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欧·亨利《警察和赞美诗》原文和译文美国２０世纪初著名短篇小说家欧·亨利名篇，是短篇小说的杰作。
它写了一个流浪汉冬天来了无法再露宿街关，一心想进监狱换取三个月的食宿，几次三番为非作歹，警察却视而不见，不予理会。
等他在一条僻静的路边听到教堂里传出的赞美诗的音乐，并受到感染，决心弃旧图新自食其力时，警察却无缘无故地逮捕了他。
作者通过这个故事，揭露了美国社会是非颠倒，黑白不分，而流浪汉也是这个社会的牺牲品，是值得同情的人。
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------全文索比急躁不安地躺在麦迪逊广场的长凳上，辗转反侧。
每当雁群在夜空中引颈高歌，缺少海豹皮衣的女人对丈夫加倍的温存亲热，索比在街心公园的长凳上焦躁不安、翻来复去的时候，人们就明白，冬天已近在咫尺了。
一片枯叶落在索比的大腿上，那是杰克·弗洛斯特①的卡片。
杰克对麦迪逊广场的常住居民非常客气，每年来临之先，总要打一声招呼。
在十字街头，他把名片交给“户外大厦”的信使“北风”，好让住户们有个准备。
索比意识到，该是自己下决心的时候了，马上组织单人财务委员会，以便抵御即将临近的严寒，因此，他急躁不安地在长凳上辗转反侧。
索比越冬的抱负并不算最高，他不想在地中海巡游，也不想到南方去晒令人昏睡的太阳，更没想过到维苏威海湾漂泊。
他梦寐以求的只要在岛上待三个月就足够了。
整整三个月，有饭吃，有床睡，还有志趣相投的伙伴，而且不受“北风”和警察的侵扰。
对索比而言，这就是日思夜想的最大愿望。
多年来，好客的布莱克韦尔岛②的监狱一直是索比冬天的寓所。
正像福气比他好的纽约人每年冬天买票去棕榈滩③和里维埃拉④一样，索比也要为一年一度逃奔岛上作些必要的安排。
现在又到时候了。
昨天晚上，他睡在古老广场上喷水池旁的长凳上，用三张星期日的报纸分别垫在上衣里、包着脚踝、盖住大腿，也没能抵挡住严寒的袭击。
Origin al TextThe Cop and the Anthemby O .Henry1 On his benchin Madiso n Square Soapymoveduneasi ly. When wild goosehonk high of nights, and when womenwithou t sealsk in coatsgrow kind to theirhusban ds, and when Soapymovesuneasi ly on his benchin the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.2 A dead leaf fell in Soapy’slap.ThatwasJack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regula r denize ns of Madiso n Square, and givesfair warnin g of his annual call. At the corner s of street s his four handshis pasteb oardto the NorthWind, footma n of the mansio n of All Outdoo rs, so that the inhabi tants thereof may make ready.3 Soapy’smindbecame cognis ant of the fact that the time had come for himto resolv e himsel f into a singul ar Commit tee of Ways and Meansto provid e agains t the coming rigour Hard. And theref ore he moveduneasi ly on his bench.4 The hibern atori alAnambiti ons of Soapywere not of the highes t. In them were no consid erati ons of Medite rrane an cruise s, of sopori fic Southe rn skiesor drifti ng in the Vesuvi an Bay. Threemonths on the Island was what his soul craved. Threemonths of assure d boardand bed and congen ial compan y, safe from Boreas and blueco ats, seemed to Soapythe essenc e of things desira ble.5 For yearsthe hospit ableBlackw ell’shadbeenhiswinter quarte rs. Just as his more fortun ate fellow New Yorker s had bought theirticket s to Palm Beachand the Rivier a each winter, so Soapyhad made his humble arrang ement s for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previo us nightthreeSabbat h newspa pers, distri buted beneat h his coat, abouthis ankles and over his lap, had failed to repuls e the cold as he slepton his benchnear the spurti ng founta in in the ancien t square. So the Island loomed largeand timely in Soapy’smind. He scorne dDisthe provis ionsmade in the name of charit yforthecity’sdepend ents.In Soapy’sopinio n the Law was more benign than Philan throp y. Therewas an endles s roundof instit ution s, munici pal and eleemo synar y, on whichhe mightset out and receiv e lodgin g and food accord ant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’sproudspirit the giftsof charit y are encumb ered. If not in coin you must pay in humili ation of spirit for everybenefi t receiv ed at the handsof philan throp y. As Cesarhad his Brutus, everybed of charit y must have its toll of a bath, everyloaf of breadits compen satio n of a privat e and person al inquis ition. Wheref ore it is better to be a guestof the law, whichthough conduc ted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentle man’sprivat e affair s.6 Soapy,having decide d to go to the Island, at once set aboutaccomp lishi ng his desire. Therewere many easy ways of doingthis. The pleasa ntest was to dine luxuri ously at some expens ive restau rant; and then, afterdeclar ing insolv ency, be handed over quietl y and withou t uproar to a police man. An accomm odati ngmagist ratewoulddo the rest.7 Soapyleft his benchand stroll ed out of the square and across the levelsea of asphal t, whereBroadw ay and FifthAvenue flow togeth er. Up Broadw ay he turned, and halted at a glitte ringcafé, whereare gather ed togeth er nightl y the choice st produc ts of the grape, the silkwo rm and the protop lasm.8 Soapyhad confid encein himsel f from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black,ready-tied four-in-hand had been presen ted to him by a lady missio naryon Thanks givin g Day. If he couldreacha tablein the restau rantunsusp ected, succes s wouldbe his. The portio n of him that wouldshow abovethe tablewouldraiseno doubtin the waiter’smind. A roaste d mallar d duck, though t Soapy,wouldbe aboutthe thing—with a bottle of Chabli s, and then Camemb ert, a demi-tasseand a cigar. One dollar for the cigarwouldbe enough. The totalwouldnot be so high as to call forthany suprem e manife stati on of reveng e from the café manage ment; and yet the meat wouldleavehim filled and happyfor the journe y to his winter refuge.9 But as Soapyset foot inside the restau rantdoor the head waiter’seyefellupon his frayed trouse rs and decade nt shoes. Strong and readyhandsturned him aboutand convey ed him in silenc e and hasteto the sidewa lk and averte d the ignobl e fate of the menace d mallar d.10 Soapyturned off Broadw ay. It seemed that his routeto the covete d island was not to be an epicur ean one. Some otherway of enteri ng limbomust be though t of.11 At a corner of SixthAvenue electr ic lights and cunnin gly displa yed waresbehind plate-glassmade a shop window conspi cuous. Soapytook a cobble-stoneand dashed it throug h the glass.People came runnin g roundthe corner, a police man in the lead. Soapystoodstill, with his handsin his pocket s, and smiled at the sightof brassbutton s.12 “Where’sthemanthatdonethat?”inquir ed the office r excite dly.13 “Don’t you figure out that I mighthave had someth ing to do with it?”said Soapy, not withou t sarcas m, but friend ly, as one greets good fortun e.14 The police man’smindrefuse d to accept Soapyeven as a clue. Men who smashwindow s do not remain to parleywiththelaw’sminion s. They take to theirheels. The police man saw a man halfwa y down the blockrunnin g to catcha car. With drawnclub he joined in the pursui t. Soapy,with disgus t in his heart, loafed along, twiceunsucc essfu l.15 On the opposi te side of the street was a restau rantof no greatpreten sions. It catere d to largeappeti tes and modest purses. Its crocke ry and atmosp herewere thick;its soup and napery thin. Into this placeSoapytook his accusi ve shoesand tell-tale trouse rs withou t challe nge. At a tablehe sat and consum ed beefst eak, flap-jacks, doughn uts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betray ed the fact that the minute st coin and himsel f were strang ers.16 “Now,g et busy and call a cop,”saidSoapy.