
gracefully irrelevant fashion, I had caught the trick of it from
Brandnetel himself. You have only to go on heaping civilities on your
wearisome talker's head, but take care to call him, just once,
Mejuffrouw, and he'll have to go. It's a neat way of saying Good-bye.
I never found the method to fail.
Some day I'll tell you how supremely effective I found that unexpected
little turn.
Why it's nearly as good as _Zanik nouw niet_."