“Anddon’tkeepagentle manwaitin g.”16 “Nocopforyouse,”saidthewaiter, with a voicelike butter cakesand an eye like the cherry in a Manhat tan cockta il.“Hey,Con!”17 Neatly upon his left ear on the callou s paveme nt two waiter s pitche d Soapy. He arose, jointby joint, as a carpen ter’sruleopens, and beat the dust from his clothe s. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream.The Island seemed very far away. A police man who stoodbefore a drug storetwo doorsaway laughe d and walked down the street.18 Five blocks Soapytravel led before his courag e permit ted him to woo captur e again.This time the opport unity presen ted what he fatuou sly termed to himsel fa“cinch.” A youngwomanof a modest and pleasi ng guisewas standi ng before a show window gazing with sprigh tly intere st at its displa y of shavin g mugs and inksta nds, and two yardsfrom the window a largepolice man of severe demean our leaned agains t a water-plug.19 It was Soapy’sdesign to assume the rule of the despic ableand execra ted “masher.”Therefine d and elegan t appear anceof his victim and the contig uityof the consci entio us cop encour agedhim to believ e that he wouldsoon feel the pleasa nt offici al clutch upon his arm that wouldensure his winter quarte rs of the rightlittle, tightlittle isle.20 Soapystraig htene d the lady missio nary’sready-made tie, dragge d his shrink ing cuffsinto the open, set his hat at a killin g cant and sidled toward the youngwomen. He made eyes at her, was takenwith sudden coughsand“hems,”smiled, smirke d, and went brazen ly throug h the impude nt and contem ptibl e litany ofthe“masher.”With half an eyeAcSoapysaw that the police man was watchi ng him fixedl y. The youngwomanmovedaway a few steps, and againbestow ed her absorb ed attent ion upon the shavin g mugs. Soapyfollow ed, boldly steppi ng to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ahthere, Bedeli a!Don’tyouwanttocomeandplayinmyyard?”21 The police man was stilllookin g. The persec utedyoungwomanhad but to beckon a finger and Soapywouldbe practi cally en routefor his insula r haven. Alread y he imagin ed he couldfeel the cosy warmth of the statio n-house.The youngwomanfacedhim and, stretc hingout a hand, caught Soapy’scoatsleeve.22 “Sure, Mike,”shesaidjoyful ly, “ifyou’llblowmetoapailofsuds. I’dhave spoketo you sooner, but the cop was watchi ng.”With the youngwomanplayin g the clingi ng ivy to his oak Soapywalked past the police man overco me with gloom. He seemed doomed to libert y.23 At the next corner he shookoff his compan ion and ran. He halted in the distri ct whereby nightare foundthe lighte st street s, hearts, vows, and libret tos. Womenin furs and men in greatc oatsmovedgailyin the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapythat some dreadf ul enchan tment had render ed him immune to arrest. The though t brough t a little of panicupon it, and when he came uponanothe r police man loungi ng grandl y in frontof a transp lende nt theatr e he caught at the immedi ate strawof“disord erlyconduc t.”24 On the sidewa lk Soapybeganto yell drunke n gibber ish at the top of his harshvoice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherw ise distur bed the welkin.25 The police man twirle d his club, turned his back to Soapyand remark ed toa citize n: “Tiso ne of them Yale lads celebr atin’thegooseegg they give to the Hartfo rd Colleg e. Noisy; but no harm. We’veinstru ction stolavethembe.”26 Discon solat e, Soapyceased his unavai lingracket. Wouldnevera police man lay handson him? In his fancythe Island seemed an unatta inabl e Arcadi a. He button ed his thin coat agains t the chilli ng wind.27 In a cigarstorehe saw a well-dresse d man lighti ng a cigarat a swingi ng light.His silk umbrel la he had set by the door on enteri ng. Soapysteppe d inside, secure d the umbrel la and saunte red off with it slowly. The man at the cigarlightfollow ed hastil y.28 “Myumbrel la,”hesaidsternl y.29 “Oh, is it?”sneere d Soapy,adding insult to petitlarcen y.“Well, why don’tyoucallapolice man? I took it. Your umbrel la! Whydon’tyoucallacop? Therestands one on the corner.”30 The umbrel la ownerslowed his steps.Soapydid likewi se, with a presen timen t that luck wouldrun agains t him. The police man looked at the two curiou sly.31“Ofcourse,”saidtheumbrel la man—“thatis—well, you know how thesemistak es occur—I—ifit’syourumbrel laIhopeyou’llexcuse me—I picked it up this mornin g in a restau rant—If you recogn ise it as yours, why—Ihopeyou’ll—“32 “Ofcourseit’smine,”saidSoapyviciou sly.33 The ex-umbrel la man retrea ted. The police man hurrie d to assist a tall blonde in an operacloakacross the street in frontof a street car that was approa ching two blocks away.34 Soapywalked eastwa rd throug h a street damage d by improv ement s. He hurled the umbrel la wrathf ullyinto an excava tion.He mutter ed agains t the men who wear helmet s and carryclubs.Becaus e he wanted to fall into theirclutch es, they seemed to regard him as a king who coulddo no wrong.35 At length Soapyreache d one of the avenue s to the east wherethe glitte r and turmoi l was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madiso n Square, for the homing instin ct surviv es even when the home is a park bench.36 But on an unusua lly quietcorner Soapycame to a stands till. Here was an old church, quaint and rambli ng and gabled. Throug h one violet-staine d window a soft lightglowed, where,no doubt,the organi st loiter ed over the keys, making sure of his master y of the coming Sabbat h anthem. For theredrifte d out to Soapy’searssweetmusicthat caught and held him transf ixedagains t the convol ution s of the iron fence.37 The moon was above,lustro us and serene; vehicl es and pedest rains were few; sparro ws twitte red sleepi ly in the eaves—for a little whilethe scenemighthave been a countr y church yard.And the anthem that the organi st played cement ed Soapyto the iron fence,for he had knownit well in the days when his life contai ned such things as mother s and rosesand ambiti ons and friend s and immacu latethough ts and collar s.38 The conjun ction of Soapy’srecept ive stateof mind and the influe ncesaboutthe old church wrough t a sudden and wonder ful change in his soul. He viewed with swifthorror the pit into whichhe had tumble d, the degrad ed days, unwort hy desire s, dead hopes,wrecke d facult ies, and base motive s that made up his existe nce.39 And also in a moment his heartrespon ded thrill ingly to this novelmood. An instan taneo us and strong impuls e movedhim to battle with his desper ate fate. He wouldpull himsel f out of the mire; he wouldmake a man of himsel f again; he wouldconque r the evil that had takenposses sionof him. Therewas time; he was compar ative ly youngyet; he wouldresurr ect his old eagerambiti ons and pursue them withou t falter ing. Thosesolemn but sweetorgannoteshad set up a revolu tionin him. Tomorr ow he wouldgo into the roarin g down-town distri ct and find work. A fur import er had once offere d him a placeas driver. He wouldfind him to-morrow and ask for the positi on. He wouldbe somebo dy in the world. He would—40 Soapyfelt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickl y roundinto the broadface of a police man.41 “Whatareyoudoin’here?”askedthe office r.42 “Nothin g’,”saidSoapy.43“Th en come along,”saidthepolice man.44“Threemonths on the Island,”saidtheMagist ratein the Police Courtthe next mornin g.。
流浪汉A：索比穿着：破旧裤子，破皮鞋，马甲，黑领结流浪汉B：索普穿着：邋遢的便装警长警察旁白+法官侍者领班+市民（我）侍者+路人某一个晚上索比，索普睡在广场喷水池旁的长凳上，用三张星期日的报纸分别垫在上衣里、包着脚踝、盖住大腿，依然冻得瑟瑟发抖第二天早上两人急躁不安地躺在广场的长凳上，辗转反侧。
One nightSoapy, thorpe slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the square, with the three newspapers, Sunday in the top cover, wrapped in ankle, thigh, still shiveringThe second day morningThe two men lay anxiously on the bench in the square, tossing and turning旁白：冬天快要到了，他们得想想办法去岛上呆上三个月，多年来，好客的布莱克韦尔岛的监狱一直是两人冬天的寓所。
不要求在地中海巡游，也不要求到南方去晒令人昏睡的太阳，有吃有住就好，还有志趣相投的伙伴们，也没有北风和警察的侵扰。
那样的生活多好啊~！Narrator: winter is coming, they have to think of a way to stay on the island for three months, for years, the hospitable blackwell prison island has always been two people's home in the winter. Does not require a cruise in the Mediterranean, also went to the south does not require the sun bask in a coma, had to eat a live, there are like-minded partners, nor the intrusion of the north wind and the police. That's a good life.索比：（小声说）哼，那些以公益设施对城镇穷苦人没有一点作用，早点拆了才好，让我遭受精神的折磨，还不如法律来的好呢。
英语原文The Cop and the Anthem by O 。
HenryOn his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap. That was Jack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind. H e scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Cesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private a ffairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottleof Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass. People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.“Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.“Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentleman waiting.”“No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. “Hey, Con!”Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went b razenly through the impudentand contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play in my yard?”The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat sleeve.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos. Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turne d his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen: “’Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We’ve instructions to lave them be.”Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.“My umbrella,” he said sternly.“Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. “Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.“Of course,” said the umbrella man—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—““Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soa py’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would—Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.“Nothing’,” said Soapy.“Then come along,” said the policeman.“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。
The Stylistic Analysis on the storyThe Cop and the Anthem written by O.Henry2006691 张晓芬Abstract : The Cop and the Anthem written by O.Henry, similar to other O.Henry‟s other short stories, is ironic and humorous , digging deep to reveal the darker aspect of the society. Throughout the story, O.Henry employs overwrought irony and other various literary devices to enhance his theme that under the so-called capitalist democracy that Soapy attempted to seek for his special purpose from prison.; he did so many evil things yet no policeman sent him to prison; just when he was moved by an anthem and determined to start a new life he was captured by a policeman and tried for three months captivity in prison. With the purpose of analysis on how O.Henry uses stylistic techniques to engross readers in this incredible story, this thesis will firstly present an overview of stylistics and introduce some influential previous researches on O.Henry and his work The cop and the Anthem. Furthermore, it will carry out a comprehensive stylistic analysis of this story in lexical, syntactic, semantic and contextual aspects. During the course of analyzing the story we are providing the understand for reading and raising language awareness and enhancing linguistic and stylistic and literary competence.Key word: stylistic analysis O.Henry The Cop and the AnthemI. Introduction1. Brief Account of the AuthorWilliam Sidney Porter，this master of short stories is much better known under his pen name “ O. Henry”. He was born in Greensboro, North Carolina on September 11，1862, where he spent his childhood. his only former education was received at the school of his aunt Lina. He worked as apprentice, pharmacist, cowboy, clerk, book keeper since fifteen years old. By 1887, Porter began working as a draftsman in the General Land Office, in 1891, he became a teller with the First Nation Bank in Austin. then starting in 1895 he wrote a column for the Houston Daily Post.Meanwhile, Porter was accused of embezzling funds from bank, he fled to Honduras. On hearing his wife‟s illness, he came back, but was found guilty of the banking charges and sentenced to in an Ohio prison. The tough life experience laid a deep foundation of his writing career. He emerged from prison as “O.Henry” to help shield his true identity. After released in 1901, he moved to New Y ork, wholly devoted himself to literature.O. Henry wrote with realistic detail based on his first hand experiences both in Texas and in New Y ork city. he published ten collections of stories and over 600 short stories during his lifetime. O. Henry is commonly associated with the short story and the masterful ironic plot.2. Brief Account of the “The Cop and Anthem”Soapy, the hero of the story, might set out to find a lodgings for winter. In his mind, the ideal place is prison. So Soapy did various bad things in order to enter the prison: he ever set foot inside a café for a free meal but he failed; he ever dashed a stone into a glass but the policeman refused to accept Soapy as a clue; then Soapy successfully had a big meal in a restaurant yet he was just beaten instead of being sent to prison; he ever lured a woman in order to be captured by the policeman but the woman was a prostitute and he failed to be captured by the policeman again; then Soapy began to yell drunk gibberish, however, the policeman disregarded him as a Y ale student and pardoned him; in a cigar store he took a man‟s umbrella in public yet that man was not the true owner of it, too, thus Soapy failed again. And at this time, he heard the anthem from a church and he was greatly moved by the anthem and determined to start a new lift. But just at this time, a policeman captured him for being idleness. He was tried for three months in prison.3.Major T heme of the “The Cop and anthem”O. Henry is commonly associated with the short story and the masterful ironic plot. The theme of the story is related to the cop and the main character Soapy who is homeless and trying to get thrown in jail for the winter so he will have a warm place to stay and food to eat. The “island”, standing for jail, symbolizes a refuge, a place distance from crowds and noisy civilization. and a place where Soapy can be comfortable. The thesis contains the strong sarcastic atmosphere: the prison become a good place while the hell turned to be a heaven. Evil conducts were given lenient treatment while the good and honest were panelized.II. Literature ReviewStylistics, simply defined as the (linguistic) study of style, is rarely undertaken for its own sake, simply as an exercise in describing what use is made of language. That means literary stylistics has, implicitly or explicitly, the goal of explaining the relation between language and artistic function. From the linguist‟s angle, it is …why does the author here choose to express himself in this particular way?‟. From the critic‟s viewpoint, it is …how is such-and-such an aesthetic effect achieved through language?‟. According to H.H.Hong, Stylistics is an intensive study of literary text on an advanced level, by making out the particular effect of the particular choice oflanguage in literary communication. Throughout the history, with regard to the definition of stylistics, different claims have been made. Wales (2001) simply defines stylistics as “the study of style” while Widdowson (1975) views it as the link between linguistics and literary criticism. Brumfit and Carter (1986 3) agree by emphasizing that there is a certain overlap between these two disciplines.A style is a way of writing—that is what the word means…. There is a strong tradition of thought which restricts style to those choice which are choices of MANNER rather than MATTER, of EXPRESSION rather than CONTENT. Some such separation is implied in the common definition of style as a …way of writing‟ or a …mode of expression‟. According to DUALIST, there are two kinds of dualism to definite a style: one claims Style as the …dress of thought‟. The other considers style as manner of expression. But according to the MONIST view in Flaubert‟s words: …style is like body and soul: form and content to me are one.‟According to the pluralist, language performs a number of different functions, and any piece of language is likely to be the result of choices made on different functional levels.Although many stylistics hold different opinions on the definition of style and how to carry it out , however they agree on the importance of stylistic analysis. stylistic analysis is helpful to overall textual interpretation. Monism, dualism, pluralism, although apparently in conflict with one another, all have something to contribute to a comprehensive view of style. As Michael (2001) specifies the significance of stylistic analysis, maintaining that it firstly provides a detailed description of a particular text and then facilitates the process of interpretation; thus readers‟ understanding of the text can be deepened.III. Previous Researches of “The cop and the Anthem” and Their Limitations O.Henry‟s “The cop and the Anthem” has been numerously studied in different perspectives. Nevertheless, most of the researches concern about the symbolism, deep irony and unexpected ending in this short story.As for H.E.Bates(1941), he studies O.Henry and his short story “The Cop and anthem”in the whole perspective , and he says the following: O.Henry had many of the qualities that make a greater writer. His eyes was excellent, and he was able to focus it on an immense variety of objects, and always, thanks to an immense experience, realistically; he was tirelessly interested in people and could make people tirelessly interesting; he had a certain sense of tragedy, a deep if sentimental sympathy for the underdog, was at his best a sublime humorist. In the story “The Cop and the Anthem”, we can overlook a certain quality of lovableness about O.Henry-----a quality well seen, but that quality account for O.Henry‟s popularity. That popularity sprang from a conjuring trick--- the story with the surprise------ or trick-ending.Eugene current—Garcia(1965) says this: “The Cop and the Anthem” is also the theme of appearance versus reality: things are not as they seem, nor turn out as expected, even under the most deceptively convincing manifestations….Irony is here the tool enabling O. Henry to switch from pathos within a single story and throughout a series of such stories; and each is designed to entertain his Sunday morning readers with the oddities he found or could imagine to exist among the lowly.However, amon g all the findings of “The Cop and the Anthem”, there seems to be a lack of stylistic analysis which is indeed essential. Associating these findings with choice of style, stylistic analysis can undoubtedly provide concrete evidence thus verify those findings and enrich them. On the other hand, based on these known facts concerning the story‟s theme, characterization and ironic plot concluded by previous research, the thesis can carry out a convincing and comprehensive stylistic analysis of “The Cop and the Anthem” with relative ease.IV.Linguistic presentation of the theme by the author.1.lexical features and the according effects.Lexicology is a speciality in linguistics dealing with the meaning and usage of words. Here, we focus on the usage of word. In the speech, the feature of lexical devices is the interlocked use of formal and informal words.(1) Lexical RepetitionOne of O.Henry‟s means of deepening his theme is his lexical repetition. While reading through the story, the reader may be repeatedly reminded by certain individual words. These words enjoy such a high frequency that readers are impelled to feel his strong irony and humor. For example, words referring to the …prison‟ such as …the island‟, …jail‟ and …winter quarters‟ occur altogether 11 times in such short story; words like …cop‟, and …policeman‟ appear 15 times; In "The Cop and the anthem", prison symbolizes a refuge, which is a comfortable winter quarters for Soapy to receive lodging and food easily. Therefore, lexical repetitions or high frequence has effectively emphasized this theme.(2) Adverbs of MannerO.Henry uses adverbs to characterize the characters.Adverbs are excessively used in this story and most of them are those of degree, revealing the plots and the characters‟ actions clearly and vividly. Thus readers can comprehend the excellent descriptions of the plots well. According to the story, most of the adverbs that refer to Soapy are clearly negative and remain so throughout the story: uneasily, brazenly, boldly, disorderly, sternly, viciously, wrathfully.They all reflect Soapy‟s annoying state of mind of not being able to be put into prison. Y et in order to enhance the ironic effect, O.Henry mostly use positive words such as timely, luxuriously, quietly, excitedly, sprightly, joyfully, gaily, grandly to modify other characters. These two groups of words are a striking contrast between the poor‟s and the rich‟s life.In general, the frequent use of adverbs not only contributes to the painstaking description which greatly impresses the readers but also establishes the popularitystyle of O.Henry.(3)W ords to speaking mannerO.Henry portrays not only the characters‟behaviour and action but also his internal mind and his speaking manner. Moreover, he uses many positive and direct words to Soapy‟s speaking manner to the cop.…Don‟t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?‟ said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly.‟…Ah,there! He said sternly.‟……he said viciously.‟…I hope you‟ll --- of course it‟s mine.‟ Said Soapy, viciously.These direct words are used to show the eagerness to be put into prison. It highlights the sense of irony.From the collocations of Soapy ‟ speaking manner, readers can sense his state of mind explicitly. He was so eager to be put into prison. Y et it seemed to be a dream far away. Therefore Soapy was quite peeved. Thus he may speak sternly or viciously or not without sarcasm but friendly.(4)Humorous wordin order to add humorous effect and satirize degree, O.Henry made good use of some words with strong humorous sense. Such as telltale trousers;Jack Frost‟card; dead leaf; etc.2.Syntactic features and according effects(1) ParallelismParallelism is the most frequent and outstanding rhetoric devices in the speech. Parallelism means the balance of sentence elements that are grammatically equal. Parallelism creates the effects of strong imposing manner and rhythm.In this story, when Soapy was moved by the anthem‟music from the church and determined to started a new life, the change in his mind is shown in parallelism.He would pull himself out of the mire;He would make a man of himself again;He would conquer the evil that had taken possession of himself;He would resurrect his eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering.He would go into the roaring downtown district and find work.He would find him tomorrow and ask for the position.He would be somebody in the would….From the parallelism, the readers can strongly feel Soapy moved by an instantaneous and strong impulse to battle with his desperate fate. But just at this moment , Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. Then he was put into prison for three months. This conversely strengthens the ironic implication of the story.(2) Sentence lengthAccording to the corpus of …The Cop and the anthem‟, its sentence length is 20.15, which means sentences in this text are long compared to some easy texts. The paragraphs in this text is not long in general. The former shows the writer create a beautiful style and the latter shows there is no difficulty for readers‟ comprehension of his ironic theme.Nevertheless, although long and complex sentences are pervasive in “The Cop and the anthem”, some short sentences stand out so conspicuously that they draw the attention of the readers. A variety of short and long sentences can not only avoid monotony of the narration but also achieve an emphatic effect because they give readers a break to think. Therefore, the author‟s ideas can be conveyed to them most clearly.3.Phonological features and the according effects(1) AlliterationAlliteration refers to the repetition of initial identical sounds at the beginning of words. In this story, alliteration is often used by the author to create a harmony of sound. Consider several examples:board and bed; soporific skies; Boreas and bluecoats; congenial company; contiguity conscientious; instantaneous and impulse; telltale trousers; smiled and smirked; degraded days;In alliteration, phonaesthetic effect is created, since in these pairings, the similarities of sound connote similarities of meaning.(2) Other Sound EffectsIt is reasonable that O.Henry excels at using sound effects to convey his message, which make the story more vivid and active and also make deeply impression on readers . Notice the words below:rosy, uneasily, cozy, fixedly, rosy, timely, women in furs and men in greatcoats, dreadful, wonderful, degraded, wrecked, a voice like butter case and an eye like the cherry.4. Semantic features and the according efectsRhetoric is a device often employed in short story. The rhetorical language has great power in that it usually contains rich connotations which makes the meaning of the story completed in short passages. Different rhetoric devices have different functions. The following may show you how rhetoric functions and achieves effects inthe example of “The cop and the anthem”in which rhetoric use is outstanding in semantic level.(1) SimileA simile is a figure of speech which makes a comparison between two unlike elements having at least one quality in common. Often the resemblance only exits in our minds, and words like as, as…and like are employed. As a result, the imaginative component has also been emphasized. Some examples are cited below: “No cop for you,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail.He arose joint by joint, as a carpenter‟s rule opens.They seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.“Don‟t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.For years the hospitable Blackwell‟s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortune fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter.In his fancy the island seemed an unattainable Arcadia.(2) MetaphorA metaphor is different from simile only in that the comparison is implied rather than stated. Apart from what has been mentioned above, O.Henry also uses metaphors regularly to make his story ironic. Note the example:With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy.At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.A dead leaf fell in Soapy‟s lap. That was Jack Frost‟s card. (here, a falling leaf is compared to card)(3) AllusionSomething that is said or written that refers to or mentions another person or object in indirect way.Allusions are used several times in this story. The first Allusion is to the government. In the story it says Soapy has to become a singular committee of Ways and Means. That means no government but Soapy himself can help himself. It also shows Soapy‟s situation as a homeless person and the importance of Soapy‟s need to survive the winter. The second Allusion is to the prison: Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. (here, the Island is compared to prison.). the third Allusion is to the society. A well-dressed man is really a real thief. And evil conduct were given lenient treatment while the good and honest were panelized.A dead leaf fell in Soapy‟s lap. That was Jack Frost‟s card.(The dead leaf is implied the winter is coming.)(4) PersonificationPersonification is a figure of speech that gives human form or feelings to animals,inanimate objects or ideas and abstractions.O.Henry used many personification devices to make this story vivid and popularity.A dead leaf fell in Soapy‟s lap. That was Jack Frost‟s card.( here, Jack Frost is personification of cold frost.)…. Haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.(5) ClimaxClimax, derived from the Greek word for ……ladder‟‟, implies the progression of thought at a uniform or almost uniform rate of significance or intensity, like the steps of a ladder ascending. The ending is the climax of the whole story: when Soapy did various evil things in order to be put into prison the policeman ignored. Yet when Soapy was greatly moved by the anthem and determined to start a new life a policeman captured him for being idleness.He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turned his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen.… smiled, smirked and went brazenly through the impudent…(6) IronyIrony is a figure of speech that achieves emphasis by saying the opposite of what is meant. For instance,…The Island loomed big and timely in Soapy mind.‟…If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy.‟Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would again run against him .(That the umbrella owner slowes his steps and didn‟t call a policeman as Soapy expected made Soapy disappointed.)On his bench in Madison Square Soapy move uneasily.(It seems that Soapy is rich enough to possess own bench, but in fact, he owns nothing.)Such ironic significance greatly enhances humorous atmosphere and make the development of the story unexpected.III. ConclusionIn conclusion, Simple as the plot of “The Cop and the Anthem” is, O.Henry makes it complicated by employing rich language and plots together with masterly abundance lexical, complex syntactic presentation, various figures of speech.. His humorous description with consistent and completeness also gives the story texture, emotion, popularity and deeply thinking to readers. Through the stylistic analysis to the story, we know style of this story conveys important subtleties of meaning and evaluation, which define the nature of the writer, his basic attitudes, his moral stanceand his relation to his subject. However, the charming of the story is beyond these. Every time I read , I always find something new. I believe we still need to go on exploring further into the story together with the deeper different stylistic levers with the help of O.Henry‟s experience.AppendixThe Cop and the AnthemBy O. HenryOn his bench in Madison Square, Soapy moved uneasily. When wild geese honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy's mind became cognizant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself info a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigor. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and blue Coats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitab1e Blackwell's had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurring fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed big and timely in Soapy's mind. He scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city's dependents. In Soapy's opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy.There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Caesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which, though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman's private affairs. I Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring Insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering cafe where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm, and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing&emdash; with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demitasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the cafe management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot in side the restaurant door the head waiter's eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted Island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobblestone and dashed it through the glass. People came running aroundthe corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, arid smiled at the sight of brass buttons."Where's the man that done that?" inquired the officer, excitedly."Don't you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?" said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman's mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law's minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a cat. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant Of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and telltale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flapjacks, doughnuts and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers."Now, get busy and call a cop,,' said Soapy. "And don't keep a gentleman waiting.""No cop for you," said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. "Hey, Con!"Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose joint by joint, as a carpenter's rule opens, and beat the lust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a "cinch." A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanor leaned against a water plug.It was Soapy's design to assume the role of the despicable and execrated "masher." The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he。
709202212学号：辽宁师范大学海华学院美国文学论文专业：英语年级：09级2班姓名：孙晓琳论文题目："The Cop and the anthem "in the view of interpersonal functionMajor Writing Style——Humor人际功能角度分析《警察与赞美诗》完成时间2012年6月9日Abstract:The interpersonal function is one of the three functions of the functional grammar, interpersonal function, mood, modality and evaluation system to analyze the "Cop and the Anthem" Writing Style - humor, interpersonal function to the understanding of the text can be seen provide an important means and appreciation.摘要：人际功能是功能语法的三大元功能之一，根据人际功能的语气、情态和评价系统来分析《警察与赞美诗》的主要写作特色——幽默，可以看出人际功能可以给文本的理解与欣赏提供重要手段。
Keywords:interpersonal functions; tone; modality; evaluation关键词：人际功能；语气；情态；评价A three meta-functions, one of the interpersonal function according to Halliday's Functional Grammar, Functional Grammar. Interpersonal function refers to the language through the exchange of words the role of other members of society with them to establish or maintain interpersonal relationships, in order to influence the behavior of others.Interpersonal function tone system, the modal system and, later, Martin added, and the proposed evaluation system to achievedialogue and sole functional analysis of human from "The Cop and the anthem " （A）the Soviet with the first police“Where’s the man that done that?”inquired the officer excite dly．“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?”said Soapy，not without sarcasm，but friendly。
《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概第一篇：《警察与赞美诗》英文梗概A New York City hobo named Soapy,who sets out to get arrested so he can avoid sleeping in the cold winter as a guest of the city jail.Soapy's ploys伎俩include swindling诈骗a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, breaking the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble 简陋的diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated喝醉to make troubles, and stealing another man's umbrella.However, all of these attempts are quickly exposed as failures.Based on these events, Soapy despairs of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned.As O.Henry describes events, the small church has a working organ 机构and a practicing organist风琴演奏者.As Soapy listens to the church organ play an anthem圣歌, he experiences a spiritual epiphany 神灵显现then he resolves决定to cease停止to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted苦恼with unemployment, and regain his self-respect.As Soapy stands on the street and considers the plan for his future, however, a policeman taps him on the shoulder and asks him what he is doing.When Soapy answers “Nothing,” his fate is sealed未知: he has been arrested for loitering闲荡.In the magistrate’s法官court on the following day, he is convicted定罪of a misdemeanor 行为不端and is sentenced to three months in Blackwell's Island, the New York City jail.第二篇：警察与赞美诗的英文读后感Wang1 Wang MengmengProfessor Li KangEnglish 09110314March 2012The Cop and the AnthemTBased on the whole text, the author's humor is present in various ways, one ofwhich is through irrationality during the development of plots.Soapy, the vagrant who has stirred up trouble for six times, is eager to go to prison.But he is always out of luck and get policeman's forgiveness.When Soapy is touched by the anthem and wants to be a good citizen, he is arrested for groundless reasons.This way is a kind of black humor manifesting social reality profoundly.We can see something gloomy, desperate,but simultaneously, we can't help laughing when reading the vivid description.Once, Soapy wants to reach his goal by molesting a woman, Soapystraightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs intothe open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women(20).butthe seeming virtuous and quiet woman begin to seduce him in reverse.“Sure,Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds.I’d have spoke to yousooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivyto his oak Soapy(22).Besides, Soapy steals an umbrella from a neatly dressedcustomer, but the umbrella is ill-gotten originally.''Of course,''said the umbrellaWang2man''that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella Ihope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recogniseit as yours, why—I hope you’ll—''(31).So the modest and lady and gentleman turnout to be someone that we cannot imagine, which is not rational.Nonetheless, as amatter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small signcan indicate a great trend, we can learn that the so-called noble upper class goesmore serious than the two.These plots reveals awful mood of that capitalist society.In addition, the conflict between the irrationality of Soapy's behavior and therationality of the cop's judgment is one of the important reasons for Soapy's“misfortune”.For example, Soapy breaks the glass and wait for the policeman tocome and arrest him, but the cop reckons that a man who commits evil won't sitand wait for arrest, men who smash windows do not remain to parley with thelaw’s minions then he excludes Soapy.Besides, he wants to break the peace byvirtue of kicking up a fuss in the street, identically, the cop deems that onlycollege students dare to be so unbridled and boisterous''Tis one of them Yale ladscelebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College.Noisy;but no harm.We’ve instructions to lave them be.''(25).His abnormal conducts is determined byhis distorted mentality, which exactly reflects torture and agony both in life andmind oft he low-class.When the poor guy intends to do good the moment he ismoved and inspired, the cop believes a vagrant will never something to do withthe quiet atmosphere around a church, the soft lamplight and the touching music.Consequently, Soapy is caught unexpectedly.“What are you doin’ here?” askedthe officer.''Nothing,'' said Soapy(42).''Then come along.''said thepoliceman(43).''Three months on the Island.'' said the Magistrate in the PoliceCourt the next morning.(44).It is the accident that mirrors confusion of truth andfalsehood, black and wright.Needless to say,there are many ways to represent humor, they have one thing incommon--where there is humor, there is specific implication.The writing style of the author is humorous, the disclosure of the society is deepgoing, the reflective life and Wang3mental distress are mirky.O.Henry uses a quantity of comparison and humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society.Notes1.Jack Frost(Para.2): Jack Frost is a personification of frost.2.Blackwell(Para.5): An island with prisons on East River in New York3.Palm Beach and the Riviera(Para.5): A tourist attraction in winter.4.Cesar(Para.5): A famous statesman, strategist and commander in chief assassinated by Republicans.5.Brutus(Para.5):Roman politician, the chief plotter to assassinate Cesar.6.the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm(Para.7): It indicates upper-class life.7.brass buttons(Para.5): It refers to policeman, as the fasteners of police uniform are made of brass.Work cited1.2.Henry,O.O Henry 100 Selected Stories [M].Hertfordshire: Wordworth,1995.3.Voss,Arthur.The American Short Story: A Critical Survey[M].Norman:Oklahoma UP,1973:123-1244.田艳.欧亨利短篇小说精选[M].大连：大连理工大学出版社，2005.5.王青松.倪勤.轮欧亨利小说的比喻特色[J].安徽教育学院学报.2006,24(4):82-85.AboutTheAuthorO.Henry is one of the most famous American critical realist short storywriters, and one of the world's top three masters of the short stories.O.Henry'sreal name was William Sydney Porter.O.Henrywas born in Greensboro, North Carolina on September 11,1862.At age of 20(1882)he moved to Texas, where he had various jobs.He married Athol Estes in 1887, in 1894 while working for First National Bank inAustin, Porter was accused of stealing $4000.He went to prison in Columbus,Ohio for 3 years eventually.While in prison Porter first started to write shortstories and believed that he has found his pseudonym there.After Porter wasreleased from the prison in 1901, he changed his name to O.Henry and moved toNew York in 1902.From December 1903 to January 1906 o.Henry wrote a storya week for the New York World magazine, and publishedseveral short stories inother magazines.O.Henry's short stories are famous for their surprise endings, his wit, wordplayand humor.He wrote such classic short stories as The Ransom of Red Chief, TheGift of the Magi, The Furnished Room, The Four Billion, Cabbages and Kings,The Last Leaf, The Cop and the Anthem,etc.In his last years O.Henry had financial and health problems.An alcoholic, O.Henry died on June 5, 1910 in New York City, virtually broke.第三篇：警察与赞美诗《警察与赞美诗》教案澧县职业中专学校皮业书一、作者简介：欧●亨利，美国著名短篇小说家。
A New York City hobo named Soapy,who sets out to get arrested so he can avoid sleeping in the cold winter as a guest of the city jail.Soapy's ploys伎俩include swindling诈骗a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, breaking the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble简陋的diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated喝醉to make troubles, and stealing another man's umbrella.However, all of these attempts are quickly exposed as failures.Based on these events, Soapy despairs of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned.As O. Henry describes events, the small church has aworking organ机构and a practicing organist风琴演奏者. As Soapy listens to the church organ play an anthem圣歌, he experiences a spiritual epiphany 神灵显现then he resolves决定to cease停止to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted苦恼with unemployment, and regain his self-respect.As Soapy stands on the street and considers the plan for his future, however, a policeman taps him on the shoulder and asks him what he is doing. When Soapy answers “Nothing,” his fate is sealed未知: he has been arrested for loitering闲荡. In the magistrate’s法官court on the following day, he is convicted定罪of a misdemeanor行为不端and is sentenced to three monthsin Blackwell's Island, the New York City jail.。
Original TextThe Cop and the Anthemby O .Henry1 On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.2 A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap. That was Jack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of streets his four hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants there of may make ready.3 Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.4 The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.5 For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind. He scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Cesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private affairs.6 Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodatingmagistrate would do the rest.7 Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.8 Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.9 But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.10 Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.11 At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass. People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.12 “Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.13 “Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.14 The pol iceman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.15 On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.16 “Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentlemanwaiting.”16 “No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. “Hey, Con!”17 Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.18 Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.19 It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.20 Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He made e yes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went brazenly through the impudent and contemptible litany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia! Don’t you want to come and play in my yard?”21 The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat slee ve.22 “Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds. I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.23 At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos. Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon anotherpoliceman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”24 On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.25 The policeman twirled his club, turned his back to Soapy and remarked toa citizen: “Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We’ve instructions to lave them be.”26 Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.27 In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.28 “My umbrella,” he said sternly.29 “Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. “Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”30 The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.31“Of course,” said the umbrella man—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—“32 “Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.33 The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.34 Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.35 At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.36 But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soapy’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.37 The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrains were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene mighthave been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.38 The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.39 And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would—40 Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.41 “What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.42 “Nothing’,” said Soapy.43“Then come along,” said the polic eman.44“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。
